He bends to let his lips drag over my shoulder, the chill of his breath exciting my heated skin.
“I can assure you no man’s feelings for you are in question. Should he be worried about you being in a place like this?”
I turn to face him. The game we’re playing has grown old as my heart desires something a bit more real.
“Should I be worried to find him in a place like this when I’ve been waiting around for him to show up for three weeks?” I mumble, a slight bit of resentment finding its way into my undertones.
He smiles despite my anger, and then his lips find mine for the first time in so long. His incredible taste invades my mouth with his menacing tongue. He jerks my hips to him, and then he smiles behind the kiss before pulling back.
“I came back tonight, and I couldn’t reach you on your phone. Your brother told me you came here. He rather enjoyed delivering that bit of information.”
I’m sure he wanted you to think I was fucking around.
“So you’re not here for that?” he asks while staring down at my racy ensemble. “Because it would kill me if you were.”
Seriousness finds his last words, and my anger melts as I dissolve under those pale blue eyes.
“Hell no,” I scoff, feeling ridiculous now. “Simone is helping me find my hybrid. She’s trying to keep me from being uncomfortable with sex, and instead of baby steps, she threw me into the middle of the wolf pack to learn how to run.”
He lets a laugh escape, and then he pulls me back to his body, his ice finding my fire as our lips connect again. My hands tangle in his hair as he pulls me to him, and I drink him in.
“I’ll help you find your hybrid,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands tightening, and stretching the thin material of the dress.
Mmm. I suddenly like hybrid lessons much more.
He smirks deviously, and then he pushes me against one of the mirrored walls. His hands rest on the reflective glass as his lips devour mine, and he leans into me, forcing my head to angle up as high as it can go to meet him.
His hands move from the glass to the skin of my exposed legs, and then he starts sliding my dress up. My eyes open to see his still closed.
He can’t be… we’re not going to…
He smirks as his incredible mind spies on mine, and he pulls back before jerking me up to wrap my legs around his waist. I look around the room at all the couples showing their desire in front of the hundreds of eyes, and I gasp in disbelief at what he’s acting as though he’s going to do.
“We can’t,” I whisper, my body trembling as he pulls my underwear to the side to let his finger slip in.
My head rolls back as the exquisite chill of his touch finds its way inside me, and his lips gingerly stroll down my neck.
“You want to find your hybrid, and I want to fuck my girl. It seems like a good solution to both desires,” he crudely interjects, and my whole body heats up with a crimson glow outshining my white, black-lighted dress.
“But I can’t-”
My words are interrupted as his body finds mine, his erection filling me, making my moaning gasp unexpectedly gush through my parted lips. My back presses harder against the strong mirror as he withdraws and surges in again.
“Jase,” I murmur, my lips trying to ask him to stop, but my body not allowing me to finish as I moan out again from his newest, almost violent thrust.
His lips issue silence to mine as they devour me, and I’m left to revel in his incredible touch as he takes me in front of the club full of strangers.
His hands grip against my ass, forcing his thrashing force to find me at an even more incredible angle, and I gasp again as the breaths start trying to evade my grasp. My hands tangle in his hair as my head falls back, and my lids fall down to block out the room around me.
I tune out all the sounds except for the incredibly erotic music pounding through the speakers and his delicious breaths. His scent is all I allow to find me when I drown out all other smells. With my other senses dropped for the most part, my sense of feel magnifies, empowering each touch he offers.
I feel him inside me so tightly as he pulls back and surges forth. I feel his breath igniting the chills on my collarbone. His perfect lips find my chin, and the wet, delicious taste of his mouth finally finds mine once again.
His fingers press so tightly against the sides of my ass that I can count all ten. Each breath I exhale becomes his next one to breathe in. Each sound I make quickens his rhythm. Every second I grip tighter, I’m closer to screaming out his name.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my neck as my mind starts driving him crazy.
It’s enough to push me over that edge I was already barely able to keep from dropping off. I’m so thankful for the loud, hell-raising music blaring when I scream out, and then I feel his warmth rushing through me with such a strong, incredible, and awakening force.
