Dance Around - Susi Hawke Page 0,20

arms. Tilting his head back, he jammed three fingers inside me while smiling as he lowered me to face level. I barely had the presence of mind to lower my legs and wrap them around his waist before he had me pinned against the wall again.

"Someone made a mess on my face. Lick it off. Taste yourself for me, Blondie."

Normally, I would bristle at the bossy alpha tone. Right now? Sexy as fuck. Sticking my tongue out, I started on the left and slowly turned my head, licking every drop from his forehead. Along with a healthy dose of his sweat.

"Mmm, salty." I winked, licking my lips for good measure. His golden eyes went dark with passion, and suddenly, we were kissing again. His fingers disappeared, and I felt something thicker—and so much better—bump against my hole. "Fucking yes. Give me everything you've got, Danny boy."

I felt his growl before I heard it. Possessive as hell, it rocked through me, and my dick was instantly hard all over again. Although I couldn’t focus on it except to note it happening. Every bit of my attention went to the thick cock shoving inside me with one smooth glide.

Without breaking our kiss, his hips pumped as he drove in and out. His frenzy of thrusts had me clawing at his shoulders and thanking everything holy he'd shown up in my room when he did. Almost too soon, glorious pressure pushed against the inner walls of my ass.

Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I jerked my head to the side and took a deep breath before groaning aloud. "Fuuuuck, yes! Fill me with your fat knot. Omigod... holy fucki—" I had to clamp my mouth shut, biting my lip in the process, when my teeth sharpened and elongated along with a clawing need to bite him.

To claim him. Make him mine.

Dan seemed to realize what was happening, or maybe he was fighting it too. He gripped my jaw and turned my face around to kiss me again. His sharp fangs clanked against my buck teeth, but somehow we made it work. Air hit my back as Dan started walking.

Opening one eye, I saw his were also open as he guided us... somewhere. I laughed at the clinking and rattling of dishes hitting the floor, then squeaked in surprise when cold metal pressed against my back as he laid me over the room service cart. Dan broke the kiss and hovered above me with a wicked smile.

"What are you do—" I sucked in a breath. When the cart shifted, his knot moved against my sweet spot. He stood in place, gripping the sides of the cart and gently moving it back and forth barely enough to grind his knot inside me without pulling enough to hurt my sensitive rim. "Ohhh... I like the way you think."

"Thank you. I like the way you think too, Blondie. You're the smartest person I know, and I mean it." He looked so sincere it nearly broke my heart.

Shaking my head, I lifted a shaky hand and pointed imperiously toward the bedroom. "Take me to my bed, stud. We'll be way more comfortable there. No offense, but this isn't where I want to be locked together until your knot goes down."

"Shh... always so bossy. Let me run lead on this mission, Blondie. I promise you'll be satisfied with the results." He spoke casually, but his stiff posture and the sweat beading across his forehead told me it was costing him. He still needed to come, and I was making him talk.

Fuck me, what a dick move, Gilligan.

Putting him first for once, I licked my lips as I ran my hands down his chest to tweak his nipples. "I'm already satisfied. And if you don't stop rocking this cart, I'll be satisfied again and make another mess on your salty flesh. This time on those washboard abs I'm surprised I never noticed."

Dan smirked. "Liar. I've seen you checking me out every time I shift. I bet you've licked every dip in my abs more than once in your fantasies."

"Cocky-assed Portuguese." And yes. Busted. I had definitely done exactly what he accused me of. More than once, in fact.

"Takes one to know one, Blondie." Fuck, he started rocking the cart again, and I saw stars when his knot pushed against my special spot again. And again. And... oh, fuck. I could barely keep my head straight to reply.

"I'm... not… Portuguese." Gasping my words, I was ready to come, even though neither