“Craig Dossett. And what’s your name, beauty?” I can barely hear myself talk because my wolf is so excited.Calm the fuck down, Alpha.
He whines at my demand but shuts up as the beauty answers my question.
“Alora Johns. Why didn’t they tell you my name if we were matched?” Alora has too many questions to be at a supernatural dating agency’s party.
Did they tell her anything?
“There was no need for them to tell me your name because they knew I would know who you were as soon as we were in the same room,” I answer her as vaguely as possible.
Something tells me if I come right out and tell my mate that I’m an actual Werewolf and not just role-playing, she’ll probably freak the fuck out on me. No, I have to handle this with care. I have to handleherwith care. Alora Johns is my true mate, and she doesn’t even know it.
“Oh, well, I wish they would’ve told me more about you. Hell, the process, in general, would’ve been nice. I hate surprises.”
She really is perfect for me!
“How about we go somewhere and talk? There are small rooms we can go to over there.” I point to the little sound-proof rooms they have off to the side of the massive ballroom.
It isn’t like I can’t hear everything she is saying, even over the loud ass band playing, but I can feel the nervous excitement coming off my mate in waves. I want to have her alone so I can touch her.
“Lead the way, handsome.” Alora smiles.
Michelle took me on a tour when I got here, and it is definitely a place where you can make any and all fantasies come true. These specialty rooms are for mating because, as supernaturals, when we meet our true mates, there will be no stopping the instantaneous fucking.
My need for Alora is ridiculous. And as the room gets more and more packed, I can sense the other supernaturals looking for their mates. The private rooms will be full if I don’t secure one now. Besides, I want to stay clear of the pheromones being released into the air. I have enough to deal with trying to hold Alpha back. The last thing I need is to get caught up in anyone else’s mating.
I grab Alora’s hand and intertwine our fingers together. The movement is so natural that it’s like I’ve been doing it my whole life. This woman will have my heart, soul, and wolf, and she doesn’t have a clue.
It takes a minute to find an empty room, but when we do, I pull Alora in quickly and shut the door behind us. The atmosphere is charged with sexual energy, and it’s taking all my willpower to not act on it.She’s human, Craig, don’t scare her.
I’m so out of it that I don’t know if the thought is mine or Alpha’s. But it doesn’t matter because the sentiment is correct. Alora is human, and I can’t make any wrong moves because the last thing I want to do is lose my true mate.
I don’t know much about mating with non-supernaturals, so I will have to follow my instincts. Alora Johns is mine, and because she’s my match, I know just the way to win her over.
It’s time I fulfill her every dirty fantasy.
CHAPTER 5
ROLE-PLAYING
ALORA
When the door closes behind us, it’s like we are in another world. The loud music and voices from the party are nonexistent inside this lavish room. It has the biggest bed I’ve ever seen pushed against a black wall. It’s decorated with a silky black and gold duvet with matching pillows. It definitely looks like a place for sin. I can feel my face heat at the thought. Michelle said the matches weren’t just about hooking up, but they sure make it convenient as hell.
When I turn back to Craig, he’s watching me with those glowing hazel eyes. I’m not sure what type of contacts he’s wearing, but I have to say I love his commitment. I’ve never given any real thought into role-playing, but if this sexy bad boy in front of me can play, so can I.
Craig prowls toward me, and I feel like prey. I nervously lick my lips, and my heart beats so hard that I’m almost positive he can hear it. On instinct, I take a step back as he gets closer. Craig doesn’t stop, but the smile that graces his handsome face is mesmerizing. It’s almost taunting as if he wants me to run.
Craig runs his hand over his chiseled clean-shaven jaw before stopping right in front of me. His gaze runs along every inch of my body. And although he doesn’t touch me, it’s like his hands are caressing me from head to toe.
“You know we’re here to fulfill each other’s fantasies. Are you ready for that? For me?” Craig questions. His deep gravelly voice and country twang have my nipples hard. Being turned on by someone’s voice is new to me, but I damn sure can’t hide it. My soaked panties would call me a liar if I tried to deny it anyway.
“Are you ready for me?” The bold question comes out of nowhere.
It’s like a lusty pod person has taken over and is speaking for me. I can’t say that I disagree with what she’s saying. Still, the thought definitely wouldn’t have left my brain under normal circumstances.
“I’ve been ready for you my entire life, darlin’.”
There’s that sexy ass country boy accent again. A shiver runs through me at the thought of all the nasty things Craig can say to me… hell, the nasty shit he can do to me!
