Page 41 of Savage Hope

I don't know where she came from, and I have no idea who she is, which is perfect for stumbling across her at a full moonparty because any insignificant details don't matter. She doesn’t have to be a wolf; she doesn’t have to be anything but mine for the night.

Dean just needs to fuck off.

“Yeah, your bad, man. Now fuck off.”

His eyes widen, panic flickering across his face, and I bite back the grin threatening to transform my face as he rushes off into the crowd. The second he’s out of sight, I turn my attention to the spectacle beside me.

Dropping my hand from her shoulder, I skim my fingers around her waist, erasing the touch Dean left behind, and instead mark her for myself for the night. The touch has her eyes meeting mine, and even under the dark sky, the pink hues on her cheeks are noticeable, along with the dimples.

Fucking dimples.

She peers up at me, a hint of hesitation in her eyes as I grin.

“What's your name? Midnight?”

Her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip as she stares deep into my eyes. “Midnight?” she questions, her eyebrows gathering in confusion, and I shrug.

“Yeah.” That's all I have to offer. I can decipher the meaning behind it later, but she never needs to know that. I expect her to push me for more, refusing to let it slide, but to my surprise, she shrugs, glancing away from me.

I can sense it. She's a deer caught in the headlights. She's clearly never felt the attention of Lincoln James before. That's all going to change tonight.

It’s hard to get a read on her. I can’t tell if she will come up with an excuse to take a step away, just like she did with Dean, or whether she’ll lean into me, aware of the man she has in her grasp.

The seconds spread out so far that I’m considering another approach when she turns her attention back to me.

”Does my name matter at a full moon wolf party?”

My dick stirs to life at a simple question and my fingers press into her side. Hands down, that’s the perfect response.

“No, I don't suppose it does,” I say with a grin, bringing my other hand to her cheek as I shift us so we’re standing face to face.

Her name doesn't matter anyway, not when I've already given her a nickname to last an eternity. Besides, everyone knows who I am. Forgetting her name come morning and having an awkward interaction tomorrow is foregone under these terms. Let’s just hope she doesn’t fall for my magical dick and expect anything more.

Tomorrow doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is this moment. Introductions aren't necessary, but feeling her lips against mine is.

Running my thumb back and forth over her cheek, she locks onto my gaze like a warrior, ready for battle. There's a feisty side to her, one hiding behind the innocent vibe she’s got going on, along with a hint of familiarity, but I have no clue how.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I ask, and once again, she rubs those pretty pink lips together as uncertainty wars inside of her.

“No.”

My fingers tighten around her waist as my grip on her chin pulls her an inch closer. That’s not what I expected, not even a little bit. That was clearly my first error.

“That's a shame,” I breathe, and our noses touch as we move closer.

“Why?” Her breath blows across my face, teasing just how close she is, and the noise vibrating from the party dwindles to nothing more than a background whisper, dimming as she holds my attention captive.

“Because I want to get to know you better.” My fingers curl under the hem of her silk shirt and she scoffs.

“You want to get to knowmebetter, or my body?” she quizzes, and all I can do is grin because fuck, she's got me there.

Leaning in, I press my lips against her ear and she shivers at the contact before I've even uttered a word. “I want exactly what it seems your body wants, Midnight,” I whisper, feeling the tremor run through her body even more intensely.

She tilts her head back, bringing her lips to my ear, and I can't deny that I'm enjoying this game we're playing.

“My body can't be trusted. It doesn't know what’s good for me,” she states, and I have to bite back a groan as my dick presses against the zipper of my pants.

“Trust me. Let me help you figure it out.”

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