“Fuck,” I mumbled. It was going to be a long day.
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Dorain
Three days had gone by and I had avoided going to the strip joint. I hadn’t trusted myself to stay under control if I saw her again. The night she was arrested had been one of the hardest days of my life.
The ocelot in me wanted to shift out into the world and rip the sheriff to shreds for touching our mate.
“Fuck,” I groaned for the hundredth time. Every time I thought about the albino with the beautiful purple eyes the word mate kept popping up. Mate. The last thing I needed to find, especially, when I was hired to kill her.
The Imperial March began to play from my phone. I growled and answered it.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah?” Lucas gritted. “Is that how the fuck you answer my calls?”
I didn’t answer him. I wasn’t in the fucking mood to deal with Lucas. The man was a pain in my ass. With each word he spoke to me, the more I despised him. We had never gotten along and it was taking everything within me to not tell him to go fuck off.
“Where the hell are you?” he shouted. Apparently, he noticed the loud music that was in the background. I locked eyes on the Asian stripper on stage. She turned her eyes on me at the same exact moment.
“I’m at a club to gather some intel,” I half-ass lied.
“What do you know so far?”
“So far–” I stopped talking when I smelled her.
My nostrils flared and I took in a deeper breath of her sensual aroma. She smelled even more intoxicating than the last time. I looked around the club. It didn’t take me long to spot her by the bar. She wore a black leather mid-drift top, leather pants and a wicked grin that would make Satan’s knees weak.
She was talking to some burly guy, who had his hand on her arm. He smiled at her and she laughed.
“Mother fucker,” I growled.
“What the fuck did you just call me?” Lucas barked. Fuck. I forgot I was even on the phone with the dickhead. When Koroleva was around, she was all I thought about.
“Not you,” I groaned. “I have to go. I’ll call you with an update in the morning.” Lucas didn’t get a chance to reply to me because I hung up on him. My eyes were locked on Koroleva and the man whose arm was about to be ripped out of its socket.
“You’re so funny,” she purred at the guy. My claws dug into the table. My heart rate was through the roof. My vision flickered between normal and ocelot vision. Each time my eyesight switched to my ocelot sight, I could see Koroleva and the man even clearer.
He traced his fingers down the length of her bare arm.
Before I knew what happened, I was across the room and had the guy by his throat up against a wall. There were screams and shouts around us but I gave zero fucks. All I saw was red. And all I wanted was to kill this guy.
“Hey. What the fuck?” The guy gasped. I kept my grip on his neck and leaned into his ear.
“Don’t fucking touch her again. If you do, it will be the last thing you ever fucking do,” I seethed softly into his ear. “And, they’ll never find your body… Ever. Got it?”
“Yeah. Yeah. I got it,” the man stammered. I released my hold and he dropped to the ground on his knees. He gasped for air. A few people ran over to his side to check on him.
“Always a hands-on kind of guy?” Koroleva mused, walking from behind me and coming to stop in front of me. She looked up at me and grinned. “He’s just a customer.”
“Don’t care,” I growled then headed towards the exit.
“Stop him!” she yelled behind me. The bear shifter bouncer stood in front of the doorway.
“Cute,” I muttered and turned to face Koroleva, who had already caught up with me.
“Let’s go talk in my office,” she gestured at a door behind the bar. I shook my head and she frowned. “Why not?”
“I don’t think your boyfriend would like that.”
I groaned internally because I was acting like a jealous lover. Hell. I had no right to be jealous of her talking to anyone. She wasn’t anything to me except a target for me to take out. It was supposed to be an in and out job; yet, my shifter side was making things complicated. Very complicated.
“He isn’t my boyfriend,” she hissed at me. “So, fuck off.”
“With pleasure!” I growled and turned back towards the door.
Someone grabbed me from behind, spun me one-eighty, and slammed me against a nearby wall. My mouth damn near hit the floor when I realized it was Koroleva– little Miss Spitfire herself.
My dick hardened instantly at her show of strength and need for control.
“Fuck,” I moaned under my breath as my cock pressed against the inside of my jeans.
“Look… Chance,” she emphasized on Chance. Apparently, my fake name wasn’t good enough. “I don’t do well with not getting my way.”
“I see this,” I chuckled.
“One quick fuck, then you can go about your merry way. How does that sound?”
“Holy fuck,” I closed my eyes and groaned. Her body pressed against mine. I opened my eyes and looked down at her.
“I can take care of this for you,” she said as she grabbed my cock. It jerked in response. “And, you could take care of the wetness between my thighs for me… Fair enough?”
Fucking her would go against every rule I had ever been taught. It would go against the Council. And only complicate things further.
“I’m going to have to declin–” I began but shut the hell up when she began jerking my cock through my pants.
“You’re huge,” she whispered.
I inhaled sharply and looked up at the ceiling. It was my piss poor attempt to ground myself back in reality. The woman was
