Chapter 7: Flirting

Hikaru

     It has been an entire week since I arrived. Asim is still playing it cool, though I can see his wolf trying to come forward and claim me. I wish he would just come out and admit that I am his mate. I heard that wolf shifters are possessive, protective and aggressive, but he seems to be none of those, or maybe I am wrong and he hides it well. 

    I continue flirting with him and tempting him, but nothing. He seems determined to keep things professional. Meanwhile, I have had dreams. Asim is always there, but I have snippets of an American Female.

    She has fair skin and black hair with eyes that sparkle like sapphires when she is happy or churn like the raging sea when she is angry. Once I started dreaming of her, I started feeling the underlying current of her emotions. I don’t even feel Asim’s even though he is my mate, and I have been spending all of my time near him. 

    She is often sad. Sometimes she feels hopeless and depressed, others anxious or angry. Disappointment seems almost as common as her sadness, but she has moments of joy and happiness and flashes of hope. I feel her lust late at night and wonder who is turning her on like that and feel a flash of jealousy. 

     In my dreams, I just see flashes of her. Usually she’s in the shower with water running down her angelic face and trailing over her ample bosom, then dripping off of her hardened, rosy nipples. I long to lick the droplets off and nibble her perfect buds. She is so beautiful and soft in all the right ways. I hope Asim feels the same way because I need both of my mates and I love her already, even though I have yet to meet her.

    I long for her, but Asim is stubborn and serious about keeping me safe. We only ever venture out when I convince him to let me frolic in the public garden or on the Boston Common. He always stays vigilant while I feed pigeons, and climb trees or admire the changing leaves and the adorable couples. He is forever in guard mode, but I want to tempt him into mate mode and find our other mate together. 

   I know I seem childish to him and the other wolves, but my staff from home are used to me being playful. It has always been my nature. I make music and dance and love to have fun and I have far too much energy to spend my life holed up in a penthouse day and night.

  I received news of a new nightclub opening up on Lansdowne Street. I don’t know where that is, but Asim says it is not far. It is owned by a dragon shifter who is not Yakuza, and I get a good feeling about getting myself a job as a DJ there. Asim doesn’t like the idea, but he has agreed to accompany me to an interview as long as he may continue being my personal guard. 

    Protective wolf! 

    I guess the protective part of being a wolf is true. I just wish he’d get to the more sexy part of being my mate. Hiding my erections in overly baggy clothes and constantly craving his touch is grating on me. I might need to seduce him or make him jealous to get him to cave to the bond.

     “How do I look, hot stuff?” I ask as I flaunt my cropped top and purple satin bomber jacket which are over the super baggy cargo pants that sit low on my hips.

     “Put on some more clothes, you can see your entire stomach and nearly down to your…” he trails off as his eyes rest on my crotch.

     His voice is barely disguising the growl and his eyes don’t leave the top of the deep “v” that is on display just above the buckle to my belt. The tiny thong I wear isn’t visible, but he has seen what I wear underneath. I purposely walk around in nothing but the thong and a robe sometimes and let the robe expose me to him on one occasion. He got growly and told me to get dressed before he stormed out to the balcony that night. 

    “I think it looks cute, besides, this club is supposed to be sexy!” 

     I tease as I swish my hip and turn, showing my ass cleavage to him as I bend to pick up my platform boots.

    “You are killing me, Hikaru,” he grumbles under his breath.

    I want to shout “Then claim me! Let the world know we are mates and we can fuck each other until we fall asleep, satiated!” But I stay quiet. Arguing will mean I am late for the interview. 

    I let him convince me to zip the jacket up, at least until we are in the owner’s office. Asim refuses to leave me alone with the owner, who doesn’t look thrilled to have him there until he says what pack he is from.

    The owner is hot, in more ways than one. His body throws off heat. He must have a mate who, like mine, isn't giving in to his sexual needs because his dragon seems too near the surface. I can’t imagine not giving in to his every desire or need. The man has me nearly as hard as Asim does and I don’t know why. Maybe it is just because Asim has me constantly craving sex. 

    I offer to play him a set, but my reputation precedes me and after taking in my full appearance and asking a few questions, he offers me a techno night once a week in the main club and an EDM set on fetish nights, of which there are two a week in the “Supernaturals Only” part of the club, which is underneath the main club. Down there are two large rooms, with several smaller playrooms and plenty of space for fetish performers on stages and platforms. He told me that there would be a fetish event monthly in the main part of the club and invited me to DJ one he is hosting in Salem this weekend.

   I feel Asim bristle beside me but he doesn’t protest.

   “Asim will stay near me at all times since he is my guard,” I say.

   “He’s more than that, little fox and I know it. I’d claim your mate before someone else does, wolf,” Aiden says with a flash of his golden dragon eyes.

    Interesting.

    “Is that a threat? I can report threats to Alpha Ryder and he’ll pull his support for your club. The council will close it down before it even opens,” Asim growls.

    “No, it's a warning! Hikaru is not only a sexy little fox but is prized among many fetishists as a rare Asian fox shifter. Them being non-binary makes them even more prized by some of my clientele. If you don’t claim them, they will have a line of willing and ready suitors,” the dragon explains calmly while his eyes undress me and his smile grows into a wicked promise.

     Fascinating. He has a mate, yet finds me appealing.

     I smile back at my new boss, “I am sure that you have plenty of your own who will warm your bed or be your chosen mate.”

     Asim catches my flirty tone and I feel his hand shoot out and grab me before I can run my fingers through Aiden’s long hair.

    “Are you volunteering if your wolf doesn’t come through, little fox?”

    “We will have to wait and see. For now, I will prepare my set for this weekend and see you in a few days,” I say with an innocent smile and a wink.

     Asim holds it together, but barely. We leave the club and climb into the back of the waiting SUV. The tinted windows hide us from the outside world, but not the driver, so Asim sits, stiffly and alert.

    As soon as the elevator door closes and we start our ascent to the penthouse, he pins me to the wall. His hard erection rubs against my ribs as he kisses me hard and grabs my face.

  “I ought to throw you over my knee and spank you for that! What you did there is playing with fire!” He growls as his large hand cups my ass.