Taming His Alpha Female

I can't and I won't

*Miranda’s POV*

I walked to the edge of the stage, looking into the pair of baby blues standing below, staring back at me. He looked delicious wearing a pair of faded grey jeans and a white t-shirt. His ash blonde hair, sweated, fell over his face. It made me want to run my fingers through his hair, pulling at the roots and exposing his neck, the damp sweaty skin covering his carotid. He looked up at me as I continued dancing, for him, knowing he could very well see up my short black dress. My heart drummed to Sean Paul as Temperature boomed from the tall speakers behind me. I ran my hands up my sides and into my hair, pushing my curls up as I swayed my body to the beat. Lowering to sit on my heels as I rolled me hips. Looking straight into his eyes I curled my finger, telling him to come closer. He smiles, a gorgeous boyish smile, his lips soft and juicy. I knew instantly that I needed those lips on me.

“So, are you going to make a move or not, big boy,” I whispered into his ear when he came closer. I stood again, pushing out by bum at I rose, thanking my DJ once more. I loved being naughty. I loved the power I had on the men around me. They couldn’t hurt me when I was the one calling the shots. Nothing made me feel as strong as I did when these tall and muscular s*x gods knelt to me, their queen, worshiping me, and at my mercy. He stretched out his arms, running his hands up my bare legs. His hands gripped the backs of my thighs as he held my legs to his chest, picking me up and off of the stage. He allowed me to slip through his arms and slide down his firm and muscular body until I stood in front of him.

“Big enough for you?” he smirked, knowing that I could feel his massive erection pushed against my navel.

“It’s hard to say without seeing it,” I said as I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around his neck. His baby blues were no longer blue, but darkened with lust as we moved to the music. Our bodies moving together. When his hands slid to my waist I caught them and pinned them to my hips with my own. My pulse rate increased as his fingers flexed into me. I dipped to my knees, my fingers catching on his belt before I rose, slowly. I started walking off the dance floor, my right hand gripping his buckle and pulling him along as Nelly Furtado sang Say It Right. And she was right, he didn’t mean anything to me, but he had what it took to set me free. I lead him to the men's room, and into a vacant cubicle, not caring who stared and fully aware of the smirking smile that was undoubtedly spread across his smug and sexy face.

When I closed the cubicle door behind us I said, “You want to f**k me, and I want you to. But understand two things... You either wrap it up or this show is wrapped up, secondly... you even try to sink those canines into my flesh, marking me, and I will cut your d**k right off.”

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled. I didn’t care if he took me seriously, the indemnity was signed in my mind, that box ticked, green light given. “My name is Sh-” I put my index finger on his soft and oh so yummy mouth.

“Shhhhh... Don’t tell me, I’m not interested in getting to know you. I am interesting in feeling you, tasting you.”

“You’re not like any woman I’ve ever met,” he breathed, mesmerized by the freebie I was offering.

“Oh, don’t you know it,” I said as I dropped my panties to the floor. He started undoing his belt and jeans with lightning speed, exposing himself to me. He was beautiful, a perfect creation, and my ticket to escaping a horrid day. His lips pressed to mine and I took his juicy lower lip into my mouth, sucking and running my tongue over the silky skin. He gripped my thighs and lifted me. Pressed me to the cool white subway tiles and I arched my back, pushing into him as I gasped. He kissed my neck, my clavicle, my shoulder... and I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips. His left hand settled on my buttock, holding me to him as his right hand pushed between my legs and slid his fingers into my already wet p***y. Oh goddess, it felt good to be touched.

“f**k me,” I breathed against the side of his cheek, “hard.” He obeyed by retracting his fingers and pushing his big c**k into me. My breathing hitched and my cheeks grew hot. I wanted him, violently, while the bass of the music vibrated the stall door and echoed to my core. I wanted him to f**k me while my red high heels pushed against the divider, and I wanted him to drive into me until pleasure and the race to orgasm were the only things on my mind. He filled me completely and thrust into me until my muscles quivered around his c**k. Sweat beaded on my skin, and his, when I screamed in ecstasy. It was quick, but it was just right. My hands were fisted in his hair while his face was buried in my chest, kissing and nipping at my skin. I took another deep breath before pushing away from him, allowing him to pull his c**k out of me. I bent down to pick up my discarded panties and stuffed them into his pocket.

“Well done,” I smiled mischievously, “you earned these.” I opened the stall door as he hurried to zip up his jeans, and started walking away.

“Wait!” he called out as he buckled his belt, “wait! I didn’t get your name!”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said, smiling to myself as I ran my fingers through my hair. I have always found it annoying that men’s bathrooms, especially in clubs, lacked the usefulness of mirrors.

“Miranda,” Warren exclaimed in surprise. I suppose he didn’t expect to find me in the men's room after ignoring his persistent calling all... freaking... day... His eyes suddenly darted to the stall behind me and I knew that poor John Doe was in deep s**t. I turned to see my stranger startled and in shock. I mouthed the words “I’m sorry,” but I doubt I really meant it as I walked out. The sound of fists colliding with flesh and doors slamming were drowned out as I walked onto the dance floor once more. Avicii sent my heart racing as Levels drummed over the sound system and bodies writhed all around me. Yellow, green and purple lights spread across the dancing crowd and the spring in my step had returned as my body moved to the beat. My arms lifted above my head as I swayed my hips with every step, the smoke danced around my ankles as I crossed the dance floor towards the bar when I felt a big strong hand grab me and spin me around. I turned to look Warren dead in the eye.

“Miranda! What the f**k?!” he shouted above the music’s loud drumming.

“What?” I asked, leaning in to challenge him, but he only stared at me. I saw my stranger, bloodied and bruised just like Warren, only to a greater degree, rushing uncoordinated toward us and tackle Warren unexpectedly. I sidestepped the mess and walked to the bar where Raoul held out a tumbled with my favorite drink, SoCo and lime.

“You’re a lifesaver,” I told him as I took the glass and downed its contents.

“I doubt they will be saying the same,” he gestured to the two men creating a scene on the dance floor.

“That’s my cue to go,” I rolled my eyes as I handed him the glass and rushed out the door, crashing into a pillar of muscle who held me to him so I didn’t fall.

I felt my wolf rise up inside me, practically wagging her tail and panting at the sight of the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid my eyes on. The music that was once loud and overpowering had faded away leaving me only to notice him and his golden brown eyes that seemed to look right into my soul. I knew then, without a shadow of a doubt, that I had found my mate... and he was to die for.

The feeling of excitement and joy was quickly replaced by one of nauseating fear. The last time I had found my mate he ended up rejecting me in the most horrible way, almost destroying me in the process. I can’t... I can’t go through that again... I won’t! I stepped back from him and saw his expression turn to one of concern. It almost broke my heart to put distance between us. Our surroundings came into focus again as I took another step away from him, toward the curb.