Alpha's Feral Kitten
he says.
“Hey, yourself.” I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you.”
He hugs me, then lifts me off my feet and swings. “Anything for our queen.”
The girls around him gasp. I take that as my cue to disappear.
Back at the Rock House, we change for Dom's party. I go with simple all-black, wearing a black pencil skirt and body suit with cutouts on my shoulders and at my waist, with knee-high block heeled black boots. I put on a layered black metal necklace, black hoop earrings, stacked black leather bracelets, and black rings on every finger and thumb. I redo my makeup with a smokey brown eye, giant lashes, and dark lips the color of dried blood. I look and feel like a queen.
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