The Alpha’s stripper mate

The Alpha returns

Three days later

*Natalie*

"Are you ready, Nat?" Jasper asks me as I prepare to take the stage. Tonight, I will be working on the pole. "By the way, Mr. Shy-Alpha-Never-Had-a-Lap-Dance-Before is back and has already requested a private session with you as soon as you are done."

"Oh," is all I can manage to reply, feeling conflicted. I don't know if I want this. I must admit that I have found myself thinking about him several times in the past few days, even scanning the room for tousled dark curls. But I need to remain professional; he is a client, nothing more. On that note, I might have preferred him to stay away.

"Oh yeah," Jasper responds, sticking his tongue out between his lips. "And he is looking mighty fine, I tell you."

I giggle and shake my head as I put on my costume, getting ready to go on stage. It has to be better than the client I had yesterday, who kept groping me until he had to be thrown out. "Well, I bet you think so."

"I bet I do. That's one tall drink of Alpha hotness," he says with a wicked smile. And honestly, I can't disagree with him.

*Levi*

Damn, what am I even doing here again? And this time, I'm alone. There's no reason to lie to myself; I'm here to see her, Destiny. I haven't been able to get her off my mind. I genuinely tried to resist the urge to see her again, but with the entire evening to myself tonight, I caved in. I didn't even realize I was coming here until I found myself talking to Michel about a private dance.

I'm not really paying attention to the stage since I have no interest in any of the other women. But when I hear her announced, I see a pair of white platform heels walk across the stage. Her seductive, languid strides entice me in a way none of the other dancers could, for reasons I can't begin to explain.

My Wolf is practically panting in my mind. Trying to tell me something I am not ready to accept.

My eyes travel up her long, bare legs, leading to a mini skirt that barely qualifies as one. Her smooth, milky thighs are on full display, and her slim waist holds a band with white feathers hanging from it, brushing her skin as she walks provocatively to center stage.

I swallow hard as my eyes take in her toned stomach, reaching her breasts, and perfection wouldn't even be enough to describe them. The only thing covering them is a feathered top that exposes everything except her n*****s. As much as my eyes wish to linger, I want to look at the face connected to that amazing body.

My gaze continues upward over her chest and long, slender neck, finding her lips coated in red, holding a seductive smile, and her cheeks flushed with pink from the activity she is engaged in as she begins to dance against the pole.

Then my eyes meet her green ones, which are practically glowing, sending an electric current through my entire body. I'm drawn into their alluring and mysterious depths, like a magnetic force, and I find myself completely lost.

I take in the full view, watching her every move intently as she wraps her slender fingers around the pole and straddles it between her legs. She grinds her center against it and slowly lowers herself before rising back up. Her long, blonde hair falls behind her as she arches her back and rolls her hips to the pounding beat of the music. The sight is the most erotic thing I have ever seen; my breathing is heavy just from watching her.

She turns and bends down, keeping her knees locked as she grinds her backside against the pole, resting her hands on her legs before rising. She circles the pole and hoists herself up, spinning down to the floor before pulling herself back up again. She demonstrates more moves, switching between grinding her body seductively and performing more athletic feats, her body impressively supple as she continues with expert execution.

I follow her every move, never tearing my eyes away for even a second. She is mesmerizing and flawless, and she knows just how to flaunt the essential feminine features of her body without apology.

When she leaves the stage, I'm already on my feet, eager to be alone with her again. I quickly make my way to the private rooms.

*Natalie*

I change into royal blue lingerie and a matching robe, thinking of how good he looks in blue, smiling to myself as I get ready.

Jasper comes in, letting his eyes run over me. "You are going to look so gorgeous wrapped around him, darling. And by the way, he is waiting for you, looking much more relaxed this time."

"Always so funny, Jasper," I reply with a smirk, making my way to the room. I peek through the door first. He is sitting in the chair, looking more relaxed but still a bit out of place. He is wearing dark jeans that strain a bit on his thighs when he moves and a snug white V-neck T-shirt that looks amazing on him.

I open the door, pulling out my most seductive walk as I slowly approach him. "Well, hello again, handsome. You came back to see me."

"Yeah... I... uhm... I kept thinking about you." I feel a jolt at his words… he has been thinking about me? In which way?

But I have to keep up the facade, not let people come close. I am their naughty dream, their fantasy. I put on my cheeky voice, winking at him. "Nothing good, I hope."

He doesn't answer but blushes profoundly, making me straddle his lap and lean down to whisper in his ear. "Oh, really bad, I see." The blushing creeps down his neck, even making his chest flush.

"It's okay, don't feel bad. It's kind of what we are doing, selling a fantasy," I say softly, running a finger along his jaw and feeling him lean into my touch.

He looks up at me, his pupils dilated with desire, but his voice is soft, almost pleading. "I was thinking that we could talk a bit first?"

"And what do you want to talk about, hon?" I ask him, my hands running down over his chest, feeling his muscles contract under my touch.

His breath is hitching in his throat, and it takes him a couple of moments to answer, his voice throaty. "You, I would like to get to know more about you."

"I would much rather talk about you. It must be so interesting being an Alpha, having so much power and responsibility," I say. I never talk about myself or my life with my clients.

He pouts in the most adorable way, looking very disappointed. "Well, sometimes it is, sometimes not. You are not going to let me know anything about you, are you?"

"Sweetie, knowing too much ruins the fantasy," I say, letting my robe slide off me to the ground, starting to roll my body slowly over him.

His eyes are fixated on my breasts, his breathing getting faster, but his voice is almost pained. "I just want to know who you are."

"Oh, baby, I can be whoever you want me to be." I reach out to press the button for the music, knowing my body and my movements will get him to forget his questions.