Page 81 of Wild Cub

The event was only going to last another hour or two. Perfect, time to wrap up the night and move on. I limit my alcohol intake; Alexander’s watching my every move, and just the look of him is intoxicating. Joaquin seems to have traveled across the way and found Sam. If it wasn’t for work and Matthew wasn’t on my arm, I’d be exchanging words.

Sheldon suddenly rushes to my side, almost frantic. “Tessa, make an announcement that in 30 minutes, we’ll be closing the auction.” I nod.

Before he can get away, I ask the question of the night. “Sheldon, who put me down as a prize?”

“Oh, I had the idea. Carla mentioned you weren’t seeing anyone and she and I thought it would be a great way to raise more money.” He laughs, like an annoying little fly from hell. What gives him the right to indicate that I needed to be set up or that it is okay to “pimp” out his employee for something like this, without consent.

I take a deep breath to calm the fire raging in my gut. “Sheldon, I didn’t approve of that and it makes me extremely uncomfortable. I am, in fact, seeing someone, and I would appreciate it if you refrained from anything like this in the future. I took the sheet down; I don’t want to be involved. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

I push past him to make the announcement he requested. I nod to Matthew to come up to the stage before I turn on the mic.

“You have my blessing to do whatever y’all want with him. If there’s an opportunity, I request a hit.” He nods and leaves me to my announcement. Did I want to condone any more violence, no. But after the past few months of being a weasel and making me second guess my work ethic, nevertheless putting our community in jeopardy, I hate to say it but he has what is coming to him.

With an hour left in the night, the men still haven’t made their move. My anxiety is at an all-time high now, between the bombshell of Javert appearing at our event, touching me, calling me a sheep, and Carla and Sheldon thinking it was a marvelous idea to set me up as prize cattle.

I sit down at my table, taking a few moments to myself. My peace is quickly interrupted, however, by Alexander extending his hand.

“I think I owe someone a dance.”

I should be mad, I should say no, but I can’t. I take his hand, following him onto the dance floor, surrounded by other couples pressed together. The soft instrumental music transports Alexander and I away from wandering eyes, from all distractions and darkness of the world. I sink into him a little more, loving being close to him. His grip around my waist tightens, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. For a moment, it feels like I’m home. I hold back tears -- knowing he’s here makes things a little easier. The music continues to wrap us in a trance, and I sink into his chest as we sway to the music. For a moment, the world has stopped and it is him and me. For this moment, I allow myself to continue to feel loved, protected, and capable of happiness. Maybe after all this time, fairytales can exist.

“Come with me,” he whispers in my ear. I look up at him, questioning where he wants to go, but all I can do is nod my head. He leads me past a crowd of people, outside the event space through the hotel hallways.

I try my best to keep up with his rushed pace. “Alexander, slow down, I can’t keep up with your strides.” In one quick swoop, I’m over his shoulders. I can feel the holster nip more of my skin. He looks around for a place to set me down, and as he closes the door behind us, I notice it’s a storage closet.

“Not the most romantic place ever, but not the worst.” I offer a laugh.

Alexander doesn’t respond. Instead, he rushes to me, grabbing my face, claiming my lips as if he’s waited a lifetime for this moment. It’s demanding, hard, intoxicating. I allow my hands to grab his waist, bringing our bodies closer. He’s rock hard, and I’m wondering if it being that turned on is painful. My hand travels down to cup him, resulting in a groan.

“Been thinking about me,?” I chuckle.

He jerks back with a deep sigh. His icy blue eyes turn darker in the dim lighting surrounding us. “Hands,” he demands. “Now.”

I thrust out both hands, and he undoes his black tie, wrapping it around my wrists.Okay, now I’m ridiculously turned on. He ties it just enough to feel the pressure, but not enough for it to hurt.

“Do you know how much it hurts to see you flaunt around out there? To see other men eating out of the palm of your hand? Then Javert.” He straightens, trailing his fingers across the top of my dress, making me ache. Taunting with the lightest of touches. “Touching you, it’s maddening, Little Cub.”

His hand reaches around, dragging down my zipper, growling when it pools around my ankles. It leaves me in just my knife holster and my black heels.

“Little Cub, no panties?” His eyes widen.

I shake my head. “Nope. You’d see the outline.”

His hand trails down, fingers brushing over my pussy lips. “Tell me the truth. You were hoping for me to touch you.”

“Mm, not fully.” I gasp as he slowly fills me with two fingers, and I clutch his shoulder for balance.

“I beg to differ. You’re already soaking for me.” He’s pumping his fingers slowly, teasingly. His thumb roams over my clit, playing with it, making me shudder with pleasure. I try to return the favor, but he yanks my tied hands above my head instead.

“You are a sight.” He punctuates every word. “Remind me later to see you on your knees.”

His pace is alluring, enticing, agony. I can feel myself starting to tense around his fingers.

He chuckles. “You want to come around my fingers?” I nod my head, but he removes his fingers.

“Wait, no. Alexander.” I’m practically whining at the loss.

“This is what happens when you know I’m watching and flaunt yourself like the devilish woman you are.” He undoes his pants, springing out his cock. I lick my lips, dying to taste him. Instead, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, his cock lined up at my entrance, teasing it, brushing against it.

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