barely enough to cover the rent he shared with Brill for a tiny capsule apartment near the club. Even if Cinder indulged in a little extra freelance work, he’d never get anywhere. Cinder would be stuck in this hellhole for life.
It wasn’t that bad. Cinder loved to dance and he still had his heels.
“Yeah. Just be careful, Cinder.”
“Always, elf.” Cinder nodded to Jeb, who manned the stage’s hologram background effects and music.
“The usual?”
Cinder nodded. The blank screen on stage warped to the sultry, crimson and vermillion background of some desert planet Cinder had never been to, complete with a triple sunset and shady palm trees. Once the music boomed through the state-of-the-art surround sound speakers, Cinder began to strut on stage.
The sounds, thumps and yowls of the crowd fell away from his ears.
Despite how low Planet Kies ranked on the Ever-after Galaxy scale as a transit planet, the kind of place where commercial shuttles and merchant vessels passed through before moving on to bigger and better planets, Sulli’s club was the finest establishment on the dingy sphere.
Cinder had chosen the club because of its investment in their equipment in the first place. Besides, he was still under contract and he wasn’t going anywhere.
Cinder posed dramatically against the pole for a few seconds before he began to mount it, his legs twining around the brass. Credits were waved, piquing his interest, but Cinder schooled himself to follow his routine.
* * * *
Prince Char Charming, leader of Planet Woof, couldn’t take his eyes off the male stripper on stage. He’d seen Cinder’s face numerous times during his secret stalking missions and while skulking around the god-forsaken transit planet, but it was the first time he’d ever seen the man dance.
He watched each provocative sway of the stripper’s hips and devoured each seductive and playful wink. If Char had his way, those lovely long lashes would only flutter at him and he’d make sure only his eyes could feast on Cinder’s lovely, slender body.
Cinder, if Cinder was truly the stripper’s real name, sashayed on the stage, swaying to the music as if he couldn’t see or hear the rowdy crowd thrusting their credits at him.
“How about a private—” the miner beside Char was saying. It wasn’t purely reflex that drove his elbow into the man’s face, breaking the cretin’s nose. Cinder would be his . And very soon.
The miner looked like he was priming for a fight, but wisely backed away when he caught sight of Char’s eyes and bared teeth. Like all shifters of Planet Woof, he had bestial yellow eyes and very sharp teeth, and Char wouldn’t hesitate to use them if he needed to.
His beta and second-in-command, Gunter, was silent beside him. The man knew his leader had already made his choice and could do nothing to stop him.
“I’ll speak to the manager.”
Gunter returned by his side minutes later, just as Cinder was finishing his routine.
Char had a fine view of Cinder’s tight and gorgeous little ass as he gracefully swiped the credits tossed on stage. He couldn’t wait to get a hold of that ass.
Char withdrew his planet’s most revered treasure from the inner pocket of his coat.
There was none quite like it. The rules of his planet had handed down the sacred object from father to son, from one alpha to the next, so the current ruling alpha could present the treasure to his mate. Char was about to toss the family heirloom onto the stage of a dingy strip club, in the presence of a rowdy crowd, no less, but he knew his mate would catch it.
He’d seen the way Cinder cherished his favorite accessory. After weeks of careful observation, he also knew what a willful creature Cinder was. Damn, Char was getting horny just thinking about how he was going to bring his new mate to heel. He could feel his cock perking up in his tight leather trousers, straining demandingly against the material.
Calm down, wolf. Cinder isn’t
It wasn’t that bad. Cinder loved to dance and he still had his heels.
“Yeah. Just be careful, Cinder.”
“Always, elf.” Cinder nodded to Jeb, who manned the stage’s hologram background effects and music.
“The usual?”
Cinder nodded. The blank screen on stage warped to the sultry, crimson and vermillion background of some desert planet Cinder had never been to, complete with a triple sunset and shady palm trees. Once the music boomed through the state-of-the-art surround sound speakers, Cinder began to strut on stage.
The sounds, thumps and yowls of the crowd fell away from his ears.
Despite how low Planet Kies ranked on the Ever-after Galaxy scale as a transit planet, the kind of place where commercial shuttles and merchant vessels passed through before moving on to bigger and better planets, Sulli’s club was the finest establishment on the dingy sphere.
Cinder had chosen the club because of its investment in their equipment in the first place. Besides, he was still under contract and he wasn’t going anywhere.
Cinder posed dramatically against the pole for a few seconds before he began to mount it, his legs twining around the brass. Credits were waved, piquing his interest, but Cinder schooled himself to follow his routine.
* * * *
Prince Char Charming, leader of Planet Woof, couldn’t take his eyes off the male stripper on stage. He’d seen Cinder’s face numerous times during his secret stalking missions and while skulking around the god-forsaken transit planet, but it was the first time he’d ever seen the man dance.
He watched each provocative sway of the stripper’s hips and devoured each seductive and playful wink. If Char had his way, those lovely long lashes would only flutter at him and he’d make sure only his eyes could feast on Cinder’s lovely, slender body.
Cinder, if Cinder was truly the stripper’s real name, sashayed on the stage, swaying to the music as if he couldn’t see or hear the rowdy crowd thrusting their credits at him.
“How about a private—” the miner beside Char was saying. It wasn’t purely reflex that drove his elbow into the man’s face, breaking the cretin’s nose. Cinder would be his . And very soon.
The miner looked like he was priming for a fight, but wisely backed away when he caught sight of Char’s eyes and bared teeth. Like all shifters of Planet Woof, he had bestial yellow eyes and very sharp teeth, and Char wouldn’t hesitate to use them if he needed to.
His beta and second-in-command, Gunter, was silent beside him. The man knew his leader had already made his choice and could do nothing to stop him.
“I’ll speak to the manager.”
Gunter returned by his side minutes later, just as Cinder was finishing his routine.
Char had a fine view of Cinder’s tight and gorgeous little ass as he gracefully swiped the credits tossed on stage. He couldn’t wait to get a hold of that ass.
Char withdrew his planet’s most revered treasure from the inner pocket of his coat.
There was none quite like it. The rules of his planet had handed down the sacred object from father to son, from one alpha to the next, so the current ruling alpha could present the treasure to his mate. Char was about to toss the family heirloom onto the stage of a dingy strip club, in the presence of a rowdy crowd, no less, but he knew his mate would catch it.
He’d seen the way Cinder cherished his favorite accessory. After weeks of careful observation, he also knew what a willful creature Cinder was. Damn, Char was getting horny just thinking about how he was going to bring his new mate to heel. He could feel his cock perking up in his tight leather trousers, straining demandingly against the material.
Calm down, wolf. Cinder isn’t
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