Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 30 Listen To His Orders

Valentine Winters P.O.V

Lucifer slammed the car door shut, heading towards the grand hotel's reception, leaving me momentarily alone in front of the imposing entrance. The opulence of the setting overwhelmed me, making me feel small and out of place. As I watched him charm the receptionists, a pang of envy twisted inside me.

The women, perfectly poised in their matching white uniforms with bold, striking makeup, blushed under Lucifer's attention. The sight stirred an unsettling jealousy within me, an emotion I wasn't used to feeling so strongly.

After a brief exchange, he returned with the confidence of a man accustomed to such lavish surroundings. Opening my car door, he pulled me out with an ease that made me feel like I was merely another accessory in this world of excess and indulgence. The concierge team swiftly managed our luggage, moving with the kind of efficiency that only exists in places like this. It felt like we had stepped into a realm where people floated through life without the burdens.

Lucifer turned me to face him, his grip on my jaw firm, a reminder of his dominance. "Stay here. I'll be right back after parking the car." he instructed, his voice leaving no room for argument.

As I waited in the luxurious hotel lobby, the grandeur of the place pressed down on me. Polished marble floors reflected the glittering chandeliers, each facet catching the light and throwing it back in a dizzying array of sparkles. The receptionists, impeccable in their white uniforms, moved with a practiced grace that added to the atmosphere of exclusivity. I felt acutely aware of how young and out of place I must appear, the curious glances from the other guests only heightening my discomfort.

A soft tap on my shoulder interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to find one of the receptionists who had earlier caught Lucifer's attention. Her perfectly manicured smile exuded professional courtesy, yet it contrasted sharply with the unease gnawing at me.

"You can sit if you want, over there in the waiting area. You don't need to stand." she suggested, her tone gentle, as if sensing my nervousness.

"It's okay." I stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but she insisted, gently guiding me towards a plush seating area. As I sank into the cushioned chair, the softness of the fabric only heightened my sense of not belonging.

The minutes dragged on, each second stretching into an eternity as I observed the comings and goings of the hotel's sophisticated clientele. They moved with a confidence and ease that only magnified my feelings of vulnerability. Every glance, every hushed conversation, seemed to emphasize the chasm between their world and mine.

Lucifer Zades P.O.V

As I returned to the opulent hotel, I expected to find Valentine exactly where I had left her. Instead, a jolt of panic gripped me when I discovered her absence. My frustration mounted as I searched the lavish surroundings, cursing under my breath. How could she disregard such a simple instruction?

I took a deep breath, focusing on her distinctive scent that hung faintly in the air. Following it, I found her in the waiting area, seemingly lost in her own world, oblivious to my earlier directive. Annoyance flared within me as I seized her arm, pulling her up with a firm grip. Her startled eyes met mine as I led her towards the hotel room I had booked.

Once inside, I ensured the door was securely locked, the click of the latch echoing in the silence. Turning to face her, my frustration was palpable. "I told you to stay put. Why didn't you listen to me?" My voice carried a sharp edge as we moved closer to the wall, her back meeting it, her apprehension clear.

"I-I told her, but she insisted." she stammered, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to explain.

"Who?" My irritation was evident, my patience wearing thin.

"One of the receptionists." she replied, her gaze shifting nervously.

"Okay." I said, though suspicion lingered in my eyes. The irritation in my voice didn't fully mask the concern beneath. I closed the distance between us, my fingers gently but insistently lifting her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "But was she me?" I asked, my tone carrying a subtle hint of possessiveness. As my fingers traced lightly along her exposed skin, I couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness mixed with frustration.

Her wide eyes searched mine, a mix of fear and defiance reflected in their depths. The proximity intensified the charged atmosphere, making it clear that this wasn't just about following orders; it was about the deep, complex feelings we had for each other.

The room felt smaller, the silence heavier, as I awaited her response, hoping to bridge the gap between our turbulent emotions and the reality of our situation.

Valentine Winters P.O.V

"No." I replied, my voice steady despite the charged atmosphere.

"Exactly." His breath was warm against the nape of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I tried to pull away, but his low growl stopped me, his grip on my body firm and unyielding as he pressed me against the wall. His hands slid beneath my shirt, exploring the contours of my waist before settling possessively on my hips.

The room was thick with the scent of our mingled emotions. "Next time, you better listen." he murmured, his voice a mix of sternness and something softer, almost pleading. I shivered again, nodding in acknowledgment of the silent command.

He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as if trying to anchor himself. When he opened them, his grip softened, transforming into a soothing massage that paradoxically felt both comforting and intimate.

Our faces were inches apart, our eyes locked in a silent conversation. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze dropping to my lips. I found myself mirroring his curiosity, my eyes drawn to his plump, inviting lips, longing to touch. A smirk tugged at his lips as he licked them, and I felt a flutter of anticipation.

He leaned in slowly, his breath mingling with mine, his lips brushing lightly against mine in a teasing, electrifying touch. The contact sent a cascade of tingles through my body, a complex mix of desire and vulnerability swirling within me. The world outside seemed to fade away as we lingered in that intimate moment, the connection between us both thrilling and overwhelming.