Frenzied
Adea
Char was right, he was fucking hot, no, not just fucking hot. He was pantry dropping, tears running down my thighs hot. There was something about him that made me want to sit down and spread my legs for him. I wanted to do everything and anything to please him, but there was something else, something stronger that tugged at my chest. I wanted to not only worship every inch of his body, but I wanted to beg for forgiveness and make things right. It didn’t make sense because I had no idea who this man was. In this moment, I wanted to submit to him, something I refused to do with all of my other clients. Who was he and what was he doing to me? As odd as he made me feel, I didn’t want him to know the effect he was having on my body, my soul, and my pussy. I didn’t like the fact that I’ve been dripping since the moment I saw his obsidian eyes. I wouldn’t start this business relationship off with whatever it was I was feeling.
My heartbeat thumped so loudly in my ears that I couldn’t hear anything. My focus was on the lust that flared in his eyes. My peaks hardened as his gaze trailed over the curves of my breasts, my thighs clenched as he made his way lower and my body shivered as he drank in my exposed flesh. When his eyes met mine again, there was an inferno in them that promised to burn everything to the ground. I audibly gulped as we neared him. I should have been relieved that I didn’t recognize him. It meant that the odds he was from my old pack were low, but I couldn’t help but wish I did. Before we could get too close, the two men turned around and walked toward the door. I turned and stared after them as they left, hoping they would come back and hoping they wouldn’t.
My eyes fluttered as his scent finally reached my nose. My eyes widened and I whipped around to face my dangerously hot client. I took a step closer and my body tensed as the smell of pine and campfire smoke surrounded me. My heartbeat quickened for a whole other reason and my wolf ran in frenzied circles while his scent both soothed and put me on edge. When our eyes locked again, his eyes were a mixture of lust and pure hate. My lip quivered at the thought of him hating me, but I banished the thought and straightened my back. The air in the room thickened as I continued toward him. He was an alpha, but that meant nothing in here. I hated taking new clients because you never knew what you were going to get, never knew what they wanted, and you definitely didn’t know how the session would go. This wasn’t planned and he didn’t even fill out a form, so I didn’t know what he wanted.
I clenched my hands to stop them from trembling and when I came to a stop in front of him, I held my head high as I looked into his eyes. He came to a human strip club in a human town, seeking human companionship. I wouldn’t bow to him, I’d wait for him to make the first move. Whatever customs our kind was supposed to abide by, wouldn’t fly here. I was a rogue and I didn’t follow any rules but my own. In here, he was alpha and I was luna. They were titles and nothing more. We were on equal footing and he arched a brow when I didn’t lower my eyes. I’m glad I dressed up and wore something new today. I wore my clothes like a warrior wore their armor. It gave me a confidence I would never have had without it. His scent didn’t matter, it meant nothing. In here he as nothing but a client. Said client lifted his hand and my mind went blank as I watched him bring it down on his thigh.
Raising my chin, our gaze met and he had an annoying smirk on his face. He patted his thigh and I tilted my head. So we weren’t talking, that was fine. If we were in a packhouse, that movement would mean he wanted me to sit on his lap, but we weren’t and I wouldn’t. We were in a strip club and if he thought I was going to obey his every command, he was mistaken. I took my first step toward him and when his eyes slid down to the heels I wore, I smiled. One by one, I put the shiny stilettos in front of me as I closed the distance between us. His eyes trained on my movements, the sway of my hips, the bounce of my breasts as I made my way toward him. I usually started lap dances off by turning away from the client and grinding, but I wouldn’t do that today, not with him. Doing so would feel like I was backing down and I wouldn’t be doing that. I wanted to hold eye contact, I wanted to see every flicker of emotion, I wanted to feel every sharp inhale of breath as I made him feel the way I knew I could. I leaned forward and dragged my hands up his torso, his shirt was smooth beneath my fingers. Goddess, he was built like a tank.
It was against my rules to sleep with clients, but Goddess it would be a lie if I said I wasn’t thinking about bouncing on him. My finger trailed up his shoulders and I wrapped my hands around his neck. I gasped as a jolt of electricity ran through my body. There was no denying it now. My eyes glazed over as my body craved him. I lifted my chin and stared up at him, but the look in his eyes hadn’t changed. Could I pretend he wasn’t my mate and sleep with him anyway? He obviously didn’t want to claim me and I couldn’t blame him. Imagine finding your fated mate and she was a stripper who took special clients in the VIP rooms. I know what he’s thinking, I know how he’s looking at me, but I’m not ashamed of who I am, or what I do. I moved with an awareness as I climbed on top of him.
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