Raul

Three months I’ve been hard for this human.

I know, woe is me, right? Try telling that to my cock when she’s up on that box in her miniscule shorts doing her little go-go dance for all the patrons of my Alpha’s nightclub.

Mina. The red-headed dynamo who single-handedly transformed Eclipse into the happening place in Tucson on Saturday nights.

And right now some asshole just put his hands on her thighs.

I shove my way through the nightclub, ready to pound skulls. Lucky for me —unlucky for the handsy asshole—that’s my job.

Heat comes off the crowd in waves. The music thumps. The clubbers part to make room for my hulking frame. I carry two hundred and twenty pounds of solid, tattooed muscle. Not many try to mess with me or any of the other bouncers at Eclipse.

We don’t even have to pull out our shifter strength to show force.

Sean doesn’t appreciate his bouncers getting overly aggressive, but dialing it back is an impossibility for me when I see Mina’s annoyance at Handsy’s unrelenting come-on.

I shove my body between him and Mina’s go-go box and fold my arms over my chest, mostly to keep me from closing my fist around his fragile human neck.

“Whoa, whoa!” He throws his offending palms up with an affronted air, like I’m overreacting.

“Hands off the dancers. You do it again, you’re eighty-sixed.”

“O-kay. Jeez. I was just saying hello.”

“You want to argue with me?” I challenge. Of course I’m pretty much dying for him to say yes, because wiping that attitude off his face would almost be as satisfying as receiving the grateful look Mina’s sending my way.

Come on into the storeroom after closing and I’ll let you thank me properly. I wish. Not that she hasn’t given me the signals. Not that I haven’t fucked at

least a hundred human girls in that storeroom since Eclipse opened.

But I’m a little too hot for her.

And humans are off-limits for relationships. At least they were before Sean decided to mate one.

Besides, she’s totally out of my league.

Fresh-faced and passionate, she’s a dance major from the University. She couldn’t be more clean-cut and innocent.

Meanwhile, I’m motorcycles and tattoos.

And a shifter.

Definitely not the right guy for her. And if I fucked that hot little body? I’d ruin her for everyone else.

Not to sound conceited about my abilities, but I pay attention to what a girl likes. I’m over-the-top rough and dominant, but I never force, never harm. I just coax their surrender and show them the way of the wolf.

Trey calls it Raulizing. Once a girl’s had a taste, she keeps coming back for more. And then I have to end things, feelings get hurt. Something Mina never deserves.

Handsy backs away, smarter than he acted at first. “No, man. I’m not arguing. Sheesh.” He shakes his head as he turns and ducks away into the crowd.

I look up at Mina. “You okay, baby?”

Fuck if she doesn’t run her fingers over my closely cropped hair, her wide smile revealing one deep dimple. “Thank you,” she shouts over the music. “You’re my knight in shining armor!”

The music shifts to Lady Gaga’s latest hit. Mina jumps up and down, clearly thrilled with the DJ’s choice. “Woohoo!”

I stay, grinning up at her like an idiot, because this girl draws me like a magnet.

I see the glint of excitement in her eyes right before she launches herself at me. Straddling one shoulder, she pumps her fist in the air.

Holy Mother of God. My hand snaps up to her back to hold her in place as she fucking rocks her pelvis, dancing on my shoulder.

At least I think she’s dancing. My brain tells me that’s what this activity is, but my cock is certain she’s begging to be fucked. Especially considering her

pussy is inches away from my face.

I sink my teeth into her inner thigh.

She screams and grips my head with both hands, which only makes my dick think she wants more.

Yeah, this isn’t going to work. If I don’t put her back down on that box now, my mouth is going to go to town on the little scrap of fabric standing between me and that sweet pussy of hers.

I duck down to lower my shoulder and reluctantly let her slide off, back to her perch. I can’t resist slapping that irresistible ass of hers before I turn and walk away.

I don’t look back—I can’t—but I’m satisfied knowing I left a good handprint on that bare flesh she’s been shaking for everyone tonight.

And seriously, I might have to tell her to come with her ass covered next week.

No. I can’t. Because:

A) The short shorts that only cover half a girl’s ass are in style. All the college girls are sporting them.

B) The go-go dancers and their delectable asses are part of why the club goes over-capacity every Saturday night. Sean would not approve of me making changes to their costumes. Not that we have any artistic license over their act.

It’s Mina’s show. Her brainchild, her proposal, her execution. She brought her crew of dancers and they make the place pop.

If only she didn’t leave me so blue-balled every time they performed.