The next day was a bit of a blur for Selena, between meet and greets, autograph and her interview on the Stone Cold Podcast. Once she returned to the hotel room later that afternoon, she saw a note written in a flowing blue script:

"Dear Selena, I saw how stressed you were during today's proceedings. No Alpha female should have to feel that drained, so I discussed things with Baron; he has asked me to attend to you while he does the house show. Do what you need to in order to make yourself comfortable; I'll handle the rest. Sincerely, Randy."

Selena smiled; Randy always was rather astute in his observations. After a shower and shave, she laid down on the bed, covering herself with a light blanket. She set her iPhone into the dock, pulling up her unwind playlist. Laying her head on the pillow, she let her eyes drift closed to the instrumental version of one of her favorite parody songs: "Dark Pulse" by Natewantstobattle.

As she began to relax, she felt cool liquid running down her left leg. She jumped slightly, then settled back down as she heard Randy's full-bodied voice sing softly:

"I knew you were, were gonna use Agility.

Now here we are, a room I set up so tricky.

I'm going first; that's Sucker Punch priority.

So come at me, can't come at me.

Your Extrasensory, no match for my plot, so nasty.

So don't, don't count on a victory.

Fell for the taunt, you're falling right through me."

As he sang, she felt the warmth of his hands spread the massage oil along her legs with deep, sweeping motions. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he continued his ministrations before she began to sing:

"Just because your guard is magic

You think you're safe, because you killed my life orb.

Baby, do you dare to not flinch?

Cause I'm coming at ya like a

dark pulse."

Randy grinned wickedly before harmonizing:

"I know you're gonna throw, gonna throw

You're gonna throw a storm, throw a storm.

But I got that lucky chant, lucky chant.

There's no critical hits."

As they sang together, he slowly rose over his Queen, trailing his supple lips along the exposed ivory skin of her back. He always wondered what she felt like...how she sounded...and now was his opportunity to find out.

He knew the sun was setting, which meant her wolf would be taking over soon, driving her into heat...

A soft moan escaped her lips as he slowly deepened the massage. She knew her wolf was close, and she needed to be fucked senseless.

Randy straddled her, sitting on the curve of her bottom as he massaged her back. He gently began to rock his hips, the friction eliciting another moan.

"Please, Viper..," she pleaded needily, her wolf in absolute control. Her typically sapphire eyes were a brilliant amber as she turned her head around.

His brilliant blue eyes darkened as he slid his hands over her exposed body. Her skin was every bit as soft as he imagined it would be.

"Mmmhh...more, Randy," she keened, feeling him hardening as she rubbed against him. Suddenly, he rolled her onto her back, his lips closing greedily around a taut nipple as one bronze hand slid skilfully down her pale midsection to where she ached most. His slender fingers ghosted her throbbing clit, making her whimper lustfully.

He straddled her with ease, lining up perfectly before easing in. For almost a year, ever since he saw her on NXT, Randy wondered how delicate she would feel...how exquisite she would taste...how ethereal she would sound..

She gasped as he shifted his hips, allowing him to forge deeper. She raked her nails down his back as she cried out wordlessly. Randy had always had this carnal allure to him...even when she started out as just another fangirl watching him on TV; she would watch every match he contested and every promo he ever cut with a nearly religious fervor, his image being the fuel to many of her teenage fantasies.

"Is this what you wanted, Black Rose?" He whispered beguilingly into her ear as he pistoned in and out of her throbbing core, his crystalline eyes darkened to a nearly sapphire hue.

"Y-yes, Viper!"She moaned as he began to set an unrelenting pace, driving deeper and faster. She could feel her body coiling up for an unforgiving orgasm of inexplicable proportions as her hips rose to meet him.

Her actions made him growl in approval. Her body was like silk encasing steel, her deceptive strength evident in the way she began to draw blood from her little scratches and bites. "Tell me, little blossom," his voice was a thick, resonant rumble in her ear, "do you want the Viper in total control tonight? Or would you rather the Legend Killer?"

"Viper..," she whimpered. "Need the Viper to poison me!"

His eyes flashed with pride as she pleaded for the more animalistic side of him to conquer her for the night. His fangs extended slightly, gliding against the side of her neck in sync with his thrusts. He wanted to bite her so badly, he could nearly taste her. "May I bite, petite rose?" He slipped into French for the nickname, knowing she was helpless to resist.

"Just fucking bite me already, Viper!" She demanded, her voice rough with stark need.

He chuckled, a dark rumble as his fangs sank into her breast.

It was at that moment that the floodgates burst, Selena shrieking Randy's name as her body thrashed violently beneath him. He flooded her core as she milked him dry.

After she collapsed back onto the bed, Randy gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek before leaving, writing a note for Baron.