Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Anders

She was my mate.

Shit.

“What are you saying? While I think you’re hot, any slight symptom of mental instability is sure to send me running far away.” She was drunk, but her words were biting.

I glanced at her forehead once more, trying to force my way into her mind and see if I could read her. I met a blank wall just like my first and second trials. I couldn’t read or hear the thoughts of the beautiful woman in front of me. I needed no further conviction that she was my mate. If anything, the mate force which moved through us back at the bathroom confirmed it. But that was impossible. The curse couldn’t, wouldn’t let me find a mate. What was happening?

I wanted to grab her and take her back to the kingdom with me right at that moment. But I knew that it wouldn’t end well if I yielded to my inner impulse.

I knew she was an interesting woman the moment I saw her back then. I never look at a woman with so much interest. Never have. Never did. But this woman was doing things to me that she wasn’t aware of. The music in this room was calmer and the walls were soundproof. While bringing her in, even though she was pounding at my back with a ferociousness that was a sharp contrast to her face, I took the time to control the minds of the guards outside to ensure that we’d be the only ones in the room.

She studied the room, as if seeing it for the first time.

“VIP room one? Shit.” She stared at me with a horrified expression. “You’re the patron Sebastian wanted me to–” her words trailed off.

“Pardon me?” I frowned.

Her waist felt so good underneath my hand. She was trying to get away from me at the moment.

“Who are you?” She murmured.

“You haven’t told me your name,” I replied instead, in an effort to change the topic, while trying hard to move my focus away from her curvy beautiful body. Her tanned skin blended well with the sleeveless red mini dress she was putting on. And when my eyes slid down her long legs and down to her heels, I felt a certain part of me stirring.

Damned mate bond.

“It doesn’t matter,” she muttered, suddenly looking uncomfortable.

“Do you want to leave?” I asked, knowing fully well that I might not let her do so. I spent years searching for a mate, just to let her leave like that.

As if a thought occurred to her, her face suddenly brightened up a bit.

“How much did you offer to pay?” She asked. “The manager, how much did you offer to pay him? If you pay double, I’m yours for the night.” She bit her lips seductively.

“Oh. I see. Your boss sent you here?” I asked, my expression dulling a bit. So, she was a prostitute? How many men had she done this with?

“He did. So…?” Her face flushed, and I could see that she was fully drunk. I wanted her to be sober. I didn’t want to take advantage of her. She moved even closer, and rubbed her body against mine.

“Stop moving. You’re drunk.” I held her shoulders firmly, and removed my hand from her waist.

“Adds to the vibes, doesn’t it?” She bent lower, exposing her cleavage. Fuck. I groaned inwardly. This sexy woman had no idea that she was teasing a caged beast. I knew that I should move away from her, try to get her to sleep, and then probably take a cold shower while hoping for the night to pass by quickly. And then tomorrow, I’d introduce myself to her, and try to make her fall for me.

“Behave,” I ordered.

Her hand brushed against my hard-on just then, and I shuddered. “You have no idea how dangerous this is, do you?” I questioned, my voice sounding husky.

“I don’t care,” she ran her tongue along her lower lip, and my eyes followed the movement.

“You’ll regret this, if you don’t stop moving against me.” I warned, my eyes glowing bright.

“Then make me.” She sounded too drunk to care.

“Fuck it.” I finally said, feeling the sudden urge to rip off the heads of all the men she had slept with in the past.

She flashed me a bright smile. “Good. My name is Lillian.” She murmured.

“Anders.” I replied.

“Anders,” she rolled the name over her tongue, and my body stirred again. “Just Anders, or is that short for Anderson?” She questioned with a tipsy smile.

“Just Anders.” I said in response to her question.

“I’ve always fantasized about having a one-night stand. Good thing you look so hot. Let’s get down to it.” She let her hands roam over my chest and I sucked in a breath.

“Slow down, Lillian. You don’t even know me.” I held both of her hands in a strong grip, as my heartbeat quickened once more.

“Yes. But I do know you’re good looking. We should hurry. My friend will be here with my bike soon enough to pick me up from the bar.” She tried to free her hands but I held on still.

“Bike? Interesting.” I whispered.

“What is?” She questioned, raising a brow.

“I haven’t seen a female biker before, and before you, was convinced I’d never find one.” I explained.

She harrumphed. “Typical male mentality.”

“No, no, that’s not it,” I began saying again, but she cut me off.

“Are you a biker?” She questioned, looking me over. Feeling her stare linger on my lower body, I suddenly felt self conscious.

“I am.” I replied.

“Interesting.” She giggled.

A smile teased my lips. “What is?”

“I haven’t seen a male biker without tattoos before. Almost everyone at my academy has one.” She replied with a shrug.

“Academy? As in training school for professional bikers- academy?” I asked to be doubly sure.

She nodded.

Interesting.

“I have tattoos, Lillian. You can’t see them because I’m covered by my outfit.” I pointed towards my jacket.

Her eyes lit up. “May I see them?” She requested, already proceeding to pull off my jacket.

“Careful how you touch me, Lillian.” The warning was out before I could stop it.

My words didn’t stop her however. “Why? Are you afraid you’d detonate?” She teased, finally succeeding in taking off my jacket.

“Wow,” she whispered, running her tongue against her lower lip subconsciously. She then went on to run her fingers against my tattooed arms. I sucked in a breath yet again, just at the same time her body jolted. I knew very well that the mating force was kicking in, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted her to touch me, I wanted to touch her.

Pin her against the couch in the room, and fuck her.

Scratch that. I was certain that with the way my body was currently pulsating beneath just her touch, I wouldn’t be able to control myself to make gentle love to her.

“You have to stop now, Lillian.” I exhaled sharply just as she ran her hands again over my chest.

“Or what? You’d tie me up?” She smirked. “Don’t worry. I’m not fragile.”

I pulled her against my body swiftly, and slammed my lips against hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth while I was at it. She moaned into my mouth, and circled her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my body. I groaned at the contact, as the mating force intensified.

I knew what’d happen if I had sex with my mate, especially in such a public place such as this. Yet I ignored that rational part of me, and lifted her by the waist so she could round mine with her legs. I groaned in pleasure at the contact.

Damned mating force and intensifying pleasure between mates by double percentage.

That meant that whatever I felt while having sex with another woman, would be a hundred times higher and intensified while having sex with my own mate.

Mate. I loved the sound of it.

Against my body, Lillian was now actively grinding, while kissing me like her life depended on it. I responded in kind, taking us towards the couch and lowering her on it.

“Hurry,” she whispered against my ear, as I lowered myself on her.