Chapter 17
Quanah
Fuck, fuck, fuck! It could only be a spell; that was the only explanation for losing my mind whenever I got close to that girl.
Damn woman! Luckily, Denah showed up at the right time, pulling me out of there before I tore off those thin pants and buried myself inside her.
The scent of her desire was intoxicating, but the smell of her climax drove me even more insane. The last thing I needed now was the damn smell of her cum lingering on me.
“What did you want with me, Denah?” I growled, trying not to think about her.
Those flushed cheeks after coming, speckled with her freckles, her full lips parting and moaning my name.
Fucking girl!
“The club’s open, and your brother’s at the door, stopping anyone from coming in.”
It had to be him, the buzzkill. As if it wasn’t enough that he shoved that damn witch into my bed, he also wanted to stop me from living.
“Let’s put an end to this. I want to start having fun already!”
“I thought you were already doing that, boss, with the redhead.” He laughed, and my fists clenched involuntarily. “Could hear her moans from the end of the hallway.”
I turned immediately, catching him off guard. His body bumped into mine, and he stepped back, face-to-face with me.
“Anything else I need to know?”
“No, sir… I…”
“I may not want that witch here, but she’s still carrying my child in her womb!” I felt my fingers crack with the effort it took not to punch one of my trusted men in the face.
I shouldn’t care, but this was the second time today I felt this fury inside me when someone talked about her or touched her.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now let’s deal with him!” I did my best to sound calmer as we took the elevator.
The line outside the club kept growing while Peta held the door shut, arms crossed and a sour look on his face—his natural expression. It didn’t affect me anymore, but to those around him, he was terrifying.
“What the hell’s in your head? Opening for business is the same as putting everyone here in danger!” he said as I got close.
“And you expect me to sit still, locked up, waiting for another attack?”
“If that demonic thing attacked on the street in broad daylight, do you really think it wouldn’t come in here and kill all these people?”
“I don’t care about all these people, especially when we know it’s here for just one.”
It wasn’t a secret that the creature from the depths of hell was after Bridget. It wanted her, wanted my child. I knew it needed the curse to return; it had fed on its power all these years.
The hatred and all the magic the first witch poured into the curse would make it stronger.
Which led me to believe that every day the curse didn’t exist, it would grow weaker. We just needed to wait it out, and then it could be easily defeated.
“Then why decide to open? If you want to have fun and live your life without responsibilities, do it somewhere else.”
“This is my house. I didn’t tell you to bring the girl here. If you want to keep her safe, take on her protection personally.” I stepped closer, face-to-face with him. Our similar height let me look deep into his eyes—the eyes he inherited from our father, while I got our mother’s. “But don’t think I’ll stay locked up just because you want me to.”
He growled, about to retort, but my growl was louder, putting him in his place.
Peta might be my brother, but I was still the Alpha, and he owed me respect.
Finally, he realized I wouldn’t bend to his will and stormed off, stomping his feet, making the windows shake with his rage.
But I was used to his tantrums; he wasn’t going to convince me now.
Denah opened the doors, and I smiled as the line began with beautiful women, dressed the way I liked—minimal clothing, the less, the better.
“Let’s get to it. I want this place pumping!”
It didn’t take long for the DJ to get everyone moving. The dance floor was in full swing, the bar packed, and the VIP area filled with girls trying to catch attention to get in without paying.
I looked at the girls already around me—a blonde sitting on my lap, her round ass grinding against my cock to the rhythm of the music, and a brunette perched on the armrest, stroking my hair with her hand, her nails scraping my scalp.
But none of it was exciting me. I kept looking side to side, searching for something, even though I had no idea what I was looking for.
“How about we go to your room?” the blonde whispered in my ear, purring deliberately in a way I found annoying, but she was hot, so I let it slide.
I considered taking her upstairs, ripping off that mini dress, and finding out she was naked underneath. I could shove my cock in her mouth, let her suck me until I forgot my name, then bury myself inside her.
But none of my thoughts sparked any desire. I could’ve been in a boring meeting, and it wouldn’t have made a difference at this point.
“Me and my friend can take you to another world,” the brunette said, kissing my jaw on the left side.
The two started tracing a path, kissing me until they reached my mouth. Then they both attacked, three lips and three tongues dueling. I got into their vibe and kissed them back, grabbing them both by the waist and thrusting my tongue into one’s mouth, fucking it with my tongue, feeling their caresses grow bolder, before doing the same with the other.
I heard the sound of something breaking in the background and some laughter, but none of it mattered as I focused on the two women.
One of them slid her hand to my belt, and the other slipped her delicate hand into my pants.
“Let’s get out of here,” I growled, standing and carrying both of them out.
As we reached the dance floor, I lifted both their bodies, each held by one arm. It was the only way to cross the crowd quickly, carrying them like that.
“You’re really strong!”
“We’ve heard stories about how you are in bed.”
“Insatiable! Wild!” One finished the other’s sentence as I scanned their bodies from head to toe.
“I want to see how you handle two!” Her wicked smile, with lips painted bright red, was directed at me.
“That won’t be hard.” I pulled them both against my chest the moment the elevator door opened.