Willow lets out a low growl as she swallows my soft whimper. Our lips move together in a heated but tender kiss. It has my mind buzzing and my blood pumping.
When we pull back, I look at her with pure need. I want more.
She gives me a smile, reaching up to brush her thumb against my lower lip. “That was perfect,” she murmurs.
“Yeah baby!” someone screams. “Take it all off. Let us see you shake that ass. Show us your fat cock.”
My eyes widen at the same time Willow’s do. Our heads snap toward the stage where Jude is still dancing. Two men stand at the end of the stage, laughing and looking very intoxicated.
Jude keeps dancing, but he shoots us a worried look.
“Oh fuck no,” Willow growls.
I’m on my feet in a second, Willow following after me.
“Hey!” Willow barks, grabbing both guys by the arms. They turn to face her and grin.
“Hey, pretty lady,” the black haired one slurs.
“Sit the fuck down and keep your derogatory words to yourself, before I force you to.”
Not gonna lie, seeing Willow go all alpha is fucking hot.
“What's wrong, pretty mama?” the other one with the brown hair says. “It’s a strip club. They’re here for our entertainment. If I want the omega to show me his fat cock, I think it’s only fair.” He gives her a sleazy smile.
The first guy looks at me and chuckles, “Hey, sweet thing. Let’s get out of here.”
I snort a laugh. “I’d rather swallow glass, thanks.” I give him my best sugary sweet smile.
His grin drops, anger seeping in.
“Don’t fucking look at her,” Willow warns. “Don’t look at either of them.”
“Shut the fuck up,” the brunette says. “Know your fucking place.”
My eyes widen and my hand reaches into my pocket, ready to grab my knife.
But before I get a chance to kill these fuckers in a place that’s not so easy to cover up, Atlas is behind them, a murderous look on his face.
“It’s time for you to leave.” His voice is low, controlled, but I know he’s just keeping himself together for the sake of the other customers and the dancers. He doesn’t want to scare them.
“Hey man, chill,” the black haired one says. “We’re just having fun. No need to get worked up about it.”
“Fun?” Atlas snarls. “No one thinks it’s fun to have vulgar things shouted at them while they’re trying to do their job. That's harassment. And I don’t fucking allow that in my club. I also don’t allow creeps like you fucking with my pack. That man up there”—Atlas points to Jude—“is my fucking omega.”
“You let your omega whore himself out?” the brunette snorts. “Some alpha you are.”
“You really need to know when to stop talking,” I snort a laugh, shaking my head.
“He is his own man. He can do whatever he wants with his body. And he’s not a whore. So shut the fuck up before I make you,” Atlas snarls. “And her”—Atlas points to me—“my woman.” Then he points to Willow. “Also, my woman. Disrespect them, and you deal with me. Now, get the fuck out of my club and never come back. Or else.”
“You know what, fuck this shit,” the black haired one says. “Let’s go.”
The two of them shove past Atlas, but Atlas sticks his foot out, tripping the guy and making him fall into his friend. The two of them fall to the ground, making everyone laugh.
I watch in amazement as they scramble to their feet, shooting Atlas pissed off glares before making their way out of the place.
“You two okay?” Jude is off the stage and at our sides now.
