The Velvet Den

Chapter 3

The scent of sweat, lust, and Grimclaw’s musk clung to my skin as I shakily got to my feet, feeling the sticky mix of my juices and his release trailing down my thighs. His hand lingered on my ass, firm and possessive, as I turned to leave.

"Thank you, Aria," his gravelly voice rumbled, sending a shiver through me.

I turned back, my lips curling into a playful smile, and blew him a kiss before sauntering away. Leila, ever the curious one, slipped up beside me, her mischievous grin unmistakable.

"So, how was Grimclaw tonight?" she asked, giggling.

I laughed softly, shaking my head. "He has this way of teasing me that just works. And that curve in his cock? Delicious."

Leila nodded knowingly. "Mmm, yeah, he’s definitely one of the better ones around here."

As I caught my breath, my gaze drifted across the room. My eyes locked with those of a tall, imposing troll leaning against the wall, his broad shoulders and rippling muscles filling the space he occupied. His rugged, angular face was shadowed by dim lighting, but even in the gloom, his strikingly chiseled features and strong jawline stood out. His skin glimmered faintly, and his dark eyes flicked away the moment I smiled at him.

"Who's that?" I asked, gesturing toward him.

Leila followed my gaze and shrugged. "That’s Bryn. He’s quiet, keeps to himself mostly. Why? Did he catch your eye?"

"Maybe," I murmured, my curiosity piqued. Bryn’s sheer presence exuded power and restraint, like a predator biding its time.

Before I could dwell on it further, the door burst open, and a pack of werewolves strode into the Den. They moved with an effortless grace, some in human form, others in wolf form, and all gloriously nude. My breath caught at the sight of them: taut muscles, abs you could grind stone on, low-swinging cocks, and sharp, defined cheekbones that made my knees weak.

"Damn," Leila whispered before wandering off, her eyes locked on one of them.

I licked my lips, my body already warming again. Maybe round two wasn’t such a bad idea. I approached the alpha, a towering beast of a man with dark hair and molten amber eyes. His bare chest gleamed with a sheen of sweat, every muscle etched as if carved from stone.

"What can I get for you?" I asked, my voice honeyed with flirtation.

He sniffed the air, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. "Are you on the menu?" His voice was a deep rumble that sent heat pooling in my belly.

"I am," I replied boldly. "How would you like me?"

His strong arms circled my waist, pulling me against his hardening cock. "What’s your name?" he asked.

"Aria," I breathed. "And yours?"

"Kael," he growled.

Kael, the Alpha werewolf, was the embodiment of raw power and commanding presence. Standing at an imposing 6'6", he possessed a muscular build that seemed carved from stone, his broad shoulders and powerful frame exuding an air of dominance. His movements were fluid, almost predatory, each step carrying a sense of purpose and control that immediately drew attention. Every inch of him spoke of strength and authority, making it impossible to ignore him in any room he entered.

His skin was a warm tan, marked with faint scars that hinted at battles fought and victories won. These marks weren’t just remnants of fights but badges of honor, a testament to his resilience and survival. His face was striking, with sharp, chiseled features—a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a slightly crooked nose that added a rugged charm. His lips, though often set in a firm line, had a softness to them that hinted at a gentler side hidden beneath the surface.

Kael’s eyes were his most captivating feature—piercing and a deep shade of amber, glowing faintly in low light, a reminder of the wolf that lurked within. They carried an intensity that seemed to see through lies and pretense, as though he could glimpse the very soul of the person he looked at. His gaze alone was enough to make most submit, not out of fear, but out of an instinctive respect for his authority.

His hair was dark, thick, and slightly wavy, falling just below his ears in a deliberately unkempt style that suited his wild nature. It seemed to catch the light, glinting faintly like silk, though it often had a windswept look as if he had just returned from running under the moon.

Kael’s voice was deep and commanding, carrying a natural gravitas that made people stop and listen when he spoke. Yet, when he softened it, it was smooth, almost hypnotic, capable of calming his pack with just a few words. His tone always carried a sense of confidence, born from years of leading and protecting those under his care.

In his wolf form, Kael was even more formidable. His fur was a sleek, pitch-black, with a faint silver sheen along his shoulders and spine. He towered over most other wolves, his sheer size and bulk making him a force to be reckoned with. His amber eyes burned brighter, reflecting the ferocity and primal instincts of the beast within. His growls were deep and resonant, enough to shake the ground and instill fear in even the bravest of adversaries.

Despite his intimidating exterior, Kael was a leader who inspired loyalty, not through fear but through unwavering dedication to his pack. He was fiercely protective, his every action driven by the need to ensure the safety and well-being of those he cared for. Beneath the dominant, stoic exterior lay a deeply passionate and loyal soul, willing to go to any lengths for those he considered family.

His confidence was intoxicating. My fingers traced the hard ridges of his chest as he picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He groaned as the wet heat of my core pressed against him.

"Fuck, you’re so wet," he hissed, his cock teasing my entrance through my soaked folds. Carrying me outside, he pressed me against a tree.

"I don’t like having an audience when I fuck," he said, his voice raw with need.

His thick length pushed into me in one deep thrust, and I cried out, my nails digging into his broad shoulders. He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size, then picked up the pace, each thrust pushing me higher and higher.

"Yes… Kael," I gasped, the cold night air a sharp contrast to his fiery heat. My back scraped against the rough bark as he set my feet on the ground, turning me around. His hands gripped my hips as he drove into me from behind, his calloused fingers finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.

"Cum for me," he growled, his teeth grazing my neck. His words tipped me over the edge, my vision going white as I clenched around him. He groaned, spilling his seed deep inside me before pulling out.

"You’re incredible," he said, his lips brushing my neck.

"Anytime," I teased, my legs still trembling as he led me back inside. Cheers erupted as we entered, and I giggled, curtsying playfully before spotting Leila. She was astride a beta, riding him hard, her moans sweet and unabashed.

Smirking, I walked over, unable to resist leaning down I sucked one of her nipples, flicking my tongue over her hardened peak. She gasped, her back arching. "Aria," she moaned, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.