Devoured By A Beast Alpha

The bass throbbed on the floor like a second heartbeat, shaking off the walls of The Crimson Veil underground elite club with every pulse. Smoke curled into the air like spirits dancing to the beat, red lights bathing the space in a lustful hue.

The VIP section was packed tonight with hungry eyes, powerful men, and mortal men with filled-up pockets. But no one looked away from the stage.

Because Nyra had just stepped into the light.

She walked. Her heels clicked once, twice, before she reached the pole at the center and wrapped her legs around it. Her skin glistened under the light, catching every curve; The tight silver dress she wore barely covered her body.

She moved with a confidence that made men sweat and the few of her female coworkers grit.

Cheers exploded from the upper deck as she twirled, flipping upside down, her body arching like a bow. Hair trailing, thighs gripping the pole. She spun and landed with feline grace.

"That's it, baby!" someone shouted.

An old man in his late fifties sat near the front of the stage. He leaned forward as Nyra dipped low, teasing closer to the edge. His breath was thick with whiskey, his fingers twirling with need. As her hand extended toward the audience, he reached out to grab her wrist.

Immediately, Nyra slapped his hand away with a sultry smile. It wasn't rage but dominance. To her, it was a silent command that she was untouchable. The old man jerked his hand back, startled and slightly aroused.

The VIP section erupted in applause and laughter.

She twirled again, slower, her back arching as her gaze scanned the room. She could feel them all watching and panting for her. But she didn't damn care. This was her stage.

Across the city, the air smelled of sweat, sex, and impatience. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the hotel suite.

Alpha Kael grunted as his hips rocked forward, his dick slamming into the woman's pussy beneath him with fast, brutal strokes. Her nails dug into his back, her moans high-pitched and desperate.

"Oh my! Fuck, yes, I'm cumming!"

She kept chanting his name, but they only dropped as noise to Alpha Kael's ears.

He stared past her, eyes dark. She was fucking wet. But she wasn't what he needed. Her scent was wrong, her voice irritating. He pulled out of her immediately.

He didn't come. Because he never did. To him, it was impossible.

"What... What are you doing?" The woman whispered.

"You can go now."

"What? We aren't done. Another round."

Alpha Kael ignored her, walking into the bathroom without another word. He turned on the cold water, letting it run down his broad, scarred chest. The steam mixed with chill as he washed her scent off his skin.

Minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom dressed in a black button-shirt tucked into tailored pants. He added a jacket and put on silver cufflinks which gleamed as he adjusted them.

Downstairs, his black SUV was parked in the lot. Alaric, his beta, stood waiting.

"Are we still good for tonight?" he asked.

Kael slipped on his watch. "You'll stay back when we get there. Handle anything that comes up."