Giving Her The Best Night

T H O M A S

I will ensure her safety at all costs. She is under my protection. Even if it's only for tonight, as I am not someone meant to be a part of anyone's future, Hera belongs to me for this evening. And I will treat her accordingly.

As we finally arrive at the top, one of my guards opens the door to my private room. Once the door closes behind us, the music is completely muted.

"I've soundproofed the room," I mention, taking off my blazer and hanging it on the chair.

She looks around, amazed by the opulence of the room.

I press a button on the wall, causing the frost on the glass to disappear, allowing her to see outside the club.

"That's a nifty little feature," she comments, walking over to the wall to observe the dancing crowd.

"We can see them, but they can't see us," I clarify, wanting her to feel as secure as possible with a stranger.

"You must own this place to have an office like this."

"I do."

She turns to me and smiles, a smile so captivating that it almost makes me stumble as I move around the bar. Men like me don't stumble, but her smile is powerful enough to halt a man in his tracks.

"Your club is everything I hoped for. I've been wanting to come here for so long, but I had to wait until I was of legal age," she reveals.

I grab two flutes and a bottle of chilled champagne, then approach her, my heart skipping a beat as she faces me once more.

She is stunning in a way that I'm sure often goes unnoticed. She is natural, a quality not always valued in today's world. Her cheekbones are naturally high, her big brown eyes innocent and pure.

She’s like a gentle lamb surrounded by wolves, completely unaware of how desperately I crave her. I extend the flute glass towards her, and she accepts it, our fingers grazing each other, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I can tell she felt it too, judging by the way she gasps for air.

I pop open the Hera, and the cork shoots across the room, releasing a cascade of bubbles. "Happy birthday, Hera," I say as I fill her glass and then mine, raising it to toast with hers, causing our flutes to clink.

"Thank you, Thomas," she replies, taking a sip of the champagne without flinching this time.

"I assume you didn't enjoy the martini you had earlier?"

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Oh God, you saw that? Please don't fire your bartender or anything. It wasn't their fault." She grabs onto my forearm, and the warmth from her touch sears through me. "I don't drink. At all. I've only seen martinis ordered in movies, you know," she tosses her hair over her shoulder and lowers her voice seductively, "I'll have a martini. Dirty. Shaken. Not stirred."

I chuckle at her rambling, finding her conversation refreshing. Dealing with business all the time, it's been ages since I had a conversation that didn't involve someone's death.

"And it didn't turn out well for you?" I observe as she recalls her martini.

"No. Oh God, no. I had no idea it was just vodka. It's disgusting. Who can drink vodka straight like that? It burned all the way down."

"You can also ask for gin. It's not just vodka," I inform her.

"Oh. I-uh-I didn't know that," she stammers, blushing once again. "I really like this champagne. It's not overly sweet. It's dangerously good."

"Isn't a little bit of danger enticing?" I take a step closer, invading her personal space, to see if she retreats. If she does, no harm is done. It means she's not interested in what I have in mind for the night.

Hera moves closer until her breasts brush against my chest. She licks her lips before taking another sip of her champagne.

The tension between us grows, our eyes locked in a heated gaze as we stand in silence. She finishes her champagne and I reach for the bottle beside her, leaning in just enough to hint at my desire to kiss her. Her breath brushes against my lips, and her sharp inhale brings a smile to my face.

After straightening up, I open the door to my private balcony, letting the music flood the room as bodies sway on the dance floor. I offer my hand to her, and she slips hers into mine. Pulling her close, the champagne spills over the rim of the glass as I bring her hand to my mouth, kissing the top of her knuckles and tasting the bubbles.

"Let's dance," I suggest as the song shifts to something slower and sexier.

"I'd love to," she replies, taking a few sips of champagne while I finish mine and place the glasses on the nearby table.

I spin her around, pressing her back against my chest, and the curve of her ass against my arousal. I sway my hips to the rhythm of the music, each movement she makes fueling my desire.

Gently, I move her hair to the other shoulder, burying my nose in her neck. She smells intoxicatingly sweet, and I can't resist the urge to taste her. She got that strong and fragrant smell a Luna could hold!

Pressing my lips against her throat, she tilts her head to the side, granting me access. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her closer so she can feel the hardness between my legs. She grinds against me, increasing the pressure, and a groan escapes my lips.

"You're tempting me," I growl in her ear before sucking on her earlobe. And my wolf started to burn inside me.

(Claim her!)

Easy boy!

She twirls around, her arms encircling my neck, and I slide my knee between her legs. This isn’t dancing. It’s making love with clothes on, and all I can think about is peeling that dress off her and showing her how amazing I can make her feel.

I’m not sure how long we dance, but it’s enough for my clothes to start sticking to me, and several songs have played. The air is heavy with desire, and as she leans back, I lean in and kiss her neck. My hand grasps the side of her neck and pulls her up to face me. Our eyes lock, a silent question in her big brown eyes before they drop to my lips.

I pull her closer, capturing her lips with mine, and she melts into me. Her lips are soft, with a hint of champagne on her tongue.

“Take me inside,” she breathes against my lips.

Without a word, I lead us through the door, our kiss unbroken. She feels different from any other woman I’ve been with. There’s something about her lips, her body, and our connection that feels natural. I want more.

I want a future with her. I want her to be my Luna. I don’t care about mates and destiny. I will hold my universe. I will choose the woman whom I want to spend the rest of my life and to be at my side as I rule my kingdom.

I shut the door and press the button on the glass, letting the frost cover it, so we’re alone. Our kiss becomes urgent and messy as we fall onto the bed in the center of the room. I don’t usually bring women here. This is my sanctuary, but Hera is special.

I can feel it.

She starts unbuttoning my shirt, and I unzip the back of her dress. I want to see it fall, so I pull away from her lips and tug her dress down.

She’s in a strapless lace bra, her breasts pushed up, and a groan of pleasure escapes me as the dress pools around her feet. Her legs are endless, and by the end of the night, they'll be wrapped around me.

I take off my shirt next, and she inhales sharply when she sees my body. She runs her hand down my stomach, her fingers tracing each muscle.

“You’re a hunk,” she murmurs, gazing at me like she's never seen a man's body before.

“Oh, you outshine me by far.” I stroke her hips, her skin feeling so different under my hands that have seen so much darkness. “You're stunning.” I unhook her bra with a flick of my wrist. It drops to the floor, giving me a perfect view. “Holy shit,” I muttered, running my fingers up her sides before gently cupping her breasts.

They fit perfectly in my hand.

My thumbs graze her nipples, and she gasps, undoing my belt. Her movements are quick and eager.

Chuckling, I lean down to kiss her again. “I'm not going anywhere. No need to rush,” I say, as I lower my zipper.

I press my hand against her chest, guiding her down until she's lying on my bed. Her dark hair frames her face, and her nipples harden. I keep my gaze locked on her. I want her to see how much I desire her. I undress, tossing my pants aside and gripping my cock in my hand.

Her lips part, eyes wide with surprise, and she sits up, trailing her finger along the tip. I let out a hiss, enjoying her inquisitiveness, and she leaned down, taking the head into her mouth. I let out a groan, observing her gaze up at me with those long lashes. Her tongue dances around the swollen tip, tracing each and every bump.

"You look incredible with my cock filling your mouth," I compliment, gripping her hair as she attempts to take more of me in.