The Alpha's Mates: Generations: Luke Junior

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I didn't consider myself some kind of player though I new a lot of people did call me that behind my back. I liked women, I have liked them since I was a little kid. They are soft and sweet, but can be fiery and sassy. They can make you feel like superman or feel like the worse dog on the planet. I loved them in all their forms. I was one of those guys who let a girl slap me and I'll probably smile and tell her she's wonderful. It took an awful lot for me to dislike any woman. The woman standing in front of me I disliked, but she seemed to either not care or thought it didn't matter. I had been trying for the last ten minutes to get her off the Hyena property without just picking her up and tossing her off. I knew a lot of the other enforcers would but I didn't like to man handle women. I thought they deserved better than that but this one I was edging toward changing my mind.

"I want to see your alpha." She demanded again.

"And I told you alpha said to toss you out on your ass. Now I've always been one to try to treat women with respect but you've got to the count of ten to turn around and start walking or I'm going to pick you up by those stylish jeans and toss you out on your hot little ass." I saw that my compliment was heard but it was wiped away as she glared at me.

"You wouldn't dare."

"ONE."

"I want to see her. As an hyena I have a right to be seen by the hyena alpha."

"TWO."

"She knows me for god sake."

"That may be the problem. THREE."

"Stop counting. I'm not going anywhere.

"FOUR." She started tapping her foot.

"FIVE." Her hands dropped onto those well shaped hips.

"SIX." She heaved another sigh and the tapping increased.

"SEVEN."

"I'm not leaving."

"You will be. EIGHT."

"I've heard about you, you don't lay a hand on any woman."

"NINE."

"You won't throw me out it would go against what you believe."

"I don't harm women. This won't harm you. TEN." I took two steps grabbed hand fulls of hip and ass and threw her over my shoulder like a bag of potatoes. She squealed.

"Put me down."

"I will. Outside." I strode past the other enforcers who had watched the entire thing and hadn't lifted a finger to help. I strode toward the front gate. For a tall woman she didn't weigh anything at all really. She kicked the spike shoes on her feet so hard one popped off. I stopped and grabbed it never letting go of her.

"You put be down now."

"Not yet, we aren't at the gate." I slipped a hand further around her thigh and between her legs. I'd make her think of something else.

"What are you doing?"

"Well while you were yelling I kept wondering if you wore thongs or high cut. You seem more of the high cut kind of girl. Over the hips but still covering the goods so you'll look good if you take your clothes off. I'm trying to see if I can find out." I slid my hand over her ass. "No seam at all. Ooh, thongs after all. Bra to match I bet."

"That's none of your business."

"Hard not to think of it when your 'business' is next to my face."

"It wouldn't be if you put me down."