It doesn’t take a lot to stun me, but fuck...
Her feline eyes glitter beneath the strobe lights as she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and then she moves her hips and thrusts.Hard.
Lights spark in the corners of my eyes as she dry humps my knot to the delight of an eager crowd, and they all cheer her on. It seems to give her the motivation she needs as she continues to roll her hips.
Only one word growls in my head.
Mine…
I have to rut her. One way or other.
The only thing stopping me is that I will give her little secret away. Sure, one click of my fingers, and I could order every patron’s death in this club in seconds.
Somehow, I like that I have this leverage on her. I’m the head of the Whitefang Pack for a reason, and the Whitefangs like to play dirty. That’s why we own this city.
Still, she holds a certain power over me, and one day I know she's going to ruin me and the reputation I have built over the past ten years.
I’m a trained assassin since childhood. I’m a fucking monster, yet this tiny omega already has me wrapped around her little finger.
I have to put a stop to that.
Once again, she thrusts, curling her fingers through my thick blond hair as she presses her nose to my mine. Now we breathe as one as she works those perfect hips, driving me to the fucking brink.
I run my hands down her smooth curves, stopping at her rounded hips. Then I crush her bones with my fingers, and she moans into my mouth. I nip her lip, making her squeak as I push my knot into her.
Buttercup’s breath hitches. Then her pupils blow out when she finally gets a taste of my swollen knot. She starts gasping for air and she’s a fucking goddess. Her body shines bright gold beneath the lights of the bar, and sweet Jesus... What a beauty.
Sweat masks her face, and it looks like she wants my knot. Someday, I will give her exactly what she wants. After all, I’ve already set my sights on her.
And I always get what I want.
Buttercup ismine.
Now it’s my turn to tease her. I unzip my pants, pressing my bulging cock to her pussy, and it looks as if she’s about to cave. Only a thin sheath of fabric keeps us apart now. Maybe I should tear off those golden panties and throw them into the crowd. They’re soaked with her slick, and a fight would break out for sure.
But her panties belong to me.Shebelongs to me.
No other alpha will have her ever again.
Fuck Steve. I think I finally found a way he can pay me back the money he owes me.
Her heart pounds through her chest as she closes her eyes, envisioning herself on my cock. I know I’m picturing it too.
Again, I wrap my hands around her tight ass, squeezing her fat cheeks as she moans.
She will never escape my clutches again.
I lean closer to whisper into her ear, marking her with my scent when our cheeks brush. “You made the biggest mistake of your life coming to me, Buttercup. Now you aremine...”
Her eyes snap open, and there’s no missing her fire. It turns out Buttercup is a little hell-raiser indeed. She presses her lips into a line, then shoves herself off me by pressing her palms to my pecs. She even digs her claws in and ouch. Harsh much?
She storms back toward the stage. I never take my eyes off her the whole time. My fingernails have left dents on her ass cheeks, and there’s no denying who she belongs to now.
From this day onward, Buttercup will now be property of the Whitefang Pack.
Chapter 3
Ravyn