Accidental s3x with a stranger

KAYLA'S POV

Though high, I could still feel the thoughts of what had transpired earlier, desperately trying to wriggle their way back to my head— the moaning sounds, naked picture of them together, a kiss on Adire's neck.

“You are too dumb to reign with me, Kayla. You are very lousy." The words echoed in my head.

No way! I am not dumb. And this beauty dancing here can't be described as lousy. I was having my moment. But the words kept coming. How Diego had rejected me…

I let out a hurtful but alcohol-driven laugh. The past will remain in the past. My present mattered more. Oh yes. I could see the eyes of people staring in awe.

Diego made a mistake. Yes, he did. I grabbed more bottles and emptied them in a jiffy. The fire burned in me. I could hear every part of me resonating with the flow of the music.

Amid my reverie, I could see a figure approaching me. I could tell he was feeling my moves. His body too seemed to move in rhythm with the flashing red and blue lights of the bar and music. I could see his mouth move. He said something. He was probably trying to get my attention.

“Hello, pretty!" I heard him speak loudly into my ear.

I threw a glance at him and continued my happy moment. Indeed, that cheating bastard was wrong about me. In just a short while, I already got myself admirers.

However, it didn't take a few more seconds before it began to settle in. This man thought I was probably a stripper. He danced alongside me but gently pulled my waist against his groin.

Does he think I'm a stripper? Damn it. I pulled out of his grip gently and continued dancing. But he kept getting close. I just wanted a moment for myself. Why was he trying to harass me?

After a few more rejected attempts, I felt his hands around my busts. What the heck?! I was drunk but still a bit sane. He was getting aggressive.

“Get your hands off me?!" I yelled amidst the loud sounds while trying hard to loosen his palms locked on my boobs.

It was not working. He was too strong to break free from. Perhaps, I had had too much alcohol to break free from him.

“Stay still, bitch! Don't fight it. I want you!"

I was screwed. His hands were squeezing the life out of my breasts.

My little moment had been ruined. Maybe I was lousy, after all. Was Diego right about me? If I wasn't clumsy, I would be able to break free from him. When I raised my gaze, I saw another figure walking up to the podium. His steps were firm and his height was intimidating.

Was he coming for me too?

Damn it! I was screwed. At that point, I shut my eyes and drew in a deep breath. Without warning, the manly figure freed me from my captor's grip. I looked at him. His eyes were deep and mean. I somehow loved it. He threw a glance at me before turning to the pervert. In a split second, he sent him crashing on the podium.

Who was that? He had strength. I watched in anticipation. I was expecting a fierce fight to unfold. But my expectations were cut short. When the pervert gazed upon the face of his adversary, I saw his face go cold. He dropped to his knees and shivered like a baby.

"Alpha Zeus Ludendorff!!" I heard him say reverently.

“Pardon me."

Without uttering a word, the fiery figure cut the musical wires with his claws and made everywhere tranquil. I looked in awe. It was a lovely sight.

Everyone turned their attention to the podium. Despite having my undies alone, I was less concerned. I was caught in the web of the mystery guy.

“I want this piece of rotten garbage out of this place and never to return!!"

I chuckled. "Who was he to call such shots in a place like this?" I thought to myself.

But I was rather shocked. People came from nowhere and bundled the pervert away.

Could he be the owner here? That could be the only explanation for this. He was powerful and commanded authority.

I was grateful he saved me. But I was more curious. I was expecting him to at least ask if I was okay. But it did not come forth. With a last glance at me, he turned to walk away.

“Hey!" I said and belched loudly. My breath had alcohol all over it. "Who are you?" I asked and chuckled.

"What ..did he call you again?" I giggled.

He studied me for a while and continued his walk. I needed to satisfy my curiosity.

“Wait for me." I tried to go after him but the weight of alcohol wouldn't let me. I could feel my world going around in circles. When I took another step, I descended with a loud thud on the ground.

"Are you okay?" I heard him ask as he squatted beside me. “Where's your pack house? What's your name?"

The questions were coming but thanks to a few bottles I already had, I felt comfortable enough to doze off on the floor.

A couple of moments later, I felt my body gently laid on a bed.

“Hey. Hey." He waved his hands at my face. “Where's your pack house? Can you hear me at all?"

I pushed myself up and replied with a crazy laugh. I was drunk.

“Hmm!" He exhaled tiredly. “Alright. Sleep it off. I'll take my leave now."

He was about to leave when I threw my arms around his neck tightly from behind.

“No. No. Please, stay. Don't go."

“Listen up lady, you had so much to drink and it’s affecting you. You should sleep now," he said as he freed himself from my grip.

Like a crybaby, I pouted my face. My eyelids were closing and opening.

"Please, stay." Without warning, I hugged him tightly. “My boyfriend, sorry I mean my ex-boyfriend said I’m not good enough for him."

I wasn’t in my right state of mind and he knew it, so he tried so hard to avoid me.

"The scar," I said while mimicking a husky tone, “how did you get it?" I grinned broadly. "I have seen it before.”

He stroked his cheek. “What scar are you talking about?"

I said nothing. I just carried my face with both hands and grinned sheepishly.

“Should I show you?"

I drew closer and landed a deep kiss on the scar on his neck.

“That one," I said. "That's the scar I'm talking about."

He said nothing to me for a few seconds. Those deep blue eyes of his just stared at me, like I was prey he would feast on tonight.

Oh yes, I was. I must have sparked a fire that would burn for a while. Then, he rose to his feet and studied me for a while.

In a flash, he pulled my legs, throwing my back to the bed, “I certainly know I am doing the wrong thing but damnit, you are just too hot to be ignored.”

Gently, he pierced the bed with his knees and climbed. I was still grinning when his lips locked mine.

He pulled away and studied me again, I wasn't myself but I could feel the pleasure building up.

This time, I grabbed his neck and kissed him passionately.

His muscular hands gently wriggled their way around my thighs and in a split second, his claws ripped my pants apart.

I just had my first-ever s3x with a hot stranger….