Chapter 6

Seducing the Alpha

Azalea~

The entire VIP section had gone deathly silent.

Roman was still crouched over the man like a beast that had finally snapped its leash. His knuckles were split open and bleeding, his chest heaving with heavy, ragged breaths. 

The man beneath him wasn’t moving anymore, just a broken, bloody heap on the dark floor. My heart pounded against my temples, I could hear it in my ears. 

I couldn’t look away from the violence, from the raw power radiating off the Alpha like heat from a furnace.

Then the doors open with so much power.

A swarm of Roman’s men rushed in — at least a dozen large, rugged looking wolves dressed in black with almost black expression. They moved in unison, grabbing his arms and shoulders from behind.

“Alpha!” one of them barked. “Please, pardon him. He’s finished.”

It took four of them to finally haul Roman off the man. He fought them at first, a low groan rumbling in his chest, muscles straining against their hold. But eventually they managed to pull him back. Two others quickly dragged the unconscious man away, leaving a long, dark smear of blood across the  floor. 

The rest of the club guests stayed frozen in their seats, smart enough not to make a single sound.

Roman stood slowly, shaking off the hands still gripping him. His eyes were dark, wild, and burning with fury, like they would consume the entire building. 

He locked them in my direction.

Stalking toward me like a predator closing in on wounded prey, I didn’t back away. Even though my legs were shaking and my dress still hiked high from earlier, I lifted my chin and held my ground.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he snarled when he stopped right in front of me, towering over my smaller frame. His voice was laced with barely contained rage. “You came into my club dressed like a desperate whore begging to get fucked by the first man who looks at you? No panties. Tits falling out. What the hell were you thinking?”

Heat rushed to my face, a mixture of embarrassment and defiance burning through me. He was indeed a bastard.

“What’s it to you, Roman?” I breathed out, struggling to keep my cool. “I’m a grown woman. I can dress however I damn well please. I can spread my legs for whoever I want. You don’t own me. You never did.”

His eyes darkened further. He stepped closer, until my breasts brushed against his hard chest with every angry breath I took. 

The scent of him; blood, whiskey, and raw masculine power, wrapped around me, making my head spin.

“You came here to return my card?” he bellowed, voice dripping with disbelief. “Dressed like this? Parading that body around my club like you’re available to any wolf with a cock? After what happened two nights ago?”

I swallowed hard, but refused to look away. “Maybe I wanted you to see it. Maybe I wanted you to hurt the way I’m hurting.” I grind my teeth. “You walked away from me earlier like I was nothing. Like I was just another worthless slut you could discard.”

We were shouting now, but somehow moving even closer. My nipples brushed against him with every sharp breath. His hand came up and gripped my waist hard, fingers digging into my flesh through the thin dress. The heat of his palm steamed my skin.

“You think this is a game?” he hissed, his face inches from mine. “You think you can seduce me by dressing like a cheap whore and throwing yourself at me? You have no fucking idea what you’re playing with, Azalea.”

“Then show me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperate need. “Stop running away and show me.”

Something in him snapped.

His hand shoved under the hem of my short dress without warning. Thick, ragged fingers slid straight between my bare thighs and found me soaked, dripping down my legs from hours of frustration and unwanted arousal. A moan tore from my throat as two long fingers pushed deep inside me in one thrust.

“Fuck,” he growled against my ear. “You’re absolutely drenched. This greedy little cunt has been aching for me all night, hasn’t it?”

I gasped sharply, my head falling back as his fingers curled inside me, stroking that sensitive spot with devastating speed. Pleasure shot through my body like lightning. My legs shook uncontrollably. 

Without thinking, I spread my thighs wider, giving him more access as I shamelessly rocked my hips against his hand.

He fucked me with his fingers right there in the middle of the VIP section. His palm ground against my swollen clit with every thrust, sending sparks through my nerves. I was soaking his entire hand, the nasty sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of my pussy filling the quiet space around us.

“Oh god… Roman…” I moaned, wrapping my hands around his neck, my nails digging into his shirt. My entire body vibrated with raw pleasure. Every stroke made my walls clench around his thick fingers, desperate and greedy. He added a third finger, stretching me wider, and pressed his thumb firmly against my clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles that made my vision blur.

I was losing control completely. My hips moved on their own, riding his hand like a bitch in heat. Heat built fast in my core, coiling tighter with every thrust, every rub of his thumb on my throbbing clit. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. My nipples ached painfully against the dress. I could feel my slick running down his wrist.

“You hate me,” he purred against my neck, biting down hard enough to make me cry out, “but this pussy doesn’t lie. It’s squeezing my fingers like it wants my knot again. Like it remembers how I ruined you.”

I couldn’t answer. Only moans and whimpers escaped me as the pressure inside me became unbearable. My legs spread even wider, knees shaking as I chased the pleasure he was forcing on me. He curled his fingers deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over while his thumb worked my clit faster.

The orgasm crashed into me without mercy.

I cried out loudly, my whole body convulsing against him. My pussy spasmed hard around his fingers, pouring slick down his hand in hot waves. Pleasure ripped through me in powerful, shuddering pulses that left me gasping and trembling. 

My vision whited out. My knees completely gave out, and only his strong arm wrapped around my waist kept me upright as he continued fingering me through every intense aftershock, drawing out the pleasure until I was whimpering, oversensitive, and completely wrecked.

When the last tremors finally faded, I was panting against his chest, my forehead pressed to his shirt, legs still shaking.

He slowly withdrew his fingers from my dripping pussy. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Then, while I watched through hazy, dazed eyes, he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, tasting every drop of my release with dark, intense eyes locked on mine.

Without saying another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there on unsteady legs, dress still bunched around my hips, thighs slick with my own arousal, body still vibrating from the force of what he had just done to me.

I stared after him, chest heaving, mind spinning in chaos.

What the hell was I doing?

And why did I already want more?