I’m too excited to be scared. Too turned on.
Plus, I feel safe in my mate’s arms.
It takes about five minutes to arrive at Vara’s club, Nightshade, in Lower Manhattan.
Locheran lands on the roof and without setting me down, he walks toward the rooftop access door. A large and tall man—my hunter DNA alerts me that he’s a supe, werewolf if I were to guess—nods and opens the door.
“I can walk, you know,” I say when Locheran descends two flights of stairs.
“I know.”
He smiles and winks.
We take one more flight and arrive at ground level. He walks us through double doors and onto a crowded dance floor. A Sabrina Carpenter song plays, but it’s been remixed with a faster beat.
We move through bodies, past supernatural beings of all kinds. It’s not until we get to the middle of the dance floor that Loch sets me down.
The song changes to a slower, more sensual one and Locheran scowls at the corner, I assume at whoever is DJ’ing tonight.
“This is perfect,” I say, smoothing my hands up his chest.
I turn around, my back to Locheran’s front. Then I start moving. My hips sway to the beat, grinding against my mate’s hardening cock.
He groans and skims his hands over my waist to my front side. One large hand flattens across my stomach while the other cups my breast.
“You still want to do this?” he asks, his warm breath fanning across my neck.
“Yes,” I say, barely able to contain my desire.
Locheran’s tail snakes up between my legs. I part them enough for the tip to reach my slick heat.
“No panties?” Locheran asks. “Naughty mouse.”
A moan slips out when the tail’s tip presses against my clit.
I don’t pay much attention to the creatures around us. I know they’re watching. Their own moans and whimpers call to ours.
“You’re so eager to be claimed by me infront of them.”
The tip of his tail starts vibrating and my legs nearly give out. I hold on to Locheran by the nape while he brings me to the cusp of orgasm.
But just before I go over the edge, he stops.
“No!”
He silences my protest by clutching my chin and turning my face for a kiss.
Moments later, his elongated tail slides inside me. I scream out my pleasure, and my pussy walls clench around it. His left hand moves down my stomach and slips underneath the bottom of my dress.
I don’t care if I’m showing everything to the room. I need this.
His fingertip finds my clit and presses down, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves fast—just how he knows I like it. My eyes struggle to stay open the closer I get to orgasming.
I spot monsters watching us, fangs bared, wings fluttering. Eyes lit up either a deep red or some other ethereal color dot the dark around us.
Locheran’s tail pistons into me as his fingers continue to work my clit. It’s too much and when his fangs graze over my neck, I explode with my release.
Once my cunt is done spasming around his elongated tail, he slips it out of me and shoves it in his mouth to lick off my pleasure.
