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He ran his thumb back and forth across my lower lip as he held my chin up so that I had to look into his eyes. His right hand held fast to the small of my back.
I tried to push him off, but it only made him squeeze tighter. His aura told me he was an Alpha.
In my line of work I learned fast that you get more flies with honey than with vinegar, so I pressed my hips to him and slowly started to grind. I brought my one hand to his at my jaw and guided his hand down to my breast. My other hand went to his ear, and lazily, I dragged my forefinger along his jawline and back, then down towards his collar.
He began to unfold into my embrace.
I lean in and trace the path of my finger with my tongue.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips before his hand grabs a fist of my hair and tugs it back harshly.
"Don't test me." He growls as his eyes flashed to an intense emerald-flecked with honey.
"Don't play with fire, if you're afraid to get burned" I retort without hesitation.
We stare each other down for another moment and I realize I have been entranced by this man and haven't been aware of my surroundings.
I've been oblivious to the roaring of the band and crowds ever since our skin came into contact.
I inhale deep, and deliberately to re-initiate my keen senses again.
I'm battling myself though. Not only is his scent engulfing me in arousing waves, but I am aware of the taste of him on my tongue.
Oh fuck, I've found my mate.