Free Lycan Alpha Claim 3 by Tamara Rose Blodgett, Marata Eros

over and over. His hands move to cup my ass, and suddenly I'm not moving on my own. He's shifting my body against his stiff penis. My breasts are safely encased inside a nude bra that brushes his face as the friction of our clothed coupling intensifies. Thorn pants and gives a whispered shout that's somewhere between a hiss and a yell.
    I feel sick as I climb off him, a wet patch at his crotch spreading to his muscular thighs.
    I back away, shaking. The fine beginnings of a bruise blossom high on my thigh, and I shudder in revulsion.
    I wrap my black trench coat around the underwear he insisted was all I wear underneath it.
    Thorn asks softly, “Got it?”
    I nod. I so have it.
    And I never want it again.
    I flee as though the devil's at my back.

~ 5 ~
    Monday
     
    I watch the blinking cursor as it flashes above send. My finger hovers, my will along with it. I clench my eyes and tap the mouse with a decisive click. My RSVP floats into the ether to be received by Thorn or one of his lackeys.
    Tonight's my first night on the job. My new job.
    One grand per night whispers through my head.
    I'm exhausted. I worked a full day mending the wounds of others, forcing them toward wholeness. I paid for Mom's care for the first time in cash. I pretended not to notice as the receptionist paused when she took the rolled up money.
    Her eyes met mine. “Cash?”
    I still have the receipt in my purse. I think I'll frame it when this whole thing ends.
    If it ever does.
    I slowly walk to the “party room.” I know I've done all that I can to make myself desirable. Ty impresses on me the importance of the “mingle” period. These are men with tastes, he'd emphasized.
    I walk in, my ice-blue dress barely covering my rear. Little strings that end in silver beads sway and tickle the tops of my thighs. They cup my ass as I move in four-inch stilettos. The neckline is so low the top of my belly button peeks in and out like a teasing divot.
    The men turn as a new girl enters. I imagine their response is as instinctive as flowers turning their collective heads toward the sun. I know I've hit the mark when their conversation stops. Eyes greedily move over my form, missing nothing. Some eyes linger at my breasts, some my long legs, some caress the burnished gold of my hair under lights turned down so low they barely illuminate.
    One man never looks at my body but my eyes. They're worth a stare, hidden by a mask of small Swarovski crystals. Only the light gray of my irises show through the slits. My dark blonde lashes are hidden under deep chocolate mascara.
    “Two hundred for twenty minutes,” he says. He has deep black hair, a strong jaw, and eyes that might be a greenish-hazel if there was more light.
    Voices erupt, drowning his and I fluster, backing away.
    My masked eyes meet security.
    Just like Thorn promised, he interrupts the bidding frenzy with quietly spoken words. “Five hundred, and she's yours for the virgin session.”
    My eyes snap to his, thinking I've been discovered. But no, he simply means this is my first lap dance. Ever.
    My shoulders drop, and I relax a little.
    The man who said two hundred dollars nods at the security guard. Another man, complete in a tux and tails, brings a ticket on a silver tray, his eyes moving over me once.
    It's enough.
    I feel dirtier than when I arrived.
    The man with coal black hair holds out his hand, and I slip mine inside his. It's warm and dry.
    Other girls’ faces meet mine as I slide behind a door bearing the number one. I don't know who they are because they wear small masks as well.
    It's okay because I don't know who I am anymore.
     
    “I'm Jay,” he says as he loosens his tie.
    I stand there stupidly.
    He laughs and sits on a large chair. The plush burgundy faux suede hides a myriad of crimes.
    Like the one I'll commit.
    “Come here,” he commands in a low voice, his eyes burning into mine.
    I walk to him. The beads that made me feel sexy a half hour ago sting like many bugs biting