Mated for Revenge

The huge woman's equally huge palm crashed on her left cheek in a loud and resounding slap. Diana felt her body being hurdled towards the wall, but it was her legs that caused her to move towards the wall. She needed to hold onto something, she needed support, or she would fall and crash on the floor. She was certain the woman would step on her and bruise her face. Madam Chardonnay never showed anyone mercy. Whenever she was pissed - even by the slightest things - she made sure she dealt with anyone who had wronged her. And today, poor Diana had fallen into that trap. Diana plastered her palms on the wall and rested her right cheek on it. Tears burned at the corner of her eyes, but she would not let them flow. She refused to ever give anyone in the club the satisfaction of seeing her cry. The woman stomped to where she stood and dragged her by the strap of her bra. Diana turned to look at her unwillingly, and the woman dished her another slap on her right cheek. This time, the slap

Diana turned around slowly, and her wolf, Sapphire, growled within her. The silver wolf had never reacted to anyone's presence in such a way. What could possibly be different about…the two of them? Her wolf was reacting to the both brothers? She thought. Diana gulped her saliva hard, and pushed it down to her stomach. She was not a whore, she was far from it. But for some strange reasons, she had the dire need to be slutted out by the brothers. She wanted to be claimed by them - not one of them, but the both of them. She did not understand why she wanted the both of them. She noticed the man's green eyes on her. His brother kept his gaze straight and steady, boring holes into her skin with his fierce gaze. Diana did as she was instructed and turned around. It was a slow spin, she knew Madam Chardonnay had eyes everywhere. She wanted the woman to see that she was being desired by her two most important customers in the club. Diana made sure her ass jiggled when her spin was half

Xavier Herd stared longingly at the girl. He had not been able to take his eyes off her since he set sights on her in the club.her round and soft ass, round breasts and hard pink nipples. He wanted to fuck her silly from the moment he looked at her. He watched as she rose from the chair, her wet pussy had dropped juices all over his couch. His wolf had the strong desire to rush to the chair and sniff the evidence of her desire. He wanted to lick it off the chair, to taste her. Later, he swore he would mount her on his face and lick her pussy clean while she orgasmed and all over his face, and in his mouth. She knelt in front of his older brother like the dirty naughty splut she was. Her breasts continued to bounce, and her hard nipples stared at his brother, begging to be touched, slapped, sucked. He watched as Baron, his brother, held his dick up and smacked her right cheek with it. He swore he saw her eyes light up with want. Baron slapped his dick across her left cheek and smack

Diana allowed herself to fall to her knees. She did not take her eyes off the man's green ones, not even once. She placed her knees on the ground, still looking up at him. His dick stood hard in front of her face, and she knew what she was supposed to do. She did not wait for him to speak. Diana wrapped her left hand around his hard shaft and stroked him gently. She started slow and easy, taking her hand from the tip of his dick to the base, she massaged his balls with her right hand and smiled as she did so. Xavier watched her with a straight face. He could not ignore the electric currents that cascaded through him once his dick was wrapped in her hands. She stroked like she was a goddamn professional. She toyed with his balls while flashing him teasing smiles and eye contacts. But he did not have the time or patience to be teased by her. A deep scowl formed on his face, his jaw hardened and the veins on his forehead were now visible. "Don't fucking play with me. Suck it, now."

It is such a pity, Diana thought. She was honestly going to try and get the rest of the day without seeing or speaking to Jordan. After their last encounter where he had tactfully and skillfully humiliated her in front of the entire school, he was the last person she wanted to be speaking to. Yet, here he was. And with a deep scowl on his face as though she owed him anything. After what he had done to her, he was supposed to be on his knees and rendering apologies. But you did not apologize to someone you did not respect, and Jordan did not respect her…at all. No one liked or respected the stray wolf from the Redmoon pack. They only struggled to be nice to her, or tolerated her. Diana knew that she was going to have to speak to him either way. So, she straightened her stance, maintained her posture. She wore her thick coat of false confidence and took sturdy steps towards her table. She felt all eyes on her as she walked. Everyone knew that she was dating Jordan Bett, the son of