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The desire to get a one-time adventure in the form of a light foreplay was quickly replaced by the desire to hide somewhere where no one would definitely find me. Only the bar counter rested against my back, and the stranger’s hands were already enclosed in their trap.

Consciousness seized with panic. All thoughts focused on finding a plan for salvation. Despite the fact that the werewolf standing in front of me was truly the very focus of a woman's dream in all external signs.

The short-sleeved black T-shirt hugged the broad shoulders and the relief of a pile of muscles, awakening quite unambiguous fantasies in my long-suffering brain. Dark hair without any troubles about trends in fashionable haircuts beckoned me to grab it with my fingers and never let go until its owner makes me die of orgasm.

“I belong to the alpha of the gray wolf clan!” - blurted out the most brilliant idea of ​​all, which she was capable of, contrary to her own thoughts.

This is probably the only thing that could save me now. And besides, I almost did not lie. Rinat is the only man I ever had. Besides, our wedding will be very soon.

The stranger did not immediately comprehend what was said. For another minute he stood rooted to the spot, staring into my eyes with a fixed, unblinking gaze. I had to use all my willpower not to turn away. Let him know I'm not afraid of him. Maybe this will also help the situation. In addition, gradually the look of black eyes acquired meaningfulness. The werewolf tilted his head slightly to the side, and then a sly grin spread on his lips.

- Indeed? grinned.

I do not intend to repeat myself, so I just lifted my chin proudly and put as much contempt as possible into my gaze. It has worked more than once in its time.

“So you belong to the alpha of the gray wolf clan?” he asked again.

She continued to be silent. She also tried to get her treacherous knees to stop showing signs of weakness and trembling. Either from fear, or from impatience to merge into a single whole with this stunning male.

“Yaroslava,” the sly smile on his lips was filled with anticipation.

With absolutely no ceremony, the stranger turned me around with one jerk to face the bar, and then buried his nose in the back of my head.

I'm gone!

Hot rough palms pushed my black curls over my shoulder, clearing their way. His fingers touched the collar of her blouse, peeling back the silk. I had a piercing spasm as his tongue ran over a completely untouched area of ​​​​skin, where, in fact, a mark should be marked: either a mark of ownership, like pairs, or residual scars from a bite. The fact that I will never have anything like this will definitely not interest anyone now.

“Little liar,” he breathed into the back of my head.

A slight chill went through her skin, still damp from his touch. And a quiet treacherous moan escaped my lips by itself.

It would be better to remain silent!

After all, this is the loudest signal for action for him ...

"You're so sweet," whispered potentially the second man in my life into my ear. - My desire. Yaroslav.

From the way he growled, pronouncing my name, the mind refused to perform even elementary functions. And he definitely got lost in an unknown direction, when his right hand shamelessly climbed under her skirt.

And this despite the fact that around a fucking cloud of people!

Apparently, the impudent, preoccupied werewolf still thought about the lack of privacy of the place, because with one sharp movement he pushed me against the wall, blocking the entire view to my body.

“You will regret this very much,” she threatened in a broken half-whisper. - And more than once...

It was the only resistance I could offer now. And not even because it was not possible to break out of his arms, not because in the event of an escape, he would catch up with me very soon, and then the retribution would be more significant, more merciless. No. That's not why. Because I wanted him to continue, as much as he did. Maybe even more.

I screamed softly as his fingers brushed through the sodden fabric of the panties, and then, without any prelude, pushing a thin strip of lace to the side, invaded me. The stranger exhaled hoarsely in my ear and immediately sucked in my scent noisily, and then pushed his hip with such force that I screamed again. The noise of the crowd swallowed up my pleading call, and the man ruthlessly continued to mock my body, pressing his thumb on the clitoris. Just one movement inside and out was enough for an all-consuming wave of orgasm to spread through the body. All I had to do was grab hold of his shoulders with both hands, because they were the only support for me now.

The world had not yet had time to acquire the colors of reality, and the stranger in a businesslike way tore me off the bar and picked me up in his arms to drag me towards the exit.

Well, of course, I’ve reached “condition”.

You can take care of it now...

What is there.

Probably, it would be worthwhile to express my indignation aloud, because not a single guard thought to stop the man resolutely heading towards the street in his arms with me shivering in his arms.

But I thought this place was a decent place, by the way!

The nicotine and alcohol-soaked air gave way to the more familiar Moscow smog. The brain decided to remember that its main activity is primarily to think, and not to depict melted cheese. And it is desirable so that without bad consequences. So before things got really bad, I tried to fix the situation.

"Let me go," she asked softly.

The stranger complied with the request immediately. Only when we were around the corner of the club in a cramped dark and deserted alley. The brickwork pressed against my back, I pressed myself against it more tightly, stepping back from the man as far as possible.

“Yaroslava,” the stranger growled softly.

A light warm wave swept from the tips of his toes, spilling over his entire body. I clenched my hips as hard as I could in a pathetic attempt to fight myself. The stranger stepped forward. The black gaze of the werewolf stared steadily into my eyes. He literally dabbled.

She swallowed hard, trying to bring some sanity back to her mind. The latter turned out to be frankly bad, because the barely tangible touch of male palms slowly passed from my knees, confidently rising higher, I got lost again and forgot myself.

Soon my skirt was pulled up to the waist. A soft, pleading moan escaped my lips. Once again, I gave permission to go further. And the man understood perfectly. A daring deep kiss swept away all remaining barriers and doubts. The stranger grabbed my hips and lifted me up. I had to wrap my legs around him. Because it's more convenient. Because that's exactly what I wanted. He pressed my body into an uneven and not at all clean surface so hard that it hurt. She tried to move away, but the werewolf did not let her come to her senses. The breaths mingled again and swallowed up my pitiful protest.