broke gilr with 3 powerful mates

anger burning

Carl's POV

She has a boyfriend?

How long have they been together?

Did they kiss, did they sleep together?God, look how stupid I am.

With a girlfriend like that, who can hold back from touching?

How often do they do it?

A month? Half a month? A week? Or every day?

I just felt anger burning and I wanted to rip this man apart right then and there.

Sebastian was also furious, showing his sharp teeth in a warning manner, and kept growling in a low voice, "Who dares to steal our mate? I'll bite him to death."

I was so angry I was about to turn, and then I got another laugh out of Sebastian, "I thought you didn't like Cush, why are you so angry too?"

Sebastian froze in place and said with a stiff upper lip, "I just don't like him, I just feel bad for you."

This silly wolf.

I lowered my eyes and looked at Cush beneath me. she was clutching her hairpin so tightly that her fingers were trembling slightly, but her eyes were still strong and proud, not at all begging or cowardly.

god, her eyes were clear and bright, and her heavy make-up couldn't hide the glow.

With the loose loungewear, it looks more and more small face and long neck, which is actually another kind of charming and attractive.

I really wanted to turn into a wolf, to take her back to her den, to mark her hard, to rip her clothes off, to enter her, to make her cry to make her flush, to make her pregnant with pups, to make her eyes only see me and no one else ever again.

I started to think about it again until I heard her soft voice and said "Please"

For years, I've been on the edge of life and death in pursuit of excitement. But it's never felt like this.

She said a soft word, a soft "Please", and my heart softened and I had to throw up my hands in surrender.

Regretfully, I reached out and touched Cush's chin, "I'll let you off the hook this time."

I stood up, reached out gracefully, and tried to help Cush up as well.

But Cush was sweating profusely, his arms and legs were too weak to exert any strength.

I was amused that Cush turned out to be an apparently fierce paper tiger.

But pressed against her, she couldn't stand up like that. If I really f****d her, wouldn't she be unable to get out of bed for three days and nights.

I hurriedly interrupted my various unrestrained thoughts and simply wrapped my right hand around Cush's waist, half-supporting, half-carrying her to stand up.

The mirror opened and the drunks in the box poured out, one screaming after another.

"Sure is the queen, hot enough." "Thought I'd get to watch live spring, so boring"

"Dykens so miserable, just got a new car and lost it before it got warm" ......

I felt it immediately, Cush shuddered and pretended to peek around as if nothing was wrong.

Is she looking for Dykens?

How did she know vampires?

I followed her eyes carefully and found a soft sigh of relief.

She really did know Dykens, and she was even afraid of him! Because she'd been bullied by him before?

I was jealous, of all the people who knew her before me.

I hate that she doesn't have me in her eyes.

I pulled a few random checks from the table and lowered them to her mouth, "You helped me win, here's your reward." The men immediately laughed lewdly in agreement.

My actions meant that I wanted Cush to open her mouth and bite down on the checks, like a Blow job.

Cush looked down at them and then looked at me with derision.

I was stung by that smile, but at least she had me in her eyes. cush took a step forward, grabbed my hand, and held the thin check against her lips, leaving a luscious kiss mark.

I froze as the room erupted once again. Amidst a roar of approval, Cush leaned forward, her body sliding into my arms like a cat, while her fingers quietly slipped the two checks, into my shirt pocket, "Here's my advance, you're rewarded in advance."

"what for?"

"you will see"

My c**k was already hard and now, smelling the scent of her hair and feeling her softness and provocation, it became more and more unbearable.

I tightened my grip on her waist harder, letting her really feel my burgeoning desire.

She blushes, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, not daring to look up at all.

Hey, who would have thought that this woman who had just become a stripper king was at her most beautiful when she was shy.

I led her toward the door regardless, and she struggled with a blush, trying to pull away from our lower half.

Pulling and tugging, we strayed into a collision with a drunken man, Cush gasped and covered his nose with his left hand as a stream of blood ran down his face.

I was immediately fired up and shoved the drunk in front of me hard, "Watch your f*****g mouth."

The alcoholic was pushed back several steps, wiped his eyes and suddenly giggled, "Cush Jumbo?Dykens been looking for you for ages, who'd have thought Tyrell would have hidden you here?"

Cush stiffened like a rod of iron, the blood was gone from her face all of a sudden, white as a vampire who had been starving for seven hundred years, "You've got the wrong one."

With that, she fled like a rabbit.

Cush Jumbo?

That name is so familiar?

And Dykens,Tyrell? How many men does my Mate have around him?

That flame of anger burned me hard anew. I couldn't hold back any longer and punched the alcoholic hard in the nose.

Before he could duck, he was flipped straight to the ground, wailing, "my nose! You broke my nose ,why?"

I didn't bother to answer and ordered Nate, "Cush Jumbo, check me out."