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My lips consumed his, and if his muffled moan didn't empower me enough, it was the way one arm hooked around my waist, while his other hand moved to run through my short locks and keep my head still so I couldn't break the intense connection.
I don't know what made kissing a guy as a male so different -or better yet, exhilarating -in comparison to as a female, but it was something rather addicting if you got lost in how commanding you felt when you took the lead.
The lingering idea that I had the ability to make someone like Dimitris moan and breathe heavily with a mere kiss sent a wild thrill to keep pushing - to entice him until he exploded.
I could only assume that whoever was driving had the tinted glass divider up, or the poor individual would get to listen to our sloppy kisses as our tongues darted into each other's mouths to explore the hollow walls and enjoy the vivid taste.
Dimitris tasted like he had a hint of whisky, but you wouldn't know that he took a quick swig of alcohol with his exquisite scent of rich cologne. I was sure he was exhausted, and here I was - deciding tonight would be the battle of dominant masculinity for the sake of my damn sanity.
I didn't break the kiss until we were panting heavily and the world felt like it was spinning. As much as I wanted to remain in this form, I knew if I did, it would end with far fewer clothes and a potential fine for fucking in the car.
As if a tiny fine would be the main debate in this illogical mental dispute.
Deciding to be risky, I leaned right in to kiss the side of his neck, my lips moving with passion against his hot flesh as I enjoyed his hitched breaths before a soft groan escaped his throat as I sank my teeth in enough to make a mark.
After kissing the sensitive spot lightly and sealing it with a slow lick, I pulled away and allowed my taunting eyes to take in Dimitris's flustered expression.
"We should do this again," I offered. "I like this hidden conflict of power."
Dimitris didn't seem pleased in the slightest, but he couldn't comment as I was back to my female self. Dimitris's eyes lowered to my chest - his questioning eyebrow raise only telling me what I figured had happened.
"You mind reaching for my spare bra that's tucked in the side over there?" I inquired. He did exactly that, though his eyes never left my chest until after he handed me the packet that carried a spare bra and matching panties.
"You don't even like boobs," I emphasized.
He actually frowned at my statement. "It's not like I don't like them. They're still interesting to watch."
"But you like cock."
He took another moment to answer. "Essentially."
I shook my head while I worked on getting my bra on. "I swear, if that happens again, I feel like I wouldn't be satisfied until I fucked you or some crazy shit."
"Your honesty is interesting," he admitted, and suddenly reached out to press a hand to my forehead.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "I don't have a fever."
"I can feel that," he noted. "You've been switching too much. From Willow to William, back and forth all day, or at least outside of that eight-hour gap as Willow, which isn't your usual pattern."
"If you're concerned about me, I'll be okay," I assured him as my bra was finally fixed. "Sorry for uh..." I paused and looked at our position. "Actually, I'm not apologizing for essentially jumping you. That's my right."
"Your right?"
"You're my Alpha, right? If I have needs, you're supposed to fulfill them."
His look was enough to make me snicker because he looked so disturbed by my statement.
"Oh c'mon! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean the idea of showing a little love and endurance is going to kill you."
"Just because I'm your Alpha, that doesn't mean I will attend to your sexual spikes of overpowering torture," he got to the point.
"So that's what happened?" I offered and yawned. "Fuck. Was I having a nightmare or something? It felt like I couldn't breathe when I woke up."
"You need to stay on one topic." Dimitris sighed. "Yes, you had a nightmare, and that was why I woke you up. That's when you proceeded to try to kill me."
"You and I both know if I wanted to kill you, we wouldn't be talking," I stated the obvious. "I wanted to cut your pretty throat, but that would ruin your perfect fashion appearance for the world to fawn over, and I couldn't possibly be that cruel."
His judgemental stare made me smile in pride.
