I had never given much thought into my scent match being a stripper. I never really thought much about another potential partner after Gwen. But given how much Valley’s face lights up when she dances, it’s impossible to not support her; even if she is dancing for other men.
Because at the root of it all, dancing is what gave Valley her freedom. It gave her the ability to support both her and Amity after she ran fromthe Andrews pack. It became more than just a way for her to live. It became a hobby. A place that she is able to interact with other women, a lot from situations like hers.
It's her sanctuary and it would be wrong to take that from her just because we don’t want other men to see her body.
My attention quickly turns from my thoughts as the scent of cherries hits me. Turning my head, I find my girl walking towards me. Her hair is up in a messy bun with a few strands framing her face.
Her outfit is simple; a singlet top and jean shorts with strappy flats, but she is still as beautiful as ever.
Fuck, she could wear a hessian sack and would still be the most beautiful person in the room.
Her face lights up when she sees me and makes her way over. From the corner of my eye, I find a few of the soldiers turning their heads and ogling her.
Immediately, I am on edge.
The moment Valley is within reach, I pull her into me, pulling her face to mine and drowning myself in all that is her.
We break away from each other eventually. She smiles up at me with a dazed look on her face–one that says she wants more. I chuckle, brushing one of the strands of hair from her face.
“Hey, baby,” I whisper.
She chuckles, shaking her head, “Hey, yourself. Putting on a show for your men are we? I didn’t expect you to be into voyeurism."
“When it comes to you, I’m into everything,” I tease but am forced to suck in a breath as Valley perfumes for me. Pulling her closer—something that is almost impossible—I bend down, my nose touching the side of her neck where her scent gland is.
It's the same spot I plan on putting my claiming bite so everyone can see that she is mine.
I breathe her in, feeling my eyes go dark as the oxygen in my lungs is overrun by the potency of her. It's addictive and certainly the beginning of my downfall but I can’t seem to find the will to care. Let me drown in her. I would die a happy Alpha.
Adding fuel to the fire, Valley rolls her body against mine. A groan escapes my throat as I grip her ass, pulling her into me even more.
Feeling eyes on the both of us, I lift my head finding our newest recruits staring at the two of us.
“Dismissed,” I growl, the sound instantly making the men and women jolt back to attention as they start to scramble.
“And,” I begin, my growl dropping a further octave until I sound otherworldy, “Next time any of you fucks make eyes at my girl, you will fucking lose them.”
The scent of fear sours the room and I can’t help but smile in glee as my promise hits its mark.
“Fuck,” Valley groans drawing my attention back too her. Her eyes have darkened with lust, her breath quickening as she sucks in oxygen.
“I didn’t think violence would ever turn me on like this,” she breathes. I chuckle darkly as I lift Valley up into my body. She yelps but wraps her legs and arms around me.
“I think it's time to introduce you to the darkside,” I whisper in her ear, chuckling as goosebumps travel over her skin.
Slamming the door open to the torture room beneath the warehouse, I walk straight towards the chains hanging from the ceiling.
Dropping Valley back to her feet, I find her arms, lifting them one by one to secure them in the chains.
She remains silent which is a good thing. I don’t think any words that I would have tried right now would be tangible. I am too worked up.
All because Valley is feeding my inner demons, even if she is doing it unknowingly.
I don’t really know what first drew my attention to the BDSM lifestyle. All I know is, I love the control it gives me. Knowing that you have that person at your mercy. Holding their pleasure over them until the time is right. And finally, watching as ecstasy floods them.
Once the chains are in place, I turn my attention to her clothes. Gripping the fabric at the centre of Valley’s chest, I rip the fabric apart and quickly snap the straps of both the singlet and the bra. With a quick snap of fingers, the latter falls to her feet, leaving her chest bare for me.
Even though I spent days with her naked, the thrill it gives me seeing her like this doesn’t fade. She is the woman of my dreams. So fucking beautiful, it becomes painful to look at her sometimes.
