Alpha's Caged Mate

d of laundry. The Green Light Club never had less than a half-dozen heavy-duty washers and dryers running at

fortune to be on laundry duty today. She could’ve been on toy duty again, and when you cle

grab the basket of silk sheets that needed to be steamed, the door to the laundry room slammed open. Audrey, another member of the cleaning c

get to room 303,

m and in the three months Ava had known the woman, she knew the best

oom 303

rivate rooms this week.” Ava bent to pick up her clothes basket, “

And if that room’s not set up in the next thirty minutes, you won’t be seeing anythin

an act that was admittedly way less inti

“Oh, and I just remembered 803 needs turning over, as well. Thirty minu

ked out of the room. No doubt to kick babi

oman had balls enough to insult a werewolf to her face in the middle of a werewolf club, Ava knew she

hether they’d been instructed to or not. Like every other institution, the Green Light Club had a strict hierarchy and as had apparently become the status quo, Ava was dirt last in the pecking order. Ava wouldn’t be the

lved. The private room would have to be turned over like any standard room, any specialty objects would need to be thoroughly sanitized, but then she’d need

ngs were hotel-ready, the pillows fluffed to perfection, and every whip and paddle stashed around the room practically sparkled. Ex

ady resigning herself to the long ass trek up the club’s winding stairc

ed up in an unmitigated, and frankly unnecessary, show of

’t budge. The old bastard got a sick sense of authority lording over the elevators, like he was god of the bel

last three months, Ava had heard and seen things she’d never even thought to dream up. Even though she happened to be a virgin, Ava was by n

the need to complete the deed. Not with any of her previous partners, anyway. As far as she was concerned, those boys had only been petty d

ing neophyte. She’d seen enough bumping and grinding in the last ninety days th

ut a couple openly and flagrantly feeling each other up in the vestibule. Ava blinked at the…veracity in which the male took his partner’s mouth. Hard and thorough, the dom

a to go. Voyeurism was a popular kink among the club’s clientele, but peep shows needed to be paid for, so any staff caught gawk

outburst. Instead of calling her out, though, the male’s glacier blue eyes held her own. Full lips kicked up into a lascivious smirk as he slid his mouth down his partner’s thro

glacial first came to mind when he first looked at her. Everything about him

ke prey. The more quickly she exited this confrontation the better. “Just room service, on my way to room 803,” sh

he says, pushing away from the blonde

so much shocked as annoyed. In a place like this, someone was always looking to shoot their shot. “Wait

t into Bria’s outstretched hands, any hurt from the slight immediately forgotten. Wit

l weight of his attention. “You look like you lik

llowed by months of hard had taken its toll. Her naturally olive complexion had passed pale a while ago and could now only be describe

rked here. He stepped forward and, all of a sudden feeling far too exposed, Ava scuttled back, fo

steps below her. She was prepared to follow it when a solid arm whipped out, grasping Ava around the wais