“Is there a better offering than the joining of bodies?” His smile is full of ill intentions and dominance. “Maybe you’ll gift us with a public bonding.”
I’m frozen in place, horrified at his machinations.
“You honor us, Alpha.”
Cadoc’s response turns my stomach. I move away, only to bump into Kirk.
“Water?” Kirk grips my wrists and leads me away.
“Where are you going? The fun and games are just starting.” Alpha’s jovial tone hides malice.
All around the ballroom, people are indulging in various public displays of affection. Bodies grind together on the floor. Some couples are pressed against the wall, rutting like animals.
The scent of sex and lust is mouthwatering. Slick drips down my thighs, signaling my bodies readiness to mate. A man rips the bodice of his wife’s dress. I whimper, tasting their passion on the air.
Kirk presses his lips to my ear. “Just a little farther.”
He grips my waist and guides me around the corner. Every step we take makes the flames licking at my insides jump higher. I can’t go into a mating heat here. We duck into an empty room and he closes the door behind me.
“Kirk.” I wince at the whine in my voice. This isn’t me.
“You’re going to be okay.”
“It hurts.” Bending over, I clutch my stomach.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He spears fingers through his hair. “I have something to help, but it’s going to take time to kick in.”
I shove my dress up and slip my hand into my panties.
He holds out a pill and I wrap my lips around his digits, moaning as I run my fingers through my hot slick and circle my clit.
Kirk groans. “You’d tempt a saint.”
“Please,” I rub faster, knowing his fingers would feel better. Need mate.
“It’s the heat talking.” Jaw tightening, he pulls his fingers free.
“I need you.” Tilting my hips, I press two fingers inside and moan at the relief.
Flexing my walls, I thrust in and out of my cunt. Unable to reach the niggling itch, I rock my hips. The wet sound fills the room. Keening, I curve my fingers and move faster.
“Not enough.” I shake my head.
“Just a little longer.” His voice is strained. I stare at the large bulge in his pants.
“Kirk.” I cry his name as an orgasm breaks, only to turn my need into a roaring fire. A strangled cry leaves my throat. I add a third finger.
“Shit. I can’t watch this.” Kirk drops to his knees and his head disappears under the layers of my skirt.
He tugs my panties, ripping them in his haste, and wraps his lips around my clit. I cup the back of his head. My back arches and my eyes slam shut.
Shuddering, I ride the wave of bliss. He continues thrusting his tongue into my pussy. His hands cupping my ass is the only thing keeping me standing as my knees go weak.
Lapping at my slick, he cleans me up before he sits back on his heels.
“Better?”
Unable to speak, I nod as I struggle to catch my breath. With my body calm and the she-wolf in my head silenced; I can think clearly. His brown skin glistens with my slick and his eyes are darkened with desire.
Bringing my hand to his mouth, he sucks my fingers clean. The medicinal qualities of his saliva sweeps through my body, cooling down the heat, and muzzling the animal I share my soul with.
“You back with me?” His rough voice cuts through the calm.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Nodding, he stands and adjusts his bulge. My fingers itch to cup and measure it.
“What did you give me?”
“A Hail Mary dose of inhibitors and physical stimulation to quicken the absorption and appease your wolf.” He gives me a sad expression.
“If it worked, why do you look like that?”
“I took the edge off, but I created a bigger problem. You can’t take any more of the pills I gave you.”
“What?”
“You have to let nature take its course now.”
