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The black jeans he wears are skin-tight, hang low, and cling to his hips.
“Hi.” He stops in front of me, batting those fucking eyes that I’m enamored with.
I grab his throat and yank him towards me, kissing him before I say a word.
“You look so fucking gorgeous. Later, I’m going to mess up your perfectly styled hair while you choke on my cock.”
He pulls away and whispers in my ear, “Not if you choke on mine first.”
“Hey, Alaska!” Lyra greets me, pulling me in for a quick hug. “He wouldn’t let me do his eye makeup. And the only shirt he would wear is yours, so I cut the sleeves and a few inches off the bottom.”
“He looks perfect,” I say, eating him alive with my gaze from head to toe.
Lyra grins, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before placing herself between Soren and Glenn.
Good. I want to be left alone. Everyone else can fuck off. I want time with my mate. My husband.
Mine.
Kevin Lyttle’s “Turn Me On” blares through the club’s speakers. Leo drags me to the dance floor, pushing his way through the crowd to find a good spot.
The lights strobe to the beat. Bodies sway together. Desire drifts from everyone, but the only one I care about spins around, placing his back against my front.
I grab his hips, pressing them against me so he feels how much I already want him. One hand clutches his side while the other drifts up his shirt, and I wrap my palm around his throat.
His head tilts back onto my shoulder.
As the song plays, he grinds his ass onto me, practically fucking me on the dance floor in front of everyone. We sway to the beat, his body firm, his throat shining against the lights from the sheen of sweat clinging to him.
I flick my tongue out and lick where my mating mark is. Every sense focuses on Leo. He’s all I see, the way his muscular body moves against mine. He’s all I feel, the softness of his stomach against my palm, the bump not showing just yet.
It’s still too early.
He’s all I smell, his honey-coated blood rushing under his skin.
He’s all I hear, the strong beat of his heart louder than the song we’re dancing to.
And he’s all I taste when I spin him around, press my knee between his legs, and press my mouth against his. His arms circle around my neck, deepening the kiss, and the lingering flavor of cherry cola has me swiping my tongue across his for more.
Leo snags my cowboy hat, placing it on his head.
“I want you wearing that and only that tonight when you ride me.” I keep my voice at the normal volume, not having to shout over the music for him to hear me. My greedy hands glide over the curve of his ass, squeezing the full cheeks in my palms. “If we even make it home. I might take you to the bathroom and push you to your knees to suck my cock on that filthy floor. Just to take the edge off. Because you in this outfit,” I snarl into his ear. “Is driving me wild, Honeybee.”
His hands press against my chest, a confident smirk beaming from him just as the lights flash. “Good. By the end of the night, I want you begging for me.”
“I’ll beg for you right now, Good Boy. Need me on my knees?” I squat, mouthing the hard ridge of his cock before standing again, doing my best to rub every part of my body against his.
His eyes flash to a wicked hue of lust before returning to their natural shade.
“Okay, everyone. This song is dedicated to our newly married couple. Alaska and Helios! Congratulations!” The DJ announces, and the crowd cheers around us.
“Did you—?” we ask one another at the same time.
We turn to see Lyra sipping on her drink, giving us a cute finger wave from the bar while she talks to Glenn and Soren.
The slowed-down version of “Everytime We Touch” by Cascada plays next, and immediately, my heart melts for the man in front of me.
I snag his belt loop with my finger and tug him closer. Everyone takes the chance to catch their breath with this song, slow dancing with their partner for the night.
