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The girl’s not awakened, but she’s also not dead.
Women can’t love me because there’s nothing in my burned-out soul worth caring about, but I mastered the bad boy asshole thing by fifteen.
They line up to fuck.
I ease Lilah’s bandaged foot into the shoe and carefully tighten the buckles. Her toes are adorable. Like little round pearls. I tweak the smallest one.
“Finn!” she gasps my name.
Fuuuuck, that’s good.
I want to carry her everywhere, but I set her down to let her test the shoe situation. “Okay?”
“Good.” She shifts her weight back and forth. “There’s a club?”
“This way.” I tug her away before Hunter can follow.
Then I carry her upstairs. I’m no gentleman. I just want to grab her hips and feel her body pressed against mine. Lilah’s so goddamned small. I can’t help leaning in to smell her hair.
All I get is lake water and sweat. I know that’s not right.
There should be more. Maybe after she awakens?
For the first time, it’s something to look forward to.
The upstairs bouncer leaps the fuck out of my way without carding. Smart man. Lilah doesn’t notice. Now she’s the one tugging me toward the writhing dancefloor.
She dives straight into the chaos.
My kind of girl.
But when she starts to move, I lose words.
She’s boneless. She moves like the beat is in her blood, like she was born to feel herself. Sexy as fuck, even swimming in Hunter’s too-big hoodie. The hem of her borrowed dress creeps higher and higher, baring the kind of pale, silky thighs you need to spend way more than one night between.
I watch her without blinking, and I’m not the only alpha tracking this sweet piece of prey.
Darkness leeches out my vision.
When an asshole steps too close, like he deserves to touch her skin, breathe her air, I let my dominance bleed. He flinches so hard he sloshes his beer when he flees.
Every single alpha who can’t meet my gaze fucks right off, leaving Lilah alone to shake and wind.
I’m so fucking hard for her.
When the beat slows, turning raunchier, I slip behind her.
She sinks against me, so sweet, so submissively showing me the long, smooth column of her neck.
We move together, her ass grinding against me, her arms slipping down my thighs. I’m turned on as fuck, so I shouldn’t give a shit that her dance has nothing to do with me.
I never give a shit about anything.
But I need Lilah’s attention.
I grip her soft throat and tilt her chin back with my thumb. When her head bumps my chest, and she stares up at me, seeing only me, Lilah wears a smile like moonbeams. My heart gives the one full-on thump it usually saves for jumping off bridges.
Fucking weird.
