The Lycan King's Keeper

Chapter 4

Scarlet

ONE YEAR AND EIGHT MONTHS AGO

I needed air.

Fresh air.

It was all I could think of as I slipped past my father and his loud guests, and quietly made my way out of the building.

All they thought about was themselves and not what I wanted.

Marriage. Stupid f*****g marriage! It was all they talked about and I was sick of it.

Ever since I had turned eighteen, dad had turned into a marriage-hunter, and all I felt was mysery.

Who would have thought that the admission letter that had been the literal bane of my existence and all I had looked forward to for the most part of my life, would now be sitting at the bottom of my drawer, never to be used again?

My father had immediately rejected the idea of me going to an academy, even before telling him I was admitted already.

I got into my car, taking a swig of the bottle of shifter vodka I had stolen from dad’s stash, before stomping on the accelerator.

A few minutes later, I was at the club, a long way from home.

I took another swig, laughing when I found the bottle empty.

It had been over half of golden liquid in the bottle, and I was definitely going to get in trouble in a few minutes when the alcohol hit, but that’s what I wanted.

Tonight was for me.

Tonight was to forget.

I tossed the huge leather coat I had put on to cover my outfit in the back seat of the vehicle, and made my way into the club.

The moment I stepped in, the air changed as all eyes were on me.

Good.

I swayed my hips, enjoying the way the men literally ate me up with their eyes, and ignored all of them, making my way towards the bar.

I had on a black lace top, which was so sheer, the only protection my breasts had, was the black n****e-cover I had placed on them. The leather skirt I paired it with, was so short, my bare ass-cheeks was in view for the whole world to see.

I didn’t wear any stockings, keeping my legs bare. Even the lace panties I had under my skirt barely kept my p***y lips together.

And the heels...

I was five feet two, but tonight, I was a good five feet six.

“Two shots of shifter vodka please.” I said to the bartender who ran his gaze over me for longer than necessary. “Like what you see?”

He smirked, then jerked his head towards the stairs by the side. “You will be better off in the VIP section chica. Tell them I gave you a pass.”

He pushed just one shot glass at me, and winked.

I should have declined, but I blamed it on the alcohol as I made my way upstairs.

The moment I stepped past the door, as if drawn by an unseen force, my eyes landed on a lone figure, seated alone, in a corner, away from the few others scattered about.

I immediately understood why it was the VIP section.

There were strippers and poles for each table.

And everyone had one thing going on for them, except the lone figure in the corner.

I giggled to myself, and made my way to the plush red couch, then giggled again, when instead of sitting sexily like I intended, fell into his lap like a rag doll.

“Ooops.” I giggled, as the man stifled underneath me.

“What the_” his voice was thick as he looked up, but whatever he wanted to say quickly got lost as our eyes met.

I had never seen eyes as blue as the ones in front of me. They looked like they had a life of their own.

For a moment, I forgot my surroundings and got lost in them.

That and how warm he felt.

It was him who blinked first, then placed his hand on my waist, and tried to lift me up, but I squeezed my thighs around his waist, keeping it there.

“Who the hell are you, and what do you want?” He asked, his brows furrowing angrily, but I paid no heed.

The alcohol in my system had taken over completely,a nd all I wanted to do was kiss this handsome stranger.

I gasped at the heat seeping from his hands into my skin, my n*****s tightening under the n****e covers.

I had come here to fool around, and that was what I was going to do.

“I’m your stripper for tonight.” I drawled, my words slightly slurred.

He looked annoyed, but raised a brow. “Really? And what makes you think I want a stripper?”

I shrugged, playing with the hairs at his nape. “The fact that you haven’t flung me off your lap.”

I leaned in, grinding my hips into his groin, and felt something twitch directly beaneath my p***y.

I was immediately reminded of my scrap of a thong, but that didn’t stop me.

“Maybe I’m just being polite.” he growled, his fingers tightening around my waist. He still didn’t try to pull me off him.

This was dangerous. What I was doing. And I wanted more.

My eyes fell to his lips. “Your politeness has paid off then.” I siad breathily.

“What_”

I didn’t let him finish as I leaned in and closed my lips over his.

For the first couple of seconds, I felt him grow completely still, and expected to be flung away from him like a rag doll.

What I didn’t expect was for him to growl against my lips and then kiss me like I had never been kissed before.

The kiss was rough, and demanding, everything and more than I had expected from a man like him.

My moans got lost in the music as he reached around from behind me and glided a finger cross my soaked panties.

A rush of heat coursed through me, and I shivered, pressing into him.

This was what I needed. This stranger.

He pulled away from the kiss, his fingers slipping past my panties and accross my bare c**t.

I almost passed out from the pleasure.

I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, or just pure s****l heat, but I wanted it all.

I moaned, my eyes peeling open, as I met his blue ones.

They were hard, and angry.

“I don’t f**k virgins.” he whispered, his tone hard. “And definitely not drunk ones.”