I blush, realizing I’m staring, and glance away.
A strong hand cups my chin and turns my face back to the scene. “Watch them, siren,” my wolf says low and gruff in my ear.
Then he positions himself to stand behind me and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush to his body and holding me in place.
I watch the couple while I get increasingly turned on by the intoxicating man holding me against him, with his iron-hard length pressing into me. Without looking back at him, I can tell he’s watching me rather than the scene or any of the other sexual acts happening around the room. Which makes this all the hotter…makesmeall the hotter.
When the woman orgasms, the man buries his fingers in her hair and thrusts madly up into her. The sounds of his gruntsreach me, and as he comes, I’m shifting and squirming, needing touch and friction.
My wolf is stubbornly only holding me with his strong arm banded around my waist while his free hand continues to caress my jaw. Frustratingly, he’s not touching me how I want or how I need.
“Please,” I whimper, not even embarrassed at how needy I sound.
He stills his movements before he leans down and speaks into my ear. “You want me to touch you while all these people watch?” I gulp, and he asks before I can answer, “You want me to fuck you right here? Or put you on your knees and fuck your mouth while we have an audience?”
There’s an edge to his voice, a hardness. Like he’s angry.
“No. But I’m going mad.” My voice is almost a whine. “Please.”
His hand splays over my stomach. It’s large and strong, and I want him to move it upward to cup my breast. Something. Anything.
“You look fucking amazing tonight,” he growls, and goosebumps erupt over my skin. “I must send the designer of this dress a thank you, because there isn’t a man or woman in this room who isn’t staring at you, siren.”
His hand tracks upward, his thumb brushing the inside of my breast. “They all either want to fuck you or be you.”
“I…” I swallow with difficulty because it seems all the moisture in my body is pooling between my legs. “I highly doubt that.”
His hand shifts again, and his thumb lightly brushes over my rock-hard nipple under the hollowed-out lace panel of the dress. A guttural moan falls from my lips. “So fucking responsive for me, aren’t you, siren? And you’re wrong. Look around the room.”
I scan the room, seeing that many people are looking at us. “They’re looking atyou; wanting you.”
“Can they have me?”
A wave of emotions floods me. “No,” I say sharply.
Jesus, where the hell did that jealousy and fury come from?
His thumb brushes over my covered nipple again. “Good answer, siren. Come with me.”
He moves like he’s actually a wolf—sure and lethal—and takes my hand, leading me toward a door. This door isn’t the same one we went through the other night, but I know wherever he’s taking me, there will be pleasure and pure ecstasy. Like I’m Pavlov’s dog, I’m already trained, panting, and wet.
My wolf tightens his hand around mine and leads us through the door. We don’t come out into a hallway, though; it’s more like a large waiting room that has multiple doors off it. The music from the main room is piped in here, just a bit quieter. Once we’re inside the room, he releases my hand and walks to an electronic tablet that is mounted on a pedestal. He taps the screen, pauses to read whatever’s displayed, then walks back to me.
He’s gorgeous. A taut, ripped beast underneath that sinfully perfect suit that’s prowling toward me. A real wolf in human form.
“Come, beautiful.”
Oh, dear lord, I hope I’m going tocome. And soon. I might pass out from the ache of need that rages through me.
He takes my hand and leads us to the middle door. After he types in a code on the panel beside it, we enter an empty room. There’s no sound in here except for our movements and breathing. It’s a bit disconcerting after all the noise in the main room.
There’s a low L-shaped sofa in the center of the room, but nothing else.
He sits down, pulling me with him and positioning me beside him. I’mrightbeside him, the sides of our bodies and legs touching, but I’m surprised that he didn’t position me on him.
I mean, we are alone in here.
Before I can ask or say anything, my attention snaps to the wall in front of us. What I had first thought was a dark wall when we walked in is actually a window that lets us see into the room on the other side of the glass.
