Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

LAKE:

When I heard about the VVIP wanting her, I was filled with rage at the thought of another male laying hands on her. River was the one most enraged by the news, another reason I had to end our mate bond once and for all. Then, I would not care who wanted her in his bed just as it was with the rest of my strip dancers.

I couldn’t wait for the nightmare to end. All I had to do was have sex with her, then reject her as my mate and watch her wrench in pain. Her salty tears were sure to give me the satisfaction I so desperately needed.

I knew I had to reject her from the second I pulled that man’s body off her that night.

But when my finger slipped into her tight, wet entrance, I was so close to deciding she had never been touched there before. It was either that, or she was naturally tight. I did not fancy virgins. I despised the extra work involved, even as a workaholic. I pushed the thoughts aside, Bentley had assured me that she was no longer a virgin.

As I pumped my finger in and out of her, the bulging in my pants increased. I pushed in faster and felt her begin to push against me harder. But, her strength was nothing compared to mine.

Her body shook violently barely seconds after, and the warm feeling of her juices enveloped my fingers. A golden circle formed around River’s eyes. The sounds that escaped her small mouth as she came were enough to drive any male over the edge. The scent of her arousal lingered in the room like an erotic perfume, my erection grew more painful to ignore. It was then I moved us to the bed, laying her on top of it. I watched her sit up and crawl backward. Her sea green eyes were moistened now with what seemed like tears, her cheeks a dark shade of flustered red, matching her red hair which engulfed her face like flames, similar to a lion’s mane. She pulled the strands off her face frantically and moved further away from me.

“Stop.” She pleaded, whimpering in fear.

I would have, but I needed to reject her. I could not do it whilst still being attracted to her body. I needed to get the attraction out of the way so I could toss her aside like the others, I had wasted too much time already.

I climbed onto the bed, towards her. I was quite surprised when she stayed still, her chest heaving heavily in a bid to control her ragged breathing. My hands went to the flimsy piece of clothing covering her fun-sized breasts. I tore it off her body with impatience, watching her breasts bounce in rhythm. Her nipples pointed towards my eyes like hardened pebbles, pleading, beckoning for my touch. She was a sexy little temptress.

My eyes darted to the scar on her left breast, and a deep scowl formed on my face as another shot through my veins. My hands grew livid with rage. River continued to howl and gnarl within me. At that moment, I sought to punish everyone who had ever inflicted these pains on her. Starting from her aunt and her sorry excuse for sons.

The sound of my zipper going down scared her. She turned to look at me, wide-eyed.

“Please don’t, I’ve never done this before.” Her lips quivered violently. She was sweating, even in the air-conditioned room. My hands freed her panties immediately. This had to be some sort of joke.

“What?”

She sat up and pulled her legs together, closing them so tight you would think I was going to take advantage of her.

“I’m a virgin…” The words fell on my ears like a sharp blow to my ear drums. I found myself springing up from the bed and planting my legs on the floor. Of course, she lied to Bentley!

She hid her breasts from my view. She was like a baby hiding a surprise prepared by her own father. I did not know why, until I sighted her bra in shreds meters away from her. I picked up my shirt then and flung it towards her, watching her wrap her delicate fingers hesitantly around the cold fabric and then pull it over her multi-colored skin. My clothes on her body made my wolf growl in pure excitement.

“Leave, now.” I gnarled at her, watching her small body move around my room in an attempt to gather her things.

We both wanted to jump her, the need was rapidly consuming both our heads but my self-control won. She was out of my bed in seconds. Her legs tiptoed in the direction of her shoes and then to the door as if she was afraid to break the tiles.

I let out a disgruntled sigh.

I had failed to reject her again, this time. Next time, definitely.

JOJO:

Hurrying through the hallway, I kept my face down in shame to ward off attention. But, the whispers were loud enough to make me know that everyone who passed had something to say about me.

I was certain they saw me as a whore, a common stereotype for strippers. It only made me want to scream at the top of my voice, to let them know that I was not what they thought I was!

I was not what HE thought I was.

Nobody would believe me. Who would believe a girl who just stepped out of a man’s room in his shirt, with her hair looking like a lost bird’s nest? And her shoes safely tucked in her hands as if she had just tiptoed out of a married man’s room to hide from his wife? That’s right! No one! Not even me.

I entered the elevator filled with people, and my anxiety heightened. At this point, my bottom lip had to be bleeding for how much I bit down on it. As the elevator closed, I turned to lean against a corner when I saw Zita Lowe standing directly opposite me.

Her eyes shot intense daggers at me. I would have been in a pool of my own blood if eyes could kill. I could tell she had sensed I had been with the Alpha. Brandy was beside her and she lent me a small wave with an equally small smile. I fought to shoot my hand up and waved back. I couldn’t arouse any more curiosity.

The elevator stopped at my floor and I stepped out, the familiar scent of chocolate pancakes from a neighbor’s room greeted my nostrils, and the loud music busting from Ashley’s room was no longer music to my ears. I failed to hear the sound of someone’s footsteps following me closely behind. Not until I heard her voice, sharp and sinister as I remembered.

“Why are you wearing the Alpha’s shirt?”

I turned swiftly to see Zita Lowe behind me. Her eyes scrutinized my appearance. How did she know it was his? This girl was obsessed!

“It’s not his.”

I had to lie before I turned to walk away, but she wouldn’t have it. She grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I tried to peel her palm off my arm but she was stronger. My flesh burns underneath her hold and I knew that the area would be a deep shade of red.

“Listen up, you cannot fool me, okay? I saw him in this shirt last night! I can recognize his cologne even in my sleep. So cut the lies! I’ll need you to go in there, take off the shirt and give it to me right away.”

I had to give it to her, her audacity stunned me.

I equally decided to surprise myself by shaking my head slowly, a sign for no.

“I can’t.” I made sure I spat out the words, and stressed all the necessary syllables so she could hear me… and clearly too.

A gleam of surprise lit up in her eyes. It disappeared almost immediately.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“What did you say?” Her face twisted into the most terrifying frown.

“I can’t give it to you.” I blurted out again. I was tired, so tired of having her walk all over me with her silly stiletto heels.

A thin and mischievous smile crept up to her face…

“It’s okay.” She paused, still smiling.

Anyone around could hear my heart beating faster.

“I’ll just take it myself.” She finished and lunged at me.