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She cupped a hand to her ear and squinted. “I’m sorry? The Preachy Quartet? Is that some religious acapella band you’re in? It’s so loud, I can’t hear you.”

“Zoe, for fuck’s sake. Can’t you…”

I trailed off as I glanced over and saw Kira. The crowd had parted, and I glimpsed her getting hot and heavy with some guy on the dance floor. She had her arms around the guy’s neck, and he had his wrapped around her waist, his fingers digging into her ass as they gyrated. Even in the flashing lights, I could see the outline of his hard-on against his pants.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was on the dance floor, pulling Kira away from the guy. I was unreasonably angry, and I didn’t really understand why, but I despised seeing another man’s hands on her. It set me off in a way I’d never experienced before.

“Are you insane? What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked Kira.

When she looked at me, I could see the alcohol had started to affect her. Her eyes had the soft, glazed look of someone who was on their way to being drunk.

She pushed me in the chest. “I’ve been rejected, Wyatt. Fuck. That’s what’s wrong with me. I’m about to be an outcast, like you and your pathetic little group of bros. I’m losing my pack. I’ve lost my job. Everything is fucked. All I want is one night to enjoy myself, and I can’t do that with you.”

She pulled away from me and tried to turn back to the stranger she’d been dancing with. The last thing I wanted was to see that douchebag’s hands on her again. The flashes of memory returned. The music was too loud, the smell of sweat, the scent of sexual musk so intense that my mind couldn’t work right. I couldn’t push the memories of the parking lot away as easily. My impulses overrode my will, my desires crashing through my carefully built walls.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her back, pressing my face close to hers. “You damn well can have a good time with me.” I reached forward and grabbed her ass like she belonged to me. “It’s about time I showed you that.”

Kira’s eyes widened in surprise, but to my delight, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she studied me for a moment. I could almost hear the calculations happening in her head, weighing the pros and cons of what I’d said.

“Okay,” she breathed. “Show me what you’ve got.”

With a growl, I pulled her into the shadows, ignoring the curses from the guy she’d left behind. We crashed into a wall, and I was on her a moment later, pressing my lips to hers.

Kira, desperate with need and a little drunk, slid her tongue into my mouth. My cock stiffened immediately. Feeling it, Kira pressed her hips into me, grinding against my hard length.

Spurred on by lust, I pushed all sensible thoughts away and decided to live in the moment. Fuck the consequences. I cupped her breast, letting my thumb slide over her nipple. Kira sighed against my mouth and slid a hand between my legs, gently squeezing my bulge.

Kira wrenched her lips from mine and looked at me. Her usually controlled look was gone. The slight distaste she’d always shown me had vanished. Instead, all I saw in her eyes was desire and need.

She squeezed me again. “I thought you were gonna show me what you could do.”

My mouth went dry, and my heart hammered painfully against my ribcage. Was she serious? Was this about to happen? On my walk here, I saw a small boutique hotel a few doors down from the club. I could take her there, but she might change her mind on the way.

Kira leaned close and flicked her tongue over my lower lip. “Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

The decision already made, I grabbed her hand and led her out the front door. She chuckled as we exited onto the street. The air outside was cooler than in the club, but it didn’t tamp down my excitement. Kira leaned against me as we walked, still caressing my crotch. She looked wholly unconcerned with what anyone might think as they saw us.

At the door of the hotel, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her again. Our bodies pressed into each other, grinding and desperate. All of a sudden, my underwear was too tight, and my cock ached to be free. Breaking our embrace again, I pulled her inside.

The receptionist tried to hide a smirk. The way we were acting was obviously funny to him. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. Kira kept leaning over and kissing my neck as I registered and paid for a room. The agent kept glancing up at us, smiling knowingly at me. The entire time, I kept thinking Kira would come to her senses and realize she couldn’t do what we were about to do. I imagined her slapping me and storming out. I’d have to trudge up to my newly paid-for hotel room and jerk off a half dozen times to release all this sexual energy. But to my joyous surprise, when the agent held out the key, it was Kira who snatched it from his hand.

“Do not disturb,” she said, tugging me toward the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed, Kira slid her hand across my chest, looking at me hungrily.

“Are you gonna give me what I want? Like a good little lone wolf?”

Nodding, I cupped her breasts. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out. Is that what you want?” She’d been drunk in the club, and as badly as I wanted this, I was not one to take advantage of a vulnerable woman. “Do you want this? Because I need to know I’m not taking advantage of you when you’re hammered.”

She licked her lips and looked into my eyes. “We’re shifters. The alcohol is already almost out of my system, Wyatt. I’m not drunk anymore. I’m fucking horny.”

I let out a shaky breath as I ran my hands down her back and gripped her ass. “Then get ready.”