Chapter 13

Kai’s POV 

As the rhythm of the music sways, so does his body. I smile, clap, cheer, even trying to move my body alongside him. 

Till an hour passes, I can't tell. My soul, brain and body has been swallowed up by his charms. 

When the MC calls off the music and the DJ stops, Mr. Seductive jumps off the pool. In my opinion, he isn't new. His skills are passed the level of a novice or he's just one that picks up things easily. 

I catch my breath, settling on my seat. 

“And now, we move to the next item…… The auction of this lovely, hot, seductive stripper here.” 

The MC wipes his hand over his chest in a gentle caress while the stripper in person has his hand over his cock all of a sudden, the MC smiles and pulls his hand off. 

I shoot him a deadly glare regardless of the fact that he doesn't even see me. 

“Will you pull your hand away from there?” I mutter right inside of me, trying to summon my wolf to reach him. My jaw drops as his hand falls off and his cock is bare to my sight. 

I gulp in lumps upon lumps of saliva and when the MC finally declares the start of the auction, I chest up, wolf creating his own personal riot. 

“Who's up for him?” He raises the auction bulb, shining red now. 

“We start at our usual rate. Three thousand dollars.” 

I frown. “So cheap!” I scoff. I'm first to raise my hand. But it's not only me. Almost all unpaired guys here, even some of the daring pairs. 

“Three thousand, two hundred.” A man calls from the back. 

“Three thousand, five hundred dollars.” Another from the side calls. 

“Three thousand, eight hundred…..” 

No! No!! 

“Five thousand dollars.” I shout. All faces turn, to see the person who had just skipped prices but I ignore. I'm getting him by all means. 

For a minute, no one says a word and my heart starts to bubble with excitement that I'm winning. 

“Anyone else. Anyone who's bidding higher?” 

No one! 

“I….. ImI'm bidding, six thousand.” A hefty looking man, tall, huge with the deepest voice I've ever heard announces. 

Fuck, these people are trying me. 

“Eight thousand dollars.” I raise my hand again. 

The atmosphere turns to more shocking murmurs. “Who's he?” 

“He's ready to spend a fortune for just a night with a stripper?” 

“Reckless!” 

I just have to block my ears away from them. I don't fucking care. 

“Eight thousand dollars, anyone?” The MC holds the bulb turning around, searching. No hands come to sight as I turn too to check. 

Butterflies swim across my stomach. I'm waiting for him to be handed over to me when the same man who closely challenged me before raises his hand up again and I sink to my seat. 

A series of chuckles rings in the air, those who can't bid this much and envious I was going to. 

“Ten thousand dollars, last for him.” He says with an aura of finality. 

I smirk.. “Is that all you've got?” I rise again and silence falls on the hall, even the background music is slowed for me. 

“Thirteen thousand dollars…..” 

Mr. Stripper stumbles back in shock, head cock and seeming to mumble something underneath his breath. 

That's when my smile spreads wider. Even the MC goes speechless, for a minute, he's swallowed up in excited chuckles and squirms. 

“Oh goddess!” He shakes his head. “Anyone bidding higher?” 

“Give it to him!” The close bidder grumbles, dropping his ass on his seat. 

A minute passes, two and three, yet no one speaks. The music rises high up in the air. Cheers, applause, all of a sudden, people are turning to my side. But all I'm focused on is the naked body of the handsome man standing right in front of me. 

I'm already beginning to imagine his lips on my cock, his cock inside of me. 

I shiver. 

The MC calls me to the stage. I look back and front, confused. “To come take him?” I utter, deepening my familiar voice so no one knows who it is. 

“Are you a newbie here?” He taunts. 

I smile, nodding. “I can see. I can see. You have to make a public display of ownership.” 

“Top or bottom?” The question follows. 

“Bottom.” I answer. 

He chuckles. “That makes it even more thrilling. You gotta have to touch your Top.” 

My head spins with unending fantasy. I climb fast to him. “How do I do that?” Mr. Stripper turns towards me, dropping to his knees. Someone gives the MC something and he hands it over to me. 

A black, spiky collar. 

“Wooh. Wear it on him, he's yours…..” 

Hesitantly, I put it on, waiting for the next line of direction. MC flips his face up. “Touch him!” I hear from his gesture. I close my eyes, taking in a deep and slow breath. 

I slip into another realm, one where no one matters, just me and him. My hands brushes over his sculptured body, taking in the sweet, pleasant bliss of everything, going low and lower down his tummy region to his groin. 

Blood rushes up down there and my ass begins to clench. I restrain myself, not wanting to go loose but my wolf in riot can't be withstood. 

“Grab him!” My hand rushes down in a quick flash, taking hold of his bulky length. 

“Ahhh.” The grunt escapes. He and I. 

Shame and passion overwhelms me. I sink my face to his shoulder. 

“I want you now! I want you inside of me……”

“Your VIP room has been booked for that, lovebirds.” The MC strikes in, cutting the wave of fantasy, I lift my face up only to find everyone gawking at us, deep and motionless. 

My shoulders fall and I stumble. “Get up!” I summon my Alpha wolf. Without him, I can't get past this crowd of onlookers. 

He rises up after me, I grab the collar. It isn't me any longer but my wolf at work. The MC makes a signal and a waiter approaches us. 

“Follow me, sir.” He says to me. I drag Mr. Stripper along, breathing heavily and we have to pass through the crowd of onlookers to the backstage where the rows of onlookers almost push their eyeballs off for my prize. Hands stretches up, flapping. 

Already I suspect what they are up to. Touching my man. My chest tightens. With such a fortune spent on him, the right to touch him is reserved to me and me alone. 

I slip to the back, pressing my body hard against him and my hands over his cock, veiling it from the eyes of the onlookers. 

We arrive at our room. R33C. From the rows of room by the sides, groans can be heard. Low though. The rooms must have partial soundproof systems to block away sounds. Or maybe because I'm Alpha, I still get to hear. 

I walk Mr. Stripper in. The waiter takes a bow, stepping back as we step in. 

“Thanks a lot.” I utter. 

“Enjoy your ride… throughout the night, Sir.” He salutes and off the door closes.