My Second Chance Lycan King

CHAPTER 3: GET IN HIS CAR

AVA'S POV:

King Draven didn't stop, not even when the air hostess kept knocking and asking questions on us being locked in for too long. If only she knew that the Lycan king was making a feast out of me.

I bit on my lips to contain my moans, and I watched the mad fire that danced in the eyes of Draven. His thrusts kept going deeper, harder, and when he closed the distance between us and seized my lips in a breathtaking kiss, I could feel his deepest thrust as he groaned and released within me.

Within me! What was wrong with this him?

I heaved hard breaths as he collapsed on top of me, kissing lightly over my lips, and a gorgeous grin on his face. Sweat rolled down our bodies.

"This is my first time fucking a woman on a plane." He confessed, like it was supposed to be some type of record breaker. "You're wilder than you look, Ava. I'm intrigued."

My cheeks were red from embarrassment. Had I just done this with the Lycan King? The Almighty Draven Thorne had had filthy sex with me inside the small bathroom of an airplane. Oh, god.

I'm screwed!

I don't know how long it took, but Draven eventually let me go and rearranged his smartly tailored black suit. He ran his fingers through his black curls while I pulled down my dress.

He opened the door to the restroom and there stood a flabbergasted air hostess. I knew for sure that she'd be able to smell the scent of our arousal intoxicating the air.

"This trip has been an absolute delight. I'll be sure to give your airline a point for providing such a wonderful experience." Draven passed me a knowing side-glance, and the gaping hostess stared at me too, catching on easily to what he really meant.

Oh, goddess!

I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a sea to dive into forever. I rushed out of the bathroom, my head buried, and barely registered the hostess's incredible eyes. When I returned to my seat, I was surprised to find Draven sitting beside me. What kind of doomed day is this? I didn't expect to find it on the plane!

Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, I lacked the courage to look at him. I rubbed against his legs and squeezed myself in to pass before covering my eyes with a blindfold and pretending to be asleep.

Suddenly, I felt a hot breath in my ear, accompanied by his low voice. "Seems like you're already fantasizing about a second round. I can still perceive your hunger from your dripping cunt."

My heart felt like it was being trampled by a thousand horses. Could this man be any more brazen? He seemed to have no filter!

Suddenly, a wave of panic hit me. What if he blabbed about this to Wayne, or anyone else? I couldn't let anyone know about my illicit encounter with a stranger on a plane. Much less with the Lycan King and C.E.O of the company I worked with.

I immediately took off my blindfold and looked at Draven with a stern face. "Today's...incident never happened. Just forget about it, and I'll do the same. It was clearly just a mistake, and after this flight, it's perfect to act like we don't know each other."

Draven rose a brow, his lips curling into a sly smile. "I don't mind telling the pilot to make this flight last longer then. I'm sorry, but I won't forget that it happened."

I glowered, my face pinched into a frown at him. "Well, it's already forgotten by me. In fact, I don't even know who you are anymore. Out of sight, out of mind."

Before I could close my eyes once again, he leaned in closer, his heat warming up my skin and making me press myself against the window in fear.

"Looks like I didn't fuck you hard enough earlier. Next time, I'll make sure you don't forget. You'll have my name on your lips for weeks."

My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, Sapphire urged me to beg him to take me back into the bathroom for an unending round. However, I shook those thoughts away from my head.

Next time? Was he insane? I pushed him away, my voice shaking.

"I'm sorry, King Draven, but you're sourly mistaken. I'm not that type of girl, so I can definitely assure you that there won't be a next time."

But Draven didn't seem to take no for an answer. He loosened his tie and gave me a mischievous grin. "And I'm sorry, Ava darling, but you're sourly wrong. Whether there would be a next time or not is not up to you."

At that moment, I realized I had made a terrible mistake. I thought I could have some harmless fun and revenge, and forget about it once the plane landed. But now, I was stuck with this unpredictable and persistent man.

What had I gotten myself into?

I wanted to say something, some type of retort to make sure I got the last word, but Draven closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, ignoring me completely. I felt annoyed and helpless and lost, unsure of how to handle the situation.

"I'm going to divorce Wayne anyway, so it doesn't matter," I thought to myself as I sat on the plane next to Draven. The past few hours had been filled with unease and confusion, and I just wanted to forget it all.

But then Draven and I ended up doing something absurd in the bathroom. I couldn't believe I had allowed myself to be swept up in this mess.

A few hours later and we started to descend from the plane. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the flight was coming to an end. I couldn't wait to get off the plane and never see Draven again.

But as I gathered my belongings and rushed off the plane, I was surprised to see Draven waiting for me in a BMW sports car. He flashed me a wicked smile and rolled down the window.

"It's too late to take back what happened," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Now come on, get in the car."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But before I knew it, I found myself sitting in the passenger seat of his car, my heart racing with excitement and fear.

What was I getting myself into? And why couldn't I resist this man's charm? I knew I needed to figure out a way to untangle myself from this mess, but for now, all I could do was let myself be swept away by the thrill of the moment.