Taming The Alpha - BBW Paranormal Romance (2 page)

Nikki’s
heart sank and she breathed out a sigh tinged with relief. She turned
toward the bar for her one free drink of the night when she felt
someone at her shoulder.

“
Looking
for someone?”

The
voice was rich and deep, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She
knew it was him even before she turned around. She briefly closed her
eyes, drew a breath and turned around, with what she hoped was a
seductive smile on her lips.

“
I
just might be…” Her words faded as she looked at the man
standing in front of her.

It
was him. But up close he was even more breathtaking. Tall and lean,
but muscular, with black hair cut short, exposing a chiseled, square
jaw and sculpted face, this was
the
guy. Same black t-shirt and black jeans. Nikki’s breath caught
in her throat and she knew she was staring, but she was powerless to
look away and apparently just as powerless to speak.

His
lips were curved into a sensuous line, and it was all she could do
not to reach out and run her fingers over them. She finally looked up
into his eyes and blinked.

They
were gray, almost silver, like moonlight on a winter night. The
shiver she felt intensified and she impulsively wrapped her arms
around herself.

The
man tilted his head, his smile deepening, clearly enjoying her
reaction. “Would you like a drink?”

Nikki
finally found her voice. “Yeah…yes. I would. Thank you.”

With
lithe grace the man moved to the bar, steering Nikki in front of him,
his hand on the small of her back, easily cutting through the crush
of men crowded at the rail. Behind the bar Sam caught her eye briefly
before looking at the man.

“
Whatever
the lady’s usual is and I’ll have a Campari and soda.”

Sam,
the bartender nodded, moving down the bar. The man’s hand was
still on her back and her skin was on fire, as if the outline of his
hand was being seared into her flesh.

“
Do
you have a name?” He’d bent close to her, his breath
stirring the hair near her ear.

She
turned toward him and his lips brushed lightly against her cheek.

“
Nikki.
I’m Nikki”

Their
lips were almost touching, his eyes locked with hers. Nikki leaned
forward, yearning for contact, aching for his kiss.

“
Nikki,
drinks.” She heard the thud of the glasses hitting the bar,
Sam’s voice sharp in her ears. The not-so-subtle reminder: take
it to a private room and make them pay. Nothing was free in Mack’s
club.

The
man straightened, retrieving the drinks, handing Nikki hers. She took
a long swallow, feeling instant warmth spreading out from her center.

“
And
what’s your name?” She leaned into the man, her hand on
his arm, pulling him toward the private rooms, finally remembering
she was at work and this should be a paying customer, nothing less
and nothing more. But there was so much more here she wanted, more
than just giving this guy a lap dance and sending him home with a
hard on and a memory. She didn’t know why this was happening,
but this man was stirring up a storm inside her that no amount of
shimmying and shaking was going to quell. She needed something more
from him and it wasn’t something she was going to get here at
the club. For the first time in her life as a dancer, she seriously
considered taking this guy home.

“
My
name is Jax.” He took a sip of his drink, his eyes never
leaving Nikki’s face.

“
You’ve
been here before. Are you looking for something special?” She
caressed his arm, her fingers trailing over his skin, over the hard
muscles beneath. He watched her hand and she had the sense of
predator watching prey. And that sent another thrill through her
body. Two could play at that game.

“
I
might be.” His eyes moved over her body, lingering on every
curve she had.

“
Let’s
take this some place private.” Nikki took his hand, leading him
to one of the many small private rooms that ringed the side of the
room, putting as much sway into her hips as she could. She unhooked
the curtain to the room, letting it fall closed behind them.

He
was gorgeous, all long legs, narrow waist and taut ass. The image of
him with his broad, muscular chest and shoulders hovering inches
above her, his skin flushed with heat as he rose naked and ready
sprang into her mind and the intensity of the vision made her gasp.

She
was wound up from dancing, in the zone, and the thought of having
this man totally under her spell, at her mercy, set her heart racing.
She took another swallow of her drink before setting it on the small
ledge that ran around the room.

“
Have
a seat.” She nodded toward the room’s only chair and took
Jax’s drink, setting it next to hers. With a smile, she plucked
the cherry from her glass, turning back to Jax, her tongue flicking
out to slowly caress the red cherry. He was sitting in the chair,
looking relaxed and confident, watching her intently.

“
Rules.
We have them and you have to abide, otherwise…you’re
out.” She pouted, tilting her head.

“
And
I really wouldn’t want you to leave. Not until we’ve
gotten to know each other better. So the deal is, I can touch you,
but you have to keep your hands to yourself, mister.”

Jax
looked up at her, his eyes locked with hers. “In here, you’re
the boss, lady. I do as you say.” And then he smiled, his lips
slowly curving up at the corners. Nikki’s knees went a little
shaky and she wondered if she was going to manage to dance for this
guy without falling off her heels. She took a deep breath, twisting
her torso so that she was partially back to, her ass was pointed at
him and she gave it a shake. Teasingly, she wrapped her lips around
the cherry before pulling it from the stem with her teeth. She
dropped it to the floor.

Nikki
started to move, dancing slowly toward Jax. She bent forward, put
her hands on his knees, gently pushing his legs apart while giving
him a good view down the front of her outfit, shaking her shoulders
just enough to set her breasts swaying.

He’d
put his hands on the arms of the chair and kept them there as she
straightened, gyrating between his legs before turning her back to
him, bending and twisting, giving him a good show.

She
turned back to face him, resting her hands on the arms of his chair.
As she slid her body up his, her breasts brushing against his chest,
she felt his hands move, covering hers. She tensed for a moment. With
any other customer, she’d have stopped the dance and left the
room, called Frank the bouncer and had the guy tossed out.

But
this was different, really different. She drew in a sharp breath, her
dance coming to an abrupt stop. His eyes were locked with Jax’s,
her heart thudding in her chest. Different, and dangerous. And it was
everything she wanted.

Without
thinking Nikki leaned forward, lips parted. Jax slowly ran his hands
up her arms, his fingers leaving behind a trail of goose bumps on her
skin.

“
I…”
Her voice was barely a whisper, tinged dark with lust.

“
Shhhh...”
He sat forward; his lips so close to hers she could feel his breath,
smell his masculine scent. His eyes drew her closer, held her
enthralled, captive.

When
his lips brushed against hers, it sent a wave of heat through her
body. She shuddered, closing her eyes, letting him claim her lips
with his, moaning against the sensual feel of his mouth against hers.

The
tip of his tongue traced along her lower lip, and she gave herself
over to the kiss, opening her mouth, meeting his tongue with hers.
She settled her body against him, arching her back as his hands moved
from her arms to slide up her torso.

He
held her easily, his hands spanning the curves of her body, resting
just beneath her breasts. It felt as if she were weightless,
suspended against him as he slid further down in the chair, as her
body rested against his. She was aware of his growing erection
pressing against her stomach, hard and hot, and she wiggled in his
grasp, seeking more contact. Jax flexed his hips upward, pressing
himself against her, moaning against her mouth.

Time
seemed to stand still, the kiss deepening, intensifying, sending
frissons of pleasure through her body. It could have been minutes or
hours, but when Jax finally sat up, gently setting her feet on the
floor, she was weak and breathless.

“
Oh…well.”
Nikki opened her eyes. Jax was smiling at her, his eyes almost
glowing in the dim light of the small room.

“
I
broke your rule.” His voice was low and there was no hint of
guilt and certainly no apology.

“
You
did.”

He
was still smiling at her as his hands slid up her torso as he gently
pushed her away from him, before rising from the chair. Nikki looked
up at him, confused.

“
Wait.
Are you…are we finished?” She’d never had any man
leave before she was finished with her dance. But then again, she’d
never let one go so far with her as she’d let Jax. Her mind was
a swirl of confused emotions. But her body was a swirl of arousal and
passion, no confusion there at all.

“
I
think I should leave.” Jax leaned forward, kissing her
forehead. “I’m not sure I’m good for you…or
you’re good for me.”

“
But…wait.
Are you coming back?” She was standing in front of him now,
hands on her hips, blocking the doorway. No one walked out on Nikki,
without good reason. And not if she hadn’t kicked them out
first.

Jax
looked down at her, an amused smile playing around his lips. “Do
you want me to come back? You don’t even know me. For all you
know, I could be the big bad wolf.” He leaned forward, resting
his hands on her shoulders. “I could be all kinds of wrong for
you, Nikki.”

“
I
think I should be the one to decide that, don’t you?” She
stepped forward, running her hands up his chest as his arms slid back
down her body. “I could be all kinds of right for you.”

She
caught the beat of the music from the club, dancing against Jax.
“Besides, I notice that I have some kind of effect on you.”

Nikki
rubbed against Jax, her hips swaying, her breasts against his chest.
She heard him moan low, something that almost sounded like a growl.
His hands slid down further, cupping her ass briefly before finding
their resting place on her hips. Nikki looked up at him from beneath
her thick, dark lashes.

“
So…you’ll
be back, right?” She tilted her face to his again and his lips
were on hers, harsh and primal. She felt his growl against her mouth
and it set off a deep thud of arousal low in her belly. No man had
ever gotten her so hot so fast, with just a kiss.

Jax
finally broke away with a gasp. “I really have to go. But…”
He pulled her hard against him for a moment. His erection pressed
against her stomach, undeniably hard.

“
I’ll
be back. How can I resist?”

“
You
can’t.” He pulled away, ducking through the curtain.
Nikki followed, pouting.

She
watched Jax walk out of the club before turning back to the throng of
men, the loud music and the smell of the promise of sex. Mack tried
to keep the girls in line and Nikki knew there was a lot more than
just promises being sold in the private rooms. She sighed, moving
back behind the curtain for their drinks, draining hers in one long
swallow. Jax’s glass was half full and she looked at it
briefly, before draining it. Nothing left to go to waste, except the
promise of a night with Jax.

Jax
stepped out of the club, turning blindly down the sidewalk, out of
the glare of the neon light of the club’s sign, relentlessly
flashing overhead. The night closed around him as he walked down the
gritty broken sidewalk. There weren’t many who’d walk
down these streets alone, but then Jax wasn’t just anyone.
Being a werewolf, even when the moon wasn’t full, gave him
confidence and strength that no mortal would ever possess.

But
it didn’t always give him common sense. He’d come this
close to taking that girl with him, back to his house, to his den.
Taking her almost any place where he could have torn off her clothes
and taken her. His body still ached, his erection slow to fade from
her touch, her kiss, her incredible scent.

But
he hadn’t. He stopped at the corner, leaning against an
abandoned and shuttered building, the bricks rough against his arm,
wondering just what the hell he was playing with. She wasn’t
the one, couldn’t be the one, not the girl he wanted for his
mate, and definitely not the kind of girl the alpha male would bring
back to the pack.

He
ran a hand across his face, suddenly tired. Tired of the search for a
mate, tired of the pack’s restlessness, of their waiting for
him to take control. And that was no attitude for an alpha male to
have. And certainly not one to show to his pack.

The
moon was two nights from full and he could already sense its pull,
its control over him. The restless feeling was there, as if the skin
on his body was too small to contain his muscles and bones, as if
they were already shifting into the creature that he became each full
moon.