Page 4 of The Breeding Cave

CHAPTER FOUR

LUCIANO

If he touches her, I’ll kill him.

I glared at Brent Haines from across the crowded upscale bar in the center of the city and gritted my teeth.

After he had returned to the office, I had given him an unaccomplishable number of tasks to complete before the day’s end so he would stand Yeosin up.

But that asshole had returned all the assignments back to me in record time.

With her bandaged hand, Yeosin tucked some black hair behind her ear and blushed at something that he’d said. I tightened my hand around the glass of whiskey that I hadn’t even sipped yet and bit back a growl so I wouldn’t cause suspicion.

They had been sitting at the bar for thirty minutes, chatting, and I couldn’t stand it.

After sipping from his beer, Brent pushed out his stool, said a couple of words to her, and then headed toward the restroom. I followed him and waited right outside the restroom doors. This way, I could catch him on the way out and keep watch of Yeosin.

The door opened, and the stench of piss seeped out into the hallway. While walking toward me, Brent straightened out his suit jacket that he had worn to work today. I stepped in front of him and placed a hand on the center of his chest.

“Mr. Bates,” he started.

“Leave,” I snarled at him, attempting to keep my cool in front of everyone.

He had been one of my star employees since I’d started Midnight Security years and years ago. I didn’t want to lose him, but I would sacrifice him for Yeosin, who would be my wife, my mate, and the mother of my children before long.

“Oh, come on.” Brent laughed. “Lighten up. I’m here with Alana. You know, that girl from Pink Ivory, who you always scare?—”

“I know who she is,” I hissed out. “And I ordered you to leave.”

“We’re not at work now. You can?—”

“Out.”

“Let me say goodbye to Alana first.”

“No,” I growled. “She’s mine.” Those two words left my mouth before I could stop them.

After what had happened to my pack decades ago, I vowed to never say those words and mean it. I vowed to only ever mate to extend my line, not for fate.

And then I’d had to walk into Pink Ivory.

Cursed place.

“If you want to keep your job, you’ll leave,” I said. “Now.”

“Fine,” Brent said, his happy expression gone— as it should be —and his hands up. “I’ll go.”

I waited for him to turn around and leave, but he lingered by the door, as if he wished that Yeosin would turn around and see him so he could give her a grimace and a goodbye. The longer he waited, the more possessiveness built up inside me.

“I’m not?—”

“You should know that I invited her to apply to be my assistant,” Brent said suddenly. “I didn’t know you had a thing for her or else I wouldn’t have said anything to her. But she was telling me that she needed a second job, and I need an?—”

Why did she tell Brent that she needed a job? Has she spent ten million already?

It didn’t matter how many questions I asked myself; I couldn’t wrap my head around her. It had been less than twenty-four hours since she had met me in The Breeding Cave, and she already had me questioning everything.

Why didn’t she quit her job today after I gave her the money?

“What do you mean, she needed a job?” I asked. “She has money.”

And if she didn’t have enough, then I’d give it to her.

My gaze traveled to the bar, where she sat with her back facing me while sipping on a Cherry Coke. Soon enough, she’d be locked away in my penthouse, walking around in a robe made from the finest of silks and her belly rounder than it ever had been.

She wouldn’t need to work. She wouldn’t need to go out on dates with anyone.

Except with me.

“She said?—”

“Fine,” I growled. “She’s hired.”

Besides, it would help me keep tabs on her while I worked. She wouldn’t have to be at Pink Ivory, burning her hands any longer. Her desk would be in view of my office so I could see her through the windows.

“Now, go before I change my mind.”

After peering into the bar once more at Yeosin, Brent blew out a breath and headed in the opposite direction toward the exit. I tilted my head to watch him leave, and then I followed a few moments later and waited quite impatiently for her to realize that he wasn’t coming back.

Thirty minutes passed, and she finally walked out of the bar with a coat draped over her shoulders and a frown on her face. I kicked myself off the building and followed her through the shadows toward the bus stop a few blocks down.

Before she made it to the brightly lit bus stop booth, I wrapped one hand around her waist from behind and slapped my opposite hand over her mouth, pulling her into a dark alleyway and pressing her up against the brick wall.

She screamed into my palm and flailed her limbs everywhere.

“What are you doing at a bar with him ?” I growled into her ear.

A moment passed, and her body relaxed. She reached up with her smaller hands and peeled away my fingers from her mouth, breathing heavily against me, almost the same way she had done last night after she came for the tenth time.

“With who?” she asked.

“Don’t fucking play around with me, Yeosin.”

She shuddered when I said her name, her cunt beginning to salivate. I breathed in the pumpkin scent, wanting nothing more than to savor it on my tongue. I hadn’t had much of a taste of her yet, but that would change. Soon.

“You were out. On a date.” I placed my hand on the brick wall and scratched my claws into it so I wouldn’t punch a hole right through it. “You were out on a date when you should be back in my penthouse—or our cave—ready to give me a child.”

After swallowing hard, she pressed her thighs even closer together.

“Why does it matter if I go out on a date with someone or not?” She crossed her arms, but she wasn’t stiff.

Oh, no, just by peering over her shoulder, I could see her trying to discreetly play with her nipples. “Besides, it wasn’t a date.”

“You’re about to make me lose control,” I growled into her ear. “Compose yourself.”

Yeosin sucked in a sharp little breath, still facing away from me. “Or what?”

I wrapped my hand around the front of her throat and pulled back on it so she stared up at the moon above us. My canines met her neck, and I ached to sink my teeth into her to show her what would happen.

“Or else I’ll breed you here,” I murmured against her neck. “And everyone at your bus stop will watch as you get a pussy full of my cum. Over”—I dipped my fingers between her thighs—“and over”—I pressed them against her clit, making her inhale—“and over again.”

A small whine left her mouth, and my dick hardened in my suit pants.

“You’ll never go out on a date with anyone again. Do you understand me?” I asked, drawing my lips up the column of her throat and to her ear. “You know the pleasure that I can give you, and I can take it all away.”

“You would do that to someone who’s supposed to be carrying your child?”

“Yeosin,” I growled, shoving my claws so harshly against the brick that it crumbled.

Where had all this brattiness come from? Had she been thinking about how she’d react to me tonight? Was she comfortable with me after one night? Was it that she had the money now and didn’t care about the consequences? Or maybe it was that cursed thing called fate.

“Fine. Fine,” she said, glancing toward the street where the bus pulled up. “I won’t go on any more dates with Brent.” She pushed back against me and headed toward the bus. “But I have to go. I’ll see you tonight.”