“Can we go there tonight? I’d love to meet some of your friends, your pack. Wait, I’m only nineteen, can I get in?”

Masen throws his head back and laughs. “You are so damn adorable. It’s my bar, baby. If I want to shut it down to make love to you on the stage, I could. Can you get in?” He chuckles.

“That sounds kind of nice, maybe next time.” I meant it as a joke, but the way he reacts makes me want to go there now.

His hands grip my hips, and he pushes me down harder on his lap as he grinds up. One of his arms curves around my back. His hand goes to the opposite shoulder, his finger cups my mark as he seeks my lips for a kiss. He kisses me like he needs to, like he can’t help but kiss me. My hands caress his back and up his sides over his massive shoulders to his thick neck. God, I love how he feels. Every inch of his body powerful. As I grow wet with desire, my fingers get bold, grabbing his hair and tugging. His resounding growl encourages me to let my body guide me. I break our kiss and move my mouth to his bottom lip, I suck it gently into my mouth. As I release, I bite a little harder than a tease but not to hurt him. His grunt and the way his hips thrust up let me know it’s okay. I lick the slight pain I caused and move down to his shadowed chin. I let my tongue barely graze his thick hairs, loving the texture against me. I purr with satisfaction.

Moving down his neck, I kiss and suck my way to his ear, occasionally giving a firm bite to his tension-filled neck. I like it much more than I should. I want to mark his entire body with my teeth. I must say it out loud because I hear Masen’s deep voice. “Go ahead, baby. Your teeth feel good on my skin,” he grates through his clenched teeth.

At his ear, I whisper with heated breath, “I need to fuck you, Masen. Then, I want you to make love to me, slow.”

He shudders beneath me, crushing me close. “Love it when you say my name, baby.”

I push away from him enough to look in his hooded eyes, black with need. I nudge his shoulders back so he’s laying back on the bed with his feet on the floor. I crawl down his body, tasting every inch as I go. When I make it to the top of his pants, I stand over him at the foot of the four-poster bed. His enormous body splayed out for me makes me feel so powerful. Knowing he could crush any threat with his bare hands and willingly puts himself at my mercy is heady. His head lifts to watch every move I make. The look in his eyes tells me he’s indulging me. He’s the predator here, always will be, but we are both enjoying my game.