Chapter Fourteen

Atlas

It’s been just a little over a week since Jana attacked us and things are finally back to normal. After a lot of arguing, Cathy convinced me and my father not to banish Jana from the pack. All of this has irked my father to no end, which only makes me love Cathy more. He won’t say a thing about it, too afraid to rock the boat while the alliance between our packs is still so new.

She fought tooth and nail for Jana’s second chance, and I admire the hell out of her tenacity. She also enrolled her in a rehabilitation program on the other end of the country. My mate has the biggest heart of any person I’ve ever met. She is even paying for everything out of her own pocket. I asked her why she was doing this, and she simply replied that she would probably end up the same if she lost me. It gave me clarity to the anger I was holding onto. If I ever lost Cathy, I would go on a bloody rampage until someone finally put me down.

Both of us can empathize with the hurt Jana is feeling.

My mate has returned to Dark Side of the Moon for one final shift. The dance studio is finally complete, and we’ve even had some parents inquire about lessons for their children. Cathy is giddy at the prospect of getting to teach little ones, and her excitement is infectious. Her manager has also inquired if she will be up to giving some of the girls lessons and I think it’s a great idea.

I’m excited for a different reason, though. Tonight, I get to fulfill my mate’s fantasy.

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I stride into Dark Side of the Moon, a true cocky Alpha. Sitting right against the stage, I wait while a woman dressed in a red cheerleader outfit serves me a stiff drink. I know what times my mate will be appearing on stage, and I only have to wait a few more minutes.

I sip on my drink, watching the people around me as they interact with each other and the women who work here. It has always given me a small sense of peace to know that the muscular bouncers ensure the women are safe and respected.

I haven’t been back here since the night before my mating ceremony, and knowing that someone has been looking out for Cathy in my absence calms my wolf.

The lights dim over the stage and the music fades away.

“For your pleasure,” the voice announces through the overhead speakers. “For the last time, here is the Ballerina.”

I clap loudly along with the other patrons as my woman strides onto the stage in a shimmery little salmon-colored dress. Her high heels carry her across the wooden floor until she is at the edge. Her hips sway seductively, her hands caressing her beautiful body.

A man whistles from the back and I would have glared at him, had my mate not made eye contact with me. She smiles seductively at me before twisting away to continue her routine and I know this dance will be for me and no one else.

I watch her dance around the pole, swaying her hips along with the beat that blasts overhead, seducing not just me but everyone else in this club. She is a siren that calls out to be worshipped. With every turn, she slowly maneuvers her way out of the little shimmery number until she is lying on the floor in nothing more than a racy pink thong and some pasties to cover her nipples.

The crowd roars in appreciation when her dance is over, but she only looks at me. My cock is a lead pipe in my jeans, and I want to mount her right there on the stage. It will satisfy my need for her and proclaim that she belongs to me for everyone in this place.

And then there is darkness. I hear her footsteps as she makes her way off the stage. I can also smell her arousal. I know she is wearing her suppression patch to keep all the other males in check, but I would know her scent anywhere, even in a room full of omegas.

I sit there, patiently sipping at my now watered-down drink.

“Hey there,” she purrs once she makes her way through the busy club. “What brings you in tonight?”

“Boredom. I thought this might be fun,” I reply with a grin and a wink. “Do you offer private dances?”

She is dressed in the same plaid skirt and white shirt as she was the first night I saw her. I know we are both playing a game, recreating the night we met but making sure we get the ending we both craved from our first meeting.

She tilts her head to the side, studying me. “My mate will lose his mind.” She leans closer to whisper in my ear, pressing her breasts against my chest. “But I think for you I’d be willing to make an exception.”

“Well then,” I murmur. “Lead the way, beautiful.”

She takes my hand in hers, leading me through the people and the tables to the same room we used the last time. Inside, everything looks the same, untouched, even though I know the space is used frequently. Not that it matters, we aren’t the same anymore.

“Should I lock this?” Cathy asks after closing the door.

“No,” I shake my head, and she raises a questioning brow. “I promise to be on my best behavior.”

“Said the Devil.”

She tinkers with the sound system for a moment before the same song she danced to last time filters through the room.

“I never liked this song,” I say, sitting on the couch with my legs spread. “But it has become one of my favorites recently.”

“It’s a good song,” she murmurs, seductively swaying her hips as she saunters closer.

Standing between my legs, she runs her hands up her torso to fondle her breasts.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” I murmur, my gaze glued to her chest.

“I couldn’t find it.” She undoes the top three buttons of the bright white shirt she is wearing. “Does that bother you?”

“Only if it’s going to affect my dance.”

Leaning forward she presses her palms to my upper thighs giving me a perfect view of her swaying breasts. She rubs my thighs through my jeans and a little growl escapes me.

Cathy straddles me and the little schoolgirl skirt she is wearing rides up so high I can see the imprint of her pussy against the fabric of her panties.

“As long as you don’t tell anyone.” She bats her eyelashes coyly.

My hands go to her ass, and I pull her against my straining erection. This game has been fun but I’m about to lose my mind. She grabs my hands and pushes them away.

“No touching, handsome. House rules.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She smiles smugly, grinding her pussy against my cock.

“Fuck,” I moan, head resting on the back of the couch.

“Watch me,” she whispers seductively.

The moment my attention is back on her, she undoes the rest of the buttons, baring herself for my viewing pleasure. She caresses her breasts, rubbing and tugging on her nipples. Watching me the entire time.

She slowly inches the fabric of her skirt higher. She pushes the fabric of her panties aside, running her fingers through her wetness. She rubs her slick across my lips when she removes her hand and I hit my limit. A man can only take so much.

Grabbing her hips, I lower her to the coffee table in the center of the room before flipping her skirt up and ripping her underwear down her legs.

“What are you doing?” she asks in a shocked voice. “I’m going to get in trouble.”

“I don’t care,” I mumble freeing my cock, before spearing it into her wetness.

Before a sound can fall from her lips I cover her mouth with my hand.

“Be quiet now,” I say against her breast. “The door isn’t locked and we’ll both get in trouble.”

Her eyes are wide as she looks back toward the unlocked door. She nods her head in acceptance, and I remove my hand. I thrust my throbbing cock into her over and over, fucking her relentlessly. Her breasts bounce in front of my face, and I can’t help but leave little bite marks all over her.

Soft sighs fall from her lips, her walls clenching around my length, trying to hold me inside her heat.

“You feel so good,” I murmur.

“Please,” she begs.

“You beg so beautifully,” I say rubbing her clit, watching her thrash on the table. “What do you need, my pretty little toy?”

“Fuck me, knot me, breed me. Please. I need more, harder.” She has all but given up the facade of our game.

I pick up my pace, fucking into her like a damn lunatic. The table scrapes loudly across the wooden floor as I fuck us both into oblivion.

A knock sounds at the door and we both freeze. I’ll rip anyone to shreds who sees my mate like this. Yes, we play the game, and she likes it a little public and a little dangerous. But I don’t share. Ever.

Another knock and my mate laughs.

“Yes,” she calls out.

“I need the room in ten,” a female voice replies.

“Almost done,” Cathy replies.

“Fine,” the other woman huffs and walks away.

Cathy grins at me. “Better fuck me fast, handsome. Seems our time here is up.”

I spear her over and over grinning down at her. “We’ll never be done, mate.”

The End