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his drink and stood.
    “Come on, let’s dance.” He pulled her into his arms and Missy’s vocal cords seized
    up. Tad folded her into him like a pillow into a slip. Every part of him nestled
    warm and smooth around her, solid and strong in all the right places. Warmth
    radiated from his core, and Missy concentrated on breathing in a slow, even
    rhythm. Hyperventilating on the dance floor. Wonder if anyone ever called the
    ambulance for that one?
    Missy laid her head against Tad’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. She was
    short enough that even with her high heels, his chin rested on top of her head, his
    arms reaching down to support her. She draped her hands around him, twining
    her fingers into the hair at his neckline. Tad hummed with pleasure.
    As they swayed together to the bluesy music, Missy wondered if what she felt
    was possible. An untriggered male and a runaway Omega wolf, there was a
    strange combination. She closed her eyes and relaxed the tight reins she’d been
    keeping on herself. Tad dropped his hands and ran them over her back, down her
    hips, snuggling her tighter against his body, a rock-hard ridge pressing into her
    belly. The scent of his arousal wafted by on the air and she gasped back a groan.
    She wanted to taste so badly.
    It was too much to continue to resist. Every nerve in her body screamed for him
    and she lost control. One flavour denied, she took the pleasure she could reach.
    Missy locked her fingers together, drew his mouth down and suckled his tongue.
    No gentle introduction, no soft finesse or enticement. Simple and hard desire
    drove her, his taste not even taking the edge off her need.
    She slipped one leg on either side of his, pressed her heated core into his thigh

    with the thought that some release would be better than none. Tad seemed to
    read her mind. He feasted on her mouth like a starving man while he danced
    them into the shadows at the edge of the floor, away from any curious onlookers.
    Tad dragged his lips from hers, his dark eyes snapping with need as he cupped
    her face in his hand. “You’re playing with wildfire. Is this what you want? In
    public? Because we can go back to your hotel.”
    Missy gave a little jump and forced Tad to catch her. Going back to her room was
    out of the question. She couldn’t—she wouldn’t dare—have sex with Tad without
    him being aware of what his heritage was. She wasn’t the one to tell him. But for
    tonight she was going to grasp the only thing she could and to hell with the
    consequences.
    She wrapped her legs around him tighter, pressing against the solid ridge of his
    cock until he made an instinctive thrust at her. She let her head drop back, her
    hands clinging to his neck as he supported her hips in his hands. Somehow he
    shuffled them farther from the dance floor into a dusky little nook.
    “More. Harder,” Missy whispered. All her nerve endings flowed to one spot at
    the juncture of her thighs where he rubbed and thrust until the sensation of
    pleasure started to peak and a low sound escaped her lips. Tad covered her
    mouth with his hungry kisses as he increased the pounding against her, pressing
    her back into the wall behind them, each stroke caressing her clit like they were
    skin on skin.
    The edge approached and she squeezed hard with her legs, adding the final bit of
    pressure she needed. She nipped at Tad’s lip, breaking the skin and drawing blood
    that she sucked with a cry of pleasure. She melted from head to toe and let him
    catch her, her body uncontrollable as her orgasm rippled through her. Tad thrust
    another time or two, pressing as deep as the fabric between them would allow
    before he hissed and tensed as he came.
    They stood wrapped in each other supported by the wall and a strange little
    ledge under her hips. His scent rose around them, thick and sweet on the air, and
    Missy’s mouth watered. What they’d done was dangerous but the safest thing
    under the circumstances. She opened her