HUNTED-Chapter 408: Broken Fang (3)

Out of all the people to leave her, Keira never anticipated it would be Adrian Sinclair. He’d wanted her for months, and even without that, she’d actually grown fond of their friendship. Not now!

He left her!

She could take care of herself, but the muscles on this guy…

It wasn’t going to be easy…

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Would she be kicked out of Broken Fang forever? Okay, that wasn’t a total loss. There were plenty of other places she could go to if ever she did get this need to drink and dance again.

The more Keira thought about it, the more annoyed she became. "What is your problem?!" She demanded and began to twirl around. The lights blurred together, and she grew lightheaded.

Keira’s foot caught on something, and she stumbled to the side, but the stranger steadied her. His touch was electrifying, sending shockwaves of heat and desire directly to her core. Jeez, it must have been Adrian’s fangs and getting worked up in his arms that a stranger’s touch could feel this damned good.

This man had barely touched her, and she was already becoming a puddle in his arms.

It was embarrassing.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Let me go, and I won’t be such an inconvenience to you," Keira remarked, finding him and her throbbing core irritating. Seriously, get a grip!

The man’s grip on her tightened, his face lowering to her shoulder as his powerful presence alone enveloped her in his shadow. Another shiver tingled down her spine, straightening it as Keira became overly aware of his body. She waited for the man to speak, her heart thudding erratically as she gradually melted more and more into his hold.

This stranger wasn’t doing anything! Yet, the more he stayed there, holding her as others danced to the pounding music, she felt more and more comfortable in his arms. It shouldn’t be like that. His frame felt huge; it should be threatening, and she should be threatened!

But for that exact reason, Keira felt protected and a little turned on.

Alright… Very turned on.

Goddess woman! She hasn’t even seen his face! What was wrong with her? Calm the F down!

Yet when he began to move, her hips followed, instinctively moving with him. Keira glanced at the man, but all she could make out were the dark strands of dishevelled hair and… was that a scar at the top of his eyebrow?

The hot stranger shot back as though he didn’t want her to see his face whilst their bodies were still connected. Feeling a little courageous and adventurous, especially now that she’d danced a little with this total stranger, Keira relaxed more into him, swaying her hips, placing her hands over his forearms, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

His hands loosened their hold on her, and she started to turn around to see who the hell she was grinding her ass against.

The man stopped her, tsking. It only made her crave to see him more! The idea of dancing with someone she didn’t know the face of but could tell their body had been sculpted by the Gods themselves was good enough for her. It made it more thrilling.

It was a thrilling distraction. One she let herself fall into.

Keira’s hands slid back and wrapped around his neck, forcing his body to hunch forward slightly. The feel of his face against the top right of her forehead sent sparks along her body. His hand lowered to her thigh, stroking the skin just below the skirt.

"Why did you wear this?" His voice was deep. It was too deep as if he was purposely thickening his voice. Yet, somehow it was familiar as well, though she couldn’t pinpoint where she’d possibly heard his voice.

Nothing came to mind. Who would when they sounded like some poor attempt at Batman covering their voice? Why did he not wish his face or voice to be known?

Those were excellent questions, and did she ask all of this in her highly aroused state? No. No, she did not. Dammit. Was she acting like one of those stupid people in horror films doing something exactly a viewer would scream at the TV for because it was so utterly ridiculous?

Quite possibly.

But... he was ripped to shreds, and his smell was divine! -- that’s what will be written on her gravestone...

"Well?" He asked impatiently. Ah, right. He asked something. He was grumbling about her dress?

"You don’t like it?" Kiera breathed, letting her head flop back more, resting against his chest, eyes closing as his scent coiled around her. "Do I look awful in it?"

"You know you don’t," he grunted, still sounding annoyed.

"Then why are you so grumpy, Mr Grumpy Stranger?" Her lips tugged into a small smile as her eyes opened.

But she didn’t try to look at his face this time. She was kind of enjoying the whole mystery man theme going on here. Instead, she stared up at the bright red lights twirling around.

"Because others see what is…" He trailed off; his voice was barely a whisper, not intended for Keira to hear anyway. "Do you enjoy everyone’s attention?"

His tone had turned accusatory. She didn’t like that, and it was ruining the mystery hot stranger fantasy she was cooking up in her mind right now.

"Stop ruining the mood," Keira frowned even while sparks zapped down her arms where they were connected. "Just dance with me."

Since when was she so courageous and outrageous like this?!

The man chuckled but didn’t comment further. Keira closed her eyes to the rich timber of his voice as it rumbled through her. His muscles were hard, but her softness curved around him, moulding to him like they were always meant to be against each other.

What a ridiculous notion. She wasn’t old enough to find her mate, and was yet to receive her wolf. That meant this dark and mysterious stranger was just utterly overly dreamy, or perhaps the idea of him was that she felt such sparks along their skin touching.

The beat of the music thrummed through them, and their tempo picked up, her ass grinding against him, and desire delved to her core as she felt his hardness straining against his jeans and against her backside. His fingers dug into her skin, and his hot breaths caressed her face as his lips trailed down her ear.

Keira gasped softly to his teeth, nibbling on her earlobe and gripping her fingers in the back of his hair.

While they danced in the mist, stepping back slightly, sensations ricochet across her body, Keira didn’t realise they were getting closer to a darkened corner. Her hand slid along the stranger’s jaw, sighing when she felt strong jawline almost slicing her hand. The stubble prickling against her fingertips.

Keira’s hair clung to her cheek, and his and his face lowered, lips sliding along her skin. A growl made her jump, but his arms tightened around her waist. "His smell is all over you," he bit out deeply in that Batman-type voice.

"Then don’t smell it…" Keira trailed off, her toes curling in her heels as his lips caressed her throat. Unlike when Adrian had been there, this man’s touch erupted flames to flicker along her sensitive skin. His tongue followed, and she began grinding in a circular motion against him as he kissed his way down her neck, inciting a low moan.

"Fuck," he breathed. Keira frowned a little at the familiarity of his voice. She’d definitely heard that voice before...

But when he began sucking between her neck and collarbone, she lost her senses. The stranger held her up as he devoured her neck, bruising and claiming it, driving Keira mad with desire.

Her fingers clung to his dishevelled hair, wanting, no needing, a taste of him.

As soon as the suction stopped and his lips lifted, Keira clutched his face, eyes pinched shut as their lips collided. There was a brief pause before he growled, and she was thrust up against the wall, his hands tugging her legs around his waist. The cool surface of the wall hit her back, and she gasped, giving him entry to dive his tongue past her lips and brutally swirl and claim her as his.

At this moment, Keira allowed herself to be his. She definitely was his.

At this moment, she let herself be free; all her inhibitions crashed down as he ravaged her mouth. His hips pinned her to the wall, one hand gripping her waist and the other covering her eyes. She panted against him, feeling more and more lightheaded from this all-consuming kiss. It was utterly intoxicating.

The drinking didn’t help either.

A whimper escaped Keira’s lips when his hand slammed into the wall beside her, and his body heat suddenly vanished. She collapsed onto the ground.

With widened eyes, Keira blinked profusely, confused by the emptiness of his fiery touch. She looked up, but all she saw was the stranger’s broad shoulders as he stormed off, his hands fisted by his sides.