Chapter 10

Thorne POV

She doesn’t know what those eyes do to me, even as she clutches my unlimited card against her chest. Those pretty, wide doe eyes stay glued to me as I take her by the hips and pull her to my lap.

Aurora gasps, the sound piercing my skin and burrowing beneath it.

How the hell is she so irresistible?

Sliding my hand to the back of her neck, careful of her injuries, I pull her to me, sealing out lips together. Her body arches instantly, as if on instinct, and she pushes her breasts to my chest.

“We won’t be needing this,” I rumble, tugging the towel and dropping it on the floor. I don’t give her a moment to think, securing an arm under her ass and lifting. I want her in my bed, not on this little couch, so I carry her over and set her on the mattress.

Her body, soft and small, stands out in contrast to the dark comforter, and I growl as I let myself look at her. She’s still clutching that damned card in her hand as she watches me with wide, almost frightened eyes.

The scent that fills the air, though, tells me a different story. The thick sweetness of her desire mixes with the slight hint of her hesitancy, and when I crawl over her, it heightens, sending my wolf into a frenzy.

He pushes against the barrier between us, making it hard to control him and myself.

“Is it only the money you care about?” I ask, my voice deeper and more feral than usual.

Aurora’s eyes widen even further, and her hand loosens around the card I’d given her. Satisfaction blooms in my chest at the sight, and I can’t hold back any longer. I dive in, my lips crushing against hers as I run my hand up her silky thigh.

The little puff of air that falls from her lips as I circle my thumb over her clit has me preening. She’s hot and ready, already wet with desire when I brush my fingers over her opening. I find myself watching her face as I slide one, then two fingers into her pussy, taking in every bit of her expression.

The way her mouth falls open, how her chest rises with a gasp, the tiny tilt of her eyes as they close.

Unable to stop myself, I trail kisses up her neck until I find the hickey from before. She whimpers when I nibble at it, then moans as I pull my fingers out of her pussy and notch myself at her opening.

“You’re mine tonight, little human,” I growl, sliding into her tight, wet pussy. Her eyes fly open as I enter her, a moan escaping her lips, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and her hips bucking to meet my thrusts.

My black card falls to the side, forgotten briefly, and I drive forward, rewarding Aurora for getting lost in the moment. My body tightens with pleasure as I thrust, and she lifts her hips, grinding against me.

Snaking an arm underneath Aurora, I use my strength to flip her over, thrusting at the same time, and making her cry out as I enter her from behind.

Her lithe body arches, her ass pushing back to meet me, but I notice one other thing. Her hand reaches out and takes the black card as her head drops forward with another groan of pleasure.

A growl vibrates my chest, and I reach out, slide my hand around the front of her neck, and yank her back against me. Aurora’s eyes widen and her head falls back against my shoulder, shock flitting through her eyes as I thrust roughly into her.

“Is the money all you care about, little human?” I growl, and she gasps when I roughly pump into her again.

“Ye—” she moans at another hard thrust, correcting herself. “No, sir. I-I care more about your experience.”

The thick scent of her desire only thickens as her eyes roll back in her head when I let her back down and fuck her without mercy.

“Greedy, little human,” I growl, gripping her hips and giving her what she needs.

Aurora POV

The bruising pace only sends waves of pleasure through me as Thorne fucks me into the mattress. Every thrust, growl, and squeeze of his hands mixes pain and pleasure. My mind is clouded with bliss, and I find myself wanting more.

The rougher he fucks me, the more I arch back into him. When he grabs the back of my neck, I moan, loving the way he takes control. The sharp scrape of his teeth against my neck, has me panting, wanting him to sink his teeth in.

It all whirls together, making me scream as I fall over the edge of my pleasure and sink into the dark oblivion of desire.

When I come to, my mind is fuzzy, and something pokes into the palm of my hand. I’m holding tightly to the black metal card Thorne had given me. I can feel every part of my body that he touched. They throb with a mixture of soreness and neediness.

In a daze, I sit up and stare at the card. A soft stirring sound behind me tells me I’m not alone, but before I can turn, my phone rings from the bedside table. I hadn’t put it there.

“Hello?” I croak, my throat dry and scratchy from… heat fills my cheeks.

“Honey,” my mother’s voice greets. “I hate to ask again, but do you have some cash you can spare? We’re a bit low and we have a large bill to pay at the end of the week.”

Closing my eyes, I lean back against the headrest and sigh. I have no doubt what she’s really asking for. This ‘bill’ she’s needing to pay is my stepfather’s gambling debt. When she remarried, my mother married a disabled werewolf and moved us to the pack. My stepfather was always kind, but he has a bad habit of gambling, which has resulted in him losing most of his money.

It’s become so bad that his temper has worsened, and they continually ask me for money.

I’ve tried to get her to divorce him, but she refuses.

“I can give you…” I try to think about what I have, “Two hundred and thirteen dollars.”

“That’s not enough.”

“It’s all I have,” I mumble, rubbing my temple. Rusting sheets beside me make me open my eyes and notice Thorne watching me. Great.

After quickly telling her I’ll send what I have, I hang up.

“Need more money?” Thorne asks sarcastically. Embarrassed, I drop my eyes to my lap, not wanting to answer.

“I’ve taken on too much debt for my stepfather, but he’s never kept his promise to stop gambling. I can’t give them any more money,” I admit, then look up at him and raise my hands, “And I don’t want to take any more of your money.”

He’s already given me so much. I don’t want him to think I’m digging for more.

When he continues to stare at me, I look away, turn over, and curl into the pillow, closing my eyes and wishing for sleep to take me.

A rough, loud growl jerks me from sleep. I sit up, looking around for the sound and gasp when I hear it again. This time, it’s multiple animalistic growls.

“Thorne?” He’s not here, but someone, or something, is. It’s right outside the house. I grip the comforter as another snarl makes me jump.

My home is on the edge of the pack, meaning I only have a few interactions with wolves, but even so, I can’t stop the fear that claws its way up my throat. It keeps me from calling out, choking me into silence.

Until the door bursts open and a large white wolf darts in.

I scream as its eyes focus on me.

A low, keening growl comes from the beautifully frightening wolf, and I scramble back, falling off the bed.

However, before I can hide, a familiar, deep voice reaches me.

“Aurora.”

“Th-Thorne?” I poke my head over the edge of the bed just in time for the wolf to nod its furry head in confirmation.

The wolf is Thorne.