Forbidden Entanglement with Mafia Alpha

2: Scent

Faith introduced herself as Faye Moore.

She never used her real name during missions. Faye Moore was the name written on the fake I.D.'s given to her by the Special Missions Group under The New Order government.

If anyone working for Magnus Lawson (or the Head Alpha himself) decided to check her bag, wallet, or phone, that's the name they'd see attached with a photo of Faith's newly cut and bleached hair.

Faith had just taken the seat offered to her next to Magnus Lawson when a man with a leather eyepatch took Faith's tiny black purse from her without so much as an excuse me.

This werewolf was not in Magnus Lawson's file. He was either newly hired, or newly promoted to be in Magnus' inner circle.

Faith let out an indignant hey! but didn't move as the man rifled through her press powder, lipstick, fake home keys, and wallet where he looked for an I.D.

The man with the eyepatch gave both the I.D. and Faith long looks before turning to Magnus, nodding.

That, apparently, was a signal that everyone could relax again.

"Ms. Faye Moore," Magnus said, placing one arm behind her on the booth. It allowed Faith to see more of his bare chest, plus a peek at the tattoos that seemed to cover the entire left half of his torso, extending to his wrist. "Tell me why a human chooses to spend her evening in the Taste of Redemption of all places."

Faith began to tell the Head Alpha a cover story she'd agreed on with her handler.

She told Magnus that she had moved to Intershire City only a few months ago for work, and she was asked out by a beta who gave her the address to this place.

The rest of Magnus' men returned to their own conversations. As he listened to Faith, Magnus downed two shots of vodka straight.

"...and I'm pretty sure I just got stood up," Faith chuckled sadly, still playing the part of sad, lost human. "I was just going to use the restroom when that man followed me all the way here."

Magnus hummed in sympathy as he poured a shot of vodka for Faith without her asking. "I have no idea why any man in their right mind would set a date with you and not follow through."

Faith smiled sheepishly, pretending the compliment was unexpected. Magnus had a type, according to the file given to Faith. His past lovers usually had bright hair colors (either naturally or from a bottle), and they all dressed provocatively, hiding nothing from the Head Alpha's prying eyes.

"You're too nice." Faith reached for her shot glass with manicured fingernails. "How about you, sir? I don't think I've even asked your name yet."

"You can call me Magnus. But sir is alright too. Whichever you prefer." He smirked. There was a pleasant smoothness to Magnus' voice. Seated as close as they were, thighs pressing against one another, Faith could feel the heat radiating from the Head Alpha's body. "Though nobody's ever thought I was nice before."

Faith tilted her head, making her eyes doe-like and expressive. She was supposed to act naïve, so Magnus and his men would discredit her as just another girl willing to sleep with an alpha. "Really?"

Magnus raised a brow, nonverbally asking, What do you think?

Faith flashed him a sultry smile, changing the subject. "Okay, Magnus. Anything else? All I get is your name?"

He shrugged. "You already know I'm Head Alpha."

Faith hummed and took the shot of vodka, not having to fake the nose scrunch after she swallowed.

Her expression had, surprisingly, amused the Head Alpha. "Not a heavy drinker, I suppose?"

"I prefer cocktails." She could probably outdrink the majority of the men in this booth, even if they all happened to be werewolves, but that didn't mean Faith enjoyed the taste of straight alcohol.

Magnus poured himself another shot, then removed his arm from over Faith's shoulders to reach towards the table. He pulled out a cigarette from one of the many packs just scattered over the marble surface, then a lighter.

The Head Alpha placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit the tip. He inhaled and exhaled smoke, adding to the light haze already covering the air inside the booth.

"We could order you some cocktails," he told Faith.

Faith grinned easily, waiting for the Head Alpha to settle against the back of the seat again before she reached out with dainty but confident movements to pluck the newly-lit cigarette from Magnus' mouth, placing it against her own maroon-colored lips.

Magnus looked stunned. It was the most emotion Faith's seen on the Head Alpha's face so far. He watched as Faith took a puff of the tobacco smoke like a pro, before proceeding to blow it away from the Head Alpha's direction.

Like consuming alcohol, Faith was not fond of smoking either. But she knew the type of reaction her action would cause.

The mafia boss smirked at Faith, his gaze noticeably darkening. He found this side of Faith more intriguing. "I would have lit you one of those if you asked," Magnus murmured, arm encircling Faith's bare shoulders again. This time, his thumb traced her skin, barely grazing over it. Faith's entire side was pressed against Magnus', they were closer than before.

Faith took another puff, hating the taste of the cigarette smoke but not letting it show the slightest bit. She shrugged nonchalantly. "I'll give it back then." With two fingers, she held the cigarette stick, noting how her lips left a red mark on the butt. She then held it up to Magnus' mouth, smiling innocently at the mafia boss.

Magnus slowly wrapped his lips around the cigarette, his eyes never leaving Faith's.

Before Faith could think of a smooth way to strike up another topic, the Head Alpha suddenly placed his cigarette onto a crystal ashtray.

Without warning, he leaned closer to Faith's neck.

Faith blinked at the suddenness of the action, but she recovered quickly. She relaxed her shoulders, leaning her head backwards to give Magnus more room.

She felt his nose collide with the delicate skin of her throat before he heard him inhale deeply.

Faith tried not to swallow too noticeably. Faking the sultriness of her voice, Faith asked, "Find anything you like there, Head Alpha?"

She nearly flinched when Magnus moved his head again, this time his mouth came closer to Faith's ear, like that werewolf from the dance floor and that drunken man had done earlier.

"You don't know how f*****g good your scent is to me, Faye," Magnus growled lowly.

It sent tingles all over Faith's body.

After that, it didn't take long for Magnus to ask Faith if she wanted to leave with him.

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They made-out in the backseat of Magnus' car the entire way to his mansion. The Head Alpha's driver had put up the partition and blasted music, giving them as much privacy as necessary.

Magnus pulled Faith onto his lap and brought her closer with a large hand on her nape. His tongue licked into her mouth, and their kiss reflected how urgent and desperate Magnus was beginning to feel.

Faith made sure to return the enthusiasm, their tongues meeting in a wet slide, her arms wrapping around his neck. Magnus Lawson smelled shockingly good; not at all like those overpowering men's body sprays that Faith detested.

There was a woodsy cologne beneath the smell of liquor and smoke. Faith imagined if she were a werewolf, she'd like Magnus' natural scent as well. It allowed Faith to melt easily against the alpha's strong figure, the hem of her dress riding up as she properly straddled him. She ground her hips against him, feeling his building hardness, earning a pleased grunt.

They didn't go further than dry humping in the car. For the nearly thirty-minute drive, only the tempo of their kissing slowed down.

Magnus would pull away only to place wet kisses all over Faith's neck, sometimes simply placing his nose and mouth against her skin and inhaling deeply before letting out a groan or a curse.

Faith had never had an alpha react this strongly to her scent before.

She was half-tempted to ask what exactly Magnus compared her scent to, but the car slowed down to a stop.

Faith inhaled deeply at the sight of Magnus Lawson as she was still straddled over him; lips bitten red and shiny, pupils blown, hair ruffled and making him look s*x-crazed.

He smirked at her like he knew what she was thinking of.

Too bad Faith had to kill such a fine man in only a few hours.

They were at the mansion already. Faith knew the layout of the entire property, so she knew there was an entrance into the home from the underground garage. There were other expensive looking vehicles parked nearby, but Faith was whisked away by Magnus before she could comment on them.

Faith didn't get a good look at the inside of the mansion either. All she knew was that they were in the main foyer where two grand staircases leading to the second floor began. There were only a few lights open inside, because Magnus didn't waste time turning more of them on as he pulled Faith against him by the waist, their lips meeting again.

She felt him crouching without breaking the kiss. Then, his big, warm hands were behind her thighs. The Head Alpha lifted Faith effortlessly from the ground, her arms and legs wrapping around him without needing to be told.

Magnus pulled away from the kiss and put just enough space between their faces so he could ask, "You're a human. You're gonna be f****d by a werewolf tonight. A Head Alpha at that. If you have any issues with that, you have to tell me now. Because once we start, we're not stopping until I say so." The Head Alpha sounded winded, like he was trying to hold himself back from taking Faith right then and there, in the middle of his mansion's foyer.

Faith bit her lip. It was dizzying almost, to see and feel just how much the most dangerous alpha seemed to want her. Even if he didn't know who she really was, or what her true intentions were.

"I have no issues with that, Head Alpha."

Faith felt Magnus' pleased growl as it rumbled against her chest. It made her shiver, and she realized how wet her p***y already felt.

Though she had not forgotten what she was supposed to do tonight, Faith was only human. Her body was reacting naturally, turned on by the incredibly attractive alpha carrying her as he took her up one of the grand staircases without missing a step.

Faith kissed and sucked hickeys against Magnus Lawson's neck. She paid special attention to the side of Magnus' neck with the Red Flame Pack's tattoo. The Head Alpha had more black ink tattoos on his left hand, but the majority of them were hidden by the sleeve of his button-down.

They got to the top of the stairs when Magnus said, "You're lucky I find your scent so alluring."

The sentence had Faith leaning backwards, her arms and legs still wrapped around Magnus as the alpha did not stop walking. "What do you mean?"

Faith could not properly see Magnus' expression in the dim hallway. "I don't let just any woman I sleep with place their mouth on my neck."

Werewolves were sensitive about their necks. It differed for every werewolf, but alphas were most especially sensitive about their necks in and out of werewolf form.

Faith knew this, yet in her lust, the fact had slipped her mind.

If Magnus had been any other alpha, Faith would have been attacked by now.

"I'm so sorry. Should I... not do it again?"

He released one arm from Faith and reached forward to open the door.

When Magnus reached to open the light in his bedroom, he pressed Faith against the doorframe. Her body was trapped by Magnus' muscular body. The newly opened light hit the side of his face, and Faith saw the satisfied smirk on the alpha's face.

"I'll make an exception for you. Do as you like, Faye."