by Jenika Snow
She was his fucking mate. She was the one female out of the whole world that was destined to be his. It had to be his fucking luck at finding a human bitch to be his.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned her up against the wall, and invaded her personal space. Surprisingly, instead of fighting him, she arched into his touch, trying to get closer to him. Her body knew that he was her mate, even if her mind couldn’t comprehend it. She wanted him, desired him, but she was fighting with herself because this was invasive, new, sudden.
Her arousal was so damn strong that it took all his effort just to think.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded.
“I’m going to have a little taste.” He inhaled the scent coming from her neck.
Her pupils dilated, her lips parted, and her pulse pounded. She was aroused, but she was also afraid. Good, she should be afraid of him.
Keeping her arms locked above her head, Vic smiled as she stopped trying to fight. The woman didn’t have a clue what was happening to her body, but he did. Her body and her mind knew its master. He was the one destined to control her, to take what he liked, and to give them both pleasure and pain. The last thing Vic thought he’d find when he followed the young woman home was his mate.
Flicking his tongue across her pulse, he heard her moan. Her body shook, and she took several deep breaths, clearly fighting whatever pull he had over her.
But this was mate with mate, and the undeniable need to be with the other, to be claimed and owned, to dominate, to submit, raged war in both of them.
“You know what Corruption is all about, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “You should let me go. You need to let me go.” She closed her eyes. “God, what is happening to me, why am I feeling this?” she said to herself.
“Why would I let you go when your pussy is soaking wet at the idea of being with me? You may not like this, pet, but you want me. Your body know who I am, and there is no fighting it.” Keeping her hands locked above her head with one of his, Vic used his other to stroke down her arm, before resting his hand around her neck. She kept taking deep breaths as he held her. “I could kill you right now,” he murmured to himself. “Snap your thin, pretty neck with a flick of my wrist.”
“They have sniffer dogs for men like you.”
“You know I’m a wolf?”
“And a biker. Only wolves and MC members hang around at Corruption, that is unless the women are being beaten.”
“Oh, pet, you’d be surprised how many of your kind love to hurt women. They love to cause so much pain, and there are so many men and women more than happy to let them hurt them. We make them hurt, and they come while we do.” He drew his fingers down her chest to her nipple. The beaded tip pointed at him, begging him to touch. Running his palm in a small circle over the tip, her clothing obstructing his touch, Vic smiled. She gasped, trying to hide it. Instead, she was biting that lip of hers, trying not to pant for him to take more than what she was offering.
When he was satisfied that she was in the zone, he pinched her nipple, hard. He twisted a little, and the woman in his arms splintered apart, crying out. The scent of her cream filled the air, and Vic smiled. “That’s just a taste of what I can do to your pretty little body.”
“What do you want?”
“If you want more, want your mate to have you getting off, come to Corruption tomorrow night. I’ll show you exactly how good I can make it for you.” He released her, stepping away from her body. Vic made sure she didn’t collapse after he let her go, that her body was hers once more. He left her there, standing against the wall, her body flushed, her pulse still racing.
Walking back to Corruption, he took a seat in the back room, and watched as one of the pack punished one of their women. They all had their own way of punishing a misdemeanor within the pack, and Vic got a lot of pleasure out of seeing the punishment dished out. He stared up at the stage. The scent of sex and blood was heavy in the air.
He wondered if she’d give him a chance, or if she’d run before he could taste her, not that she’d run far. She was his mate, and she was lucky that he’d walked away from her tonight. Most mates didn’t walk away, they took what they wanted, and he wanted her.
Kitty was kicking herself. Why was she feet away from Corruption? She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t ever step foot inside a club like this, yet here she was, outside and waiting to go in. A man and a woman just entered the club, and she didn’t have a clue if they were shifters or human. But it didn’t matter, because they were going inside to engage in their own form of play while she stood out on the sidewalk.
What the hell are you doing here?
Licking her dry lips, Kitty was about to turn away when the man who followed her last night, that wolf shifter who had barged into her home, and had her body and mind at war with each other, was suddenly in front of her. He was wearing the leather cut of his MC jacket and smoking a joint. The scent made her cough, and he smiled.
“You’re so fucking innocent,” he said.
“I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Yet here you are.”
She wanted to go inside and see what all the fuss was about. But she was also afraid to find out what was behind that door.
“Are you going to come and play?”
“I’ve never been inside before,” she said. “And this whole situation is insane. You’re insane.”
“Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Kitty.”
He chuckled. “Your name is Kitty?”
“Yes, my name is Kitty. You got a problem with that?”
“It sounds like a stripper’s name.” He shrugged.
“I am a stripper.” She folded her arms over her chest, glaring at him.
“Then tell me, Kitty the stripper. What’s it going to be? Are you going to come in and play with me, are you going to come in and watch with me, or are you going to leave ‘cause you’re too scared?”
He was challenging her, and she hated it. She hated being challenged more than anything because all she wanted to do was prove the bastard wrong.
Don’t go and play.
Go and see what’s going on.
Play afterward.
Kitty didn’t have to stick around and play. There was a way out.
“You’re a wolf,” she said. “I’m not, and that seems pretty dangerous for someone like me.”
“So, we’ve got an alliance with the humans. We’re not going to hurt you. You’re going to be okay. We still like to kill rabbits though.”
“That’s not very comforting.”
“Come on, baby, come and play.”
Kitty stared at him for a few seconds, told herself she wanted to be alive, wanted to stop the curiosity. She spun on her heel and marched toward the door. She pulled some money out of her pocket about to hand it to the doorman.
“She goes for free. Kitty, here, is my guest,” he said.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” she said, walking through the door. The silence in the hallway was deafening. It was like the club was preparing everyone for what they were about to see. Was she ready to take that next step? She was scared, exhilarated, and excited.
“The name’s Vic.” He opened the door, and Kitty froze. The music was turned down to mere background noise, not that you could really hear it. Kitty heard it because she was trying to listen to anything that wasn’t the sound of pain, flesh being hit, and cries of pleasure.
She couldn’t move, and only Vic pushing her gently forward made her move.
“Have you ever seen anything like this?” he asked softly, right by her ear.
Kitty shook her head before she could stop herself. “No.” This was the stuff she’d imagined, what she’d always wanted, and yet was afraid to ask. What kind of woman asked for a man to hurt her?
A woman that wants to feel alive.
Staring straight ahead, she watched as a woman was strapped to a cross in the center of the stage. A
large man, who’d be able to snap the woman in two with the strength he showed, stood behind her, running his hands all over her naked back and ass. The woman was whimpering and Kitty tensed. If the woman didn’t want it, it wasn’t fun.
“Steady, Kitty. She wants it just like Malcolm is going to give it to her. She likes for it to come as a shock to her. Always the anticipation.”
Vic urged her forward, and Kitty went. Her body answered his call as if she’d known him for years rather than hours.
He didn’t know her body though. She didn’t know anything about him and yet she wasn’t afraid.
Vic pulled her in front of him as they made their way up to the stage. “It’s fucking beautiful, isn’t it? The way she trusts him to bind her up like that. She has put all of her strength within him, and she’s giving it to him, loving him.”
“What are they?” she asked.
“They’re mates, fated to be each others, no matter what. They know each other intimately. Malcom is the Dom, and he knows how to keep his woman in line, how to make her submit.” Vic pressed his hand to her stomach, pulling her against him. Kitty whimpered at the feel of his cock pressing against her ass. She couldn’t think, not with his hands touching her. It was insane, crazy, and so fucking addictive. “He’s got the cane. She’s been a bad little wolf, and now it’s time for her to pay the price.”
Mates.
She leaned against Vic as Malcolm drew back the cane. He looked too deadly, too sinister, and so fucking perfect. Her pussy grew wet imagining herself on the cross only it would be Vic holding the cane, punishing her, and she’d need it, too. Kitty would find any reason to make sure Vic could punish her, to make it hurt a lot.
Kitty didn’t wince when the cane hit the flesh of the woman’s buttocks. She moaned, wishing it were she in that place, feeling that mighty sting. It was heady, intoxicating, being in here, watching this all. A red welt appeared. Malcolm was indeed a master. If the cane wasn’t wielded perfectly, the damage it could do was scary shit.
Vic shoved his hands in her jeans, touching her pussy. He pinched her clit before sliding down to fuck her pussy. Oh my God. He took what he wanted no matter what, no matter that they didn’t know each other. Yet she was here too, giving herself to this stranger, to this wolf. The pull to him was undeniable, though.
She cried out, the smallest touch having her almost coming in his hands. Kitty didn’t dare close her eyes for fear of missing something important. She didn’t fight Vic, the man she’d just met. Kitty relished the choice he’d taken out of her hands. Malcolm didn’t strike the woman again. He played with the welt he’d made, loving it like the brand it was.
“Tell me, Kitty, do you want to play?”
Yes, she did. She wanted to play so much.
Kitty stood there for a few moments, not able to move as she watched the woman was punished. The cane that Malcolm held was long, painful looking in appearance. She swallowed, her throat tight, her heart racing. She was here, actually standing here next to this man, in this world. He’d followed her home, stalked her in all essence of the word. And she felt so weak, so afraid of what she wanted. How could she just accept him like this, accept this whole situation? She kept thinking of the word mate, of what he’d said, that she was his.
You want this. This connection you have with him is too intense, too crazy, yet you can’t stop it.
“If you’re brave enough, want your mate to show you want it means to be owned, controlled, and dominated, come with me, female.”
She stared at him, watched as he started moving forward. Slowly, like he prowled, he moved around her. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes flashing that eerie white that showed her his animal was right here, right at the surface.
Vic circled her, looking her up and down. The moans from the stage filled her ears, the sound of the bamboo smacking against flesh, most likely having it turn red, having it bruised filled her head with deliciously wicked images. Vic lifted his hand, ran a finger along her bare arm, and goosebumps popped over her flesh. She was hyper sensitive with this man, her body screaming to let go, to let herself be with him. But her mind said stop, not go any farther, not to submit. It felt wrong, yet it felt so right.
“Look at how responsive you are to my nearness,” he said, sounding very pleased with himself. “I can’t wait to see you up on that stage, your pretty white flesh marked up nice and red.” He moved behind her, and before she could even follow his movements, he brought his palm on her ass.
She yelped, the sting burning her flesh, making her rise on her toes instinctively, and her entire body light up with arousal. She felt hot, sweaty, and sticky in all the right places and it was because of this man. But it wasn’t just Vic, wasn’t just the fact he’d said they were mates, and she knew enough about the shifter community to know that wasn’t something to be taken lightly.
Kitty felt it was this club as well that made her senses feel so heightened, so alive. The atmosphere, the sights and smells… everything made it so real, so electrically charged. Even now, the aroma of leather, of sweat, arousal, and of the sounds of moaning and flesh being spanked, had her senses amplified.
“You can’t deny me,” he said in a deep, serrated voice.
“You don’t know me,” she said, knowing her voice was shaky.
He smirked, but it wasn’t humorous. It reminded her of a predator, one that was about to pounce on its prey.
“I know your body.” He continued to circle her, and she closed her eyes, feeling like he was actually reaching out and stroking her. “I know your smell. It’s engrained in my brain, in my body,” he growled out that last part.
She shivered, not able to control herself.
“I know you’re my mate, and I know, even as a human, that you know exactly what being my mate means.”
She didn’t know everything paranormal related, hadn’t tried to learn anything about it. She’d moved away from a community that didn’t have a very diverse shifter presence, and even if she had been around that, she wouldn’t have focused on that. But she did know the basics, did know a mate was something shifters had, another person that was bound to them in some invisible way.
Kitty certainly felt that pull, felt the connection to this strange man. It was so intense that she was actually standing here, allowing this man to talk to her this way, even though she knew it was wrong. She should have called the authorities on his ass for coming into her home, touching her like he had, and speaking to her the way he had.
But she hadn’t, and instead decided she’d do this and feel alive, quench her curiosity. She wasn’t this prim little girl, wasn’t this shy and naive woman that didn’t know what would happen if she just went and allowed a strange man to touch her. She was a stripper, and Kitty did that so she felt something, felt alive without having to deal with the pain of being alone.
“Just submit, give in to me. You want to. I can smell it,” he said and smoothed his finger over her arm. Another shiver coursed through her. “I can smell you need this, want this.”
“I’m not yours, no matter what you say.” She didn’t care about mates, didn’t want to be tied down to someone because biology deemed it so.
But do you really, Kitty?
She looked at Vic again, now standing in front of her, and swallowed.
“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, female,” he said and gripped her chin in his hand, tilting her head back. His fingers on her chin were painful, but they also had this heat moving through her. That pain morphed into pleasure.
“You want a mate that’s a stripper?” she asked, challenging him even though she knew it was dangerous.
He stared at her, his eyes still that glowing white and growled low. “I want my mate, and that’s what you are. Mine.” He stepped closer, so close she smelled the wild and spicy scent of him. “You’ll always be mine, because now that I’ve found you, I have no intention of letting you go.” He tipped her head back even more, his fingers digging into her face painfully. “I wo
n’t let you go.” He stared at her mouth, a growl leaving him. “Because even if you ran, sweet little mate, I’d chase you, hunt you down, and make sure you were punished in only the best of ways.
And then his mouth was on hers, taking it like he had every right to. She struggled at first, so shocked that he was so forceful, so demanding, but then her body, having a mind of its own where this man was concerned, took over.
She moaned, arched into him, thrusting her breasts out, and all else faded away except giving herself to him.
Her mind kicked in though, demanding she be strong. Pushing him away by placing her hands on his massively muscular pecs, she stumbled back a step. Her mouth was parted, her lips bruised. She stared at his mouth, saw his elongated canines, and the way his chest rose and fell almost violently, and she knew she was helpless to deny what this man was offering her.
I want to feel something.
I want to be with him.
I don’t want to be alone anymore.
But before she could move forward, Vic was in front of her again, his hand in her hair, tilting her head back, exposing her throat. “Submit to me and you’ll never know what it means to be alone again.”
Had she spoken out loud? Had he read her mine? Did it even matter?
No.
“Let me give you everything you crave. Submit to me, mate.”
Then she felt herself nodding, felt her body arch against his once again, and knew that whatever happened tonight, with this man, this wolf shifter, would forever change her.
Kitty just didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Kitty acted exactly as Vic imagined she would. The scent of her pussy was divine, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her. She was going to taste amazing, but first she was going to do something for him.
“Follow me,” he said.
She didn’t put up a fight. The excitement within her was growing. Her heart was racing, and he wanted to give her a show of a lifetime. Something she would never forget. He took her to a back room where they wouldn’t have an audience. No one stopped him. The men and women in the pack would have smelled the mating heat that he was giving off. No one fucked with a man who was intent on claiming his mate. Kitty didn’t know it yet, but she was about to be claimed. After tonight, she would know him, gravitate toward him, and she’d be compelled to be with him.