His fingers bunched in the fringe on my dress as he locked my body to his. The darkness in his eyes told me he was just as gone as I was. I wasn’t sure how long it had been since we got here.

We were both sweating, and my feet ached. The time with him slipped away so easily. When I caught the time on a nearby phone, it had been nearly three hours dancing. Ben had my body on fire. Every place he touched me felt like I was fully back in heat, and I was so wet between my thighs there was no way he didn’t scent it.

“You’re pushing against my control, Esme,” he whispered.

“What if I’m doing it on purpose?” I rolled my body into his, intentionally grinding our hips so I could feel his cock. It had been hard all night, and now was no exception.

Ben tugged me through the crowd of dancers toward the back of the club, only stopping when we reached the dark hallway that led to the bathrooms. I was up against the wall in seconds, his mouth on mine.

“Your scent will drive me to madness.”

“Maybe we need a little madness,” I managed.

A growl rumbled through his chest before he kissed me again, one hand in my hair, the other sliding down to cup my ass.

God, I wanted him to fuck me against this wall. It was a terrible idea, and we both knew it, but I was feral enough that I didn’t care.

One strap of my dress slipped off my shoulder and Ben’s mouth followed it. “The second you ran into me that night, you were all I could think about. You’re still all I think about. Every fucking second my lips aren’t on your skin I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“Ben—”

The kiss stole words and breath and everything else. I needed him closer, and that was impossible because the only way for him to be closer was for him to be inside me. The moan in my throat told him everything he needed to know.

A flash brighter than the sun broke us apart, blinking. A man with a camera stood there, smiling like he’d just won the fucking lottery, and he had. That photo would make him money.

I heaved in breath, leaning against the wall. No part of me was processing what just happened. I was still drunk on the scent of Alpha, and I still wanted to pull him to me until we were merged.

But Ben? The fury on his face was like thunder, and it was fucking beautiful. He turned on the photographer, seeming to grow another foot. “Did you just take a picture of my Omega without her consent?”