Chapter 12: A Hot Night

Bonnie's POV

I opened my eyes, my body engulfed in heat, especially in my most private area. Panic surged through me as I struggled to understand my surroundings. It was pitch black, and I couldn't remember how I got there. The last thing I recalled was washing my hands in the washroom.

My hands explored my immediate environment, and I sensed a soft bed beneath me, but nothing else. Desperation set in as thirst parched my throat. I needed water and had to find a way out of this darkness.

I sat up, still groping in the dark, trying to piece together where I was. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was horribly wrong; my faithful companion, Sheena, should have been here to help me, but I couldn't sense her presence. Fear welled up inside me, and I was about to scream when a strong hand clamped over my mouth, silencing me.

I knew it was a man by his imposing frame. Panic coursed through me, and I desperately tried to call for Sheena's help, but she was nowhere to be found. Was Sheena drugged too?

A strange warmth invaded my mouth as a tongue forced its way inside. Instead of panicking, my body responded strangely, almost involuntarily. My arms wrapped around this mysterious figure, and I found myself kissing back passionately as if this mouth held the elixir of life itself.

His hands moved to my breasts, and I gasped as his fingers toyed with my nipples, igniting an intense arousal within me. Moisture cascaded down my legs in response to his touch. His touch wandered further, cupping my buttocks, and I ended up straddling him, seeking relief from the burning sensations.

My dress disappeared over my head, exposing my breasts to the cool air, making me shiver. His mouth descended upon my right nipple, while his hand caressed my left, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. It felt like an out-of-body experience, an ecstasy I couldn't control.

I could feel the sizable bulge beneath me, and my body ached for more. His mouth moved from my breast to my lips, voraciously savoring every drop of saliva as if it were a precious nectar. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more intense, I felt an explosion within me.

His finger slid down my body, into my panties, parting my folds and touching my most sensitive spot. I moaned loudly, encouraging him to continue. Wetness flowed freely down my legs, and I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

Sucking noises filled the air as he sucked my juices off his fingers. He kissed me again, and I could taste myself on his tongue. He tore my panties away, parting my legs, and his fingers found my eager folds. He rubbed my most sensitive spot, and I writhed with pleasure, my noises matching his own grunts.

His fingers left me, and I felt the bed shift as he got off. Mindlessly, I reached out, feeling his hair, assuming it was his head. Then, his tongue delved into my slit, lapping at my clit and sucking. Pleasure overwhelmed me as I writhed on the bed, my legs trembling, and I screamed in ecstasy. A rush of moisture flowed from me, and I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me. Were these sensations even real?

Next, he inserted a finger into me while his thumb teased my clit, and then he added two more fingers inside me. He used his mouth to lap up my juices until it felt like my vagina was dry, then continued his relentless assault, making me moisten again. He slid in three fingers, preparing me for what was to come, and I moved uncontrollably, unable to get enough.

Then, I felt it, as enormous as a horse, or so it seemed. He touched it to my entrance while his hand continued to play with my clit. I gasped and strained as he slowly pushed inside. It hurt, and I tensed, mumbling my discomfort. He silenced me with a kiss, whispering for me to relax.

He waited patiently until I did, his mouth locked onto mine as he felt my juices flowing. With a final push, he was inside me, and we both remained still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size. Then, he began pounding into me, and I instinctively mirrored his movements.

We thrashed about on the bed, giving in to our physical desires. We woke up multiple times during the night, each time seeking the fiery release of passion.

As dawn approached, I awoke, my head still foggy. I quickly dressed and used the bathroom, realizing with a sinking feeling that someone had set me up to sleep with the Alpha. I couldn't let him know. Quietly, I called Nathan and asked him to pick me up.

I remembered that Nathan would recognize his brother's scent, so I rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower. Then I waited in the lobby for Nathan, praying that he wouldn't detect his brother's scent. When he arrived, I saw tears in his eyes, knowing that I was losing a dear friend.

Nathan took me for breakfast, and he asked the question that had been haunting me. "Did you spend the night with my brother?" I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

Summoning my courage, I explained that I had been kidnapped and placed in a room at the hotel, and the Alpha had been placed with me. Nathan realized someone had set me up.

Over breakfast, we tried to figure out a solution. Nathan mentioned that Elise had been asking for me all night and grinning. We suspected she was behind this, but we had no proof. Nathan also noted that Brian looked flushed after drinking his champagne, raising suspicions about his drink being drugged.

Nathan was leaving the next day, but he promised to return if I needed him. I reassured him, though I worried about how Sheena would react to Damian. I also feared that Elise might harm me if she discovered what had happened. Nathan offered to take me home and speak with my aunt and uncle.

Weeks passed, and I maintained a professional relationship with Alpha Brian at the office. But something had changed; my appetite had increased significantly, and I was constantly hungry, a stark departure from my finicky eating habits.

Four weeks after that fateful night, I was in the cafeteria when the smell of fish made me nauseous. I rushed to the bathroom and vomited. The next morning, I woke up feeling dizzy and nauseated, my fear growing as Nathan was no longer there to confide in.

I decided to see a gynecologist, who handed me a pregnancy test. In the bathroom, I stared at the positive symbol on the stick in disbelief. I was pregnant. The doctor recommended a blood test to confirm it, and I had to wait three days for the results.

Facing adult decisions at just eighteen, I realized I had two choices: stay in school or terminate the pregnancy. I was alone and pregnant. What should I do?