Page 26 of Damaged Princess

Not even a little bit.

"Chance," my date corrects.

"Of course," Wolfe says, chuckling. Looking at me, he says, "You're looking a little bored. Wanna dance with me, dollface?"

Chance grips my ass even tighter, trying to pull me close to his chest. But, um, fuck him.

He's ignored me all night in favor of chatting with his friends. We danced a couple of times and nothing in his skills on the dance-floor pointed to the fact I'd be missing out on anything in the bedroom.

My eyes find Wolfe's. He bites his thick lower lip, raising his eyebrows.

I give him a shaky nod. He gives me a killer smile.

"Come on," Wolfe says, offering me a hand. His warm skin envelops mine as he pulls me away from the table toward the dance-floor.

Chance grumbles under his breath, but he doesn't try to stop us.

Wolfe pulls me flush with his front as a low, bumping song plays in the background.

"I know you're trying to torture Vik," he says, grinding his body against mine. "But fuck, it looked like you were punishing yourself. Don't tell me that's the kind of guy you normally go for?"

My pussy rests against Wolfe's thigh as we dance. His muscles are unreal. His blue eyes search my face, and I shrug. His hand tightens on my ass.

"I'm tempted to spank your ass right here, right now. When I ask a question I expect an answer," he growls close to my ear.

"It's not like I had a ton of options," I snap back. "My father controlled everything. When I managed to get out, I looked for guys I knew would seal the deal in a single night."

"Christ," Wolfe says, running his hand over the back of my head. "I'm not sure you can handle me, dollface."

My nose scrunches as I stare up into Wolfe's blue eyes.

Tattoos peek out the top of his neckline as he slides his body against mine. His broad shoulders seem to be stretching that Henley to capacity.

Maybe I shouldn't have had that third drink? Not that I finished it, but I'm obviously skirting the line of tipsy because nothing seems to be making sense at the moment.

Wolfe smirks at someone over my shoulder. I'm tempted to look, but honestly I don't think I want to know if it's Chance or Vik.

Wolfe spins me around. His huge hands land on my hips as he guides me to grind against his pelvis.

"Everyone thinks Vik is the beast, the one to watch out for. As I'm sure you've realized, he's really more of a highly protective guard dog than a wolf." Warm breath fans over my neck as he scrapes his teeth over my shoulder.

"How very punny of you," I say, snorting.

Wolfe bites my throat and pinches my nipplehardall at the exact same time. It's not enough to break the skin but it does send a shiver through my entire body, especially as my tit aches with a painful throb that instantly transforms into tantalizing pleasure.

"Yes, Vik will attack if something threatens someone he cares about, but I can assure you I'm the one to watch out for." His callused hand slides up my inner thigh.

My eyes fly up to the balcony. Vik leans over the railing. He's watching me and Wolfe intently. Rafe stands at his side. His dark curls are messy like he's been running his hands through them.

"I'm actually relieved we didn't fuck during your last heat," Wolfe murmurs against my ear. "My predilections likely would have scared you away. That would've been a goddamn shame."

My head tilts, looking up at him. He's staring straight at Vik. He grips my hair and turns my head back to the balcony.

"Let's make him really see red," Wolfe says, chuckling. He releases my hair, but bumps my chin back toward Vik so I can't look away. "You down for that, dollface?" His massive handengulfs my tit as his other hand caresses my inner thigh. His woodsy scent fills the air and my pussy clenches in response. "Fuck yes, you are. Aren't you, Ana?"

I nod my agreement as his fingertips brush my aching core.

"I'm gonna need to hear the words," Wolfe muses, licking the shell of my ear.

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