Chapter 3

Fifteen minutes later, the motorcycle stopped at a mountain overlook.

My legs were jelly.

Literally. My hands were shaking when I took off the helmet.

Leon killed the engine and turned to look at me. His eyes glowed faintly gold in the moonlight, breathing hard, chest heaving.

"You..." His voice was impossibly rough. "What the hell are you?"

I tried to look composed, but my shirt had fallen completely open—I was practically naked on his bike.

"Someone way more interesting than you thought." I said.

As I spoke, engine roars came from the other end of the overlook. Two motorcycles pulled up beside us.

Two tall men took off their helmets.

"Leon!" One called out, then spotted me. His eyes lit up instantly. "Fuck, you brought a girl?"

The other one's stare was more brazen, eyes glued to my open shirt: "This beauty... dressed pretty light, huh."

He took a step closer, smile spreading: "Want to try my bike instead? I promise I ride better than Leon—"

Before he could finish, Leon shot forward like lightning.

One hand around the guy's throat, slamming him back against the motorcycle. His eyes had turned completely gold, pupils contracting into vertical slits.

Holy shit. Real.

Actual wolf eyes.

"Back off." Leon's voice wasn't human anymore—a guttural growl from deep in his throat. "She's mine!"

The air suddenly grew heavy, thick with an indescribable presence. That pressure made it hard to breathe. The other man immediately dropped his head. "Sorry, Leon. We didn't know."

The one being choked managed a nod, and Leon released him. Both mounted their bikes and fled.

The whole thing took less than ten seconds.

I leaned against the motorcycle, heart pounding so hard it might explode. But weirdly, I wasn't scared at all. Actually felt... thrilled?

"Is that a territorial thing?" I heard my own voice, surprisingly steady. "Like on Animal Planet?"

Leon turned around, eyes still gold. He walked toward me slowly, sharp claws extending from his fingertips, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

I should run. Any normal person would run.

But I didn't.

"Scared?" He closed in step by step, voice dangerously low.

I reached out and touched his claws. Cold, sharp, but surprisingly smooth.

"Nice," I said. "Very powerful."

Leon froze completely.

He stared at me, golden pupils filled with disbelief. After several seconds, he suddenly growled and pinned me against the motorcycle.

Cold metal pressed against my back, while Leon's burning body pressed against my front. One hand braced on the bike, the other gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

So close I could see the golden patterns in his eyes.

"You know you're playing with fire?" His voice was dangerously low, breath hot on my face. "I'm not a gentleman like Kieran."

My heart was about to burst out of my chest. But somehow I found the courage to smile: "So what? I like dangerous."

The gold in Leon's eyes intensified.

Then he lowered his head and kissed me fiercely.

My brain went completely blank.

Not a gentle exploration—a conquest. A beast claiming ownership. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, wild and possessive, teeth grazing my lips like marking prey. I couldn't breathe, could only grip his clothes, feeling like I was melting.

He smelled intensely of cedar and musk mixed together, aggressively masculine. That scent made me dizzy but craving more.

As we kissed, Leon's hand wasn't satisfied with just holding my chin. His claws traced lightly across my skin, from neck to chest, shredding what remained of my shirt without scratching me even slightly. That precise control made heat flood through me, goosebumps rising everywhere.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tempting." He growled, flipping me over to bend me over the motorcycle seat, ass raised toward him. Moonlight bathed the mountaintop, the breeze cool, but his body burned like fire.

I heard him unzip his pants, then—god, when his cock sprang free, I couldn't help gasping. That thing was even longer and thicker than Kieran's, beast-sized, rock-hard and pressing at my entrance, pulsing with heat.

"You ready for this, little prey?" He panted, claws gripping my ass, lightly scratching shallow red marks.

"Bring it." I gasped back, deliberately wiggling my hips. "Show me what you've got."

He didn't waste words, thrusting all the way in with one stroke. That tearing fullness made me scream out—so long, pushing me to my limit, hitting my G-spot dead-on, every thrust like a beast charging.

Unlike Kieran's technical stamina, this guy was pure savage force, pounding fast and hard. His claws pressed my waist, helping me match his rhythm, occasionally growling and biting my shoulder—not breaking skin but leaving teeth marks, that pain mixed with pleasure making my head buzz.

"You're so tight." He panted, voice rough like a growl. "Fucking perfect for me."

I gripped the handlebars, body rocking back and forth with his thrusts, chest rubbing against the cold seat, nipples hardening from the stimulation.

"Fuck, deeper!" I commanded, though really he was already controlling the pace.

We switched positions—he lifted me up, back against him, cock thrusting up from below. I rode on top of him, but his hands gripped my thighs, controlling the rise and fall.

In the moonlight, his golden eyes fixed on me, burning. My orgasm came suddenly, whole body convulsing as I cried out. He followed with a low roar, coming inside me, so much it overflowed.

But he didn't stop. The beast's endurance surprised me. Second round he pressed me against the handlebars, entering from the front, cock rubbing deeper against my inner walls. My fingers clawed his back, feeling the wild power in his muscles. Our sweat mingled with moonlight, another climax hit, this time I broke first, he followed right after, filling me completely.

I don't know how long it lasted before Leon finally released me.

I gasped for breath, lips numb and swollen, mind in chaos. Still throbbing with aftershocks below, body limp as noodles. Leon stared at me, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes, smug smile on his lips.

"Scared now?" He asked quietly, thumb stroking my lips, claws retracted.

I was about to answer when my phone buzzed.

MoonLink notification sound.

I pulled out my phone. Leon's body instantly tensed.

Elliott sent you a message: [Saw your photos. Want to paint you. Tomorrow 2 PM, private art museum.]

I opened his profile. Long flowing hair, artistic vibe, profile shot in a studio perfect as a sculpture.

"Another one." I smiled, typing: [Sounds great, looking forward to it.]

"What the fuck are you doing?" Leon suddenly roared, snatching my phone away.

He stared at the screen, breathing harder and harder. I could feel his body temperature rising, dangerous energy radiating.

"Elliott." He seethed. "You're going to see that hypocrite?"

"Hypocrite?" I raised an eyebrow. "He seems way more cultured than you. At least he talks about 'gentleness,' unlike you—only know how to pin me against a motorcycle—"

Before I finished, Leon suddenly pushed me back against the bike. His hand gripped my waist, the other braced beside me, trapping me completely.

"Did you forget," he leaned down, nose almost touching mine, voice dangerously low, "what you're wearing?"

I looked down—white shirt hanging open, practically transparent in the moonlight.

"You're going to meet him like this?" Leon's finger hooked the shirt collar, slowly pulling it down. "Let him see you're wearing nothing?"

My heart went crazy.

"None of your business." I said stubbornly. "I'll wear what I want."

Leon stared at me for seconds, then suddenly smiled. But that smile was terrifyingly cold.

"Fine." He released me, tossing my phone back. "Go. Go find your artist."

He mounted the motorcycle, started the engine.

"But remember," he put on his helmet, voice coming through the visor, "after tomorrow, you're mine. I'll show you what real possession means."

The motorcycle roared away.

I stood there, phone still vibrating in my hand.

Elliott sent another message: [See you tomorrow, beautiful Lily. I'll show you what it feels like to be treated gently.]

I looked at the message, smile curving my lips.

Interesting. Let's see who's more dangerous.