Page 12 of Alpha Theo

Gotta love those alpha perks.

I throw a hand up to the bartender, spreading my fingers out to indicate that I need five beers, and he nods in affirmation, heading to retrieve them.

“Hey, Theo,” a voice beside me purrs, and I turn to see Arabella giving memajorfuck-me eyes. Her sleek dark hair is in a single braid over her shoulder, dipping down to rest beside a truly spectacular pair of tits. Her tight black tank top accentuates her slim waist and flat stomach, and…fuck I need to stop checking her out. Arabella is smokin’ hot, but I’m not interested in Reid’s sloppy seconds. Not even when she pouts those full lips of hers and brushes her fingertips along my bicep.

“Hey,” I grunt, turning back to watch the bartender carry over the beers I ordered. I can still feel Arabella’s eyes on me.

“Put it on Gray’s tab,” I mutter, winding my fingers around the necks of the bottles so I can carry all five at once. I pick them up and turn away, heading back to the table.

Again, the females pay attention as I pass. I smile at one, wink at another.

Damn, it’s good to be me.

When I reach our table, I dole out the beers. Brock actually thanks me when I hand him one, so I guess he’s done being surly for now.

The five of us down our beers, order another round, then another. After a while, Gray takes off with Fallon while the rest of us stay for another round. Then another.

I’m feeling pretty fucking good when I get up to head to the bathroom, side-eyeing the scantily clad girls on the dance floor as I go. I pause for a moment to check out the talent when I feel a pair of soft hands snake around my waist from behind, sliding up under my t-shirt and cruising across my hard ab muscles.

“Hey Theo,” comes a breathy whisper in my ear, and I glance over my shoulder to see a cute little brunette with big eyes and full lips.

“Hey,” I breathe, swiveling around to get a better look. I recognize her- I think her name is Kailey? Hailey? Whatever her name is, I got a blowjob from her once out behind the bar. She used a lot of teeth.

“You wanna go outside?” she asks, voice so husky that she’s practically moaning.

I give her a once-over. Her full tits are spilling over the top of her strapless dress, eyelashes fluttering as she blinks up at me. She’s 100% my type- petite, brown hair, big boobs.

I crack a smile. “For what?”

Hailey/Kailey places her hands on my pecs, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“I want you to fuck me this time.”

My dick twitches in my jeans.

Who am I to turn down an invitation like that?

I slide an arm around the girl’s waist, leading her toward the door. Despite the crowd, we cross the distance in thirty seconds flat, and I push open the door, tugging Hailey/Kailey out behind me.

I step a few feet away from the bar entrance and she giggles, following me, reaching straight for my dick. It’s already semi-hard and she grabs at it through my jeans, biting her lip as she gazes up at me seductively.

I sag back against the wall, let her do her thing. It feels good. Hailey/Kailey goes to work on the button of my jeans, unfastening it and pulling down my zipper, reaching into my pants. I jolt a little bit when I feel her nimble fingers wrap around my cock.

Then the door beside us swings open. Hailey/Kailey is undeterred by the interruption, still fondling my dick, but I crane my neck to see who steps out.

My eyes are met with a very surprised looking Brooke. She’s startled to see me, and then it takes her a second to comprehend what’s going on. Her eyes go from me to Hailey/Kailey, to her arm, to where her hand disappears in my pants.

“Oh! I, um…” Brooke stammers, but she doesn’t move. It’s like she’s frozen, glued to the spot she’s standing in.

I smirk, raking my eyes over her body. Little miss goody two-shoes is dressed to kill tonight in a tight little skirt and heels. Her glasses are gone, her blonde hair falls in waves over her shoulders, andfuck, thoselegs. They go on fordays. If I wasn’t all the way hard before, I am now. My dick strains against the fabric of my jeans and Hailey/Kailey’s hand.

“A little privacy?” I arch a brow.

Brooke glances around, flustered. “I…ew.”

She doesn’t look disgusted though, not exactly. Her wolf appears in swirls of silver in her irises, and as her gaze trails down to the other girl’s hand in my pants again, there’s something else behind her eyes…curiosity.

Brooke spins around, pulling open the door and ducking back inside the bar with lightning speed.

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