He wanted her so badly. His cock wouldn’t get the message to soften.
Taking care of his needs with his imagination and his hand wasn’t going to cut it for much longer. The moment he closed the distance, he couldn’t resist touching her. For three years, he’d denied himself the simple pleasures in life that included just holding her.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her back against him and pressed his lips against her neck. “What are you doing?” he asked. He didn’t allow her to feel the hardness of his cock.
She leaned back so she rested against his chest. “I’m dancing. What are you doing?” she asked.
“People are watching you,” he said.
“Let them watch. I’m just dancing and having some fun. You’re the one who’s being a spoilsport. You don’t want me, Decker. You won’t let me leave. You don’t think I’ve noticed men look but don’t touch?” She spun around in his arms, and as he stared into her eyes, the fight was even harder.
“What did you do?”
“None of your business.”
“My happiness and my future are my business. You shouldn’t be meddling in my life. You refused that right when you denied me. Stop invading my world.” She pushed against his chest and left the dance floor. For a few seconds, he simply watched the sway and curve of her ass.
She was temptation.
Go after her.
This was a big mistake.
Misha left the bar, and it didn’t take long for him to close the distance.
He should leave her alone. Ignore her. Go back inside and talk to his father, stepmother, and Blueberry, or anyone from the pack.
Instead, he grabbed Misha’s hand and spun her around, and she collided with his body.
“What?” She snapped out the word, and he just couldn’t resist another moment.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her in close and took possession of her lips. They tasted just as good as he imagined they would.
So soft and plump, designed for him.
It was cruelty of the fates that this woman was perfect for him. Her body. Her mind. Her spirit. It all called to him.
Misha moaned as he slid his tongue across her lips, and she gasped. Her hands went to his chest, and slowly, she worked them up until she held on to him. He didn’t want to let her go, not for a single second.
With one hand in her hair, the other, he slid down, gripping the fullness of her ass.
Temptation.
His mate.
His woman.
His everything.
Chapter Four
Misha sat in her spot, looking up at the sky.
Life was cruel.
The alcohol hadn’t blurred out the memory of Decker’s lips on hers. She reached up and touched her lips. It had only been a couple of days, but it was like she could feel his lips on hers, and that was the cruelest part.
He’d kissed her. Her first real kiss.
Then he’d left. Without a single word.
She should have known he’d leave her like that. Wanting, yearning, craving, and then nothing.
Decker was a dick.
Dropping her hand, she stared up at the sky. The full moon wasn’t anywhere near, but she didn’t want to be here during the next one.
She was tired of fighting Decker, and she was so over people pitying her. Going back into that bar to Blueberry, she had seen their looks. They all felt sorry for her, and it pissed her off. Getting to her feet, she brushed off the dry earth and stepped back through the forest, heading toward the town center.
Humans were still near the town. They’d been exploring the local forest for a couple of days now. Everyone was on their best behavior. If Decker caught her without wearing shoes, there would be hell to pay, but she loved the feel of the earth beneath her feet. Shoes hindered that. Doing this helped her to stay sane while living close to her dick of a mate.
Why did her mate have to be Decker? Life was so unfair.
From the dry earth to the warm pavement, Misha glanced around at the town square, where the pack meandered about with their day-to-day lives.
She spotted an elderly couple on the park bench. That was Bill and Elizabeth Payne. They had mated at eighteen and had been together ever since. If her memory served her well, they had ten children and an endless number of grandchildren. Their life was a thing of joy and envy.
Elizabeth had always gone to the care home where she lived, and Misha would listen for hours to the tales she told. Hearing about the love she had for her mate, Misha had always hoped to find someone like him. Instead, she got rejected.
She rubbed at her chest, feeling the sting as if it had just happened. The night Decker had denied her and their mating, she’d gone home and sobbed into her pillow. Blueberry had visited her, but Misha hadn’t shown her face for days, wanting to wallow in her misery. Eventually, with Blueberry’s help, and her overall refusal to be beaten down, she’d emerged and treated Decker as if he didn’t matter.