Page 168 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
She moans against my lips, locking her legs around my waist as she kisses me back with force. It is rough, hot, and fucking perfect as we try to dominate each other, licking, sucking, and trying to claim the other completely. The taste of blood fills my mouth, and I have no fucking idea whose it is, and I don’t care. Her moans get louder, and I don’t care when my own are heard.We kiss each other until I win, sucking hard on her tongue before slipping mine into her mouth, devouring her until she can’t breathe and breaks away from me.
So are you going to fuck me or- Fuck!
She gasps when I press her up against the wall and slam into her with one rough thrust. Yeah, she may have fucking won this round, but I don’t really care…
Boys’ Night Out
Leo
You got this.
Azura’s words when I leave are in my mind. The fuck in the shower had been fucking hot and did far more than relax me. I feel refreshed, and when she kisses me and tells me I will be okay, it just gives me a whole new level of fucking confidence to get this shit over with.
The only fucking problem is the smirks from Kiara and Alejandro when we come down. I know Alejandro’s hearing is good, but I’m not sure if that means through soundproof walls…Ah, well, he’s a fucking prick. I don’t give a shit.
We leave the mansion when Dante motions to his ride, and I raise an eyebrow.
“No, thanks.”
I am not going to fucking sit in the back. I walk to my own car, feeling both Rayhan and Dante watching me, and get in, only for Dante to open the back door of the car and get in.
“What the actual fuck?” I growl.
“What? I’m sitting in the back because I’m the youngest. It’s fair, right?” He asks, smirking.And the fucking biggest…He can’t read minds, can he?
That means that the bastard is about to- yeah. He fucking got in…
I cast both men a cold glare before hitting the gas and turning the car violently, speeding towards the gates. Great, now I am in the same fucking car as him…
“This is a nice ride. I like the added tech,” Dante remarks.
I don’t reply, driving towards the nightclub Dante has chosen, a club that belongs to me, and I know he fucking knows it is mine.
We get tothe nightclub at record speed, and I get out, mind-linking my men to stay clear of me. The three of us head inside without even a pass, obviously. The bouncer lowers his head towards me as we enter from a back entrance.
The moment we enter, the music reaches our ears, but I avoid the main club, heading up to the topmost floor via the lift. Rayhan glances at me but says nothing. Dante just has a small smile on his face, still wearing his shades, although it is night. I know werewolves can see in the dark, and I’m sure as fuck he can, even if he isn’t exactly a werewolf. I know he is a Demi-God or whatever that shit is, but I wonder what exactly his wolf is like. Can he even shift? He doesn’t really smell exactly like a werewolf… and if he can, what does his wolf look like? Well, I don’t care how intrigued I am. I hate how I want to know everything. I’ll just ask Azura.
“This place looks pretty neat,” Rayhan remarks. So he has clocked on that it is mine, too.
“Hm,” I reply, not wanting to entertain him.
I lead the way to the VIP lounge on the top floor. There are several men in suits and women in dresses, some just having drinks, others deep in discussions. One of the human managers approaches me. It is obvious he feels intimidated; he is a professional and a strong man for a human, but no one canignore Dante’s aura.
“Hello -”
“We’ll be seated out on the balcony. Make sure no one disturbs us,” I say, sounding cold and emotionless.
“Of course, sir, but there is a reservation. Someone booked out the entire floor.” He lowers his head apologetically. “Shall I cancel?”
“That would have been mine. Dante Rossi,” Dante smirks. The manager looks a little uneasy, looking up at him but nods.
“Ah, yes, it was. Then that’s perfect,” he says before he leads the way, holding the doors to the rooftop sitting area for us.
A human bartender is at the bar. This place is usually reserved for a select few. Music is playing out here, but it is far quieter than inside. I choose a seating area far from the bartender, and a waitress comes over to take our drink orders once we are seated on the leather sofa. I raise my eyebrow when Rayhan chooses a non-alcoholic one. Once she comes back with our drinks and leaves us alone, I can’t help but question it.
“Why come to a club if you don’t drink?” Rayhan picks up his mocktail and raises an eyebrow.
“You invited me out after so many years, why would I refuse?”
