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ever see him again after that. There was no risk of becoming attached to him, she could indulge in a fling and then do as her father wanted and go back to dating a suit again.
    The Howlin’ Wolves did their trademark howls at the end of their set and the audience joined in. Sasha stiffened behind her. Maybe it surprised him? The crowd thinned out, but she was happy to stay in his arms. If he could make her feel like this, after an hour of close dancing, what would he be like in bed?
    She’d been the good girl all her life. Dated the men her father approved of. Apart from Ryan, slept with one other guy, a safe but boring choice that did not threaten her sanity in any way. This was finally her teenage rebellion, just a few years late. Sasha was a bad boy on so many levels, and right now she wanted to be very bad. Could she take him home tonight? The downside of living with your parents, was that random hook-ups were difficult, especially since they thought she was still seeing Phillip. Could she go back to Sasha’s place? She wriggled against his groin some more and heard the way he sucked in his breath.
    “You’re killin’ me, wife-to-be.”
    Megan took a deep calming breath. He was keen, she could feel that. No boy would turn down the offer of a one-night stand. She shimmied free from his arms and turned to face him, before draping her arms across his shoulders. “Hey, husband-to-be.”
    He folded her into a tight embrace, their bodies pressed together from chests down to hips. She resisted the urge to stroke the very hard bulge in his jeans. “Hey, yourself.” Sasha’s eyes gleamed in the weak light and she smiled, pretending a confidence she didn’t feel. Damn. She’d thrown back enough alcohol tonight to forget any remaining inhibitions, but the prospect of shamelessly asking if she could go back to his place still stuck in her throat.
    “I need the bathroom,” she improvised. Her ears were ringing from the noise of the band and she wondered if he was suffering too, but he nodded and smiled.
    “Sure. I’ll wait with your girls.” Oh yes, Lou and Nessa. How could she have forgotten her friends so quickly? Slipping free from Sasha’s arms—and feeling instantly bereft—Megan waved to the others and gestured toward the back of the club. Nessa nodded, elbowed Lou, currently talking to a biker-type dressed in black leathers and heavy boots, and then set off to join her. Megan needed help, of the girlfriend variety.
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    Sasha’s mind whirled like a fairground ride, skittering from one fear to another. Mate . Responsibility. Permanent. Claiming. One word flashed at the forefront of his brain, so bright he imagined it lit up in neon letters. Mine . He tried to suck in a calming breath. Fuck, no. He was too young. There were too many things he wanted to do before he settled down. His wolf growled, and snarled inside him. Mine .
    You can’t fight biology. He remembered Jake’s sage warning months earlier, when he’d met and claimed his own Mate. But Jake was thirty-two when he met Lillian. Sasha’s eyes searched the gloom at the back of the club and caught sight of Megan disappearing behind a door. A long haired asshole had been staring at her as she walked by and Sasha gave the guy a death glare. He didn’t know how he felt about this revelation, but he sure as hell knew he didn’t want any other fuckwit snatching her from under his nose.
    “It gets you like that, aye.” Lou’s words made no sense. He flicked her a glance, unwilling to look away from the bathroom door. Did she know? Nah, must be a lucky guess. “The vibe in here.” She gestured to the fingers of smoke drifting on the air currents. “Megan loves it, but it makes me feel edgy. It’s the same for you, isn’t it?”
    Yeah, just a lucky guess. He corralled his thoughts. “How do you mean?”
    Lou shrugged. “Megan says there’s something here that she feels at home with. I keep imagining we’re going to get jumped by vampires, or