Fight for Me

Later that night

The crowd is bustling in the large hall as they continue refilling their glasses with thousand-dollar champagnes stacked on countless tables throughout the glamoured-up hall. This is after all an exclusive party for only the classy and aristocratic members of society. Humans and supernaturals.

In other words, it’s a party for rich people to waste their money on, in the hopes of something exciting to brighten their boredom. -Like black market auctions, gaudy entertainment and splurging on overpriced alcohol.

This exclusive party is a world strictly behind closed doors and not for the uninvited.

Which is why Layla decided to come as one of the club girls. Which isn’t a difficult trick to pull, as long as you have all the right assets, preferably and teasingly on display, and of course representing quality at its best. Hence, the Versace dress she is currently killing in, if the hungry gazes of the doormen following her as she enters the upper level foyer are any indication of it.

Ever since her violation sessions with Blake, she has come to realize that being shy, conservative or even respectful are things that have no purpose in this world. In fact, it’s the confidence in oneself, your body and your sexuality that serves far more purposes. It’s just a means to an end after all. There is no use protecting something that can so easily be taken from you. Something whose meaning is irrelevant to the rest of the world.

Layla takes a deep breath as she stands assertively in front of the double doors waiting for the doormen to open, sure that they won’t question her presence. Which they don’t.

As the doors are opened for her entrance, she walks in with poise as the red dress outlines her shape with every step she takes, her long black hair flowing over one shoulder like a wave of silk, and her blue eyes are accentuated by the red feathered mask.

As she looks through the crowd, she can’t help but feel countless stares on her. Which oddly makes her feel powerful and in control, with a thrill rushing through her.

She straightens her back as she grabs a bottle of champagne with fireworks shooting from it from one of the passing waiters and makes her way to one of the small crowds of men in the far corner.

None of whom make any effort in hiding their lust filled gazes as they look her up and down. Their own masks doing little to hide it as well.

“Ready for the next round, gentlemen?” She says with a forced smile as she looks at her target, a man with blonde hair and green eyes. Esteban Torres.

A spoilt young alpha to-be. Used to spending his father's money and apparently making shady deals with the wrong kind of people.

But her smile quickly drops when she sees the cold look of the man sitting right beside him.

Refusing to break character, she walks deeper into their crowd and refills her target’s glass, making sure to give him full view of whatever can get his attention as she seductively bends over. She turns away from the angry man next to him, hoping he won’t recognize her if she’s so close.

Who is to say that he will know it’s me? I covered my scent. And I’m sure he won’t recognize me in this dress.

But the low growl from the side has her suddenly realizing, that she’s giving him a full view of her ass and its lacy design which gives the illusion that she may not be wearing any underwear. Not that the slit riding all the way up to her hip is not already giving that impression.

Though, she was definitely not going to come on a mission without wearing any underwear. But it was a hassle trying to find a thong that would work perfectly with this dress.

She takes a quick step back as she slowly straightens up, trying to put all her focus on her target.

“And where have they been keeping you all along, beautiful?” Esteban asks, staring at her plump red lips.

“I was getting ready just for you.” She says seductively as she plays with the tips of her hair, ultimately bringing the ogling men’s attention down to her cleavage, exposed by her low cut.

The glow in the men’s eyes let her know that all the men surrounding her in this crowd are shifters, -wolves, bears, and even a lion.

Mmh? I guess they’re expanding.

“Well I have a quick meeting.” He says as he downs his champagne and stands up, buttoning up his suit, followed by his entourage standing as well, ready to follow. “I’ll be back for you in a few.” He takes a step closer pulling her into his hold. He briefly grazes her lower lip with his thumb, looking at her in a hungry gaze. “Be ready for me then.”

He walks past her, with only two of the men following him.

Suddenly noticing all the stares on her again, she quickly makes her way out of the circling men, eager to get away from that angry stare she still feels on her back.

She hurriedly takes a long sip from the bottle in her hand and places it on of the tables as she continues to walk through the dancing crowd.

I should probably scope the place out, before I get down with this.

But a rough hand grabs her arm and spins her into a warm, but hard chest. Her reflexes has her fisting her hand and raising her knee. But her opponent is faster it seems. Or he just knows her too well.

He has her whole body pressed firmly against him, with an arm around her waist and the other holding her raised knee firmly against his hip. She’s breathless as her fist is basically gripping his suit, trying to stand steady.

Looking up into Nick’s hazel eyes through his plain mask, she sees that deep frown of his deepening.

Crap. He looks furious. He must know who I am then.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He says in a deep low growl, tightening his hold on her.

With the livid look in his eyes, she’s sure he probably wants to squeeze the life out of her right here. Which he probably has every right to. She’s certain that he knows now who she is, and what she’s probably here for.

This is going to certainly make things difficult.

“I think we both know the answer to that.” She tries to say calmly, as she’s still dangling against him on one leg.

“And you need them to eye-fuck you like that?” He grunts out in her face.

Though, Layla’s at a loss for words. Not sure if the anger in his eyes is for everything she’s done to him so far, or for something else.

“I was so ready to rip this fucking excuse of a dress off of you.” He lowers his head, his lips almost touching hers. She can’t help but hold her breath as he continues talking. “But then I’ll have to kill everyone here.”

She raises a brow, thinking she might understand the actual reason behind his anger.

She slips a hand up his shoulder and firmly onto the back of his neck as she gets comfortable on him. “Oh really. That would make my job here a whole lot easier.”

With a loud growl he suddenly releases her, but still maintains his closeness to her.

“What do you want from Esteban?” He almost shouts.

But seeing some of the dancing crowd looking at them curiously, Nick holds her close again and starts swaying their bodies to the loud and rowdy music.

Hesitant at first, Layla starts moving along with him as they continue talking.

“You know what I want from him.”

Ggrh. “I can’t let you do that.”

Is that why he’s here? Which reminds me, why didn’t that weasel at least tell me Nick was going to be here?

“I didn’t know you could dance.” She smirks at his annoyed look. “So are you here to play body guard, or to catch me?”

But he doesn’t answer, as he suddenly swings her out and spins her into a back hold. He hears her gasp which quickly turns into a soft giggle as she eagerly sways her hips with his and gently leans her head back onto his shoulder. He looks down at the tight dress hugging her swaying hips and her tempting cleavage.

I hate it when her scent is hidden. He angrily stares into her exposed neck, tempting him with what he knows it should smell like for him.

She glances up and can see him clenching his jaw and feel his hand fall very low on her stomach as he pulls her in tighter. Her breath hitches as the knot in her stomach clenches where the heat of his hand is touching her. And she's becoming painfully aware of something hard pushing up against her butt.

“So you’ve become a killer now?” He says in distaste as his breath fans her ear.

But she scowls as she turns in his hold. “Are you really judging me right now?” She can feel his hands curving into her lower back as he leans in wanting to say something. But she roughly pulls at his collar. “You know what,….that doesn’t even matter. Point is, Esteban will die tonight.”

“I can’t let that happen.” His face turns angry again.

“You can try to stop me. But I warn you now. It won’t be pretty.”

Hearing the seriousness in her voice, he looks into her eyes and confirms it when he sees her eyes giving its blue glow as a warning.

Before he can say something, she slips out of his hold and disappears through the crowd.

Fuck!! He rushes after her in the direction she went.

But he suddenly gets crowded by touchy girls wanting to dance with him too.

But a simple low and very deep growl has the female humans backing off real quick, as he lets his alpha authority flow off of him.