Page 7 of Dark Wolf Soul
It would be so easy to rip her panties off and sheath myself inside her. I bet she’s wet already. The scent of her arousal is a drug threatening to suck me into its spell.
Finally, the song ends, which is both a relief and a disappointment. She goes still, sitting on my lap and staring at me with an open invitation in her gorgeous green eyes.
She wants me to keep going.
If she were anyone else, I’d do it too.
But she’s not anyone else, and very soon, she’s going to hate me. In this moment, I’m the only one of us who knows it, just like I know she’ll hate herself along with me if I don’t stop now. So, instead of peeling this excuse of a dress off her thighs and burying myself inside her right here, I reach around and grab the cash I promised her. The cash I knew would be too tempting to resist.
I’m an asshole, but I’ve made my peace with it.
Mostly.
“You’re beautiful, Lexi,” I tell her before offering her the money. “Absolutely stunning.”
She looks like she might just close the deal herself, so I remind her what this is. What it has to be. “Thank you for the dance.”
Her expression shutters, and she scrambles off me, turning away but not before I see her cheeks flush in embarrassment. She’s ashamed of herself for thinking this was more than a business exchange. And I’m ashamed of myself for letting her think it isn’t.
Dammit.
“Thank you,” she mumbles, snatching the money from my hand and then practically running out of the room.
When she’s gone, I let my head fall back on the couch and close my eyes, breathing through the ache in my balls. My erection pulses against my pants, and my wolf snarls at me for letting her go.
It’s his involvement that made me do it, though, so he can suck it.
Lexi Giovanni is, for all intents and purposes, my greatest enemy, but apparently, no one told that to the beast that lives inside me—or my hard-as-steel cock. And both of them have no problem letting me know I’m outnumbered.
Straightening, I reach for the drink and gulp it down. The alcohol burns just enough to clear my head and calm my twitching dick.
When I’m pretty sure I can walk without a limp, I shove to my feet and let myself out through the back door so I can get my shit together before the next phase begins. Unfortunately for Lexi, I’m nowhere near done with her yet, and I have a feeling she’s not going to find this next part nearly as thrilling as she did the first. I tell myself I won’t like it either, but my wolf’s anticipation is unmistakable.
Get your shit together, man.
She’s just a mark.
One last debt to pay. All I have to do is deliver her straight to hell and trade her freedom for my own.
3
LEXI
By the time I collect myself and re-emerge from the staff bathroom, the stranger is gone. His disappearance leaves me feeling strangely abandoned. It’s stupid. I mean, what did I want? For him to fall under the spell of my gyrating hips and profess his undying obsession with my body? Ugh. Sure, a girl has needs, but never seeing him again is safer. Because if he ever comes back, looking for an encore, I’m not sure I’ll have it in me to refuse him the full service.
Three hours later, I’m sticky and smelly and trying like hell not to overthink the boundary I’ve crossed with myself tonight. Evan follows the last customer to the door then manhandles him through it since the guy doesn’t want to leave without “his queen by his side.”
As the other girls gather over drinks at the bar, Violet high-fives me, which I know is her attempt at lightening my mood, but all it does is make the other girls ask what happened. The moment they hear I gave a private dance, their glances become knowing.
“It’s only a matter of time now,” Cleopatra says with a smirk. “Once you start making that kind of cash, it’s impossible to go back.”
I don’t answer her, but I catch Angel watching me, and the hard look she wears makes me shudder. Before she can say anything, I duck my head and go back to wiping tables with renewed enthusiasm.
One by one, the dancers disappear into the back room to change and then head out for the night. Violet offers to hang, but I turn her down again. My exhaustion is even more pronounced after my crazy-ass evening.
Violet promises drinks tomorrow instead and then leaves. Reva, the bartender, follows suit. Shady is hunkered down in his office, counting the night’s cash, leaving only Evan and me to finish up out front.
A few minutes later, Evan waves at me as he heads out.
