Page 3 of Bonded

“Now where would the fun be in that? Besides, I went to all this effort now, so would be a shame to waste it.” Her hand strokes his face and returns his kiss. “And I’m gonna have fun. I’m gonna tease you and make you so hard. You’re gonna want me so bad.”

“Oh baby, you don’t need to tease me to make me hard. I’m already there—believe me.”

“Good. Now hold that thought.” A long sigh escapes her lips and she frowns; “because I think we could be in for a long wait. Have you seen the size of that line outside? This place must be pretty popular?”

“Yeah, it is. But don’t worry about the line. Trust me, we won’t have to wait. C’mon rock star, we gotta go.” He grabs her around the waist and they cross the street to join the rest of the guys.

Darius, followed by Digby, leads the team to the front—skipping the line. The burly security guy at the door high fives Darius, then Digby, and then unclipping the black velvet rope lets them pass. Digby grabs Kat around the waist and holding her close, the rest of the guys—in usual formation, follow behind. Heads high and an overconfident swagger to their stride, they enter the club.

There’s a sudden rush of pushing and jostling in the line as an array of people call out, “Hey get us in guys.” Then, over the din, they hear their names. “Digby… Darius man, come on, get me in!” They ignore them until they hear more feminine screams of, “Who’s that bitch?” and “Hey get the in fucking line you whore!”

Digby sneers it wasn’t the reaction he was expecting and holding Kat tight, he reassures her. “It’s fine, c’mon let’s get you inside.”

She shows little concern and smiles. Watching the guys she can see how much they’re loving the attention. “There’s a lot of people. It must be popular?”

“Yeah, it is. It’s okay though, you can relax and really be yourself. Well, kinda.” He smiles and kisses her.

“What do you mean ‘really be myself’?What, you mean they know what we are?”

“Yeah, some do. Some guess and some are groupies, military, and… other things. Trust me, it’s fine. It’s safe. Oh, but just watch out for the fuckin’ shifters. They’re everywhere and their little ratty eyes see everythin’. They piss me off, they’re nearly as bad as a clan of hyenas.”

“Really? So, what, this is like someplace where everyone meets up?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Though it’s a lot more exclusive than some of the other dives around here. The um, management, they keep us safe. And trust me, no one talks about what goes on here—no one dares.”

Kat takes a deep breath as they step inside the club. Walking through a dimly lit hallway they’re lead towards a loud pulsing sound on the other side. Exiting the hall, she’s hit by a wall of sound and the noise from the DJs bass pounds hard against her chest. The music’s so loud that the thud hurts her ears.

Stepping onto the steel walkway, suspended high above the packed dance floor, she can see just what a huge cavern-like place it is. “Oh, wow!” She gasps and looks across the vast sea of people jumping around. “I had no idea it would be like this. It’s amazing.”

She looks up in awe and a smile fills her face as she watches the bright laser lights flashing in a plethora of colored patterns on the ceiling. From the small entrance outside, the only tell there was any club here at all, was the line of people waiting to get in, and Kat got the impression it was going to be way too small to accommodate everyone. But now she’s inside, she can see the vast hidden world it really is.

Her face lights up with a huge smile as she grabs Digby around the waist and he leans in for a kiss—his tongue fills her mouth and he smells so good that it overwhelms her senses. The sudden surge in hormone levels makes her grab at the back of his head, and she forcefully kisses him back.

“Hm… I see you like it already?” he smiles.

“Yeah, maybe? But just remember if you want what’s under this outfit then you’d better not get me drunk on Zak’s tequila?” She grins seductively. “I’d hate to pass out on you before we get home.”

“Hey, trust me, I’m not gonna let you pass out. I’ll drink the damn stuff myself if I have to.”

“Good boy, that’s what I hoped you were gonna say. I need you to help me out because I don’t want to fail my initiation. But that much tequila… well, it could leave a girl incapable later, right?” She teases, brushing her lips against his.

“Hey, don’t worry about the damn tequila, all you need to keep thinkin’ about is later.”

Chapter 2

Stepping across the walkway, Kat lets go of Digby’s hand and leans over the rail. High above the dancefloor and takes a moment to soak in the club’s atmosphere.

As she catches up with the guys, she falls in at the back of the line and she can’t help but smile, watching the way they swagger across the club. Their path cleared of clubbers by a team of black-suited security, put in place by the club’s management. It makes for a theatrical style entrance—well, it’s not as if the guys need protection for real. It does, however, look impressive; six huge sexy guys, all muscle and swaggering arrogance strutting their way across the club. Kat laughs at how ridiculous it is, the guys being so much bigger than their accompanying ‘bodyguards’, but it certainly does its job of making heads turn.

The dance floor is awash with smiling faces. Girls and boys pleading to be danced with—or fucked by the guys and their loud cheering whistles can be heard over the booming bass. The ‘protection team’ jostle with the sudden surge of wanting fans who rush forward to touch them—and hopefully be seen. Kat can hear pleading cries of ‘Zak’ and “Oh my God Ryan!” from star-struck ladies calling their names, most hoping by the end of the night they might get chosen to enter the VIP area.

The guys pretend to be disinterested and ignore it all as they grin arrogantly, chewing gum, trying not to make eye contact with the willing wannabee bed-mates.

Still watching, Kat shakes her head in quiet amusement. It’s obvious how much they love all the attention—their puffed-out chests and faces etched with cocksure smiles. But even Kat can’t help but think how sexy they look and with a wide happy grin, she looks around—smugly content. They’re ‘her boys’ and ‘her team’ and lifting her chin, she confidently struts behind them.

As they reach the other side of the dance floor, there’s a long neon-lit bar, three-deep in clubbers buying over-priced drinks. Kat stops to watch the juggling barman and as she does, a random guy from the crowd makes an inappropriate grab for her, followed up by a gaggle of girls calling her a bitch. “Get d’fuck out of here.” and “Who the hell do you think you are?”

She takes a breath, somewhat shocked its unexpected, and Oz grabs her arm and pulls her close. It wasn’t something they’d considered when they arrived; that the desperate stans, seeing the boys as ‘their’ property, wouldn’t take well to Kat’s presence with the team. The boys from WOLF team are one of the club’s hottest attractions. Most of the women come here with the desperate hope of seeing or fucking them. They’re a huge hook that gets needy women to come and by the law-of-nature, needy men follow—desperate in their attempts to mop up all those unsatisfied wet panties.

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