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Um, is it suddenly scorching hot in here?
My heart stutters in my chest, a shiver tracking up my spine as my wolf pushes to the surface.
She likes being claimed by Madd a littletoomuch.
“C’mon,” he urges, shifting me to his side and tucking me against him with an arm around my shoulders. “The guys got a booth.”
“But we have a table over there,” I protest as he starts to lead me off the dance floor, pointing in the other direction.
Either he doesn’t hear me, or he doesn’t care. I’m betting on the latter. I shoot my friends an apologetic glance over my shoulder as Madd guides me over to a round booth tucked away in the corner where Iver and Ares are posted up. Madd slides in on the other side, pulling me with him and settling me on his lap.
“Hey, Sloane,” Ares drawls, his gaze immediately dropping to scope out my cleavage.
“Eyes up here, bro,” Madd growls in warning.
I stifle a giggle as Ares’ eyes ping to Madd’s, widening like he’s surprised he got caught. “Hey, I wasn’t-”
“Yes you were,” Madd snaps. “Don’t let me catch you doing it again.”
I twist around to look at Madd, rolling my eyes. “Really, caveman?”
He just grunts, shifting me on his lap until my ass is settled right over his very hard dick.
Well alright, then.
“I’m gonna go scope out the dance floor,” Ares sighs, moving to slide out of the booth. “Iver, you in?”
Iver shoots a smug grin our way before nodding in agreement, shuffling over and getting to his feet to follow Ares.
As soon as they depart, Madd slides us a little further into the booth until we’re facing the room, the table in front of us. “You feel what you’re doing to me?” he asks in a low voice as he rearranges me on his lap.
I lean back against him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Don’t blame me because you can’t control yourself.”
His hands stroke against my bare thighs, fingertips digging in as he kneads the pliant flesh. “Please,” he scoffs, leaning in closer until his lips tickle the shell of my ear. “As if you’re not dripping wet right now.”
I shiver as his fingertips brush the apex of my thighs, shuddering a harsh breath.
“You are, aren’t you?” he muses, catching my earlobe between his teeth and giving it a little tug.
If he keeps this up, we’re gonna have to get out of here, stat. Between the delicious way his ab muscles bunch and stretch against my back with his movements, the firm ridge of his dick riding beneath my ass, and the way he’s teasing my thighs with his rough fingertips, inching closer to where I want him, I’m practically a fucking puddle.
I gasp as he slides a hand inside the leg of my romper, his fingers brushing against the lace of my panties. “Madd!” I whisper-shout, body tensing and thighs slamming together.
“Shhh,” he hushes, tracing the seam of my pussy lips with his finger. “Don’t make it obvious.”
I grab for his wrist beneath the table, pressing my thighs together tighter and squirming to get away. “What if someone sees?” I hiss through clenched teeth.
He holds me tight against him, chuckling lowly in my ear. “Relax, babe. Unless they’re laying on the floor looking under the table, they can’t see shit.” He uses his other hand to pry my thighs apart, giving him better access to stroke me through my panties.
My eyes dart around the bar, terrified that I’ll find someone looking- but from the way we’re tucked in the corner, we’re fairly inconspicuous.
Still, I probably shouldn’t let him continue…right?
I had quite a few drinks before he showed up tonight, so I blame what happens next on the liquor.
Madd’s fingers slip beneath my panties, the thick tip of one sliding inside me with ease.
Because he’s right.
