Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Soren
His tantalizing scent drifted into me, making my mouth water and cock fatten. His attraction for me was heady. I wanted to bury my fangs and cock inside him at the same time, but I also desired to have him fuck me hard and fast while I drank from him.
“I’m sorry about that problem.” I raised my voice for the next part. It wasn’t by much, but enough that every monster in my club heard me. “No one will touch you without my permission again.”
I didn’t know what I’d been thinking when I’d invited him here instead of one of my other dance clubs, where unsuspecting humans frequented.
But I’d acted on instinct. The card, which had been in my pants pocket, had been in my hand before I’d even taken his.
His scent had called to me in ways I’d never felt before, and he’d simply appealed to me in a way no other had. My type were usually bitchy little things, but Spade was rough and hard.
A biker.
I’ve never been with one of them before.
My gaze went to the redness on his neck as I traced my fingertip over it. I wanted to rip Cellie’s hands off and shove them down her throat for touching him.
The need to act overtook me, but before I could turn, his palm wrapped around my wrist, stilling my movement, and I met his hard gaze.
His jaw clenched. “I’m fine. Next time I know I can be harder on a patron of yours to get them outta my face.” His hand dropped away, and I straightened.
“Yes, of course. But that will never happen again.”
He nodded. “If it does, I’ll deal with it.” His tone was tight with tension.
Had I annoyed him when I’d stepped in?
His strength wouldn’t have matched Cellie’s. She would’ve torn his throat out if I hadn’t stopped her.
Just the thought of that happening had my blood boiling.
I clasped my hands behind my back and nodded once. “Right. Of course.”
Wait… was I really backing down because his pride was wounded?
I protected him.
He should be bowing…. Fuck.
He was human and knew nothing of this world.
It was my fault for inviting him here and surrounding him with my people.
Did he want to leave now?
As I drew in a breath, his scent went right to my cock again, but I ignored the throb. “I understand if you wish to leave.”
The people around us went silent.
They were probably wondering why I was concerning myself with this human when I could use compulsion to have him do exactly what I wanted.
However, when it came to this man, I didn’t see the appeal. I wanted to watch every reaction he made, no matter what we did.
I cocked my head to the side as the thought settled in.
It couldn’t mean….
No. That was ridiculous.
He wasn’t my fated mate.
I’d had many connections with women and men over the years, and whatever was happening between the two of us was just another one of those moments of desire riding our actions.
The desire to have a rough, tough biker was what had me lusting for this man and why the scent of his blood made me wish for a gobletful.
Spade sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face before muttering, “Fuck.” He rolled his shoulders back and told me, “Look, I appreciate you dealin’ with that. It was hot. Just everythin’ caught me off guard.”
Warmth touched my undead heart.
“Would you like to go somewhere more private for a drink?”
His lips twitched and he nodded.
“Follow me,” I told him before I spun and walked through the club. People stepped out of my way, dipping their heads in respect. No doubt their actions would surprise Spade.
Maybe one day he could learn about my world.
For now, I just wanted his company.
And his cock.
If he would allow me to have it for this night.
I took him to the stairs that led to the second level. The guards stepped aside, and I glanced over my shoulder, smiling at the man who was checking out my ass.
His arousal intensified, making my cock throb.
I bit back my groan and quickened my steps. On the second level, I moved to the front end of the building, where I kept my residence. It was soundproof, like the other private rooms at the back of this floor where clients went to fuck and feed from my employees, whom I paid handsomely.
At my door, I pressed my finger to the scanning panel, and when it clicked open, I pushed it free before moving in and stepping to the side.
Spade swaggered in, taking in everything he could.
He would see the open-space living area, where everything was except the laundry and bathroom.
My bed sat on the far right, the lounge in the middle, and the kitchen and dining were on the left.
“Damn, this is nice.”
“Thank you.”
“I don’t have a place of my own,” he explained. “Never really settled, so I just stay at the compound. I have sweet digs, but nothing as swank as this.” He went to the living area and stopped in front of the couch.
“It’s nothing special,” I said, so he wouldn’t feel worried by the difference. “Just somewhere to lay my head.”
He snorted. “And to bring your flings to. Hell, with having the club downstairs, you must get a lot of action.”
His scent soured with jealousy.
I loved it.
I made my way over and stopped just in front of him.
Being bold, which I always was, I ran a finger over his stubble and down his neck, where his pulsing vein called to me.
“I rarely entertain people up here.”
His brows shot up, and he snorted in disbelief. “Fuck off.”
Smiling, I shook my head. “I’m not lying. I’m very picky on who I want to give my time to these days.”
Did he notice how I was giving him my time?
The way his gaze warmed told me he did.
“And what do you usually do when you’re giving people your time?”
My fangs throbbed, but I willed them to stay away. I slowly licked over my top teeth as I pressed my thumb to his bottom lip.
He swallowed thickly when I pushed my thumb into his mouth and back out. I tapped against his bottom lip twice.
Turning, I made my way into the kitchen as I said, “We usually have a drink, talk, and decide where the night will go.” I stopped at the bar off to the side of the kitchen and picked up a bottle of bourbon.
“And if I wanted to skip the start and get straight to the end?”
My cock ached.
Facing him, I leaned against the bar. “Then I would ask if having me suck your dick is something you would like to happen?”
His gaze darkened. “Fuck,” he drew out. He swallowed again, then nodded. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I’d like to see your lips around my dick.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Would you return the favor?”
“Christ” was torn out of his throat before he nodded.
My body hummed, and I questioned, “Even when you never have before?”
Riker had texted me the other day in capital letters:
IF SPADE VISITS YOU, JUST KNOW HE’S A VIRGIN WITH MEN.
Which was why I needed Spade to be sure about being with me in any way, because when I got my hands on him, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop.
“Yeah,” he clipped, low and rough.
Was he picturing it already?
Smiling, I tipped my chin toward the leather couch. “If you sit, I’ll get on my knees for you, Spade.”
He groaned and nearly tripped over his feet to sit on the couch with his legs spread wide.
Forgetting the drinks, I stalked over and placed my hands on his thighs, just above his knees, before I sank down to the plush rug.
“Do you want to undo your jeans, or do you wish me to?” I asked.
He fisted his hands at his sides, saying, “You,” as he scooted further down the seat, bringing his crotch forward.
With steady hands, I reached for his button first and then slowly unzipped him. I spread the sides of his jeans apart and yanked the front of his boxers down. There was a tearing sound.
Calm down, you idiot.
I glanced up at Spade and found his lips twitching and one brow arched. “Eager?”
“You have no idea,” I told him.
Freeing his cock, I stared down at the beautiful rod. Nice and thick and long. I clenched my hole, wanting it inside me.
But my mouth would have to satisfy me enough for now.
Bending, I watched Spade’s gaze flare when I stuck out my tongue and licked over his wet tip. I absorbed his taste and moaned.
A buzz started in my body.
Even his precum had my head spinning.
When I licked around his cockhead, Spade groaned. One of his hands brushed some of my hair from my eyes, while the other rested over my hand that held onto his jeans.
A shiver rolled over me from his touch.
I sucked him all the way down and slowly drew back up.
“Christ,” he bit out.
I smiled around him and then went to work to give him the best blowjob of his life… from the first man he chose to be with. The reminder of that had my cock jerking under my slacks.
I was his first.
His only.
Yes, it was probably best no one else touched him because I was feeling very possessive of my human.