Hybrid Little Lady

Titan

I tasted lipstick and nasty nicotine gum the second Lindsay slapped her mouth on mine.

I pushed her off me immediately, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as tremors of disgusts ran through me. “The hell, Lindsay?’

“You’ve been so tense lately, Alpha,” She pouted, pressing her fake tits against my arm. “I just wanted to help you relax.”

Anger and irritation flared hot in my chest, but I clenched my jaw to rein it in. I couldn’t blame her.

Afterall, the only reason she was bold enough to touch me right now was because three months ago, I’d been drunk and sad enough to let her suck my cock in the back room.

One weak moment led to a mistake I’d never be able to take back.

Who offered sex to a grieving man anyway?

I mean I’d just lost my step-father and I wasn’t even allowed the decency to bury him because the old bastard left strict instructions that only his daughter could handle his remains.

The same daughter he’d told the entire pack had died in a fire years ago, alongside her mother.

I still didn’t fucking get it. Why the hell had Alpha Reign lied all these years?

On top of everything, I’d been forced to take his place as Alpha. I might have been trained for it my whole life, but that didn’t make the weight any lighter.

I just wasn’t ready yet.

Tonight, I wanted a break from everything. So I came down to the Hell Hounds bar, planning to drink myself to a stupor before returning to the den.

I didn’t have time for sex right now.

Not even with the gorgeous woman who I’d been staring at since I first walked in.

If I wasn’t trying to fuck her, why the hell then would Lindsay think she had a chance?

She was nothing but a club whore who would have collected more STDs than miles on her bike if she were human.

My brothers still ribbed me for letting my dick anywhere near her.

“Leave,” I growled when she tried to touch me again.

She finally got the message and slinked off with a huff.

My eyes drifted back to the woman at the bar.

Her beer was almost empty and it seemed she was leaving soon.

The thought made my chest tight.

Just watching her from across the room had my body reacting like a damn horny teen since I came in. My blood was heating, and my wolf paced restlessly under my skin.

Oh, fuck it.

Jerking my chin at Cole, I grunted. “Get her another beer. On me.”

He delivered it, whispering some words at her. She looked surprised for a minute and then turned to me, a small smile ticking up the corner of her plump pink lips.

An image of those lips wrapped around my cock while I fisted her hair flashed through my mind and I quickly tipped my bottle at her before the little lady caught on to my depravity.

As I kept nursing my beer, I could feel her eyes on me, waiting expectantly.

I already kept her here with that drink.

You know what, maybe I just needed a distraction to get my head back on the game of leading a pack of bikers.

Pushing off the bar, I crossed the distance, imagining how her voice might sound, how she’d smell up close.

But the second I got near enough, her scent drifted right into my nostrils.

Human.

The heat in my veins turned to ice instantly and disappointment crashed over me.

I never mess with humans.

I turned to walk away, done with the whole damn night, when her fingers wrapped around my forearm—which I totally didn’t flex for her.

“Hey,” she said, her voice low and a little husky.

She sounded exactly like I’d imagined and it slid down my spine and straight to my cock.

“You bought me a drink. You get three minutes of conversation at least.”

It almost rolled off my tongue that it was a mistake. But I made the mistake of looking at her face.

Gods, she was stunning up close.

Jet black hair fell around her face and her stormy grey eyes looked like they held secrets.

Everything about her pulled at me and I hated how much I wanted to hear that voice again.

“So you got a name?” She smirked, as if reading my thoughts.

Still, I said nothing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the embarrassed flush creep up her neck.

“Playing hard to get, I see?” she muttered, then gulped down more of her beer.

I turned and walked back to my seat without another word.

I could smell the mix of shock and irritation rolling off her, but I ignored it.

I was halfway through my next drink when Cole leaned over the bar and whispered something to her.

A small smile curved her lips, and I found myself wondering what the hell he’d told her.

Suddenly, she stood up.

My eyes narrowed as I watched her walk over to the old jukebox. After messing around with it for a few seconds, she seemed to get a handle of it and then turned the music up.

The energy in the bar was immediately cranked up.

But my eyes were on her.

Turning around, human girl smirked and then she began dancing like she wanted to punish me for every second I’d ignored her.

Her hips rolled seductively, body moving in ways that dried the spit in my mouth.

When she shrugged off her jacket and flung it across the bar at me, I caught it without thinking.

I held onto the warm fabric, doing everything in my power not to bring it to my nose to drink her smell.

Her dance moves got more and more sultry until everyone was staring at her. Especially the guys in the bar. I fucking hated the looks in their eyes even though it probably matched mine.

At the same time, it was so fucking hot I could barely stay seated.

My cock was rock hard, throbbing against my zipper as I watched her undulate to the beat.

It took every ounce of control I had not to cross the room, throw her over my shoulder and drag her upstairs.

Finally, she got tired of dancing and walked to the bar.

Plucking her jacket from me, she spoke to Cole. “How much are my beers? And how much are your rooms?”

“Fifty for the beers,” Cole replied, shooting me a glare. “Rooms go for a hundo a night."

As she agreed to the bills, I activated the pack mind-link I shared with Cole and snapped at him not to overstep his boundaries. Then after a moment, I added. ‘Don’t take any money from her. I got it.’

When Cole told her the bills were covered by me, she exploded.

Spinning on me, her eyes blazed. “You ignore me all night and now you’re trying to pay for my shit. I don’t need your fucking charity. Fuck off—“

I was out of my seat before she could finish her sentence, slamming my mouth over hers.

She gasped against my lips and I took full advantage, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth.

She tasted like beer and something sweet that made my wolf snarl with hunger.

Fuck, how did I manage to stay away for so long?

The kiss turned filthy fast as she tried to fight for dominance.

But I was Titan fucking Graves and that was a fight she lost soon enough.

I devoured every crevice of her mouth, stroking my tongue over hers possessively while my hand dropped to her ass, pulling her flush against my aching cock.

She moaned into my mouth, fisting my shirt. I wanted to release my dick and sink it into her.

“Get a room, you two.” Cole said suddenly, clearing his throat. “You’re freaking out my customers.”

Smirking against her mouth, I pulled back just a little and she let out this sexy little whimper as though begging me to keep kissing her.

Fucking hell.

Breathing hard against her swollen lips, I growled. “You still think I’m doing this out of charity.”

A soft moan escaped her. “Well then why the fuck were you ignoring me?”

Such a dirty little mouth.

I wanted to kiss it again but I forced myself to remain still, fighting against every instinct screaming at me to claim her right there. “I don’t mess with humans.”

She huffed right back at me. “I don’t mess with wolves either, but here we are.”

“So you can see we are not just a fit.” Clenching my jaw, I started to really pull away.

But something flickered across her face and she turned around, lifting the back of her shirt.

A crescent with a half-formed claw mark stared back at me on her smooth skin.

Fuck. Me.

She was a hybrid. The wolfless kind since I didn’t catch on to a wolfscent.

As I stood there, a little shocked, Spitfire dropped her shirt and turned to me with a wicked smile.

Then she nodded at Cole. “Key to your best room, please.”

My pack’s bartender grinned like an idiot and handed her the key. “Room 4. Third on your left. You can’t miss it.”

As she turned to leave, hips swaying like pure sin, Cole asked about payment.

She shot me a meaningful look over her shoulder and I growled low in my throat. “I’ll settle it.”

That smile again. I watched her walk up the wooden stairs until she disappeared from sight.

When I turned back, there was a goofy smile on Cole’s face. “Well that was fast, Alpha.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I muttered, pulling out my wallet and dropping two hundred-dollar bills on the counter.

Instead of going to the room however, I headed outside to make a call.

As soon as it connected, I said simply into the phone. “I won’t be back tonight. Carry on without me.”