Beauty And The Ferocious Lycan Beast

CHAPTER 4

CAELINA

Ten thousand dollars?

A part of me wanted to stand by my words, to stick to them, but as I glanced back at Mr. Bucker, the look on his face gave me second thoughts. I could really use the money in sorting out my bills and finally getting out of this club. A private dance took nothing more than thirty minutes— thirty minutes in exchange for that amount.

Thirty. Thousand. Dollars.

My heart ticked in my chest as I let out a shaky breath, a lone bead of sweat breaking on my face. “O-okay, but only for thirty minutes. And no groping— he better keep his hands where I can see them, or else I'll snap!”

My words hung in the air, the silence that followed filling my insides with fear. I flashed him a glance. Cecile was clinging to him like a puppet, tossing and turning to try to get his attention, but he wasn't moved. He was busy staring back at me.

His dark blue eyes stirred something in my skin. Something deep. Poignant. I shook off the feeling even before it could develop and strolled towards the exit. Mr. Bucker walked behind me, strutting close as he led me towards one of the private rooms at the very end of the hallway.

All through my years as a bartender in the club, I'd never gotten a chance to explore this part of the club. East wing. It was meant for the VIP members and was made up of men who controlled packs, mobs, and even nations.

In the east wing, anything could happen. A lot of dark things had happened here. The VIP members had the power to do anything here. Kill. Strangle. Torture.

You name it.

My blood bubbled in my veins as I paused before the door to the room at the very end of the hallway. It was made of mahogany— the rich kind with a card swipe lock system. I scrunched my brows. “Mr. B?”

Without thinking twice, he passed me the card, and I swiped it. The locks snapped open, logging into my veins. I took slow strides into the room. High ceilings and glistening chandeliers were the first things to welcome me as I stared up. Slowly, I dragged my gaze down to the sight of a king-size bed with golden trim and edged white sheets.

The walls were painted all black with just an image hanging against the wall. A portrait. It was so small yet extremely high up as if to make it hard for an untrained eye to glare at. I stalked towards the edge of the room and was about to glance up when all of a sudden, the door blasted open.

I swerved back almost immediately, my heart thumping heavily in my chest. He had stepped into the room. The air turned icy cold almost immediately, and I felt a surge of adrenaline in my bloodstream.

I expected him to lay down rules for the dance, but he didn't speak. Instead, he adjusted his shirt and ruffled his own hair. I caught a glimpse of his chest, and I felt my jaw fall. Spittle formed in my mouth; I gulped it almost immediately, flashing my gaze at me.

He turned his gaze to me, and shortly after, he stalked towards the bed. His steps were slow and calculated. I waited until he was seated on the bed before speaking.

“W-would you like some music, sir?”

His eyes darkened. “No.”

This was the first time I heard his voice, and the sound of it was tantalizing, making my wolf stir uncomfortably in my skin. I wasn't sure what to call my sudden attraction to him.

I brushed the tip of my fingers against the feathery edge of my mask, making sure it was in perfect place. I couldn't have any of the clients see my face. Toxic clients from the club were the last things I'd want to integrate into my day life.

“But without the music, it won't—”

I tried to get him to reason with me, but he sat stiffly on the bed. The overhead lights in the room bathed his features in soft blue light. The kind that made his eyes glisten even more.

“Just dance. I'll tell you when music's needed.”

Shaken by the baritone beam of his voice, I started dancing slowly, swerving my hips while trailing towards him. His eyes lingered over me, making my heart race heavier. I kept drawing close to him, and once I got close enough, he reached to pull me into his hard chest, but I tugged off seductively.

“You seem to be in a rush, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened even more as I turned my back to him, swerving my hips to the uninteresting sound of silence. He seemed to be enjoying it. I did too.

I pulled close to him again; his guard fingers reached to pull me closer, but I slid out of his grasp. I brushed my ass on him, making sure I stirred something in his skin, and it worked. A groan tore through his lips, and I turned my gaze towards him and noticed a huge b***r was forming in his pants.

“Someone’s getting hard.”

His eyes lit up with longing and something darker. I couldn't read it clearly, but I could recognize it anytime. Lust.

I turned back and was about to grind my ass over him again when he pinned me down, gripped my neck, and pulled me close. I didn't try to slide out of his grip this time around; instead, I stayed there. Vulnerable. Shaken by his scent.

It clawed up my nostrils, making it hard for me to breathe. His scent was all I could sniff as his muscled arms pinned me in place. The hair clinging to them grazed my neck as I trembled.

The feeling in my chest wasn't normal.

No.

My wolf was never this aroused. This was the first time I felt it growl under the texture of his skin. I felt the weight of his groin pressing against me, causing all the blood in my head to rush downwards. f**k. I was getting hard.

His scent was so strong yet so intense. I threw my head backwards and raised my wrist to glare at the little pink wristwatch that was part of my stripper costume.

Five minutes left.

I could do this.

His grip on me tightened. “Why are you in a hurry, omega?"

My breath hitched. How did he—

“I see the way you try to resist my Alpha charm. Weak attempt, but for an omega, I'll give you your flowers. I see the way you muffle moans and try your best to not melt in my arms. It's almost as if we're mates.”

I spat. “Mates? That's the funniest thing I've heard all week.”

A fake laugh rolled out of my lips as I glared at my wristwatch again, my heart thumping violently in my chest. Two minutes.

“Still in a hurry?”

His arms wrapped around me tighter, and I felt the air in my lungs fade. I choked on a breath as he pulled in and placed a hot kiss on my neck. “You don’t have a scent, little wolf.”

“Hidden scent. Don't tell me you expect to get a sniff of my scent.”

“I—”

I cut him off. “No can do. Oh look, the dance is over.”

I tried to yank out of his hold, but his arms were strong. Too strong. Pinned to place, he traced hot kisses up my neck. I felt heat flare in between my legs.

I jerked my head back slowly as I dug my nails into the sheets of the bed. “L-let go.”

My voice was a faint whisper, one that died down even before it left my lips. He slid his fingers into my pants swiftly, like an arena meant for him. It didn't take long before I heard his voice.

“Keep dancing.”

“I won—”

He curled my hair in his hands before yanking it. I felt pain in my scalp. I wanted to wince so bad but all that came out were moans. Heavy ones. It was almost like my body was betraying me.

“Let g—”

I could barely finish my own sentence when he beamed. “Dance!”

I wasn't sure whether it was the Alpha command he had or the waves of pleasure in my veins, but somehow he got me to adhere to his words. I resumed grinding slowly as I felt him push me into the bed. “Strip!” He ordered. I obeyed, tugging off all of my clothes within the blink of my own eyes. Soon I was stark naked with just the masquerade mask covering my face.

“You still have it on? I see you're keen on invisibility. Well, I can work with that.”

Just then, I heard his belt clink as his pants dropped to the floor. My jaw dropped. He was huge.

Really huge.

He climbed the bed and jerked me so close, I crashed into his hard chest. "Out there, you danced like you’d rather be dead," he chuckled darkly, his fingers curling at my waist. "Now look at you—breathing like I rewrote your rhythm.”

With that, he parted my legs. I didn't resist. My wolf had lost all sense of self-control. It was groaning; I was doing the same too. My legs hung in the air, trembling like winter leaves, but when I felt the tip of his c**k press into my entrance, I gasped out loud.

A wave of ecstasy shot into my veins, making me grip the sheets tighter than ever. I tried to connect with my wolf to warn her that we were here to have a private dance, but we're getting cornered and pinned by a likely dangerous man, but that didn't work.

“And what is the reason for our connection to him? He's a stranger. I barely know him. Why him?” I asked my wolf, my heart quivering uncontrollably.

“Because Cael…”

The connection broke.

I was yanked back to reality, and in it, I watched him tug off his shirt, and I saw it. That mark. That tattoo. It was the same type as the man that killed my family.

Urgency filled me to the brim as I muttered. “Let me go.”

He fisted my hair. “No can do, little wolf. You managed to catch the attention of Alpha Alejandro. There's no turning back.”

In that moment, he nibbled on my n*****s and increased his penetrating speed. His arms pinned me closer. Tighter. I clutched his back, digging my nails into it as I felt the connection with my wolf get restored.

Its voice cracked through the fog of moans in the room around me. “We're mates, Cae. Mates.”