He didn’t look away, and neither did I as I reminded him of what he could have had, but lost. I fucked him hard without touching him, rocking my hips, trailing the tips of my fingers over his name to be sure he was receiving the message I was sending him.
The heat in his eyes made sweat run down my neck, and my body responded to it. I danced slower, erotically, as I imagined I was with him, moving as I needed to against his hard muscles. My eyes invited, beckoning him to me with the siren’s song that sang within my soul. My hands pushed against my breasts, heat banked in my core, and I closed my eyes against the intense stare that consumed my mind.
Everything and everyone else faded from the room, and I parted my lips, imagining him, touching me slowly, and learning me intimately. Opening my gaze, I found him smirking at me as if he knew exactly what I’d been picturing. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, stopping the tremble of it as need rushed through me violently causing my core to clench achingly.
I danced for several songs, using my body as a weapon against him, pushing myself to remain there, even though my legs burned, and sweat dripped down my spine. When the next song ended, I moved to the bar, leaning over it to grab my glass, bringing it to my nose, frowning as I caught a whiff of something in it other than scotch.
Knox was a few seats over now; Lore was in the opposite direction, talking to a nymph. I held the glass in my hands, watching my sisters who continued to dance, now with men who had decided it was time to pick one for the night. No one approached me, and I had a feeling it was because of what Dimitri had said: Knox’s scent still lingered on my flesh, even though it should have expired by now.
I brought the glass to my lips, turning and pouring it out beside me before I set it back on the counter. Lore noticed and frowned, staring at me before he walked over, lifting the glass to his nose, before placing it back down.
“Someone wants you badly enough to dose you with narcotics, but after watching you dance and knowing damn well you didn’t leave one single dick limp in the place. I don’t blame them for resulting to petty tricks,” he uttered, dismissing me to move back to the nymph who gyrated and touched her breasts, unable to stop herself as sensual music filled the room.
I turned, silently taking in the bartender before staring at the cup that still held the narcotic’s toxic scent. Knox’s date was still grinding against him, yet his eyes didn’t move from the dancefloor. The tick in his jaw beat slowly, yet it was visibly ticking away as his eyes remained on the spot I’d been dancing in. I wondered which sister he was watching since, apparently, it hadn’t been me, after all. Either that, or he had been so stunned by my moves, he’d yet to be released from the trance. I wanted to go with the second option, but with my luck, it was the first.
Dismissing the dancers, I sat on the barstool until a growl erupted behind me. The hair on my neck rose, and I shivered at the sound. Slowly, I turned to find Fallon standing behind me; his teeth were bared while a loud growl reverberated from his chest in a challenge. Claws had extended from his hands, and the entire room had gone silent at the growling alpha and what it meant.
“I’m sorry, Aria, but I am the alpha, and you belong with me now.”
“Don’t do this, Fallon,” I whispered as sweat trailed down my neck.
“You are mine!” Growling rose from his chest as he lunged at me without warning.
I dodged the attack, moving just barely in time to escape his claws as I fell from the barstool and got back up to my feet while he prowled around me. My eyes slid to Knox, who smiled coldly, watching me without offering help.
Thanks, asshole.
The problem was, if I won this fight, Fallon would have to accept challenges from the other alphas in his pack. Losing a fight to a woman wasn’t something they would look kindly on, and they would see it as a weakness.
“You can stop this still,” I begged, knowing he wouldn’t. He growled, lunging again, and I punched him hard. His head flew back as I moved around him, getting to the dance floor where I had more room to move. I was awkward in heels, but I also had no plans of going down to this bastard.
“You will give me strong sons, Aria. Every alpha here wants you, and you will be mine first before you are theirs.”
“I was your son’s friend, Fallon. Don’t make me fight you.”
“He’s dead, and he is the reason why I am claiming you. I need strong heirs to hold my throne when I ascend. You will give them to me.” He lunged again, and I backed up, skirting around him easily.
“I am a Hecate witch, I will only bare females,” I reminded, but he hissed, showing his fangs in a move alpha wolves used to scare their females into submitting without a fight. A sane bitch would cave at the elongated teeth that could shred through flesh as easily as paper.
He attacked, and I once again moved out of the way, hating that I wore heels, making it even more challenging to move as I dodged his attacks. Fallon’s hand, sliced out, cutting through my arm, and I hissed as it burned, blood dripping down my shoulder until it slid off my fingers, hitting the floor. He smiled coldly, sensing he was winning.
I slowed my heartbeat, watching him through narrowed slits as he began to walk me in a wide circle, trying to get me to come closer so he could take another shot at me. He opened his arms, inviting me to make a move. I wasn’t falling for it, but I could smell the other alphas closing in, waiting to see which of us prevailed.
It was a dance of dominance. If Fallon won, I’d be thrown onto the floor and raped by him, and after he’d finished mounting me, any alpha he found worthy could take me afterward, maybe even all the alphas. If I won, he’d be challenged for alpha and slaughtered by the ones who hadn’t earned his throne outright; by his command, it was law.
He moved forward to grab me, and I lifted my foot, hiking it up into his nuts as hard as I could. When his face dropped, I threw an uppercut before dropping my body to a crouch, sweeping my leg out to dislodge his feet from beneath him. Fallon dropped to his stomach, and I launched myself onto him, landing on his back before I ripped the shirt away from his shoulder and sank my teeth into it as deep as I could, scraping against the bone. He bucked, refusing to submit even though he had to be in excruciating pain.
His howl filled the room, turning from angry to plaintive cries. My claws sank into his sides, demanding he submit to my bite as blood dripped from the wound around my mouth. I bit into his shoulder harder, pushing my razor-sharp claws deeper, snarling around the meat I had in my mouth. I rattled loudly, sensing the room as my power filled it while I held him down.
Fallon whined, whimpering as his hips started to pump against the floor violently. He succumbed to my demand to yield and submit. I smiled around the mouthful of flesh I had, relishing his submission as something within me preened and rattled loudly.
My eyes lifted from the floor, staring at the other alphas, who gazed at me in lust and something else. Intrigue? Intrigue that a female who wasn’t an alpha wolf, because I’d taken theirs down, sealing his demise with the bite of one stronger than him. I rattled in warning against the other alphas testing me.
Watching them, Knox stood from his chair, pushing his date away as one of the alphas stepped toward me, pushing his hand into his pants, whining as he observed me. Fallon continued moving his hips against the floor, whining until the scent of semen filled the air, and I recoiled from what I had done, releasing his shoulder. I pushed away from him, staring at the mutilated shoulder that exposed the bone from where I’d ripped it apart.