Jerome walked into the club feeling excited. He could finally see his mate. As they walked to the VIP section Pieter reminded him of the rules regarding touching the girls.
The club smelled like vanilla essence poured over dry ice. The ambience was dark and sultry. Jerome's eyelid twitched as he took in how scantily clad some of the girls walking by him were.
Butt cheeks of all sizes jiggled past the two men as they made their way to VIP. Thick thighs, slim thighs, thick waists, super accentuated waists it was like a cheese board for the thirsty. A hand moved in Jerome's direction and he dodged it.
"Oh come on, Handsome, I don't bite." a sultry voice teased.
Pieter looked at the woman. Her body matched her voice. She had the type of proportions that could fascinate a man who like having his hands full.
Jerome grimaced. "Sorry, I am not available."
The woman visibly reacted to his voice as a wave of lust ran through her. Her thighs clenched together. Soon after her arousal assailed the Alpha pair.
Pieter coughed, "He's got a woman. Please let us pass."
A caramel toffee coloured hand reached for Pieter's face. A cold, uncomfortable aura emanated from both men. She stepped back and tucked a strand of her wild curls behind her ear.
"So much power." She moaned in near ecstasy. The two men ignored her as they headed to their spot in VIP.
Jerome felt Gaby's presence before he saw her as he walked in. She was in the VIP section with Tony sitting on his lap and playing with his hair. There was something cute about it that annoyed the hell out of him.
Much as he tried he could not pull his attention off of her. He wanted to pull her to him. Instead, he stepped into the VIP section with Pieter and sat down.
He saw her body tense and smiled. She knew he was here. Jerome and Pieter ordered drinks.
After what felt like too long, Jerome saw AJ walk over with Gaby. AJ had a hand on the back of her waist. It was a obsessive gesture that rubbed Jerome the wrong way.
A knowing smile was on the club bosses' face as he extended his right hand. "Gentlemen, welcome. As you're new I'll introduce myself once... I'm Tony Hemingford, this is my delectable hostess Diamond. She can get you anything you want in this club.
"I trust that you will follow the code of conduct and enjoy all we have to offer including your membership benefits. I have some work to do. Diamond will take care of you from here." Tony bent down between Pieter and Jerome and whispered, "One paw out of place and I'll kill first and ask questions later."
Jerome looked Tony in the eyes. 'She's mine. The only reason I won't touch is that her safety means more to me. I've kept my hands off for five years big brother. We both know control isn't my problem.'
Tony grinned an evil grin. He clearly wanted to provoke Jerome into doing something. Pieter cleared his throat and spoke, "Totally understood Mr. H."
Tony and Jerome were still locked in a stare down. Jerome smirked. He looked at Gaby. "Diamond, come give Pieter a lap dance." His words were almost a purr.
Her eyes widened and looked at Tony. Tony rolled his eyes. "Don't be foolish. Diamond, give the big, bad Alpha a lap dance. Go wild, he can't touch you even if you want him to. Beta, I suggest you draw the curtains and keep your Alpha from being tempted. We wouldn't want him to be another weak Alpha thinking with his-," Tony's upper lip curled up in disgust. He could already smell the Alpha's body betray him. He grinned and laughed evilly as Pieter drew the curtains.
Gaby sat on Jerome's lap. His muscled tense with the effort not to wrap his arms around her. He felt her hesitancy and used it to enjoy having her on his lap.
Her cheeks balanced on his thighs. She shifted uncomfortably and he felt the cheek in question rub the one part of him he had the least control over.
A heavy baseline blared through the speakers. Pieter smiled at her and then turned his back to them. Jerome felt a soothing power from Pieter and smiled in gratitude. He quickly channeled it through his body to calm himself.
Gaby rolled her hips as she held onto his knees. All the calm Jerome had channeled ran out the club. Desire coursed through his veins.
He could feel that she was afraid and he hated that. His eyes were riveted on her. She peeked at him through her eyelashes over her shoulder. He felt his canines itch and clenched his jaw so that his lips stayed sealed.
True Nature demanded he stake his claim. He knew the battle was evident in his eyes. He wanted her to know that he wanted her.
Her hand went down her body from her breast to her hip and his breath hitched. He wanted his hands and tongue to follow that same path. He could feel her pulse racing and barely checked the impulse to taste it as her throat came within the vicinity of his mouth.
The smooth column with the vein beckoning to him had him pushing against the back of the chair. He didn't want to lose control and kiss her because if he did they would appear in his bed at home next. The scent of her was making his mouth water.
She stepped away from him and he instantly missed her body heat. He took in her outfit. Her curves were in a bodysuit that left just enough to the imagination while covering her arms in opaque black material.
The pants had sections above and below her knees that were covered by diagonally crossing pieces of string. Her heels were ridiculously high. He noted that it brought her lips so much closer to his and licked his lips.
"Lose my breath" by Destiny's Child came on and she used the table as her stage. He watched her body on the table. He wanted to be the table; the undulations of her body as it rose and fell; watching her ass rise and fall in front of his face as her legs opened and closed to the beat did something to Jerome. His nails dug into the wood of the chair as he felt his restraint fray.
She put her foot in between his legs, his hips twitched. She stood to his side before putting his head between her legs. He bit his tongue to stop himself from finding a way under the bodysuit.
Her arousal which he'd been acknowledging minimally was thrust in his face before she pushed his head back. Her curves were put before him and pulled away from him. She ended the lap dance with her hands on his knees and her butt in his face.
His body trembled and he dug his nails into the arm of the chair. He was so aroused he could barely control the images passing through his mind. For a slit second he entertained teleporting them both away and he felt himself start and pulled back mentally.
She wanted him. Somewhere in his mind it registered and he smiled but True Nature was winning. Jerome closed his eyes. 'Inhale'. His body listened. 'Okay. Now exhale.' His body cooperated. 'Again, good.'
He looked at Gaby as she watched him splinter the chair's arms trying to control himself. His pheromones were calling to her and he could tell she was resisting as she stood next to Pieter who had a sheen of sweat on his brow.
'I'm sorry Alpha. If I don't do what he says they hurt the other girls and I'm forced to tend their wounds. Please tell your mate I'm sorry.'
Jerome looked at her and smiled. His canines gleamed. "Don' worry Bebe, I'll take care of it." He watched her chest heave up and down. 'All night, if I have to, when I fully claim you,' he thought to himself.
His island accent gave her goosebumps. He smiled seeing his effect on her. Seeing his effect on her body felt so good.
Pieter turned around and smiled shakily. "Thank you for the intense welcome Diamond! 'Ro really enjoyed it. I'm sure we're going to be regulars, right boss?"
Jerome's grin turned predatory as he nodded. He then looked at the chair he'd broken and smiled sweetly at Gaby. "I seem to have forgotten my manners. Would you please see about getting me a new one?"
His smile widened as her knees wobbled as she walked off. He stood up in an effort to ease the ache. The thought of her dancing like that for anyone else wiped the smile off his face and deflated his aching. He would get her out, he had to.