CLAIMED BY MY FATHER'S MATE

2

Nyra's POV

Wolves & Whispers was everything I hated—red neon lights pulsing like a heartbeat, bass-heavy music pounding against my skull, and the thick scent of cigars and alcohol choking the air out of my lungs. Different scents of wolves mingling in the air. Strippers dressed in fishnet, straddling men and twisting around a polo on the platform.

If it was yesternight, I'd have stormed out of this place immediately, but not anymore.

The distraction was exactly why I came. I needed it to feel alive again.

Sitting at the booth, I threw down the fourth glass of tequila and signaled for another.

I don't know what to do especially since he rejected my rejection and to think he knew I won't be able to survive without him.

But I will. Somehow. Anyhow.

The waitress slid the drink at me with a tight smile on her face; she was subtly telling me that I have had enough.

I threw it down and slammed the empty glass back on the counter.

By now, everything and everyone is appearing in twos. I looked towards the platform where she-wolves were twisting around polo and it seemed like the Goddess had joined them.

And f**k, I was so pressed. I wanted to ask the waitress for the directions to the restroom but she was already walking away with a tray of drinks in her hand. I'd figure it out myself.

I started walking out of the room slowly because it looked like the ground was sinking beneath me, pushing people off my paths. They hurled curses at me but I ignored them.

I saw a room with the plate name screaming “Restroom” and I entered it. But inside, it wasn't a restroom. It looks like a VIP lounge.

Oh.. f**k. You can't even do anything right, Nyra. I pressed my palms to my face in a futile attempt to stay sober.

I attempted to turn away but that was when I heard it. A deep grunt that reverberated through my entire being. Enough to make me sober immediately. To make me feel alive.

“f**k!”

I stepped closer to the direction where the voice was coming from and there he was.

A man was seated on the couch, his jeans was yanked down between his thighs, his hard veiny c**k that looked like the size of my arm was in his hand, sticking up with pre-c*m dripping down from the tip and he began stroking it tightly—up and down, head thrown up.

“f**k!” he cursed softly again, stroking faster now and stopping briefly to press a thumb on his tip.

My body reacted immediately. Heat went straight to my core. n*****s hardened, pressing hard on the crop top I had on.

I swallowed hard. My thighs were now trembling so hard because my p***y was tingling. My legs buckled and I quickly pressed my back to the cold wall before I stumbled backward. I pressed my palms on the wall and bit down on my lips until I tasted copper.

Goddamnit.

That c**k though.

Twice bigger than Cain’s.

He hasn't even touched me yet and I was already dripping shamelessly like I haven't been f****d before. Maybe I haven't been f****d before… Cain never f****d me right; my dildo and vibrator have been the one doing.

As if he could notice me, he snapped his head towards me….I couldn't believe that he was real.

He should be in his forties but gosh, he is such a beauty. His jaw was perfect—too perfect that I think it's unfair for one person to have this level of perfection. His skin was fairer and smoother than mine. His stormy gray eyes were piercing—it looked like it could see my past, present and future. The diamond studs in both ears flashed under the dim light. His leather jacket was unzipped, he had a black singlet that cleaved to his strong chest like a second skin and Goddess, the dangerous, yet sexy tattoos of wolves with dripping jaws made me lose my breath.

At that moment, I felt a cold, and intimidating aura emaciating from him—the type that almost made my knees buckle. His scent—frosted pine, smoke from an old winter fire—filled my nostrils. It was intoxicating. Captivating. I pressed my lips together, stifling the moans threatening to spill past them.

He sized me up and his expression twisted with confusion. “Who are you?”

His voice was like velvet, each word stroking different parts of my body. Both n*****s and my dripping cunt made my panties cleaved to my p***y lips like a second skin.

I opened my mouth several times to speak but no words came through, plus I don't trust my voice to come out normally now. I bet I'd moan out instead.

His eyes drifted lower again and it landed on my n*****s that were razor sharp, threatening to slice my top off. He swallowed hard, his eyes blazing with lust and his powerful aura commanded the room—the type one couldn't help but notice, the type one should avoid but you can't help but be drawn to. His face seemed familiar though… but then, that wasn't important for now.

God.. I tried. I tried to look away from his throbbing c**k but I couldn't no matter what.

“Well… I'm..” I stopped talking when I realized that I couldn't form any coherent words and my thighs are trembling more vigorously now.

Then he smirked. The smirk that revealed that he knew just how soaked my panties were for him. The smirk that showed I won't mind if he bends me over the nearest surface now and f**k me silly.

He gripped his c**k harder. “Did you want some?”

At first, my mind went blank.

Of course, this was wrong. He was a stranger.

But then with the way my cunt is throbbing,I might really stop breathing if I don't get f****d in the next minute. Moreover this was the first time I have ever been this wet and I'd be a goddamn i***t if I miss out on a good c**k like this.

Tonight, I'd forget morals and be wild for once.

I nodded. “Yes!” My voice now suddenly steady.

“Then don't just stand there,” he spat, his patience thinning. “Come get it.”

I tried to take a step, but stopped me with a single flick of his hand. “Crawl, kitten. Show me how much—how desperate—you want it.”

I did not even think twice before dropping to my knees. His dominance was overwhelming; he looked like a man who made decree.

I pressed my palm on the floor and I started crawling towards him slowly, my chest pounded as I got closer and my cunt won't stop clenching.

I reached him and his head dipped down, looking at me like he was my predator, I was his prey and he had come for nothing other than to hunt me down.

He pushed the c**k towards me, and the weapon stood just inches away from my lips, dripping down and the smell filled my nostrils.

“Take the damn c**k in your mouth, little slut. Let's see just how well that pretty mouth can take me.”