Page 6 of The Dancer

Flipping her onto her back on the couch beside me, I hover over her.

“We may not be having sex, but I can guarantee I will be doing everything else I can think of before I let you out of this room. And I haven’t stopped thinking of dirty things to do to you since I laid eyes on you.”

A low moan leaves her when I run my teeth along the outside of her left breast. The smell of her arousal hangs thick in the air, and I swear with every breath, I can taste her cinnamon and vanilla scent.

I want to consume this woman.

The logical part of my mind is screaming at me, begging me to take a moment and figure out what the fuck is going on here. Why am I reacting this strongly to a woman I have never met? This is way out of the norm for me. But her little mewls of pleasure as I suck and knead her breasts are driving me crazy, and I simply push the thought aside and allow my baser instincts to guide me. I’ll figure out my reaction later.

My wolf is pushing me to take her.

To mount her.

Claim her.

Breed her.

But we both agreed there would be no sex tonight. That doesn’t mean there aren’t other things I can do to her.

Running my hands beneath her skirt, I expose her underwear and the prize I really crave. Her little thong has a pretty wet spot on it, and I can’t resist running my nose along thefabric. My erection hurts behind the confines of my dress pants, and pre-cum slips down the length, and I know before the night is through, I will be fisting myself, alone in my empty house, with thoughts of her consuming me.

I bite her pussy through the fabric, and a little scream leaves her lips as her back bows off the couch. She is so responsive, and I can barely wait to slip my tongue inside her.

Drawing her thong down her thick, creamy thighs, my attention is drawn to a little black circle on her hip.

“What is this?” I ask running my finger over the raised plastic.

Chapter Five

Quinn

“Nothing,” I reply too quickly, and I know by the look in his eyes that he isn’t simply going to let this go. “It’s my suppression patch.”

“Suppression patch?” he asks. I can see the moment his lust clears enough for his mind to understand what I mean. “You’re an omega?”

His features are taught with surprise. He moves quickly, and I can’t stop him before he has my patch pinched between his forefinger and thumb. Twisting my hips, I catch him off guard and push him off me before rushing for the door. Quickly, I flick the heavy-duty lock on the inside and hit the button that will alert Abel we have a problem.

“What did you do?” I shout, grabbing my clothes from the floor and hastily dressing. “You can’t remove my patch in a building full of horny males! There must be more than fifteen Alphas and Betas in the club right now.”

But Elias doesn’t answer me. His entire body is vibrating, and I know I somehow fucked up. Fear skitters down my spine, and I stand deathly still. Any movement right now could set him off. Alphas are unpredictable at the best times and are known to lose their tempers at the most negligible perceived threat or slight. Right now, he is horny, and my scent is filling every corner of this little room.

“Elias,” I call softly.

His gaze narrows on me as he jumps up and stalks toward me. My feet carry me back until I hit the wall, and Elias has me caged into a corner. A low growl leaves his chest as he runs his nose along the column of my neck.

“Mine.”

It’s the only word he says before his lips slam down onmine, but it’s enough to have my body warring with itself. Lust flows through my veins like molten lava while my brain screams at me that I need to get the fuck out of here before something else happens.

The door bursts open, Abel and three bouncers standing in the doorway, their gazes locked on me in my disheveled state, where Elias has me pinned against the wall.

“Alpha Anderson, I need you to step away from her,” Abel says calmly, his hands lifted to show he isn’t a threat.

Elias releases me to glare at the men, his large body shielding mine from their view, his face already halfway into the change.

“Mine!” His roar rattles the rafters overhead. I watch his body expand before my eyes, making him almost twice the size he was before.

A younger man I’ve never seen enters the room after pushing his way through the other men, his eyes the size of saucers, once he spots Elias.

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