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CHAPTERTHREE
Ain’t No Other Man
“Orlando?” the guy scoffs, turning around to face Beast and almost choking on his tongue when he gets a good look at the man who drives me insane.
“Yeah, you heard me. Take your motherfucking hands off of her. NOW!” Beast bellows, making the poor guy practically jump out of his skin and the people dancing nearby give us some space. I have to hold in a laugh, because despite how irritating Beast is, the look on Orlando’s— I mean,John’sface is priceless. Well, I think he’s called John, I couldn’t quite catch his name over the music.
“Woah!” John replies, letting me go and holding his hands up. “She didn’t say she had a boyfriend.”
“She? Who’s she, the cat’s fucking mother?” Beast grinds out, grabbing his scruff and getting in his face. The guy practically pisses himself.
“I meant Alice. Fuck, man. Sorry!”
“Alice?! Who the fuck is Alice?”
John peers over at me, and this time I can’t help but laugh. It breaks out of me like a bubble bursting. “Sorry, I wasn't about to give you my real name,” I say, biting down on another laugh as I point towards Beast. “You can see why, right?”
Beast narrows his eyes, then lets John go with a shove. “Get the fuck out of here. I catch you coming ontoAliceagain I’m gonna fuck you up so bad you’re gonna look more like one of those ugly fucking orcs than that pretty, long-haired fae boy.”
John shakes his head looking thoroughly confused and it’s only then I realise the connection—Beast thinks he looks like the actor Orlando Bloom—which causes another bout of laughter to burst out of me. I practically bend over in half, I’m laughing so hard. By the time I’ve calmed down enough to straighten up, Beast is staring at me, his thick arms crossed over his chest. A furious expression on his face.
“What the fuck is so funny?” he exclaims.
“You. You’re hysterical, do you know that?”
“Yeah I’m full of laughs. Now get your shit and let’s go!”
I cock my head and pretend to think about it, then smile. “No, I don’t think I will.”
Beast’s top lip curls up in a snarl that is way too sexy to be intimidating. “You don’t have a choice. Do as you’re told.”
I roll my eyes ready to cuss him out some more when the DJ starts playingAin’t No Other Manby Christina Aguilera. The girl knows how to write a mean arse song, and her voice? Pure fucking sex.
“I came here to dance. So I’m dancing,” I retort, then turn my back to Beast, bend my knees and drop it like it’s hot.
“Princess!” I hear him warn, but it only spurns me on as I push back upwards, raise my hands in the air and dance, shaking my arse right in his crotch.
This song is about a woman claiming her power,andher man, and that’s exactly how I feel in the moment, even though I have no right to. Beast isn’t mine, but I can’t deny that I want him to be. I have for a while now. Maybe it’s the several shots of vodka I’ve knocked back, or maybe I’m digging the way he handled that guy just now. Either way, I’m feeling suddenly confident in my ability to pull Beast despite what he said to me in the gym the other day.
“If you don’t stop wiggling your arse like that, I’m gonna have to take drastic action, Princess,” he says, his rumbling voice vibrating up my spine as my arse presses back against his crotch harder.
“Do you mean like this?” I ask sweetly, looking back up at him whilst doing my best impression of the strippers at Nine Lives, the club my dad owns. Those women know how to move their bodies to make men weak. There’s a power in that, and I respect them immensely for it even if it does piss me off that most of them have rubbed up against Beast in the same way,nakedand in his bedroom.
“Princess, I’m in no mood for your shit,” he grumbles, attempting to put space between us, but I just step back against him once more.
“Oh come on, dance with me. Why not let your hair down for once and loosen up a bit?”
“Loosening upisn’tthe fucking problem, Princess,” he growls, grabbing my arm and spinning me around to face him. I throw my hands up automatically to stop myself from colliding with his body. My fingers curl into his shirt as I glare up at him.
“Then whatisyour problem?” I snap, all the fun of the moment leaving me with a rush of anger.
“You,” he mutters, squeezing my arm a little too tightly.
Not that I care, because despite my anger, I want his hands on me. So I take a step closer towards him, not away. “This dickish behaviour is beginning to piss me the fuck off. You’re not like this with any other woman. What gives?”
“You ain’t special, Princess. If that’s what you’re getting at,” he argues.
“No? So leave then. Hud and Cal will drop me off at home.”
