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Azura

I move back, my heart thumping. He must have heard me. He must have smelt me.

What the hell do I do? Judah is dangerous, but the man standing a few metres from me screams of power and danger of a far higher calibre. I need to get out of here before he sees me, but how do I do that?

“We can continue this another day. Reschedule,” his deep, velvety voice that sends shivers of desire through me orders.

Oh, fuck, that voice is hot. Come on, Azura, breathe steadily and focus.

“Ah, of course.”

“Absolutely.”

I don’t dare move as I hear the rest recede, but my mate remains. The doors shut, and I close my eyes in defeat. He’s still here.

“Why don’t you step out from your hiding spot?” His voice suggests.

I close my eyes. Any dream I have that I would be able to escape from him is gone. Slowly I stand up and turn, staring at the man before me. If I had thought he was the epitome of sexiness and dominance before, he is a thousand times hotter when you see him properly. His scent intoxicates me. I feel lightheaded as he slowly removes his shades, and I look into a pair of the coldest ice-blue eyes I have ever seen, eyes that trail over me but give away nothing.

He is tall, maybe around six-foot-six. His muscular arms strain with his bulging biceps. I notice that he has three piercings in his right ear and one in his left.

“Who would have thought I’d be given a human…” he mutters so quietly I almost don’t hear him.

“I’m not human,” I reply coldly. He looks into my eyes with a glimmer of interest in his cold ones.

“Then join me for a drink.”

It isn’t an offer but a command.

The very temptation to turn and run away from him consumes me, but I can’t. As much as I hadn’t wanted to find my mate, the curiosity to know what kind of person the goddess has made for me wins, and I find myself nodding.

He comes over to the bar. I have to admit that his posture and attitude speak volumes. This is a man who knows what he wants, and he gets it. The temptation to tell him about Judah and why I am up here almost overcomes me, but I can’t. This is not his fight, and he hasn’t asked why I am up here. Something tells me I have walked straight into the wolf’s den.

“Do you like your drink strong or light?” He asks after dropping his jacket onto the sofa.

“Strong, although I don’t think there’s anything you have to offer that could work on me,” I muse, staring at the window that looks down upon the club.

“Don’t be so sure,” he replies arrogantly. I turn to him as he pours a green liquid into two glasses before he holds one out to me.

“What is this?” I ask, looking at it curiously.

“Absinthe,” he replies with a small, cold smirk before he raises the glass. I clink mine against his, looking surprised. Absinthe...

“Isn’t this illegal here?” I ask, unable to stop the curiosity that seeps into my mind.

“Being up here without permission is illegal, too. This is the only drink that can really take the edge away. Clearly, four bottles of whiskey didn’t work for you,” he remarks mockingly. My heart skips a beat. Had he seen me? I look down below, only to see the booth I was sitting at is in plain sight…

“So you were watching me?”

“You may have caught my eye. Not many women do.” I don’t miss the ‘many’ in that sentence.

He steps closer, and I find myself looking into those dangerous eyes of his.

“You wanted to run when you realised that we are mates.”

He knows.

I take a sip of the alcohol. Oh, this is strong… the taste is intense, but I like it.

“I think you would actually be happy if I run. I’m a nightmare you do not want in your life.”

“Funny that you should refer to yourself as a nightmare. You look far from one, but even I know not everything that looks like a dream is one.”

I can’t deny the fluttering in my stomach at his words. As he downs his glass of absinthe, my eyes dip to his Adam’s apple. Damn, the boy is sizzling. I feel a clench in my core and avert my gaze.

Deep down, something tells me not to do this. I don’t know anything about him, but he seems to be the boss of this club, and he is definitely an Alpha. Who though? I have seen many Alphas. Okay, not really. Damn, I wish I had paid more attention, but I don’t care for them. I’m always too busy in my own world…

“You don’t want to find your mate. Good. Neither do I.”

“Then, why didn’t you just walk away?” I ask.

“I wanted to see exactly what the goddess created for me.”

“And?” I find myself asking, my stomach fluttering.

His icy-blue eyes trail over me, and I see them flash a stunning steel blue as they fall on my breasts. If his gaze alone can have such an effect on me, then what will his touch feel like? He steps closer, and I find myself backing away until my ass touches the glass behind me.

“If we’re going on looks alone, better than expected.”

My core throbs at his words. How does someone I have just met have such an intense effect on me?

“You’re an Alpha, that’s undeniable, but what pack - ”

He cuts me off by placing the back of the hand that holds his glass against my lips. The crazy fireworks that erupt from his touch are dizzying, sending a dangerous jolt to my core. It makes sense… all of it. The way the mated couples around me are so love-crazed. All they want is to be next to their mates. Just a single touch from someone I don’t even know is driving me nuts, and I am unable to stop myself from softly kissing the fingers that are pressing against my lips. His eyes flash a steely blue as our eyes meet, and the moment he removes his hands, I slowly lick my lips before taking another sip of the strong alcohol.

Turning my back to him, I stare down at the club below. My core is throbbing, and I know if I drink this entire glass, I will be pretty high. I see him pour himself another glass and down it in one go before he places it on the bar counter and walks back over to me. I look at him once again, turning towards him as he steps closer. This time the gap between us is almost non-existent. I can smell his addictive scent, feel the heat from his body, and hear the steady beating of his heart. All of it consumes me.

“Two glasses, and you seem perfectly sober. I’m impressed,” I whisper, trying to break the intense sexual tension that is ripping me apart with desire. He rests his arm against the glass above my head, forcing me to back up against it.

“I didn’t think you would be that easily impressed.” His eyes stare down at me, and I notice his thick lashes. I could picture waking up to this hunk every day…

“I do have pretty high standards in some departments,” I reply haughtily, staring into his eyes.

The faintest smirk crosses his lips as he runs the knuckles of his free hand down my waist, making my heart thump in anticipation. His body is barely inches from mine, and the urge to press my thighs together is incredibly strong.

“Good. Let’s just hope you can handle me,” he replies seductively. We are chest to chest, and he parts my legs with his knee, making my core clench.

“Shall we try and see?” I ask, a challenging glint in my eyes.

He may be an Alpha, but I’m not just anyone. Still holding my glass, I lock my arm around his neck, pressing myself against him and placing my free hand on his abs.

“Confident,” he muses, running his fingers up the side of my waist, still so tantalisingly slowly that the urge to moan overwhelms me, but I keep it in.

“Incredibly. I am not a submissive little good girl.”

“See, the thing is…” he trails off, smirking as he presses his body against me. “Good girls get fucked, and bad girls… bad girls get punished. Which is it going to be?” His tone makes me bite my lip, my arousal scenting the air, and I know he can smell it.

“Then you’re going to have to punish me, Alpha,” I whisper, hooking my fingers into his belt and pulling him against me just as he grabs my hair.

His lips meet mine in one incredibly mind-blowing, hungry kiss that sends pleasure erupting through my body. Tingles and sparks ripple through me wave after wave as his lips dominate mine, fuelled by power, hunger, and desire, a kiss that is out of this world and one that I know has ruined all men for me.

I hear my glass shatter as it hits the floor behind him, but neither of us cares.

His plush lips are heaven and sin all at once, and I find myself fighting for dominance. Our tongues dance against one another as our hands travel over the other’s bodies, feeling and groping every inch that we can get our hands on. His tongue is pierced, and the sensation of it feels so damn good. My body is on fire, my pussy clenching at his touch. It is rough yet sensual, turning me on so strongly that I am unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that leave my lips. I moan, feeling his huge, hard cock press against my stomach. Oh, fuck.

I want to pull his pants down and take his cock in my mouth, but before I can even begin to undo his belt, he pulls back, his eyes a dazzling steel blue.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he growls huskily, breathing hard as he looks me over. I nod, not needing to be told twice. I want him here and now.

Oh, Goddess, I’m done for.