Craving the Alpha: Part Five: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers Book 5)

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disappointment.
    “Now,” said Dorian, turning his attention back towards me, “I want to show you around the area, and to our cabin. I think you will come to love it here.”
    Suddenly, the pressure of everything came to a head. Though I had tried to stay calm, I just couldn’t hold back any longer. “No!” I screamed. “I need to know where Markus is. Is he alive?” I just couldn’t imagine they had killed him, but who knew what these evil men were capable of.
    I pushed past Dorian and Kincaid and tried to make a run for the door. I don’t know how I thought I could get past three burly men, but somehow my body and heart had to try. But, I was easy pickings for the men. Troy grabbed me with one hand and held me closely as I struggled and screamed.
    “Really, Dorian, you need to teach this bitch who’s the boss.”
    “I think she needs to sleep some more,” Dorian said. “Maybe another restful night will calm her down.” He walked over to the metal cabinet and pulled a ring of keys out from his pocket. He unlocked one of the drawers and pulled out another large syringe.
     
     

CHAPTER TWO
     
    “The last time you slept too long. I am just giving you half this time.” Dorian said as he eyed the needle. He pulled an alcohol swab out of the drawer, and in one quick motion, swiped it on my arm. I did not have time to protest before he stabbed the needle into my skin.
    “Dorian, I, I…”
    “It’s too late now, Kristen. Next time, maybe you won’t be so hasty to act like such a bitch.”
    I started to say something, but there was nothing I could say. I was already injected. I sat down quietly on the edge of the bed and watched as Dorian shut the drawer he had taken the syringe from. He locked the drawer, and then double checked to make sure it was secured. One by one he checked the rest of the drawers also, pausing on the third drawer down.
    “I will be going away for a few days with Troy. Kincaid, McGreevy and the others will be watching you. Play nice Kristen, or there will be more of these.” He held up the remainder of the shot and tossed it in the trash.
    The injection was making me drowsy, and though I tried hard to stay awake, I could feel myself drifting. I heard noise as the men left the room, and I curled up on the bed, closing my eyes…
    I am wearing a skimpy white tank top and form fitting jeans as I step out on the platform. Bright lights are focused on me, but it is very dark off stage and I can’t see who is in the audience. Sal from Slice of the Pie, shouts out to me from a corner of the stage. “Start dancing or you’re fired!” I can’t see him, but I can just imagine him drawing the edge of his hand along his throat like he was chopping a head off. “I’ll be at the bar,” he adds.” Do what you are supposed to do—dance and don’t forget to strip!”
    Strip? Am I supposed to do a strip tease?
    The music starts with a sexy song—not too fast, not too slow, a little raunchy. My body begins to sway to the beat. I am so self-conscious. Not only am I in the spotlight, but I am sure every part of my body is jiggling. I move a little faster and I try to focus on how I feel, not what I look like. Think about the music Kristen.
    “Yeah, baby,” I hear a growly voice call out.
    Markus! I am so relieved. It’s still embarrassing, but so much less, knowing he is the one watching. I continue to dance to the beat, awkwardly at first, but find my rhythm. Slowly, I pull my tank over my head, revealing my tiny red peek a boo bra. My creamy breasts are spilling over the cups and I bend forward to give him even more of a view. I swing my hair right and left, the long strands whipping through the air.
    The music picks up and I am getting into it now. His oohs of appreciation encourage me to let myself go, and I do; dancing slowly and suggestively, teasing him with my dips and swirls. I feel my inhibitions drop as my excitement takes over.
    I unbutton my jeans and pull them down an inch or

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