He knows.
I take a sip of the alcohol. Oh, this is strong… the taste is intense, but I like it.
“I think you would actually be happy if I run. I’m a nightmare you do not want in your life.”
“Funny that you should refer to yourself as a nightmare. You look far from one, but even I know not everything that looks like a dream is one.”
I can’t deny the fluttering in my stomach at his words. As he downs his glass of absinthe, my eyes dip to his Adam’s apple. Damn, the boy is sizzling. I feel a clench in my core and avert my gaze.
Deep down, something tells me not to do this. I don’t know anything about him, but he seems to be the boss of this club, and he is definitely an Alpha. Who though? I have seen many Alphas. Okay, not really. Damn, I wish I had paid more attention, but I don’t care for them. I’m always too busy in my own world…
“You don’t want to find your mate. Good. Neither do I.”
“Then, why didn’t you just walk away?” I ask.
“I wanted to see exactly what the goddess created for me.”
“And?” I find myself asking, my stomach fluttering.
His icy-blue eyes trail over me, and I see them flash a stunning steel blue as they fall on my breasts. If his gaze alone can have such an effect on me, then what will his touch feel like? He steps closer, and I find myself backing away until my ass touches the glass behind me.
“If we’re going on looks alone, better than expected.”
My core throbs at his words. How does someone I have just met have such an intense effect on me?
“You’re an Alpha, that’s undeniable, but what pack – “
He cuts me off by placing the back of the hand that holds his glass against my lips. The crazy fireworks that erupt from his touch are dizzying, sending a dangerous jolt to my core. It makes sense… all of it. The way the mated couples around me are so love-crazed. All they want is to be next to their mates. Just a single touch from someone I don’t even know is driving me nuts, and I am unable to stop myself from softly kissing the fingers that are pressing against my lips. His eyes flash a steely blue as our eyes meet, and the moment he removes his hands, I slowly lick my lips before taking another sip of the strong alcohol.
Turning my back to him, I stare down at the club below. My core is throbbing, and I know if I drink this entire glass, I will be pretty high. I see him pour himself another glass and down it in one go before he places it on the bar counter and walks back over to me. I look at him once again, turning towards him as he steps closer. This time the gap between us is almost non-existent. I can smell his addictive scent, feel the heat from his body, and hear the steady beating of his heart. All of it consumes me.
“Two glasses, and you seem perfectly sober. I’m impressed,” I whisper, trying to break the intense sexual tension that isripping me apart with desire. He rests his arm against the glass above my head, forcing me to back up against it.
“I didn’t think you would be that easily impressed.” His eyes stare down at me, and I notice his thick lashes. I could picture waking up to this hunk every day…
“I do have pretty high standards in some departments,” I reply haughtily, staring into his eyes.
The faintest smirk crosses his lips as he runs the knuckles of his free hand down my waist, making my heart thump in anticipation. His body is barely inches from mine, and the urge to press my thighs together is incredibly strong.
“Good. Let’s just hope you can handle me,” he replies seductively. We are chest to chest, and he parts my legs with his knee, making my core clench.
“Shall we try and see?” I ask, a challenging glint in my eyes.
He may be an Alpha, but I’m not just anyone. Still holding my glass, I lock my arm around his neck, pressing myself against him and placing my free hand on his abs.
“Confident,” he muses, running his fingers up the side of my waist, still so tantalisingly slowly that the urge to moan overwhelms me, but I keep it in.
“Incredibly. I am not a submissive little good girl.”
“See, the thing is…” he trails off, smirking as he presses his body against me. “Good girls get fucked, and bad girls… bad girls get punished. Which is it going to be?” His tone makes me bite my lip, my arousal scenting the air, and I know he can smell it.
“Then you’re going to have to punish me, Alpha,” I whisper, hooking my fingers into his belt and pulling him against me just as he grabs my hair.
His lips meet mine in one incredibly mind-blowing, hungry kiss that sends pleasure erupting through my body. Tingles and sparks ripple through me wave after wave as his lips dominate mine, fuelled by power, hunger, and desire, a kiss that is out ofthis world and one that I know has ruined all men for me.
I hear my glass shatter as it hits the floor behind him, but neither of us cares.
His plush lips are heaven and sin all at once, and I find myself fighting for dominance. Our tongues dance against one another as our hands travel over the other’s bodies, feeling and groping every inch that we can get our hands on. His tongue is pierced, and the sensation of it feels so damn good. My body is on fire, my pussy clenching at his touch. It is rough yet sensual, turning me on so strongly that I am unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that leave my lips. I moan, feeling his huge, hard cock press against my stomach. Oh, fuck.
I want to pull his pants down and take his cock in my mouth, but before I can even begin to undo his belt, he pulls back, his eyes a dazzling steel blue.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he growls huskily, breathing hard as he looks me over. I nod, not needing to be told twice. I want him here and now.
Oh, Goddess, I’m done for.
Out of Control
Azura
We take a back exit where a sleek black car is waiting for us. I don’t see the driver; my focus is on the man before me. The moment we are in the car, he pulls me on top of him. I straddle him, welcoming the feeling of intoxication he brings. I don’t need ten bottles of whiskey or several glasses of absinthe to forget everything. This works.
He pulls my jacket off me, and I help, reaching behind and pulling it down from my wrists before tossing it to the ground. His eyes are on my breasts, his hands running down my arms. I lock them around his neck, tangling one hand through his delicious chocolate locks.
Oh, fuck, he is so handsome.
Our lips meet once more in a sinful kiss. I gyrate my hips against his crotch, his grip tightening on my waist, the other squeezing my ass.
“Fuck,” he growls, sucking on my neck.
I tilt my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as rivers of pleasure rock through me. His hand twists in my hair as his lips trail down my collarbone, kissing, sucking, and nipping at my smooth skin. He grabs my breast, making me swear in pleasure. I don’t want any items of clothing between us, but just when I think he’ll yank my top down, the car comes to a stop.
The door is opened for us, and I realise we are in an underground car park. His hands never leave me, and I am not bothered that the suited man who has opened the door is right there. Instead, he carries on kissing my shoulders and neck roughly as he guides me to the lift. The moment his thumbprint is scanned, the doors open, and he pushes me up against the wall of the lift, pressing a button before he has my wrists pinned against the wall, his lips meeting mine once more. I moan into his mouth, feeling his hard shaft against me.
Oh, fuck.
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