The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

3. Club Jewels

~ 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. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

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.

‘Ah, Alpha… Lo siento, but she is not one of mine…’ he replies apologetically, sounding scared.

My eyes flash with irritation as I stand up. I’ll get her myself. No woman will refuse me…

I leave the room, walking past my men, the sound of the music louder out here.

The smell of sex, sweat and alcohol hits me strongly, but I drown it out as I make my way to the bar. The crowd parts, knowing exactly who I am, allowing me to pass with ease.

That’s the woman I’m taking home tonight.

I take the seat on her right as the bartender approaches.

“What may I get you?” he asks, lowering his head in respect.

I glance at the woman. She’s not from my Pack, nor is she local… the enticing scent of cherry blossoms flits into my nose and I frown deeply.

“I’ll take a mojito. What will the sexy lady have?” I reply quietly.

She tenses, looking up from where she was fiddling with her phone, and I find myself looking into a pair of beautiful dark eyes rimmed with thick lashes. A slender nose and plump lips that will look excellent wrapped around my cock.

Not only does she have a body I want to fuck, but she has a face to match.

“No thank you, I don’t want anything…” she trails off. Her voice is like a soothing melody, but it’s the accent that triggers every fibre in my being, making anger surge through me; it reminds me of a place that I despise to the very core.

She’s fucking British.

Her heart is racing violently as she stares up at me and I feel my own hatred and anger rise within me like a tidal wave as memories of that vile place return to me.

I look ahead at the glass the bartender has just placed down and grab it, downing it in one as I try to calm the odium that is threatening to consume me.

A part of me wants to simply grab her and fuck the thought right out of my mind as I do her, yet another part of me is getting angrier by the second.

Flashes of memories that I have buried flicker before my eyes, and I clench my jaw. Her sandy blonde hair is a painful reminder of someone I never wanted to remember, and I turn away as agonising pain splits through my wrist. A phantom of the past… A pain long gone… A memory I wish I could forget…

“Do you-”

“This place really does get filled with trash,” I say harshly as I stand up, glaring down at her. For a split second, my gaze flits to her breasts.

Her breath hitches, and I glance back at her. Her large, gorgeous eyes are filled with hurt from my words, but I couldn't care less.

“Pathetic,” I mutter while walking towards the entrance. ‘Let’s get out of here.’ I command through the link to my men. I’ve had enough of this place for one night.

‘An early leave?’ Jose questions. ‘Did the beautiful bombshell decline?’

‘I don’t want her,’

‘So, is she open game?’ Jose pushes, making annoyance ripple through me.

‘No, cabrón, stop fucking around and let’s go,’ I snarl. Irritation flashes through me at the thought of her accepting him. ‘I’m in the mood for blood. Let’s pick some hijos de putas to take out tonight.’

I’m almost at the door when Ruby, one of the strippers who work here, approaches me, batting her thick fake lashes at me.

“Alpha, you look tense…” she whispers, raking one of her jewelled red nails down my chest. “Need me to service you?”

I don’t respond, reaching over and squeezing her ass, which is clad in a tiny red thong, for a couple of seconds. “Not tonight,” I respond, delivering a sharp tap before letting go of her and walking out of the doors and into the night, ready to unleash all my pent-up hell on some losers.