Page 5 of The Reluctant Wolf and His Fated Mate
Just a taste.
He bent down as if in slow motion, enchanted by this desire. She seemed to be just as taken by him.
The second his lips brushed hers, embers ignited throughout his body, soon exploding into flames. His wolf howled with relief. She was the one.
They had to claim her.
No, not here. Not in the middle of the dance floor. He didn’t want an audience to his desire.
Damon stroked her upper arm and bent down. “Sophie, come with me.”
Her eyes opened a fraction wider, revealing wide dark pupils that almost fully captured her blue irises. “Where?”
He took her hand and led her through the crowd and into a shadowy nook at the back of the club. “Somewhere we can have a little more privacy.”
Behind black tables where small groups chatted over drinks were couples close together in intimate conversations or making out far from the spotlights on the dance floor.
“I just thought we’d come back here so we can—talk.” Yeah, right. Talking was the last thing he’d been thinking of in that state.
She peered at him and teased, “Did you come here tonight to seduce a woman on the dance floor?”
He chuckled. “No. It was more like peer pressure.” He faced her and traced along her cheek, her jawline, and then her throat. Her skin was as soft as the velvety moss on the forest floor. He wanted to feel the rest of her.
Sophie stared at him from under dark lashes. He swallowed. The pull to her was too powerful, swallowing all the pounding bass that surrounded them.
Damon placed his hands on either side of the wall, his large body shielding her from prying eyes. He couldn’t resist leaning down. His heart thundered in his ears. The world slowed during the agonizing wait to touch her lips again. When they finally met, he paused, momentarily stunned by that searing connection. There was something—something about this woman he’d just met that unglued him.
Because she’s our mate,his wolf insisted.
Damon ignored his wolf’s pestering once again and deepened the kiss. He edged his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She parted her lips wider, welcoming him in. A delicate sigh of relief escaped her, echoing his own need.
As their tongues danced, he tasted the sweetness of mango. She wrapped one hand around the base of his neck, curling her fingers through his hair.
Passion intensified, pushing them near breathless as both seemed desperate for more. Her breasts pressed against him. How he yearned to take her somewhere private where he could remove her dress and savor every inch of her.
He ran his hands over the sides of her body, taking in the delicious feel of her curves. Reaching the bottom edge of her dress, he stroked her thigh. She trembled beneath his touch, gasping against his mouth. Almost certain they wouldn’t be seen back here, especially with him dressed in black and blocking the view of her body, he still opened his eyes to glance to either side to make sure nobody was watching them.
Nobody that he saw seemed to give a damn. They were more interested with their own partners.
His fingers edged higher, exploring the decadent path of her flesh. She took a slight step to the side, giving him greater access. His pulse hammered through his veins, his cock throbbed. He had to touch her. Needed to be inside her.
His hands traveled higher. He agonized to feel that forbidden part of her.
The heat between her legs was almost scorching. Finally, when he touched her, her satin panties were soaked. She moaned and then shuddered.
She broke a hair’s breadth from his lips. “Oh, Damon,” she murmured.
He plunged his tongue back into her mouth and began to slide his fingers beneath the seam, desperate to touch her wet, silky flesh.
Sophie released a shaky exhale and dropped her head back against the wall. Opening her eyes half-mast, she glanced in both directions, and her eyes widened.
She pushed at his chest. “Wait—what am Idoing? We are in a public place.”
He pulled his hand away and her dress fell, covering her. Dazed, he could barely find words to form through the sensual fog. “It’s okay.”
She blinked a few times and glanced around. “It’s not okay.” She covered her chest. “I don’t know you. This isn’t like me.” Her eyes, full of desire only moments before, sparked with confusion and then widened with horror.
“It’s all right.” He motioned with a slow, placating gesture. “Nobody should see us here.”
