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Chapter 4- Why Mr. Officer?

She thought he was Leon? How crazy? Oh right, he borrowed his police uniform earlier with a nameplate. However, all was lost when he got nearer, and he thought, fuck, she had kissable fine lips, so luscious and pink and glossy. Rhye thought to himself.

When their gazes locked, it was as if everyone else in the pub disappeared. There was something so familiar and so unbelievably extraordinary about her spirit, it was like calling him. Just looking at this beauty, even his wolf wanted to claim her right here and right now. And though Alpha Rhye couldn't discern her significant scent, there was something very unique about it. It was more than scentless, yet he could feel the pull of a life-mate, and he was more than surprised.

Her deep blue-green eyes were gorgeous and vivid, so fresh and innocent, and right now they were expressing a sweet longing that quickened his pulse. Yes, the woman was rude and thought of him as Leon, but he still couldn't help but stare at her lips, as her sweet pink vanilla was calling him to taste it. "Well, Miss Lily Walters, it's lovely to meet you again. Way to insult me, huh? What a coincidence? And you appeared to be too inebriated to be angry right now. After all, you reckoned, I sucked your boyfriend's dick, yes?"

"Oh, of course, you did,... Y-you g-guys didn't even lock the door. How foolish." The woman added with a cute annoyance as she had to tilt her head to look at him because she was seated and he was towering over her. Alpha Rhye breathed in to distinguish her scent, yet none came to her werewolf senses. It was very odd, and now his curiosity had been piqued to the full extent. "Well, what if I told you it was not me? Maybe... someone who looked exactly like me?"

"I d-don't think so. Why Mr. Officer, s-sir y-you got yourself a twin?"

Oh, yes, Joseph. Perhaps this wonderful lady mistook him for Joseph, and why would his twin brother be sucking her boyfriend's dick? Joseph was never gay, he thought to himself as he replied, "Well, actually I have a twin... And he is not gay."

"W-whateverrr."

"Okay then, so can I buy you a drink, Miss Walters?" He offered.

She lifted her full glass. "No, thank you. I’ve already got one."

"Then I’ll buy your next one."

"There won’t be a next one. I don’t trust myself or you."

"Why is that?"

"I’m a lightweight. S-see, and... w-well, one drink makes me tipsy, maybe five." Her lips curved slightly as she giggled, "Six drinks make me do bad things."

Damned if his shaft doesn’t twitch at that. "How bad?" Rhye growled.

Although she blushed, she didn’t shy away from the question. "Very bad, Sgt. S-sir."

Rhye grinned at her, then flagged the bartender with a quick, excessive motion. "Another drink for the sweet lady, Gab," he called.

She laughed, and the melodic sound sent prickles of sensation through him. He was insanely attracted to her.

"How lovely, you knew him, the bartender??"

"Well, can I tell you a secret?" He said as he went nearer to her ear, "I own this place."

"Huh! And I am the Queen of the world." The woman giggled again, and Rhye thought that she was indeed too drunk to even notice that he was serious. Rather than take the empty stool beside her, he remained standing. But he did edge closer, and her knee lightly brushed his hip. He swore he heard her breath hitched at the slightest contact.

Rhye glanced over and spotted his new friends watching them with deep interest. Mr. Bald Man tapped his watch dramatically as if to remind him that the clock was ticking.

"Oh, it's up to you if you do not believe me. So, listen..." Alpha Rhye brought his lips close to her ear again so she could hear him. This time, he saw her breath hitched. Her perky breasts rose as she sucked in the air. "My colleagues gave me a ten to one percent chance of getting your number without you slapping my face, and I do not want that. After all, it seemed like we already knew each other, right?"

Her eyes dance devilishly. "Wow, and so? B-by sucking my b-boyfriend's dick makes us friends now? But a ten-to-one chance? Jesus, they don't have much c-confidence in y-you, huh? I’m sorry."

"Don’t be sorry, sweet. I’ve beaten greater odds than that. But... lemme tell you a secret. " His mouth brushes her earlobe as he whispers, "I don’t want your number."

She jolted in surprise, her gaze snapping to him. "You don’t? Seriously?"

"Nope. I mean, yes, I am dead serious."

"Then what do y-you want? Mr. Leon, officer?" She picked up her drink and took a quick sip.

He thought it over for a moment. "I want to kiss you, to taste your lips."

"You nuts? Y-yesterday, you sucked my ex's dick and now you want to k-kiss me? H-how disgusting is that?"

"I told you, it was not me, Miss Walters."

"Oh, I don't believe you for a second there."

"I am not a police officer and my name isn't Leon Anderson either," he added, knowing full well that it's been four minutes.

"Oh yeah? And who are y-you?"

"Call me, Rhye... Rhye Gosling."

"The... Rhye Gosling? The CEO? I don't believe you." She smiled as she looked at him up and down and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's up to you." He insisted.

A startled laugh now. "Uh-huh. You’re just saying that because you wish I’ll do it, and then you can prove to your friends that you’re not a loser."

He looked over his shoulder again. Mr. Old Man wore a self-satisfied smirk. He tapped his watch too. Tick-tock. His seven minutes were almost up. His own watch told him he had only got three left, "No," he told her. "That’s not why I want to kiss you."

"Oh really, now Mr. Superman?"

"Really." He licked his bottom lip. "I want to kiss you because you’re the hottest, the most beautiful woman in this pub." He shrugged. "And anyway, it’s unmistakable you want the same thing."

"Says who?" She challenged him.

"Says the fact that you haven’t stopped staring at my lips since I walked over here."

She narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"See, here’s the thing." Rhye lightly dragged his fingertips along her slender arm. He was not touching bare skin, yet she visibly quivered. "My friends think you’re Little Miss Innocent. They cautioned me that you’d be frightened by someone like me. Someone tough and big, but you know what I think, Lily?"

"What?" She mumbled with the same intensity as he did.

"I think you like it tough and big and as hard as me." Once again, he leaned in closer. Rhye couldn't help but flick the tip of his tongue over her ear.

There was another sharp intake of breath, and he felt a tug of achievement.

"I don't think you're innocent," he went on, "and I don't think you're a good girl either, I think that right now you want nothing more than to kiss me harder, rake your nails down my back, and let me fuck you right here in front of everyone."

She moaned out loud.

Dammit if his shaft hadn't twitched.

The arrogant grin was just unfolding across his face when she grabbed the back of his head and yanked him down for a hard kiss.

"You’re right, Mr. Leon, or Rhye W-whatever..." she murmured against his lips as he tasted her heavenly soft lips. "I’m not a good girl at all, I want more than anything to have you right here with me, drunk or not..."

His trunk was hard before her tongue even reached his mouth. And when it did, gliding through his parted lips, it was his turn to moan. This woman was doing something to his senses, making him forget himself for a while. She tasted like Margarita and something else, something sweetly devilish and oddly dark, and as he kissed her back hungrily, all the while conscious of the loud catcalls surrounding them. Being all drunk and his werewolf senses made it all the wilder. She was sure some of those screams were coming from his new blue-collar pals, but he was too occupied to wallow in their surprise.

As his tongue slicked over this sweet oddly amazing human, it was like there was something very addictive to her spirit, almost like he felt the call of a mate bond but strangely stronger than those they call pull. It was more extensive, more alive, more surprising, and above all, it was like everything had been different, and right here and there Alpha Rhye this woman would be his and only his, even his wolf had been possessive.

Rhye gently nudged one leg between her soft delicate thighs. Letting her feel how hard he was. “Oh, bloody hell… that was intense, Mr. Officer sir… oh, goodness,” she mumbled as a flush crept on her now scarlet cheeks. She broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming with pure undeniable passion and something else more than lust and desires. “Sweetheart, fancy a private moment? Let’s get out of here and finish this somewhere?” Lily added.

Rhye smirked, “No. I want you now.” His voice sounds intense and full of demands, as he adds a little alpha tone to his voice, his wolf screaming to take this woman and make her his.

Lily blinked, “What? I mean… now?” Lily thought she must be very drunk to even allow this nonsense. She knew it was so very wrong but she was like a moth that could not stay away from the fire even if it burned her.

"Yes, I have my own suite here, up on the VIP floor. Come.” He rested one hand on her slim waist, moving his palm in a teasing caress.

She teased him too, while her hot gaze roamed the length of his body. Then she slanted her head and asked, “What would your woman say about this?"

Rhye gives her a dirty smile. “Oh, well, she’d say…hurry, Rhye, I need to come.”

Lily moaned again.

“That’s what I thought,” he mocked, but his girl didn't look fazed.

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MariaRed
.........️.........️
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Lea POnsaran
Pure estacy.
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Gardenia Walker
same here...
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