Private Room

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. If this was what it felt like just dancing with the female, what would it feel like to have her in his bed, screaming his name? She truly was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help his arousal when he saw that she was leading them somewhere more private. The two minutes it took for her to lead Zach out the back felt too long, and it took all his willpower not to tear off her dress and take her then and there. But no, he wanted to savour this. The minute the door to the room clicked shut, he was on her. His lips hungrily ravished her own, his tongue desperate to taste every inch of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

She wrapped her leg around him, the split of her dress exposing her skin, allowing Zach to slide his hand under the fabric and reach around to grab her behind, his fingers digging in as he pulled her hips into him, grinding the bulge in his jeans against her. She let out a small, frustrated moan in response; the layers of clothes between them felt like too much of a barrier. His mouth left hers as he kneaded her breast, his lips moving to kiss her cleavage.

“You know, I never got your name,” he murmured against her skin. She let out a soft, breathless chuckle that made his heart skip a beat. What he wouldn’t do to hear that sound from her again.

“Are all you rogues this evasive, or is it just members of this pack?” she asked, smirking. His hand released its grip on her rear and moved between her thighs. She suddenly pushed him off her and held him at arm’s length.

“You rogues? Coming from a fellow rogue, that’s quite an odd thing to say.”Sht, he thought, he had slipped up. He’d lost focus and ended up nearly fckng, a fck*ng rogue. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh, his body fighting against him, still reeling from the feel of her.

“Care to explain?” Her voice was accusatory as she now crossed her arms and stared him down. What the hell had he gotten himself into? This was not how scouting missions were supposed to go.

“I may have lied before. I haven’t been a rogue my whole life. I’m quite new to it, actually, and when I heard about a place where rogues were coming together to form their own pack, I wanted to come see it for myself,” he explained, holding his hands up defensively. Her stare didn’t budge; she wasn’t buying it.

“Look, this is all new to me,” Zach gestured around them. “Can you blame a wolf for trying to impress you?”

“Talk, or I’m calling for help,” she responded bluntly. Her eyes, once filled with desire and need, now looked back at him coldly.

“Okay, I’m not a rogue,” he admitted. Why am I telling her this? his inner voice screamed, but he couldn’t explain it. There was just something about this she-wolf that made him feel like he could trust her. “I’m from a different pack, and we’re investigating reports of a growing number of rogues near us. I simply wanted to come take a look and make sure you guys weren’t a threat to my home.”

“You mean spy on us?”

“Yes. There was no ill intention in coming here tonight; we just wanted to check and be sure.” He sat down on one of the chairs, watching her with curiosity, readying himself in case she tried anything.

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, the door opened and Bo scurried in. “Zach, we’ve got to go. Some angry dudes have just arrived, and they do not look like they’re here for a dance,” he reported, his voice filled with urgency.

He looked over at Lucille, her eyes momentarily vacant. “It’s Joseph’s beta and gamma,” she explained. “Someone’s noticed you don’t belong and has reported seeing you. You’ve got to go.”

Zach stood up and was on her in mere seconds, his hand on her throat pressing her against the wall. “How do I know you didn’t report us?” he asked, his eyes scanning over her for any sign that might give her away. Instead, she simply stood there under his grasp calmly, as though the fact that he could tighten his grip just a fraction and crush her windpipe didn’t scare her.

“If I was going to report you, the last person I would have got to come here would be Cacey. He’s a piece of work. If you want to know how to get out of here with your friends and not get caught, I can show you.”

“And why should I trust you?”

“Because you’ve already trusted me this far, and you have no other choice.”

“She’s right,” Bo chimed in. “If they catch either me or Cole, they’ll take it as a declaration of war. And if they catch you, Zach—our Alpha—then we’ll have already lost our pack to them or started a war trying to escape.”

Lucille’s eyes widened at the revelation. “Look, you don’t have much time. I really don’t want Cacey catching you in here with me. So please, just trust me,” she implored.

“Okay.” Zach let go of her, “Get me and my men out of here.”