YM778.TV Chapter 57 - [Bonus ]A Place For Mistresses
It was a little past midnight. The city was full of life, even if it was Tuesday. It was normal for Norwich.
With a couple of million inhabitants, one could find an open pub or restaurant every hour. And people would look for fun, groceries, or transportation even in the brink of the night.
The bike stopped in the square, and the rider turned it off.
The city centre was one good place for a walk.
Samantha got off the bike and waited for that man to do the same. She took the helmet off and turned back to him. Her pout made him smirk, but she wasn\'t really upset.
She had asked him with all her charms to let her drive, but there was no way to convince him. After all, she could understand how a rider felt about his bike.
She wouldn\'t have allowed him to use hers either.
«Is this where you live?» he asked, noticing how Samantha walked certain steps.
«You won\'t know where I live,» she rebuked. «Are you coming or not?»
He sighed, starting to get annoyed by her resistance. They were mates. What was there to play hard to get?
«Listen, you little...»
«Little?» she giggled. «How old are you?»
«I don\'t understand! Why knowing my age is good, but my name is forbidden?»
«I don\'t want to get attached. We can\'t be together. I won\'t change my pack, and you\'re high-ranking in yours. Why complicate our lives?»
«Do you know what happens to those who reject their mates?» he inquired, crossing his arms.
«They live unhappily forever,» she replied.
She had seen it with her own eyes.
The man felt the tone, and he understood.
«Who is it that lives without a mate?» he inquired. «Is it your Alpha?»
Samantha winced, taken back.
«Why do you care?»
«I\'m just curious. You know what happens, yet you prefer that kind of pain to staying with me?»
«I don\'t even know you.»
«So what?»
«I am not abandoning my pack. Period. Are you willing to leave yours?»
«No, of course not.»
«Then, we have no future.»
He nodded, realising what she was referring to. The lust had clouded his judgement for a moment.
«Then, what are we going to do?»
«Deal with the symptoms,» she sighed. «The illness can\'t be healed. But we can find a way to make it... ehm, tolerable?»
«Sure,» he said. «Show me your worst.»
She grabbed his hand again, and they walked on the main road until reaching a five-star hotel. She left him waiting near the door while she checked in.
«We have till tomorrow,» she said once back. «This place ensures privacy. It\'s where the most secretive of businessmen bring their mistresses.»
«That\'s exactly how I feel right now,» the man mumbled.
He then realised something.
«How do you even know where people bring mistresses?»
«I was invited here a couple of times,» she chuckled.
«And did you accept?»
She showed him the way while glaring at his curious expression.
«Why should I tell you?»
«Because I asked.»
«Do you always get an answer to your questions?»
He smirked, taking a longer step to reach her ear.
«Depends on how nicely I ask.»
She thrilled when his breath hit her ear. It was amazing how he could be hesitant one second and player the next.
He stole the key from her hands and proceeded in front of her, settled on making her chase him. He had worked hard enough for a single night.
He found the door and opened it, following Samantha with his eyes.
She didn\'t want to know his name. He had to pretend he didn\'t know hers as well.
«What shall I call you, then? Mysterious girl? Mistress?» He smirked, observing her figure as she crossed the door and closed it behind his back. «Honey?»
«You can call me Miss Trouble, Mr Rider.»
«Mr Rider?»
He lifted an eyebrow, his lips fighting against yet another smirk.
«You have a bike, don\'t you? I was planning to drag you behind the club and have my way, but then I saw it and... well, here we are.»
«So, my bike earned me a comfier bed.»
«It earned you a bed at all, Mr Rider.»
«You\'re so bad at choosing names. Just so you know it.»
He undid the first button of her shirt, using a single finger and looking her in the eye.
«But you don\'t need to be so polite. You can drop the Mister. And I will call you Trouble.»
Samantha smiled back. His fingers moved down to the second button while she took a step forward and pressed her lips on his.
She pulled his t-shirt, walking back to the bed. On the way, he lost his jacket and Samantha her shirt.
When they fell on the bed, her bra was unzipped and flew away. His mouth gripped her nipple and teased, making her moan in surprise. She was still getting ready for the thought of having sex with a stranger. She wasn\'t expecting him to be already making his moves.
His hand slipped on her back and inside her trousers, wrapping her butt and squeezing. She arched her back as a reaction, pushing her breast against his face even more.
In just a couple of seconds, she had lost control over the situation. She couldn\'t allow it! Her pride as a wolf wouldn\'t have survived if she just accepted everything so passively.
She growled, pushing and overturning him. She straddled him, her eyes gleaming in the dark.
«Your clothes are in the way,» she said before tearing his shirt.
«Hey, hey,» he chuckled. «I understand your hurry, but I\'ll need clothes to go back.»
His complaints died out when Samantha\'s lips left a trace on his chest.
He let go of his grudge and forgot the torn t-shirt. He lay there, his arms wide open. There was no point in fighting it.
When had he become so weak? Letting a woman take charge.... Still, it seemed so sinfully promising.