~ ENRIQUE ~
The smell of perfume and alcohol fills my nose as I sit on the couch in the booth in the VIP lounge of the club. A place I come often enough for a little distraction from my own mind, duties, and demons.
I swirl the drink in my glass as I watch the three women in nothing but thongs and jewelled nipple coverings dance around the poles, grinding their bodies against one another sensually.
For a moment they manage to capture my attention as two of them rub their boobs together, their hands running over one another’s thick ass. They’re curvy, with meat on them just like I like them, but it’s not enough tonight.
Even when they glance at me before they begin to kiss each other, it doesn’t manage to distract me entirely. They’re satisfying enough to look at, but it’s doing nothing for me.
One of them is my usual, and the other two I selected on my way in, but tonight I’m unable to keep my mind off work.
Two women sit beside me, stroking my chest and thighs, promising a good night if I allow them.
“Loosen up, we’ll deal with it.” My Beta and friend Jose says as he downs his glass of alcohol, his eyes fixed on the woman who is giving him a lap dance. Carlos, my Delta, is also here, but although he’s not mated, he refuses to have a woman serve him.
Cabrón… Why bother coming?
I’m poured another glass as I continue to watch the women in front of me emotionlessly. My face is as cold and expressionless as ever.
“We can pleasure you tonight, Alpha.” One of the women who sits beside me whispers sensually, running her hand up my thigh. They know not to push their limits unless I myself give them permission…
I ignore her, and she doesn’t dare to repeat herself. Everyone knows who I am, and respect is paramount.
“Do you have a plan?” Carlos asks quietly.
I clench my jaw, as I glance out towards the glass window that looks out to the main club, trying to control the anger I’m feeling.
“What do you think? We find him and kill the hijo de puta. It’s fucking simple.” My voice is menacing and low. “This is my land and anyone who so much as tries to claim it, even an inch of it, will face pain and death.”
There’s power and rage in my voice that makes every woman in the room falter. Fear envelops them as strongly as their perfumes.
I’m not called heartless for nothing.
I tilt my head, watching a woman through the glass as she walks through the club below. Her light-coloured curls bounce with every step she takes, and I’m about to look away when she steps up onto the bar area and I get a view of her body.
A body that sends a wave of pleasure directly to my cock.
Now that’s a woman I want beneath me…
She has the perfect body, breasts that you can play with in many ways, and her ass is the type you want to fuck from behind and watch it jiggle as you yank on her lush hair.
My eyes glimmer with a hunger that even my wolf approves of. I am a beast and not many women can handle me, but I don’t care.
Women are made for our pleasure…
“Where are you busy at?” Jose questions, but I don’t answer, and he soon finds what has drawn my attention.
“Fuck, hot damn, now that’s what you-”
“Cabrón, esa es mía.” I say quietly, yet possessively. ‘That one is mine’
I’ve staked my claim here, but there are others out there who are watching her, making my eyes flash in irritation.
‘Luis, that woman at the bar. I want her.’ I mind link the club owner.
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