Chapter Three

“I’m not going to let it get that far. I’ve got a handle on everything. Emma needs guidance and care. Iam not going to rush her just because my wolf demands more.” If i rushed Emma all the work we had put in together on our relationship would be over. As much as I woukd love to spread her legs open and fuck her from sunrise to sunset, i knew I for craved more.

“We trust you,” Aiden said.

The look Blake and Steve sent directly to me, told me entirely another story. They trusted me, but with Emma they were starting to doubt my leadership.

It was time to put Emma in the picture of what she was doing to me.

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Emma's POV.

Twirling the straw in my glass of orange juice, I watched the liquid swirl around, I had been sitting at the bar for the last hour, the sounds of feminine and masculine moans filled the air. Kinks was not like many Sex clubs, the bar did not sell liquor but cups of tea, coffee, or in her case, sodas and fruit juice, i loved drinking soda as much as I love drinking juice, I frown when the bartender told me my favourite pineapple juice was finished.

I knew the ladies here would do anything to grab all the glasses the moment they were about to meet their mate, or in preparation for whatever they would be doing tonight.

The orange juice was not a bad choice, even though I would have preferred the pineapple juice more, I took a long sip with my straw, the coldness and taste was so refreshing, reminding me a lot of my youth when life was easy, simple.

Life had stopped being simple at my transition when my life had changed forever, I held a secret that i couldn’t tell anyone, not even my own father, I was wolf, through and through, and only i need to be controlled, set myself apart from others within my pack. Spinning around in my seat, i looked at the people before me.

Some of the people were human mates while many of them were wolves, my pack was in the territory three towns over, and i came to Kinks as none of them did. None of my pack ever believed in BDSM, or have any interest in sex clubs, I heard what they said when this club opened.

Running fingers through my hair, i watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned, her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left my cunt creaming, her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red.

I knew as I had been told before, finding a man to become my Master or Dom had put me in some bad situations, the men within my pack didn’t believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her.

I wished i could say as much for one woman in the pack, I closed my eyes as memories flooded me at what I had done to myself. I had gone out amongst the humans to find what I craved. My fear and need had disguised the natural scent of the people around me.

The first man i allowed myself to be free with had tied me up for two days and whipped my body leaving blood trailing down to the floor.

He had been a sadist of the worst kind, While he had been in his high of thinking he was hurting me,, he let slip that he had killed a woman because i could not handle his kind of punishment, torture, and intense sexual way of pleasure. It was more of pains than orgasms, he was powerful, brutal, and impatient.

My wolf had not liked that and had come out of her haze to kill him, i had turned my hands into claws and torn him apart, for a long time I had stared at the mess I created of the man, then took care of the evidence.