My mate saved me from a lap dance

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Chapter 4

~Violet~

“So, beautiful, what do you want to do before I leave?” Erick asked as he brushed my hair out of my face. I rested my head on his lap. We were in the lounge room watching T.V.

“Well… I want to know what you were doing in a strip club?” I questioned sitting up from his lap. I turned on my side crossing my legs over as I watched him, pretending to give him a playful pointed look.

"Err," Was Erick blushing? He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. I think that's a nervous habit of his.

“Hayden got engaged, so Tristan and I took him out. Tristan choose the strip club, not me!” He quickly defended raising his hands in the air. I giggled as I straddled his lap resting my hands around his neck so I could play with the back of his hair.

"Oh, really?" I questioned, pretending to not believe him. This should be fun...

"I swear on my life, Angel. Even if I wanted to lie, I couldn’t bring myself to do so. My wolf and I don't want to keep anything from you." Okay, he wasn't lying. That's good. I smiled at him.

"Good." I continued to trace patterns along the back of his head.

“Hey, what about you, why were you in the strip club on your birthday?” Erick questioned curiously.

“Sarah had dragged me along, well, actually, she refused to tell me until we were there.” I said smiling sweetly. Erick gently gripped my waist and pinned me down against the sofa gently, so he was on top. His eyes started to darken, showing his wolf had made a slight appearance.

“You better not have enjoyed the show...” He smirked, his voice turning slightly husky. There was a hint of a dangerous tone around it, but in a playful way.

“Hm…” I replied looking away with a smirk on my face. I tapped my chin with my fingers, pretending to think about it. Erick growled lowly making my head snap back to him.

“I’m joking, don’t worry!” I reassured him pulling him closer towards me.

He instantly obliged crashing his lips with my own. Silently, his hand crept up my shirt cupping my breast, which made me moan. Erick pulled away reluctantly, and rested his forehead against mine. He let out a huff.

‘I’m being called by Hayden,’ Erick spoke to me through our connection.