Emma's pov

　　With swift movement, Matthew turns my body, making me lie on the bed with him on top of me. His hands effortlessly remove my pants and then his own underwear. Matthew's cock is thick, with pulsating veins, the head of his member is red, and I feel my pussy contract with the desire to feel him inside me, fucking me. My hand reaches for Matthew's cock, stroking it while we kiss each other with more desire, Matthew's hand comes to my pussy, which is already wet with desire.

　　"For Goddess' sake, you're already soaking wet?" Matthew comments with a growl in my ear before inserting two fingers into my pussy, eliciting another moan from me. I grind on top of his fingers while Matthew sucks on one of my breasts again. My hand continues to stroke him eagerly. "Matthew, fuck me..." I beg with a moan, feeling like my climax would be close if he kept playing with his fingers inside my pussy.

　　An extremely mischievous smile spreads across Matthew's lips upon hearing my desire. He spreads my legs wider and positions himself between them, his hand holding the base of his own cock. Matthew teases the head of his cock against my clit, sending waves of desire through me, making me moan and arch my body. Matthew was torturing me here, running the head of his cock along the entrance of my pussy and back to my clit.

　　"Fuck, fuck me now!" I plead as I close my legs around his waist and pull him closer. A mischievous laugh escapes Matthew's lips before he thrusts his cock into my pussy. I gasp as Matthew's thick member stretches me open, his thrusts slow, making me feel every inch of his cock inside me. "Matthew! Matthew!" I moan his name with each thrust until he picks up the pace. Thrusting faster and deeper.

　　Matthew lays his entire body over mine as he continues to fuck me with force. I grip his back and feel perfect at that moment. Feeling Matthew inside me is magnificent, better than any other fuck I've ever had in my life.

　　"Emma, you're so tight and delicious," Matthew moans in my ear. "Fuck, it's so delicious to fuck you, Emma. What a delicious pussy!"

　　I lose myself in Matthew's arms and in the way he possesses my body. The way he brings me sensations I've never felt before when sleeping with someone. There's dominance from him being an alpha, but also care and dedication to my pleasure that I've never witnessed before. We fit into various positions, and as if Matthew could read my mind, he did all the things that made me climax quickly. More than once, I came because of him.

　　I wake up in Matthew's arms, his arm wrapped around my waist, his hand resting on my bare belly, while the other arm I use as a pillow. The warmth of the alpha's body radiates to me, no need for any sheet or blanket to cover us during the night.

　　Instinctively, I snuggle closer to him, enjoying this intimate contact between us. The alpha himself, still asleep, tightens his arm around me, pulling me closer. I glance at my side of the bed, the wall in front of me has a tall dresser of aged wood, with intricate carvings on it. I count each of the carvings just for fun.

　　"I love you-" Matthew mumbles suddenly, shifting and withdrawing his arm from over me. I widen my eyes, startled by the declaration.

　　No, no, no! Damn it! Damn it!

　　I stare at Matthew's sleeping face. It's peaceful and gentle, without the severe lines of expression, there's a wrinkle on Matthew's forehead that appears when he frowns too much, it's beautiful.

　　Damn it, stop getting hypnotized by him, Emma! I shake my head, pushing away the romantic thoughts. I can't do this right now! I can't get involved with someone like this, especially an alpha. Goddess, what have I done? I slept with an alpha! I slept with Matthew Anderson, damn it!

　　Unable to dwell too much on what I just heard from his sleeping lips, I quietly slip out of bed and try to gather my clothes. The only wearable thing left is my bra and panties along with my pants, my shirt Matthew destroyed last night. I dress in a hurry to avoid waking Matthew, who at one point, grumbles something else in his sleep.

　　Even Accalia feels stunned within me with what we did in the wee hours of the morning. I left the room barefoot because my shoes were thrown somewhere in the room that I couldn't find.

　　The hallway is quiet. Since we're not in the packhouse but in the alpha's house, there's no chance of bumping into any curious and ill-intentioned werewolf. I tiptoe silently to my room, hoping Charlotte isn't awake yet.

　　Once I close the door to my room, I collapse on the cold floor near the door and try to breathe calmly.

　　"Damn it, what have I done?" I ask to no one but myself.

　　How could I let my emotions lead me like this? Lead me to bed with Matthew? What was I thinking?

　　"Love?" Accalia suggests within me, and I'm once again shocked by that.

　　"Accalia, I can't... I can't fall in love now," I respond insecurely to my wolf.

　　"Why not? He's in the room, you two... love, no?" Accalia asks confused, not understanding my denial of it.

　　"Yes, we had sex and it was good... damn, it was really good! But I can't love him, Accalia, at least... not now, you understand? I need..." I let the sentence die on my lips, not knowing how to say that coherently, "I need to figure out what to do with my life first. It's much more than just a crush. I want my life back, my freedom back."