Chapter 213: Chapter 213 Gentle Night, Wild Desire
Caroline’s POV
Girls’ night had been exactly what I needed. For a few blissful hours, I’d completely forgotten about that disturbing package at work. As Eleanor checked her watch, signaling it was time to wrap up, I mind-linked Draven to come get us.
"Ladies, our rides should be here soon," I announced, finishing my cocktail.
Ruby giggled, checking her reflection. "Five bucks says they’ve been circling the block for the last hour."
"Ten says they’ve been stalking the security cameras," Ava countered, making us all laugh.
Sure enough, less than five minutes later, the Social Club’s doors swung open and six tall, devastatingly handsome men strode in. Other women in the club stopped mid-conversation to stare.
Draven’s eyes found mine instantly. That possessive gaze still made my knees weak. He crossed the room in long strides and wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Ready to go home, my mate?"
"I was thinking maybe another hour?" I teased, loving the slight narrowing of his violet eyes.
"Not happening," he growled softly against my ear. "I’ve been waiting all night."
Across the room, Nina was desperately trying to convince Jace she shouldn’t go to his place. "I can just get a cab. Really, it’s fine."
Jace listened for approximately three seconds before bending down, throwing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing, and heading for the door.
"Put me down, you big oaf!" Nina shrieked, her tiny fists pounding his back.
"You said you were tired. I’m helping," Jace replied calmly, nodding to the bouncer as they exited.
"Oh my god," Eleanor whispered, covering her mouth to hide her laughter. "That poor girl is in for it tonight."
Joseph approached Ava next. "You’re coming with me."
"Absolutely not," Ava crossed her arms. "Dream on."
Joseph leaned closer, whispering something that made Ava’s cheeks flush scarlet. "Last chance to come willingly, or I’ll carry you out like Jace did."
"You wouldn’t dare," she hissed.
"Try me." The challenge in Joseph’s eyes was unmistakable.
Something in his expression must have convinced her. "Fine," Ava huffed, grabbing her purse. "But we’re just talking tonight. Nothing else."
"We’ll see," Joseph smirked, guiding her toward the exit with his hand firmly on her lower back.
In the parking lot, Draven opened the passenger door for me. As soon as he slid into the driver’s seat, his hand found my thigh, fingers tracing slow circles against the fabric of my dress.
"Did you have fun?" he asked, pulling onto the road.
"I did. The girls needed it too," I said, placing my hand over his. "Nina’s absolutely terrified of Jace, you know."
"Terrified isn’t the word I’d use," Draven chuckled. "The way she looks at him when she thinks no one’s watching? That’s pure want."
His hand inched higher up my thigh. "Speaking of want..."
"Eyes on the road, Alpha," I teased, but made no move to stop him.
"Besides, I seem to remember making you a promise this morning."
Heat pooled low in my belly. "What promise was that again?"
"To do unspeakable things to your body all night long," he whispered, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my dress.
We barely made it through the front door. Draven kicked it shut behind us and had me pressed against the wall in one fluid motion. His mouth claimed mine hungrily as his hands worked their way beneath my dress.
"Liam?" I managed to gasp between kisses.
"Sound asleep. Mabel just left." His voice was rough with need as he lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "I’ve been thinking about this all night."
He pushed me against the window ledge.
"Mmm, Draven..." I gasped, my toes barely touching the floor as he pushed me up on my tiptoes.
He didn’t bother taking off my skirt, just shoved it up my hips, tore my flimsy panties aside, and thrust deep into my wet pussy.
Draven’s hands clamped my hips. That huge cock rammed into me. Again and again. Stretching me, rubbing me raw.
I wobbled, powerless against the hard thrusts from behind.
His cock stuffed me full. My thighs shook wildly as Draven pounded me hard and fast, each thrust battering deep.
"S-slower... Draven... fuck! Too deep... Can’t take it..." I sob-begged.
Draven bent down and dug his teeth into my neck.
"Baby, you can take it. We’re just getting started!" he snarled, hips pumping wildly.
He lifted me onto the window ledge, turning me to face him. Then he hooked my leg and jerked it over his shoulder. His huge dick stabbed deeper.
Electric pleasure shot through my spine.
His hands explored my body with practiced ease, constantly kneading my nipples, occasionally kissing my lips, reminding me why I’d fallen so hard for this powerful Alpha.
He thrust faster and faster, his hardness sliding in and out of my core. His fingers found my clit, rubbing that sensitive spot relentlessly.
"I need you to come with me," he said in a husky voice.
"Then take me with you," I begged, pleasure building relentlessly inside me.
He did. Repeatedly. On the entryway floor, against the kitchen counter, and finally in our bed. By the time we collapsed in a tangle of limbs, I was thoroughly satisfied and utterly exhausted.
"I think you’re trying to kill me," I mumbled into his chest.
He chuckled, fingers tracing my back. "Just fulfilling my promise."
I fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling completely protected in my Alpha’s arms.
Morning arrived too soon. I groaned when the alarm blared, hitting snooze before burrowing deeper against Draven’s warmth.
"Five more minutes," I pleaded.
"We need to get ready for work," he reminded me, though he made no move to leave the bed.
When I finally dragged myself to the closet, Draven sat on the edge of the bed watching me. He wore only boxers, his muscled torso bare and inviting, sheets pooled around his hips. His violet eyes tracked my every movement with unabashed appreciation.
"You know I love watching you get ready," he said, voice husky with renewed desire.
I approached him wearing only lingerie, thigh-high stockings, and mint green heels. "Oh really? And why’s that?"
He reached out, drawing me between his legs. "Because," he murmured, kissing the lace covering my breast, "I know I’ll be taking it all off later. Like unwrapping a present."
His hand smoothed over my belly. I placed my hand over his.
"Your present is starting to get fat," I joked.
"You’ll be the most beautiful, hottest little fatty in the world." Draven pressed his lips to my stomach. "Good morning, son. Daddy already loves you."
My heart melted. Draven spoke to our unborn child daily, just as he made a point of having breakfast with Liam each morning and playing with him when we got home. Their bond grew stronger every day.
Liam still didn’t know about the pregnancy. I worried about his reaction, but knew I’d have to tell him soon.
Thanks to Dr. Molina’s medication, the morning sickness had subsided. Still, exhaustion plagued me, along with an insatiable appetite that had me raiding the kitchen at odd hours.
"Have you thought about when we should tell Liam?" Draven asked, reading my mind as he often did.
"Soon," I sighed. "I’m just nervous about his reaction."
"He’ll be excited," Draven assured me, coming up behind me to zip my skirt. "He asked me yesterday if we could get him a puppy or a little brother."
I turned, eyebrows raised. "He did?"
"Mmhmm. Said he’s ready to be a big brother." Draven’s smile was radiant. "Our boy is smarter than we give him credit for."