Grinding for the Coyote

by Serenity Snow

  After her first dance, Adalyn circulated on the floor doing a few lap dances. She had drinks with a customer before her second dance and then she headed to the dancers lounge for a break, glad Marjorie wasn’t here again tonight.

  “I guess Samarra got what she wanted last night,” Valerie drawled.

  Adalyn glanced in her direction before closing her eyes. She really wasn’t in the mood for cattiness tonight. Valerie was upset because Samarra hadn’t given her the time of day. Samarra probably guessed that Valerie wouldn’t go quietly when she broke up with her.

  The other woman laughed. “Not to the gentleman’s liking were you? I told you she didn’t think we were good enough for anything but sex.”

  “She didn’t think you were good enough for even that,” Adalyn told her coolly.

  Valerie sneered. “You think you’re special because that snotty asshole wants you? Let’s see if she still likes your face after this.” Valerie took a swing at her and nails seemed to elongate into claws.

  Adalyn’s eyes widened and she brought her hands up to protect her face and energy radiated out from her arms in a gentle wave to form a barrier between her and Valerie’s vicious attack. Valerie snarled and struck out again.

  “What the hell are you doing, Val?” Leah demanded. “Stop it.”

  Valerie ignored her and Adalyn took a step back as Valerie threw another punch. Anger rolled off her in waves and what sounded like a rumbled growl greeted her ears, drawing Adalyn back another step.

  Valerie’s body tensed. “I’m going to make you sorry you ever came here.” With that she launched herself at Adalyn and Adalyn caught a fleeting glimpse of an animal in her face before ducking to avoid her punch.

  “Valerie,” Adalyn cried and brought her arm up to block a blow palm open. A faint shimmer of energy drifted from her hand and pushed Valerie back.

  “Valerie!” The cold voice issued from the doorway, but Adalyn didn’t take her eyes from the other woman.

  Valerie ignored Mica and came at Adalyn again, eyes bright with rage. Mica was there this time grabbing Valerie around the waist.

  “You’re out of here, Valerie,” Mica told her. “Mallory will call you tomorrow and let you know if you’ll be welcome back.”

  “Get your hands off me asshole.” She glared at Adalyn and jerked free of Mica. “This isn’t over.” She took a step and Mica grabbed her arm. Valerie turned and swung on her.

  Mica caught her wrist. “Don’t make me put you on the floor, little girl,” she said icily. “Adalyn.” She jerked her head toward the door.

  Adalyn left the lounge very conscious of Valerie’s glare on her as she backed out of the room. Once she was on the floor, Marjorie caught her eye and signaled for her to come to her table. She ignored her answering another customer’s call instead.

  Adalyn went on like that all night knowing when she did make it back to her table Marjorie was going to make some kind of scene.

  “I’ve been calling you all night.”

  Marjorie’s voice was cold in her ear as she walked away from her last dance. She was getting tired and tips were only marginally better than last night’s. So, she was thinking of going home early.

  “I’ve been busy,” Adalyn answered as congenially as possible. Marjorie’s black eyes were cold as they sliced through her. Adalyn shivered and took a step back. Everything in her told her Marjorie was very dangerous.

  Marjorie grabbed her arm in a bruising grip. “You’re starting to piss me off,” she murmured.

  “I—”

  “I’m going to have to teach you your place,” she said coldly.

  “Let. Go. Of. Me.” Adalyn glared at her, her hands growing warm and her mind swirling with ways to get free.

  “When I get you out of this club, and I will catch you outside, I’m going to punish you good for your insolence.”

  “Come near me, and I’ll go to the police,” she said angrily.

  “And you’ll regret your impetuous decision.”

  A bouncer looked their way then, and Marjorie released her with what sounded like a low snarl. It raised the hairs on the back of her neck and reminded her of this afternoon.

  When she’d been with Samarra, she’d heard a similar sound except it had been low and warm as if with pleasure. It hadn’t frightened her. She’d been intrigued.

  “I’m going to take a crop to your ass and make you beg for release before I give it to you,” she said taking Adalyn’s arm again and Marjorie’s eyes glittered, promising violence not bliss.

  “Not in this lifetime,” Adalyn said and focused on Marjorie’s fingers. Marjorie jerked her hand back and Adalyn quickly stalked away, running into a hard body. She grunted and a firm hand curled around Adalyn’s arm to steady her.

  “Marigold,” Sydney said. Adalyn looked up at her. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. She hoped Sydney didn’t see anything to the contrary in her eyes.

  “Private dance in room three.”

  Marjorie growled again and Adalyn tensed as she looked over at the woman. Her black eyes were chips of ice. Her energy was wild and dangerous reminding Adalyn of Joelle.

  The animal she’d seen her become when she’d killed her husband was still fresh in her mind like it happened yesterday. How could it be otherwise when Joelle and her boyfriend had hunted her with every intention to kill her?

  Adalyn turned her gaze back on Sydney. “Thanks.” She hurried off the floor and into the corridor leading to the private rooms. The music was softer here and filtered through speakers. She hoped it was one of the regulars who tipped almost as well as Samarra.

  Adalyn stopped outside the door and drew in a breath and released it as she struggled to bring her rioting emotions under control.

  Adalyn swallowed tightly, hands shaking. She watched the Discovery Channel. She’d seen animals take down their prey and rip it apart. That’s what Marjorie made her feel like. She was terrified of what would happen if she ever found herself alone with her outside of this club.

  “Get in there,” she ordered herself. She reached for the handle. It was almost midnight. She’d call it a night after this since Samarra hadn’t wanted her to dance for her. Maybe she was waiting until after work.

  Her lips quirked into a smiled and she forced herself to turn the doorknob and step inside. She leaned against the door as her gaze fell on Samarra. She was standing next to the chair. Her heart skipped a beat.

  “It took you long enough to come in,” she commented coolly. “Has Marjorie been harassing you this evening?”

  “Why would you ask?” She asked trying to keep her tone light.

  “We’ll revoke her membership,” Samarra assured her quietly, a hard look in her eyes. “If she’s got you this rattled tonight, there’s no telling how much worse it will get,” she said.

  “Right. Tomorrow, but it’s not like you can protect me from her once I leave, she said and then cleared her throat.

  “I can protect you, Adalyn,” Samarra assured, steel in her tone. “But you need to tell me the truth. Is she a problem?”

  “No more than usual,” she said. She knew how those with money were. They stuck together. “Well. I should just do my job.”

  Samarra gave her an enigmatic look. “Yes, you should.”

  She sat down and Adalyn studied her wondering what she was up to.

  “Come on sweetheart, get me wet,” Samarra ordered. “Make me want to get myself off right here.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Adalyn frowned warily and backed up. What was Samarra up to?

  She almost didn’t care when Sam stood there looking so damned hot. Adalyn loved the way she’d revealed a hint of cleavage while still maintaining that masculine look that turned her on.

  “You look hot,” she ventured carefully and Sam’s lips pulled back in a slow smile. “Show me how turned on you are by me.”

  She caught the rhythm of the song and began to move. She banished everything from her mind intent only
on turning her lover on. The rest was fodder for another day.

  Adalyn relaxed and became one with the music. She allowed each beat to take her closer to Sam.

  She did a little shimmy and shake of her hips before her fingers went to the back where the zipper of her skirt was. She slowly dragged the zipper down its track without breaking eye contact. Her breath whooshed out of her at the pure lust that shone bright in Sam’s copper eyes.

  “Take it off, baby,” Samarra urged in a tone thick with arousal.

  Adalyn slowly pushed her skirt down, revealing black lace, crotchless briefs.

  “I should spank you for wearing something like that for other women,” Sam said raggedly.

  Adalyn stepped out of her skirt and kicked it aside. “Do you like them?” she asked, turning to give Samarra a back view of the assless panties.

  “Now, you’re just fucking with my head,” Sam said tightly.

  Adalyn couldn’t help smiling. She’d felt sexy in it before now she felt shamelessly brazen as she moved erotically. She glanced over her shoulder to meet smoldering eyes before sinuously executing a belly dance move called the figure eight. The dancer glided back with fluid grace and moved her hips in erotic circles before doing a booty pump.

  Adalyn turned and caressed her throat before allowing her hands to glide down to her breasts. She squeezed them.

  “Ooh yeah, darlin’,” Samarra murmured.

  She drew the fingers of one hand down over her stomach to rest between her legs.

  “Stroke yourself, baby,” Sam ordered.

  Adalyn squeezed her breast and pressed her fingers against her clit and moaned. Sam reached up before she could step out of reach and gave her top a jerk causing the snaps to pop free.

  The bra matched the panties—black see-through lace. The swath of fabric just covered the nipples leaving most of her mounds exposed.

  “Son of a bitch,” Samarra said in a ragged breath. “Baby what are you doing in that?”

  She’d donned the sensual set in the hopes of getting more tips, and it had worked to a degree.

  “Shaking my money-makers.” She squeezed her breasts and saw the heat in Sam’s eyes increase. She had to admit she felt powerful when women looked at her like that, but Samarra’s arousal made her feel incredibly sensual and desired.

  She straddled Sam and moved against her. The contact made her skin sizzle with need. Adalyn rolled her hips bringing her clit into contact with a bulge in Samarra’s pants.

  Adalyn gasped breathlessly from the lick of pleasure the toy sent shivering through her. She’d worn that damned strap-on.

  Why did she have to wear that delicious tool?

  It only made her cream her panties.

  Samarra’s hand went to Adalyn’s hip and curved over her ass. “I do love the way you move, Adalyn,” she murmured. “But you don’t work it like this for other women.”

  “Like what?” She caressed her hands over Sam’s shoulders as she rubbed her breasts against Sam’s.

  “Like a little wanton,” she said roughly. “Damn, I’m so wet right now.” She palmed the curve of Adalyn’s ass, shaped it.

  “You know the rules,” Adalyn said in a chastising tone. “Stop touching me like that.”

  Sam chuckled, sending shivers over her. Then, she leaned forward to whisper in Adalyn’s ear, “I want you.”

  “Sa—” She claimed Adalyn’s parted lips. Her tongue pushed demandingly into her mouth, plundering the hot, dark cavern.

  Adalyn groaned and shifted on her lap so she could grind the swollen, throbbing nubbin of her clit against Sam’s thigh. The friction felt so good, her juices gushed forth dampening her panties even more.

  Damn, she was so wet and needy. She wanted to grind against Sam until she exploded. The pressure of her arousal was intensified when Sam reached up and thrust her fingers into her hair and pulled it tight as she drew Adalyn’s head back.

  “God,” Adalyn cried as Sam drew her tongue over Adalyn’s throat and licked down to the hollow at its base. Sharp teeth lightly scraped and Adalyn’s pussy creamed.

  Adalyn groaned. Her head spun. She was dizzy, getting drunk off sensation.

  “Adalyn, you’re a delicious treat.” Sam played her fingers down the seam of Adalyn’s ass as she nuzzled her neck.

  “Please,” Adalyn pleaded. Her blood was a raging river of lava and the lust tearing through her scorched her, left her aching with need she couldn’t deny.

  Sam flicked her tongue over the faint mark on Adalyn’s neck. “Please, what?”

  “I need to come,” she pleaded.

  “Do you want me to make you come, baby?” Sam crooned. “I can do that.”

  “Yes, please,” Adalyn begged, trembling. Sam’s eyes were liquid copper set aflame by desire, and she wanted her even more.

  Adalyn swallowed tightly.

  “What do you want, darlin’?” Sam purred. “Do you want your woman to make you come?”

  She whimpered. “Sam,” she whispered desperately.

  “Tell me how you want me, Addy,” she ordered softly. “Do you want my fingers? The strap-on? Or do you want to just grind against me?”

  Adalyn trembled. The dildo would be quicker, and it would feel good too.

  “I want you inside me,” she said breathlessly.

  “Lift up a little sweetheart,” Sam ordered tightly.

  Adalyn pressed her knees into the chair and lifted her body off Sam. She watched her work the belt she wore open and unable to stop herself, she trailed a finger down the placket of Sam’s pants. The dildo was firm to the touch.

  “Open the zipper,” Sam commanded. “And take me.”

  With shaking fingers, Adalyn unzipped Sam’s pants and reached inside her briefs for the soft-skinned toy. She pulled it free and reached down with her other hand to pull the leg of her panties aside before sliding down onto the dildo.

  She shivered as it filled her slowly, the veins stroking the walls of her pussy increasing her pleasure. Her other lovers had never used a toy like this.

  “Damn, baby,” Samarra groaned. Sam clenched her fingers in Adalyn’s hips. “Bare your tits, Addy.”

  She tugged the long swaths of fabric aside to reveal her hard pink nipples to her lover’s greedy gaze. Sam lowered her head then to lick her collarbone before kissing the top of one mound.

  “Such pretty little tits you have,” Sam murmured. With one hand, she squeezed a firm breast, and then sucked the pink tip hard. “Mmm.” She ran her tongue around it and scraped it with her teeth before laving it.

  “Uh-ahh.” Adalyn arched her back to give Sam easier access. She pushed the fingers of one hand into Sam’s hair holding her head closer.

  Why couldn’t she fight this when she knew it could go nowhere but down a dead end street?

  Why didn’t she even have the will just the want for more?

  Sam lifted her head and licked over the other nipple. “Adalyn, say the words,” she said through clenched teeth. “My control is almost nonexistent when it comes to you. Tell me what you need.”

  “You. I want you to not stop.”

  Sam gripped Adalyn’s hips and drove up into her sending the dildo deep inside her. Adalyn hissed. The thick girth parted tight tissues, stroking sensitive nerve endings bringing with it a bite of pain.

  Breathing hard, she looked down at Sam. She was filled with her. The feeling was delicious and that she was looking into a woman’s touching a woman’s skin made it incredible. She caressed Samarra’s jaw.

  Adalyn put her hands on the back of the chair and rolled her hips. “I’m trusting you to be faithful to me for this time we’re together.”

  “I haven’t wanted another woman since the first night you danced for me.” Sam kissed her softly and gripped Adalyn’s hips tighter as Adalyn lifted and lowered on her lap.

  “Keep it that way,” she said in a commanding tone. She wanted all of Samarra. At the same time, Adalyn was willing to give the same in return even though this brief fling was
going to burn her to her soul and leave her in ashes when it was over.

  Sam groaned and thrust up meeting her strokes with hungry fervor. Adalyn moved her hips erotically, her clit hitting the dildo at just the right angle.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” Sam rasped.

  Adalyn arched into Sam moaning roughly as her body burned like a wildfire, out of control and bright.

  “Yes!” Adalyn cried.

  Each stroke felt so good it brought her closer to coming apart and she wanted more.

  “Samarra!” she said her name roughly. “Damn I can’t get enough.”

  Adalyn panted and picked up the pace. Her hunger made her movements frantic now. She felt as if she were drowning in the pleasure as it washed over her, taking her under like a strong undertow.

  “Oh my god!” she screamed. She clenched her fingers in Sam’s shirt. The veins of the dildo caressed her pussy, intensifying her pleasure.

  Sam held her still as she thrust into her. The strokes were powerful, decadent slices of delectation burned through her with a hint of pain. She threw her head back and ground on Sam hard as she raced toward climax.

  “Son of a bitch,” Sam cried and thrust up hard as Adalyn slammed down on her.

  Adalyn let out a keening cry and Samarra growled as they came in unison.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sam held Adalyn’s trembling form as their breathing, heavy and hard, was the only sound in the room. At least for several moments and then to her surprise, Adalyn snuggled closer and made a small sound like a growl-purr. It was a sound of contentment that she knew well.

  Adalyn nuzzled the side of Samarra’s neck with her nose and sighed. She tightened her hold knowing instinctively Adalyn wasn’t just seeking affection in the afterglow.

  She was seeking assurance in her partner’s satisfaction and showing her trust in her more dominant lover. An omega or pup just knew the alpha member of the pack would protect them, shelter them, and be there for them. As a result, the omegas gave their submission without question. That was what was happening now.

  “Are you okay?” Sam asked.

  “Not really,” Adalyn murmured.

  “Regrets?” Sam asked carefully. Adalyn probably had no idea she was surrendering part of herself to her. On top of that, her life was about to change in a major way especially since Sam couldn’t walk away from her despite her fears.