My Obsession

Manhattan pulsed with life. Neon lights shimmered on rain-slick streets, and the hum of the city thrummed through the glass walls of The Velvet Fang, one of those rooftop clubs where money and mystery mingled under the scent of whiskey and perfume. Lauretta Owens sat at the bar like she owned it - calm, commanding, wrapped in a red silk dress that moved like liquid fire. Every detail about her was intentional - the smoky eyes, the gold cuff that glinted when she lifted her glass, the quiet confidence that made people look twice. She wasn't here for a drink. She was here with purpose. She wanted a child. Not love. Not commitment. Just a child that would be hers - strong, beautiful, born of power. And if she was going to do this, she would choose carefully. The man needed to be more than handsome. He needed to have strength in his blood, the kind that made her wolf stir. Tonight, her instincts would decide. She glanced around. Manhattan's elite wolves mingled with unsuspecting humans, laughter spilling over the music. None of them caught her attention - not until the air shifted. Something alpha stepped into the room. The sound faded, the crowd parted almost unconsciously, and Lauretta's gaze locked on him. Tall. Broad shoulders under a perfectly tailored black suit. Dark hair slightly tousled like he'd run a hand through it one too many times. And those eyes - storm-gray, sharp, scanning the crowd until they landed on her. Their gazes collided. He didn't look away. Neither did she. The corner of his mouth curved, dangerous and slow, as he walked toward her - every movement precise, predatory, deliberate. When he stopped beside her, she could feel the hum of his energy before he even spoke. "Interesting choice of drink," he said, nodding toward her glass. Lauretta smirked, swirling the liquid. "It's bourbon. Smooth, strong, a little dangerous. I like it that way." "I can tell." His voice was low, textured like velvet and smoke. "You look like trouble." "Only if you ask for it," she replied, meeting his gaze over the rim of her glass. He chuckled softly. "Then I might be asking for it." Her lips curved, slow and confident. "Careful what you wish for, stranger." He leaned an elbow on the bar, turning slightly toward her. "Savior Hunt." "Is that a warning or an introduction?" "Both." She smiled - genuinely this time. "Lauretta Owens." For a fleeting second, something flickered in his expression - a faint recognition, maybe instinct. But then it was gone. "Well, Lauretta Owens," he said smoothly, "what brings a woman like you to a place like this?" She tilted her head, her gaze steady. "You really want to know?" "Desperately." She let the silence hang for a beat too long, watching him squirm just slightly under her calm scrutiny. "I'm hunting." He raised an eyebrow. "Hunting?" "Something rare." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Something worth keeping." He smiled, but there was curiosity behind it. "And how will you know when you've found it?" "I'll feel it." Their eyes locked again - predator recognizing predator. The bartender slid fresh drinks their way. Savior lifted his glass. "To feeling it, then." "To finding it," she corrected, clinking her glass softly against his. The bass shifted, the music deepened. A slow, haunting rhythm pulsed through the club, wrapping around them like a spell. Savior extended a hand. "Dance with me." Lauretta arched a brow. "You assume I dance." "I assume you lead." That earned him a quiet laugh. "Smart man." She took his hand, the contact electric - warmth spreading up her arm, her heartbeat quickening despite herself. He pulled her gently onto the dance floor, and for the first time that night, Lauretta let herself feel. The crowd faded away. The world narrowed to heat, breath, rhythm. He moved like he'd been born for it - confident, grounded, every touch deliberate but restrained, testing her reactions. Lauretta matched him move for move, a silent challenge passing between them with every shift of her hips, every brush of her fingertips across his chest. "You're dangerous," he murmured against her ear. "You keep saying that," she replied, her voice a quiet tease. "But you're still here." "I'm starting to think I like danger." "Good," she whispered. "Because I don't do safe." When the song ended, they didn't step apart immediately. His breath was warm against her temple. Her hand lingered on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Savior finally spoke, voice husky. "You're not like anyone I've met before." "Get used to disappointment," she said, though her tone softened. He smiled faintly. "Something tells me I'll see you again." "You think so?" "I know so." "Let me show you something, you will like it " Lauretta squints her eyes, "I wonder what it is " Savior holds her hand and leads her to a terrace and shows her a the little shiny stars in the sky. The shiny night sky reflects on Lauretta's grey eyes. Savior stares. Intrigued. "Stared enough?" Lauretta returns her gaze to Savior. "I might need to do more than staring" he smirks. "Oh really?" Savior puts his arm around her waist and draws her closer, their chest hitting each other. Gazes hot. The silence is loud enough for their hearts to twirl in excitement. Savior puts his face closer and kisses her. Soft, gentle at first and later, fast , hungry with a strong desire. "Mmm" she moans. "We should take this somewhere nice and quiet right?" Savior said. "Sure" desire written all over her eyes. They went back to Savior's hotel room and in no time starts kissing each other hungrily. Savior stops. "Don't stop Tiger, show me you're a man" Savior smirks devilishly, "Hope you won't regret it later " Before Lauretta could reply, Savior snaps out her dress and starts kissing her neck hungrily like his life is dependent on it. "Mmmm" she moans. He stops and moves down to her breast and leaves hot kisses on it. Lauretta's closes her eyes in pleasure. Savior stops and removes his shirt, while Lauretta snaps out his trousers. And the night went on with her loud moans and grunts of Savior's climax.