Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond
Chapter 0250

I was so entranced by that sensation that I didn't even give the bouncers a second glace...and I was inside the club without realising I had stepped inside.

"Nicely pulled off if I do say so myself. Thank you lads." Maya confidently smiles as the other girls break away from their pretend dates, heading in the direction of the bar.

I remain rooted to the spot, my body continuing to be mesmerised by his touch.

As soon as I break away, I regret it instantly...shaking my head in disbelief already deciding to order two drinks to break me out of this mental state of haziness. I've had crushes before..but this was borderline obsessive.

"Where are you going?" His hands grip my elbow pulling me back to him, those sparks returning once more.

"To get a drink."

His eyes roam over me, a hungry look in his eyes...like a predator and for once I'm quite excited to be the prey.

He walks me over to a quieter bar in the VIP section. I lean up against it, trying to act cool...as if I belong here in this club for over 25s. That I belong in this VIP section.

I find my friends in the distance, the group of males continuing to follow them around as they move from the bar to the seating area. Maya was right, they were the hottest girls here tonight, and judging by the jealous eyes of the other females in the club, the men we walked in with were the catch of the night.

"And for your friend?" I turn my head to find a female behind the bar only having eyes for my mystery man. Her expression turning to a resting bitch face when she glances briefly at me.

"Vodka orange." I grunt out, a level of jealousy hitting me.

This was absurd I had only just met with him, why did I think I had a right to dibs on him.

She spills my drink slightly as she passes it to me on the bar top as her eyes scowl into mine...stylish, real stylish of her.

He then places my hand back in his and walks me over to the dance floor, just as a R&B song fills the sound systems.

His hand snakes around my lower back as he takes a step closer into me, those eyes looking down at me from his great height. That hunger remaining in them.

My eyes dart to my friends that were eyeing me from their table, Maya giving me a triumph smile.

His closeness is incredibly intoxicating, not that I am all innocent...my hips are moving with perfect rhythm to the beat of the song.

His lips are by my temple, his breath fanning against my eyelashes. I look up, my heart thudding loudly within my chest as he bends his body down slightly before his lips crash into mine, claiming them.

I've never been kissed before. I always thought my first kiss would be soft, slow...but this was beyond my wildest dreams.

He had a thirst, a hunger...he was a master as he plunge his tongue within my mouth to taste every inch of me.

He wasn't a boy trying to be a man, he was a man...and he kissed like one.

I let my body sink into his, letting him control the kiss. Something deep within me told me I could trust him.

A commotion breaks our lips apart, my lungs grasping for much needed air. I search the club for potential danger to witness Maya being dragged to her feet by Uncle Jude's beta, Edmund.

The club's security staff rush over to aid the girls, before they realise who it is and start requesting to see ID's. Uncle Jude had connections with this club, Edmund most likely a regular in the accounts office.

"How many years are you under 25?" My hot kisser pulls me to the side, which works perfectly in hiding me from Edmund. Without my wolf yet, and not being a pack member, he won't be able to feel my exact location until he spots me. So hiding aside and being towered over works in my favour.

"A few..." My eyes cast off Maya before returning to my mystery man.

"What's your name?" I ask him as my hand lifts up to stroke the side of his face, only for him to catch it within his and lower it, shaking his head.

"Oh no, you don't get out of that one so easily. How many...5?"

That would make me 20, so no.

I look up at him with a slight apologetic look within my eyes.

"Fuck more?"

"9.."

""You're 16?"

"Age doesn't matter.." I take a step closer into him, trying to recreate that ernergtic buzz between us.

"Oh believe me...when I'm 26 and you are 16...that does matter."

I was the top of my class, I was the top female in my pack in combat training for my age....I have never felt young or not enough until this very moment. Almost sensing my deflated emotions, the pad of his thumb hooks under my chin, as he tilts my head up to look him in the eyes.

"I'm just too old for you."