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How had he moved her when I couldn’t?

“Don’t you ever question my order again or you won’t like the consequences.”

Cellie glared up at him.

“Do you understand?” Soren snarled, making my cock and heart jerk.

Hot damn.

His voice really did sound sweet, exactly like I remembered it. Though, I swear the fucker got better-looking since that brief encounter.

Cellie stood and bowed. “Yes, Eminence. Sorry.”

Eminence?

What the fuck was up with that? Could it be because of the fact he owned and ruled over this sex joint?

Yeah, that had to be it.

Soren waved his hand toward her, shooing her away, before he turned all his attention to me. His smile had me swallowing hard as he smoothed a hand over his black silk shirt, which went well with his pale hair and dark gaze.

“Spade, you’re here.” His hips swayed, grabbing my gaze before I pulled my eyes up to his when he stopped in front of me. He brushed a finger over my cheek, jaw, and neck. “It’s such a pleasure to see you.”

Jesus Christ. I wanted to stuff my hand down his pants and take hold of my first cock.

Well, one that wasn’t my own.

Bet Riker would be damn proud of me for not freaking out at the thought of another man’s junk in my hand. Hell, I was.

CHAPTER TWO

Soren

His tantalizing scent drifted into me, making my mouth water and cock fatten. His attraction for me was heady. I wanted to bury my fangs and cock inside him at the same time, but I also desired to have him fuck me hard and fast while I drank from him.

“I’m sorry about that problem.” I raised my voice for the next part. It wasn’t by much, but enough that every monster in my club heard me. “No one will touch you without my permission again.”

I didn’t know what I’d been thinking when I’d invited him here instead of one of my other dance clubs, where unsuspecting humans frequented.

But I’d acted on instinct. The card, which had been in my pants pocket, had been in my hand before I’d even taken his.

His scent had called to me in ways I’d never felt before, and he’d simply appealed to me in a way no other had. My type were usually bitchy little things, but Spade was rough and hard.

A biker.

I’ve never been with one of them before.

My gaze went to the redness on his neck as I traced my fingertip over it. I wanted to rip Cellie’s hands off and shove them down her throat for touching him.

The need to act overtook me, but before I could turn, his palm wrapped around my wrist, stilling my movement, and I met his hard gaze.

His jaw clenched. “I’m fine. Next time I know I can be harder on a patron of yours to get them outta my face.” His hand dropped away, and I straightened.

“Yes, of course. But that will never happen again.”

He nodded. “If it does, I’ll deal with it.” His tone was tight with tension.

Had I annoyed him when I’d stepped in?