REJECTED: Hired to Breed

SPREAD YOUR LEGS (2)

KARLA

I couldn't quite grasp the overwhelming sensation that washed over me at that very moment. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. A strange, tingling feeling coursed through me, igniting an ache between my thighs at the mere thought of straddling him. His scent, laced with the unmistakable aroma of alcohol, drifted toward me, and was strangely alluring.

"Spread your legs, little omega," he said again when I hesitated, his voice a low rumble.

Indignation flared within me. I was not a slut, and he should have just asked me to give him a lap dance instead of saying I should spread my legs for him. There were rules here and I refuse to give him any personal services.

"I'm sorry, but there are rules here, sir. We do not sleep with customers here."

"Who made those rules?" he asked, relaxing on the couch and whirling the wine in his glass.

"The owner of this place," I replied tersely, irritated by all the unnecessary questions. I knew he only wanted to use and torture me. He would never find an omega attractive.

"Who is the owner of this place?"

"Alpha Killian Cabello of the Moonshadow Pack." He was arrogant and wanted to defile the rules, just to show me that he could do whatever he wanted. Rich men were always bag of jerks. Seriously, I wonder if they have a special class for that.

He took a card from his inner pocket and handed it to me. "I usually don't give out my card to the likes of you, but look at it."

I took the card and looked at it. His name was boldly written on it. He was the owner of this place. My eyes widened at the realisation. He made those rules, and he wants to break them now? Why? I looked at him.

"You're Alpha Killian Cabello?"

He smirked smugly and devilishly. "Now, spread your legs, Omega."

I gawked at him, my head reeling from the revelation. HOW THE HELL WAS I MATED TO AN ALPHA? A powerful one at that?

His voice cut through my dazed thoughts, sharp and commanding. "You're on my payroll. I would advise you to comply with my wishes if you wish to continue dancing here."

Just then, Cole appeared by my side. "Alpha Killian, is there any issue here? I hope she isn't causing you any trouble?"

Killian dismissed him with a nonchalant wave. "It's nothing I can't handle, Cole," he replied, his smug smirk never leaving his face as his piercing gaze remained locked on me.

Tremors ran through my hands as the truth sank in. I was mated to the Alpha of one of the most influential and powerful werewolf families. I had never laid eyes on Alpha Killian in person before, as we weren't from the same pack. I only heard his name because The Cabellos were renowned. I couldn't fathom why goosebumps now adorned my skin. Perhaps it was because I had never stood face to face with an Alpha, let alone touched one.

My life had recently become a relentless roller-coaster, with one chaotic event following another. Cole glanced at me briefly, then respectfully bowed to the Alpha before leaving the both of us.

"You're wasting my precious time, Omega. And time is a commodity I cannot afford to squander," he stated, his tone brimming with impatience.

I mustered my courage. "First of all, my name is Karla," I asserted.

He casually flicked his fingers dismissively. "Irrelevant." Lust glinted in his eyes. I hesitated, then took a cautious step forward. "Good girl," he murmured approvingly.

My heart pounded erratically. Was this the influence of the mate bond, or was it simply the overwhelming presence of the handsome man seated before me? Carefully, I positioned myself above him, hovering before gently lowering onto his lap, but ensuring to maintain a certain distance. His hands, large and assertive, rested on my nearly bare buttocks, and he guided me down, securing me in place. Our faces were just inches apart, our scents mingling with the sharp aroma of alcohol. A surge of desire overwhelmed me, unlike anything I had ever experienced. His gaze, intense and penetrating, seemed to reach into the depths of my soul, amplifying the pulsating desire within my thighs.

"Grind," he whispered, his voice thick with longing.

I suppressed the urge to moan aloud. I felt weak and powerless in his presence. All I could do was obey. Slowly, I began to sway my hips to the rhythm of the background music, feeling his erection grow beneath me. He closed his eyes and leaned back, releasing a breathy sigh as I continued to move on his lap.

In those moments, I became utterly engrossed in his world, all fears and apprehensions dissolving away. It was as though we had known each other for an eternity, two ordinary lovers entangled in an intimate moment. His grip on my buttocks tightened as he guided my movements, my clothed wetness rubbing against his rock-hard clothed c**k. A low growl escaped his lips, and an involuntary moan slipped from my throat. We were ensnared in the moment, oblivious to everything else, the connection between us growing ever stronger. My entire body awakened and yearning for his touch, something I had never experienced before.

As the music slowed, we spiralled further into our passionate trance. He leaned forward, planting a hot, wet kiss on the exposed skin of my chest. I tilted my head back, exhaling shakily as his touches sent a million sparks throughout my body. His kisses continued, covering my chest, and ascending my neck. My desire reached its zenith, and all I craved was for him to take me right then and there. His every touch felt like a drug, addicting me further. He spanked my buttocks lightly and for a sick reason, it sent a jolt of arousal through me. He traced a single finger up my spine, igniting a fiery trail with each touch. Unable to hold back any longer, I moaned, surrendering to the pleasure. His fingers continued their journey until they tangled in my hair.

"Lush mane," he whispered huskily, his breath warm against my neck. "So, f*****g perfect."

The word "perfect" was one I hadn't heard from anyone other than my father and Ana. He believed I was perfect. As he kissed my cheek, I felt my wetness dripping from my panties. I was sure he would be soaked with my juice when all this was over. When he ran his tongue down my cheek to my neck and nibbled at a sensitive spot, I almost climaxed.

"What do you say we go somewhere private and finish this?" he suggested, his coffee-brown eyes locking onto mine, filled with a compelling intensity.

"I-I..." My voice sounded hollow, barely recognizable. "I'm not finished here—"

"I'll double your pay," he cut in swiftly.

Before I could even process his offer and formulate a response, he crushed his lips to mine, kissing me with an insatiable hunger. All other coherent thoughts vanished from my mind. He effortlessly lifted me from the sofa, carrying me with him, his hands firmly gripping my thighs against his body.