The Human Among Wolves Chapter 124

Aurora

I knocked on his door.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then I stood there, listening.

Nothing.

I waited another minute, then another. The hallway felt too quiet, every second stretching thin. I lifted my hand to knock again, hesitated, and let it fall. My stomach twisted with a familiar kind of unease—like something was sitting just behind my ribs, telling me he should have answered by now.

After what felt like five long, dragging minutes, I reached for the doorknob. Not to barge in—just to check. Just to see if maybe he’d forgotten to lock it.

My fingers closed around the metal.

It turned.

Unlocked.

I pushed the door open slowly, careful not to make a sound, the faint creak echoing louder than it should have in the quiet hallway. The room was dim, curtains half-drawn, the kind of low light that made everything inside look softer and heavier.

I stepped across the threshold and closed the door behind me, my heartbeat loud enough that it drowned out the click of the latch. My eyes adjusted gradually as I took a few slow steps forward, already searching for him—on instinct more than anything.

And then I saw him.

My breath caught.

I stopped so fast it felt like my whole body locked in place. A cold, sharp jolt shot through me. My eyes widened, unable to look away.

I froze.

Zayn sat at the edge of his bed, the damp towel discarded in a heap on the floor beside him, evidence of his recent shower still clinging to the air in faint wisps of steam. His body was relaxed yet taut with need, one hand loosely gripping the base of his thick cock, the other braced against the mattress for support. He stroked himself with deliberate slowness, his head tilted back, eyes half-closed as heavy breaths escaped his parted lips, each one ragged and deep, filling the quiet intimacy of the bedroom.

I hadn’t meant to intrude. I’d expected an empty room, maybe music, maybe the soft rustle of clothes—anything but this. The second I stepped inside, the sight hit me like a wave, heat rushing to my cheeks so fast it made me dizzy. My breath caught, and instinct took over; I spun on my heel, ready to disappear before he registered I’d ever been there.

The doorknob was inches from my hand. My heart was beating so loudly it felt like it echoed off the walls. Just one step and I could pretend this entire moment hadn’t happened.

"Aurora?"

His voice cut through the silence, low and resonant. It froze me mid-step, rooted me in place. I didn’t turn. Couldn’t. My back went rigid, eyes fixed on the door as if staring hard enough would make it open on its own.

Behind me, the bedsprings creaked. Soft footsteps crossed the floor—slow, certain, unhurried. Like he knew exactly what he was walking toward.

I held my breath, every nerve in my body pulled taut. The air seemed to thicken with each step he took. Heat brushed the length of my spine before he even touched me.

And then he was close enough that the warmth radiating off his bare skin soaked straight through my clothes.

His cock, still hard and insistent, pressed firmly against the curve of my ass through the thin fabric of my clothes, sending a jolt straight to my core. I bit my lip to stifle a gasp, goosebumps prickling across my arms and down my spine.

"What are you doing here?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, lips so near they nearly brushed the shell. The intimacy of it made my skin tingle, a shiver racing through me that I couldn't suppress.

"I knocked," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, unsteady. "You didn't answer. I... I should go." The words tumbled out, but even as I said them, my body betrayed me, staying put, frozen in the pull of his presence.

Before I could take a single step, his hands were on my shoulders, turning me with a gentle but firm grip until I faced him. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Water droplets still glistened on his chest, tracing paths down the defined lines of his muscles, and lower, his erection stood proud, unyielding.

"Why are you acting like you haven't seen me naked before?" he said, his tone teasing yet edged with challenge. Without breaking eye contact, he took my hand in his, guiding it slowly downward. His fingers intertwined with mine, warm and sure, as he wrapped our joined hands around the hot length of his cock. The velvety hardness pulsed under my palm, and I gasped sharply, the sound echoing in the charged space between us.

"Fuck, Zayn," I stammered, my mind reeling, a whirlwind of protest and desire clashing inside me. "We can't. This isn't why I came over." My fingers twitched, but they didn't pull away; instead, they held there, feeling the subtle throb, the heat seeping into my skin.

He leaned in closer, his free hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering on my cheek. "Then tell me, Aurora," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "Why did you?"

The question hung in the air, simple yet disarming. I opened my mouth to answer—something about checking on him, or talking about the time slip, or anything logical—but the words evaporated. They scattered the second he pressed closer, the second the warmth of him wrapped around every inch of space between us.

My thoughts fractured like thin ice, leaving nothing but him—the heat of his skin, the tension in the air, the raw pull of the moment swallowing every reason I’d had for coming here.

My fingers trembled around Zayn's throbbing cock, the velvety heat of it searing into my palm as it twitched against my grip. I meant to pull away, to summon the words that would shatter this haze, but his low chuckle vibrated through me, warm and commanding.

"You feel that?" he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, sending shivers racing down my spine. "That's what you do to me. Every time you fucking look at me."

My breath hitched, my pussy clenching with a sudden, aching need as his free hand slid up my thigh, fingers digging into the denim just above my knee. The rough fabric of my jeans suddenly felt too tight, too confining against the growing wetness between my legs.

He didn't rush—oh no, Zayn savored the tease, his palm pressing flat against the seam that ran right over my core, the pressure making me gasp. I leaned back against the door for support, the wood cool against my heated skin, but it did nothing to quell the fire building inside me.

"Zayn... we shouldn't," I whispered, even as my thumb instinctively stroked the slick tip of his cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum that leaked from it.

He turned me fully then, pinning me gently against the door with his body. His mouth hovered inches from mine, eyes dark with hunger as he captured my wrist, guiding my hand to pump him slower, deeper

"Tell me to stop, Aurora," he challenged, voice rough like gravel, his hips rolling forward to fuck into my fist. "Say it, and I'll let you go." But I couldn't—words dissolved into a soft moan when his other hand cupped my breast through my shirt, thumb flicking over my hardening nipple until it peaked against the fabric.