The Mate I was sent to Kill

There was a stark difference between the Onyx nightclub and the club where I met with Ted.

From the polished leather seats, the mixed scent of expensive tobacco and high end perfume to the heavy drapery covering the stage where strippers whined and shook their assets.

I sat close to the bar, watching the bartender mix and serve drinks. I felt eyes boring into me and I glanced up.

A gorgeous man sitting at the far corner tipped his glass at me.

I reared back, surprised at the ferocity with which he watched me.

Fucking hell, maybe he was what my stone cold body needed for the night.

When he stood, a gasp escaped my lips. He was taller than I expected. Casually dressed in jeans and a plain t-shirt, he carried himself with a confidence that was far from simple.

I saw how the human girls pined and flaunted for his attention as he approached. But he never tore his gaze off me.

Good. I like. Extra points for him.

I sucked in a harsh breath when he reached me.

The man was gorgeous. There was no other word for it.

Muscular arms, chiseled jaw and gray orb eyes that gave way to what he was. A lycan.

I had an unspoken rule to never have anything to do with our kind. The last time i bedded a lycan, he looked at me like I had a contagious illness when he learned I was a rogue. So I stayed away as much as possible.

But I could twist my rules for today.

Just for tonight.

Beautiful," his deep rumbly voice washed over me. "I am Zephryy."

The name suited him.

He extended his hands and I took it. A tingle of electricity went through me. Surprised, I started to jerk back my hand but he held me firmly. "Call me Lily," I told him.

A single arch of his eyebrow indicated that he didn't believe that was my name. But he did not press.

Good, the guy had brains to go with the fine face. He would be a good lay.

I tapped my feet impatiently when he started to make small talk. "Do you want to fuck me?" I blurted.

His eye heated and he turned around, my hand still firmly clasped in his, he lead us to a private area blocked off by heavy blindings.

Then he turned down the hallway and used a key card that introduced us to a secluded room. Only then did he let me go.

Holding my gaze, he started to strip. His jeans came off first, then the shirt. He inched back and kicked off his shoes.

I held my breathe when his hand went into the waistband of his boxer briefs.

He dragged it down, exposing his cock.

I wasn't disappointed.

Huge and rightly curved, he was a beautiful male.

I didn't pay attention to the entertainment industry but I knew it would be filled with men like him. Damnit, he could be an artiste for all I knew.

I bit my lips and he groaned. Moisture beading around the head of his cock.

"Little bird you're killing me here," he groaned. "Let me see you."

I fiddled with my shorts, having cold feet all of a sudden.

"Little bird?"

I swallowed hard. "Let's switch off the light."

There was nothing in his gaze. Damnit, I hated that I couldn't read him.

"You do realize my eyesight works perfect in the dark, little wolf?"

I nodded. I wasn't self conscious neither was I one to be shy around a male, but I had scars that would scare him off. I wanted this.

His naked ass flexed as he prowled to the other side of the room. Then the room was plunged into total darkness.

I let out a sigh of relief and made off with my clothes. I was left in just my panties when he returned.

"Do you want me to help with that?" His voice was hoarse.

I nodded.

He came around me. His fingers brushed my back and slowly inched to my waist.

My breaths came in pants when he slid his hand around my waist and closed over the point where warmth pooled. He shifted my panties and ran a lazy finger through my sex.

A whimper escaped my lips. "Faster."

His eye glazed over. "I say how," he growled.

A trickle of arousal slid out of me. Even my wild side settled at the command in his voice.

What was wrong with me? I loved to be in charge. Again, I toyed with the idea of stopping it then.

Warm mouth closed over my nipple. I cried out, every thoughts of fleeing running out of my head.

He gently eased off my panties and leaned back. "I want to taste you."

He walked me backwards, lowering me to the edge of the bed. "Legs spread wide."

My bottom lip caught between my teeth. He was rattling me up real bad. I was used to control.

Just a night right?

I let my thighs fall apart.

"Fuck," he cussed. "Wet and ready aren't you?"

His fingers played with my wetness, spreading it over my lips.

I surprised myself by moaning aloud. I wasn't a talker in bed.

The moments his tongue closed over my mound. I cried aloud, my back bowing off the bed. It was nothing like I was used to. Even the one time I let Ted go down on me. It didn't feel as good.

Zephyryy's tongue dipped into me and he started eating at me with renewed gusto. Every thoughts of Ted flew out of my head.

My back bowed, my thighs trembling as the familiar pressure began to build.

"Damn. You're sweet," he mumbled. "And snug. Fuck, I can imagine how tight you'd be around my cock."

The pressure built faster, my heart raced with effort to hold it down. Hell, what would happen if the wildness under my veins got out?

"Let go, baby." Zephryy purred. "Don't fight it."

"No. Too much," I gasped. "You..you don't un-understand."

"Shh. Let go."

My body obeyed. The pressure unfurled from my belly spreading to every joint in my body.

I screamed, body quivering till it ebbed.

Zephryy didn't stop. He licked and sucked and slurped till I was falling over the cliff again.

When I came to, he was over me. His length inching slowly into me.

We both let out a groan when he filled me completely.

"Fuck, it must have been a while for you. Shit, you're tight," he said, setting a rhythm.

He changed his angle, bumping my clit and hitting a particular spot that made my eye roll to the back of my head. "Zephryy, Zeph. Ahh," I gasped. "I'm coming."

"Gods, you're beautiful," Zephryy purred. He drew out of me completely and went all the way in a single plunge.

When his head dipped to suck my nipples, I lost it.

"Fuck," I yelled, my toes curling. "Zephryy!. Fuck."

"Little bird, yeah!" I barely heard the sound of his own groan as he followed me over the edge.

His hands were firmly around me when all sense of reasoning returned. My heart pounded fast. I had to go, I needed to leave, but my muscles weren't responding.

Like he knew what was going on in my mind, his hand tightened around me. "Sleep, little bird," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek.