The Alpha Men's Secret Club 4: Intrigue: A Shockingly Hot BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance by Dawn Steele

he did not withdraw it. “They’re all coming back to me, Shamilar. Slowly but surely.”
    For the first time, he beheld a kind of fear in her eyes.
    He said, “I remember that night. The night of the rave.”
    He could see the sharp intake of her breath.
    He went on, “You came up to me and Kate. I introduced you, and then you asked to speak to me alone. I went with you behind the bushes.”
    The waiter came up again.
    “Are you ready to order, sir? Miss?” he said pleasantly.
    “Yes, we are,” Rust said, still in the same genial tone. “I’ll have the white asparagus with scallops for starters. And you?” He inquired this of Shamilar.
    “I . . . will have the salad,” she said, her complexion going pale.
    “Which salad would that be, Miss?” the waiter said. “The nicoise is particularly good today, or would you prefer the pumpkin and rocket salad?”
    “ I’ll have the nicoise.”
    “Very good. And for the main course?”
    Rust said, “Give me the ribeye. Rare, please.”
    “Rare, sir? Or would you rather have it medium rare?”
    “I only eat my steaks rare. Preferably bloody on the inside, thank you.” Rust rested his eyes on Shamilar’s face.
    “I . . . won’t have a main course, thank you,” she said.
    The waiter repeated their orders. “And would you like to have something to drink with that?”
    “Chianti . . . for both of us,” Rust said. “That will be all.”
    “Thank you, sir, Miss.” The waiter left.
    Rust and Shamilar were both left staring at each other.
    Rust said, “You asked me to give you a second chance. You loved me, you said. You wanted to be with me again. You wondered what I saw in Kate. To you, she was just an overweight coed. You did not spare your vitriol and disdain for her.”
    He paused.
    “That was when I saw you for what you really were, Shamilar.”
    “I love you, Rust,” she said desperately.
    “Yes, you told me that too the night we met. You told me you never stopped loving me. And when I spurned you . . . you tried to seduce me. We were both naked. The power of the place was thrumming in our veins. It was very easy to seduce anyone that night. And you so tried to do it with me.”
    Shamilar did not deny this.
    Rust went on, “You kissed me. Or tried to. When I pushed you away, you tried to kiss me again. You said, ‘Let me taste you one last time, and I will leave you alone with your milk cow’. I was incensed. But I am also a man, and I was buoyed by the raw sexual energy of Aaron Mitchell’s grounds. My cock was as stiff as a rod. And you took advantage of that.”
    Shamilar said, “You wanted me as much as I wanted you.”
    “Yes. Perhaps. But you knew my girlfriend was but twenty feet away.”
    “You were going to prostitute her to other men anyway.”
    “I was going to introduce her to other pleasures I was certain she would enjoy.” Rust’s voice had an edge to it. “I would never ask her to do anything she didn’t want to do.”
    “ That doesn’t obviate the fact that you wanted me.” There was more certainty in Shamilar’s tone now.
    Rust knew what she was thinking. This is what he wants to talk to me about. The memories of that night.
    He said, “ I was weak, perhaps. So I let you kiss me again. Then you went down to your knees. You wanted to pleasure me the way you knew I liked to be pleasured.”
    “I always did give you good head, Rust. Don’t you try to deny it.”
    “Oh, I won’t. You were down on your knees, and you took my cock in your mouth, like you used to. You said, ‘Let me hear you say that milk sop can do this better’. And so you sucked my cock.”
    “I sucked it well.”
    “Yes, you did. I will grant you that. You took all of it in your mouth.”
    “As only I can . . . without gagging.” She smiled. “I can take all of you down my throat.”
    “Yes, you can. I remember your tongue and lips closing in. You took me all the way in. You were quite rough. You might even have pulled out a few of my pubic