Page 66 of Alpha Reid

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Reid

I can’t even remember the last time I danced. I do recall the last time I came close- at Astrid’s Luna ceremony, the drinks were flowing, I was rolling on a solid buzz, and I almost joined the other guys when their mates dragged them to the dance floor. A few months before, back when I was seeing Arabella, she’d often pout and whine to try to get me to dance with her at the bar on Saturday nights. I always refused- dancing has just never really been my thing. At least I didn’t think it was my thing, until I see Serena out there shaking her ass and every guy in the vicinity eyeing her up.

That ass ismine, and I suddenly want to gouge out the eyes of any man in this place that dares to cast a glance in her direction. The alcohol must be intensifying the possessive instinct I have toward my mate; my blood is boiling in my veins and my wolf is positively murderous. I can’t remember the last time I danced, and dancing has never been my thing, but I can’t let another moment pass without going out there and staking my claim.

Jax and I are mid-conversation, but I’m so distracted by the movement of Serena’s hips and the sway of her long red hair and the predatory stares of the men around her that I shoot to my feet without saying a word, stalking in her direction. The Alpha energy must be rolling off of me, because the other patrons scramble to get out of my way, clearing a path. Serena’s back is to me when I come upon her, sliding my hands around her waist, then pulling her closer by her hips.

Her head falls back onto my shoulder, body moving against mine. I grip her hips tighter and grind my own forward, basically dry humping her right here on this damn dance floor. Why did I think I didn’t like dancing, again? It’s a fucking hot form of foreplay; my dick’s as hard as steel. Everything about Serena has me completely enraptured; her scent, her movements, the way her body fits to mine. I’m lost in her, oblivious to anyone or anything else- that is, until I feel her body tense in my arms, my wolf immediately picking up on the shift in her demeanor.

My immediate urge is to smooth it over- I spin her around by the hips, pulling her in closer, wanting to stay like this rather than let the outside world back in. I drop my head down beside hers, lips hovering next to her ear. “What’s wrong?”

Her arms wind around my neck as she turns her head to whisper back to me. “Everybody’s watching.”

The bubble bursts. The roar of the bar drones in my ears again, the crowded dance floor coming back into view. And she’s right- people are staring. Members of my pack, no doubt surprised to see me out here on the dance floor, wondering who Serena is and what she is to me. Rumors have been floating around since I was here with her last week, when a few overheard me telling Chase she’s my mate.

Guess I’m about to confirm it. I smirk, pulling Serena’s body tighter to mine, running my hand down the curve of her spine. “Let ‘em watch.”

I tip her chin up with my other hand, capturing her lips with mine. Making it loud and clear to every person in here who this she-wolf belongs to. I taste the surprise on her tongue- she’s hesitant at first- but like always, her body is completely responsive to mine and she lets go. Everything around us fades away again as I kiss the hell out of her, pulse racing, tongues tangling, hands roaming. When I finally do pull back, she’s breathless, her red lipstick partially worn off of her swollen lips and probably on mine.

I lean in to kiss her again, but her hand comes to my chest, my name whispered from her lips. “Reid…” Her eyes dart past me, then return to mine. “I… I think I need some fresh air,” she breathes.

It hadn’t occurred to me that my very public display of possession over her may make her uncomfortable- I was running on pure instinct.

“Come on,” I grunt, unwinding my arms from her body and taking her hand. I lead her off of the dance floor and toward the exit, ignoring the curious glances and whispered commentary from those we pass on the way. I push open the door, a rush of cool air hitting my face as I step aside to allow Serena to step out first, following closely behind.

The door swings closed behind me as Serena spins around, drawing a deep breath and wiping sweat from her brow.

“You alright?” I ask, stepping closer and reaching out for her. I set my hands on her shoulders, looking down into her eyes as she takes another deep breath, blinking back at me.

“Yeah, I just…” she sighs, shaking her head and chuckling, pointing toward the door behind me. “That was intense.”

I suck in a breath through my teeth, wincing. “Guess my pack’s not really used to seeing me dancing. Or with a female. Or dancing with a female, for that matter.”

“Those bitches looked like they wanted to claw my eyes out,” Serena laughs wryly.

I step in closer, cupping her face with a hand and tilting her head back to look up at me. “They’re just jealous,” I murmur, stroking her cheek with my thumb. I see the silver swirls of her wolf in her irises and my own pushes forward to peek back at her. “I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that, though. I’m sorry for acting so impulsively.”

Serena shakes her head, the silver of her wolf intensifying in her mischievous eyes. “Don’t apologize for being impulsive. You spend too much time thinking things through. Sometimes it’s good to be a little impulsive.”

I arch a brow, moving my thumb down to swipe across her plush lips. “Yeah?”

She darts out her tongue to lick the pad of my thumb, the sensation going straight to my dick. “Yeah,” Serena whispers.

I press my thumb forward and she sucks it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip as her seductive eyes stay fixated on mine. My mind immediately connects the feeling of her mouth wrapped around my thumb to what it’d feel like on my cock, my erection straining painfully against my zipper, all too ready to find out. I groan softly as I slide my thumb back out and she wets her plush lips with her tongue, leaning in and whispering, “take me home, Reid.”

A growl rumbles in my chest and I lunge forward, scooping Serena up in a fireman carry as she lets out a squeal. Once she’s securely on my shoulder, I bring a hand down on her perfect ass, the slap echoing off of the pavement of the parking lot as I start toward the Mustang. She doesn’t have to tell me twice- I’m not wasting another second at this fucking place if she wants me to take her home. I’m all too eager to take her home.

Stepping up beside the car, I open up the passenger door and drop Serena into the seat, closing it behind her and moving around to take my spot behind the wheel. I slide in, firing up the engine, and make the mistake of looking over at the little red-haired vixen seated next to me. When our gazes connect, she sinks her teeth into her lower lip, her fuck-me eyes driving my wolf into an absolute frenzy. He’s rattling around in my chest as I hit the gas and pull out of the parking lot, speeding toward the packhouse as the scent of Serena’s arousal permeates the interior of the Mustang.

As if I wasn’t already about to fucking explode, I feel Serena’s hand land on my dick and my body jerks, the engine revving as my foot stomps the gas pedal. I grip the steering wheel hard with one hand, brushing her hand off with the other. “Not while I’m driving,” I grind out, shooting her a sideways glance in warning.

But does she listen? This is Serena Harper we’re talking about. As soon as the words leave my mouth, her mischievous grin deepens, her hand sliding back across my thigh, gripping my dick through my slacks and giving it a squeeze.

“Serena,” I warn, grasping her wrist and lifting her hand off of my junk again.

“C’mon, Reid,” she purrs, twisting in her seat and sliding her other hand across the center console. “Be impulsive with me.”

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