Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Runa POV

Without looking back I head straight to the female toilets where he is waiting by the sinks, a frown upon his face.

"You were longer than two minutes, I thought you had ditched me."

"Trust me, I'm worth the wait." I seductively coo back at him, locking the main toilet door before moving to the three separate cubicles to check we are fully alone.

"I did check them!" He huffs at me, most likely thinking this is a delay tactic...that I was having second thoughts.

A real man would give me that option, would use the words such as, "hey, we don't have to do this", but as I look into his lust filled eyes...he is no such man. "Just checking, you can never be sure who is watching in a place like this." "Well let's hurry up then, I do have a meeting..."

I smile out, batting my eyeslids at him. I don't remember agreeing to be paid for this, which would mean he could be commanding towards me...but as this was, what he thinks, an off the cuff hook up...he needed to learn some manners.

"Patience Alpha, I promise...you'll get what's coming to you." I tilt my head, smiling out to him as I push open the middle cubicle, it was the cleanest of the three.

I whip my head to the side, gesturing for him to follow me inside, and like a horny dog he follows.

I shudder as his lips move onto my neck, his tongue already licking at the most sensitive part as if I could ever be his.

His hands moving to cup my breasts over my clothing as he pushes me up against the cubicle wall.

space in here but I've been backed to smaller corners before, and I always make it out

over me as

before reaching for my waistband, starting to undo

my breath in the back of my

had him where I wanted him, just a few

push his mouth away from my neck, seeing his wolf coming

"It's been a while."

must has pack she-wolves fighting

time you won't

him back to

on the

least with the barman's necessity for

roam my body, let my finger tips tease him as I expose my taunt stomach as I lift

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my jeans, removing them whilst keeping my shin high boots

afford for them to come

turn around, coyly pulling my long dark brown hair over my shoulders to

matching black lace

since he had

was like putty in my