Page 31 of Dominion
Zolla nodded. “I’ll search the data from the phone and keep tabs on future calls. Do you two want to stay at my place tonight?”
He looked at Ashley. No way was he letting her spend the night anywhere near another wolf. “Nah, I’ll go find a motel nearby. Thanks for your help. You have my cell number, right?”
“Yep. You should stay a while—we’re about to play another set.”
“No,” he said, and then hesitated when he realized Ashley was giving him puppy eyes. He shrugged. “We might stay for a dance or two,” he said, wondering what had come over him.
Zolla grinned, not missing any nuance. “Enjoy.”
Ashley beamed at Zolla as he departed and Ben had to bite back the territorial snarl in his throat.
Her insides meltedlike hot butter just thinking about dancing with Ben. Somehow she’d never pictured Stone Man as a smooth dancer, but she’d never pictured him as a giant werewolf, either.
Mr. Macho had ordered drinks and tapas from the waiter in Spanish without asking what she’d like, but she hadn’t minded—she enjoyed the sound of the r’s rolling off his tongue, the sexy lilt to his voice in a language foreign to her. And the sangria and little plates of food the waiter brought were delicious.
“Are you going to teach me how to dance?”
His lips twisted into that faint glimmer of humor she’d come to relish. He stood up. “Yeah.”
She rose and he reached for her hand, his eyes skimming over her breasts, which she knew looked huge in the too-tight shirt. She glanced down and realized her erect nipples were poking through her bra and the shirt.Great.She flushed, then lost her breath at the way his eyes devoured her as he led her to the dance floor. Before she could think of anything to say, he spun her to face him, holding their clasped hands high and resting his other hand on the back of her ribs. His touch was light, but he controlled her body, propelling her forward and backward in a series of steps she didn’t know. She looked down, trying to watch his feet to figure out what to do.
“Don’t. Just follow my lead.” He twirled her out, stopped her, brought her back in. He sent her away from him and toward him, then pulled her close and moved his hips against her body. “You don’t need to know anything. Give yourself to me.”
Her knees nearly buckled.Gladly.She loved being moved through space by his confident guidance. She let go of her desire to get it right and trusted in his ability to lead. It was too fast for her to think, even if she’d tried.
He looked even more devastatingly handsome on the dance floor. He had a relaxed demeanor, his upper body appearing at ease as his feet moved swiftly beneath him. Even his face, usually set in such stony lines, relaxed, that hint of amusement in his gaze. Her panties were wet with arousal and for some reason, she had a feeling he knew it.
They danced for three songs, until she grew lightheaded with exhilaration. Then he leaned his head down toward her ear, making every nerve in her body alert with possibility. “We should go,” he said, his breath hot in her ear.
Guilt stabbed her conscience. She shouldn’t be enjoying herself while Melissa’s life was in danger. She nodded and he led her to their table, where he dropped several twenties.
“I’ll be right back,” he said. He started to walk away, then turned back. “You maynotdance with anyone else,” he said.
She raised her eyebrows, secretly pleased with his possessiveness, but not wanting to show it. “And what if I do?”
Leaning forward so no one would hear, he said, “I will take my belt to that beautiful ass again.”
Her tummy flipped and her eyes shot to his face, trying to determine whether he was serious. His lips had a slight upward angle to them, a smirk of sorts, which probably meant he was serious but would enjoy it.
Why did that excite her so much? It really shouldn’t. Something was definitely off with her. Instead of making her feel weak or cowed, his dominance and possessiveness thrilled her. She relished his attention. If only she could figure out how to lift the darkness that plagued him and crack his stony exterior.
He walked toward the stage and said something to the wolf who had promised to help trace her calls. When he returned, he took her hand—as if he was her boyfriend, not her boss—and led her out to the car. Except he didn’t open the door for her.
Instead, he shoved her up against the body of the car, pressing his cock against her back, wrapping a fist in her hair. And then, he did… nothing. He appeared to be frozen in indecision.
“Grandmother… what a big… cock you have,” she said, hoping to encourage him.
For a long moment he said nothing, his muscles as hard and tense as steel, pressing against her body, his breath a whisper at her neck. “All the better to fuck you with,” he rasped after an eternity. He spun her around and started to yank her t-shirt off.
She held her arms against her sides to prevent it. She wanted him, but not in public, against the car. “Ben,” she protested, struggling against him.
The shock in her tone seemed to change his eye color from gold back to green. He released her and jerked back, creating space between their bodies. Swearing softly, he stabbed his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. He walked to his side of the car, and she felt the loss of his proximity in every cell of her body.
6
For the second time that night, he checked them into a low-budget motel, and purchased toothbrushes and toothpaste from reception desk.
After the past twenty-four hours of anxiety and fear, she should want only to crawl in bed and crash, but that was the last thing on her mind. She wanted Ben. Her body was on fire, and he just might be able to distract her from her worry over Melissa. She knew he desired her. She’d seen the hunger in his eyes, felt the tremble in his hands when she touched him.