Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
Ax
I swore every time I caught my beta and omega watching one of my shows, I ended up with perma-wood. As in, I needed to fuck one of my sweethearts as soon as possible. Would Issa be up for a quickie in the office?
Or maybe Amir since our beta was technically on the clock.
After drying off the sweat and changing into my usual slacks and button up I wore when acting as a club owner instead of a performer, I shoved my feet into my shoes and headed out of my personal office to check on things.
Translation – to check on my beta and omega.
Issa had quickly formed a bond with Aryn, and I knew the female alpha would keep an eye on her, as well as the rest of our trusted crew, when she was here.
I’d hated to betray her confidence, but I wanted as many eyes on her as possible. Therefore, I’d made sure the bouncers, bartenders, and even her fellow servers knew of her aversion to alphas, that she was nervous around them, and to watch over her when one of her three alphas weren’t on the floor.
Not that I tended to speak for my packmates, but I knew Enzo and Cyrus wished they could be on the floor when she worked as much as I did. But running a bar went beyond simply making sure there was liquor and IDs were checked at the door. There was a shit load of paperwork, security, making sure the filtration systems were running nonstop, and so much more.
As much as I’d loved this club since the day we opened it, I’d started to resent it when we were away from our girl. But she was here now. She worked three days a week and Amir always made sure to come in when she worked. Win-win, baby .
Nodding at a bouncer as I crossed through the hallway, I stepped into the main area and did a quick scan. The place was hopping tonight, packed to the gills. I could practically hear the cash register clanging over the music.
The bar was packed two people deep, the floor was full of couples and packs, the tables were all filled. Amir sat at the bar, partially turned toward the bar as he lifted his drink.
Where was Issa?
Craning my neck, I checked over each of the servers, looking for long, dark hair and the most beautiful face I’d ever seen in my life.
And zeroed in a cocksucker’s hand wrapped around my beta’s arm. By the pained look on her face, that mother fucker was hurting her.
Protests rose as I bulldozed through the crowd, not paying a lick of attention as to who I was shoving out of the way as I made my way to the table of three alphas and Issa.
One of the bouncers caught sight of my charge and turned his attention, then joined me halfway to where the table sat close to the front wall.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, I lifted her from the ground the same time I latched onto the fucker’s thumb and bent until he had no choice but to release her or risk a broken fucking hand.
I should have tended to Issa. I should have taken her to safety before dealing with this asshole, before kicking him out and barring him for life.
But I didn’t do any of those things.
The second I saw the bouncer pull Issa away from the corner of my eye, I grabbed the alpha by the throat and lifted him out of his seat until his feet barely touched the floor.
“You fucking touched my beta ?” I roared out, my voice growing louder than the music.
His two buddies shot to their feet and immediately dove for me, one from my right, the other circling to wrap an arm around my throat.
They might as well have been a breeze coasting across my skin for all the good they did. My rage had sent my alpha into full rut. This mother fucker needed to die.
Tossing him to the ground, I followed him down, my fists flying and slamming against his face over and over as an arm squeezed around my throat and pulled, trying to disengage me from the alpha whose face was quickly becoming covered with blood as his bones crunched under my knuckles.
“Ax!” someone bellowed, but I could barely hear anything over the thumping of my heart or the blood rushing in my ears. My body vibrated with rage, with bloodlust, with the urge to punish and inflict pain.
To kill.
I had never in my life felt this insane need to spill blood. I had never felt an urge to end someone’s life as strongly as I did now.
I hadn’t grown up like Enzo and his brother, had never had any interactions with violent criminals.
Didn’t matter. All I could see as I continued to throttle this piece of shit was his hand clenched around Issa’s wrist as she tugged and struggled to get out of his grip.
We’d promised to protect her. Had promised we would never allow another alpha to hurt her. And none of us had been there when he’d touched her.
“Fuck! Ax, stop!” A familiar voice. An alpha bark. But it did nothing to stop me, didn’t so much as brush through my nerve endings as nothing more than a suggestion.
More arms wrapped around my shoulders, my arms, even my torso and I was lifted from the ground, my hand still wrapped in the alpha’s shirt until it ripped under my grip.
A constant growl mixed with my curses and struggles to get back to the asshole, even as I was dragged through the crowd and literally thrown into one of the offices.
As I lunged forward, intent on getting back to pummeling the fucker to death, Cyrus, Enzo, and even Amir stepped in my way, using their bodies as a wall to keep me from exiting.
“Stop! Now!” Enzo barked. But just like before, his command merely brushed over my skin.
My joints and muscle were taut, my brain was on a single track, and my vision was tinted with red. Breaths sawed in and out of my lungs as I glared at the three men blocking me from punishing someone who dared to touch my girl, my beta, the person who held my heart in her tiny fucking hands.
My omega was here. I needed to calm down. My rational, logical side kept trying to push forward, to take control. Amir wasn’t small, but he was still my omega. I couldn’t risk hurting him.
The door behind them opened and I tensed, prepared to lunge at anyone else who came near my pack.
Hands shoved at shoulders until Issa’s worried face appeared through the space between the bodies.
I didn’t think. I just reacted.
Lunging for her, I swept her into my arms, hugging her tightly to me as I lifted her off the ground and slammed my mouth over hers. Turning, I set her on the desktop, kissing her until I had to pull away to take a full breath, then lifted her arm to inspect it for any damages.
Her skin was dark pink, slightly swollen, and would absolutely be bruised within a few hours.
A fresh wave of rage lit my blood on fire.
When I turned to rush back into the club, Issa wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her feet, keeping me pressed against her body.
“Stay with me,” she said so softly, her voice forcing my alpha to obey, the force of those words stronger than Enzo’s bark.
Turning in her hold, I cupped her face in my hands and stared down into her face. “Did he hurt you?”
“I’m okay,” she breathed out, her arms snaking around my neck and pulling me down so she could press her lips to mine. “I’m okay.”
She wasn’t okay. Someone had touched her. Hurt her. Her wrist would bruise from that cocksucker. And I’d been stopped from doling out the punishment he fucking deserved.
The growl still rumbled from my chest, increasing in volume as her soft, warm tongue teased the seam of my lips then danced with mine when I opened for her.
Then I lost control in a completely different way.
My hands shook as I yanked her shirt up, only separating from her lips long enough to pull it over her head before reclaiming her lips. Her fingers struggled with my button and zipper of my slacks as I tugged her pants over her hips.
The moment my cock was free, I pushed her back onto the desk, lifted her knees over my elbows, and slammed into her. Her cry lifted on the air, but I swallowed it, keeping it all to myself.
Music and sound grew louder, then was cut off again as the office door was opened and closed. A possessive growl lifted louder at the thought someone had dared to enter the office while my beta was so vulnerable, but Issa’s hands smoothed down my face, over the back of my neck, down my shoulders until all I knew was her, my beautiful girl, her touch and the way her cunt strangled my cock.
“He hurt you,” I growled against her lips. “I’m supposed to protect you.”
My chest ached, the pain riding shotgun beside the burning anger deep in my heart.
Her hands cupped my face and forced me to look into her eyes as I continued to pump inside of her at a bruising, toe curling pace.
“You did protect me, alpha. I’m okay. ”
Fuck. I wanted to knot my beta so badly. I wanted to lock us together, to paint her inner walls with my cum, to fill her belly with my pups.
All things that couldn’t happen.
Not all . I could still fill her with my release, leave my scent all over her body, claim her in every way possible.
She carried my mark. And she would carry my scent and seed for the rest of the night. I wanted it spilling from her, spilling down her thighs the moment she stood up. I wanted any piece of shit alpha who dared to even contemplate touching my girl to know death would follow the moment they so much as laid a finger on her.