12. Hallway Tryst

Ican barely control the beast inside of me.

This is her. The one I have been waiting for. The one I have craved every lonely night of my pitiful existence. There is nothing but her.

When she moans over the strawberry, my control snaps. I hold it together long enough for her to finish it off, and then I toss the stem down on the plate and snag her hand in mine. I take deep breaths to refrain from using my speed–which would surely dislocate her arm at the very least. Too bad every deep breath is filled with the scents of her arousal.

As we make our way out the back door of the ballroom, I take notice of all the eyes watching us. Surely out of jealousy. Only true mates give off an aura like ours. An aura that is so blatantly contradictory to my usual dark shroud. No, this is vibrant. Containing all of the colors in existence. It"s almost too much. And yet, I can"t help but find it to be so fucking beautiful.

Movement out of the corner of my eye pulls my attention as I lead Ginger through the door. The same female I"ve noticed taking far too much interest in my love. I make a note to discover who she is and what her intentions are. Tomorrow.

Tonight is for us.

Tonight I will devour my mate.

The second she clears the doorway, I"m unable to contain myself any longer. I spin her around and slam her against the wall. She lets out a small breath, but stands still. I run my right hand down the side of her glorious curves. Even through the fabrics of her dress, I can feel her shape. I continue working my way down her body, never once breaking eye contact, all the way down to the slit of her skirt. Her skin is soft and it pebbles under my touch.

I continue trailing my fingers down until I have to slightly bend to reach just above the back of her knee. I slide my hand under and get a grip, bringing her leg up with me as I straighten and press my body against hers. The position has her core lined up with my cock perfectly. Still holding one another's gaze, Ginger runs both of her hands up into my hair. Her fingers feel glorious and I barely hold in the moan her touch seems to bring out in me.

When I lean close to press my lips against hers, she shocks me by pulling my hair and tipping my head back, before pressing her lips against my neck. Her lips feel marvelous, but when she adds teeth in small nips and bites, I growl low in my chest. I want to scream. I want her to bite me. Take me. Mark me as hers. Let everyone see who I belong to.

I press myself hard against her, my cock straining to be free. She grinds her core against me as she continues biting down my neck. Gripping tightly to her ass, I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist. At the same time, she removes my tie before ripping the sides of my shirt. I hear the popping of my buttons as they give way and go flying in various directions. She works her way across my collarbone nipping and biting and I simply can"t take it any longer.

Balancing her weight with one hand, I use the other to drape open her dress, taking satisfaction in the ripping sound as I work my hand into her panties and remove them from her. She lets out a hiss when I pull the small bit of lace away and hold it up to my face, inhaling deeply. Mine. I want to scream it. I want her to acknowledge it so fucking bad.

But Snaps don"t work that way. They need to be seduced and enticed. They don"t get the instant knowing that comes from the more monstrous paras. Our beast knows our mates, sometimes before we do. So I have to play this as slowly as I can.

I pull her panties away from my face to see a salacious smile covering hers. She is a fucking Goddess. As I slide the fabric into my pocket, she leans closer and bites down again. Hard. As much as I want to seduce her, I am but a man. Flawed in my primal needs. And right now, I need my cock buried in her sweet pussy.

Without ceremony, I use my free hand to reach between us and unzip my pants. The second my cock is free, I ram it home. We cry out in unison. Mine is a guttural sound, while hers is a declaration of my name.

"Oh Gods, Victor! Yes!" My name is the only encouragement I need. I waste no time as I pound her against the wall. Her tight channel flutters around my dick as I chase her orgasm.

When the door beside us opens, I turn my face towards the unknowing intruder and snarl, with my fangs on full display. Ginger doesn"t notice as I continue to pump into her. The small woman lets out a squeak before making a hasty retreat. When I turn my attention back to Ginger, she throws her head back in ecstasy. Exposing her neck only inches from my mouth. I inhale deeply and try to calm down. I have to remember that she isn"t offering her neck to me for a sip. Or more importantly to establish her mate mark.

Forcing my attention on her orgasm, I bury my face in the vast cleavage of her top and snake my deft fingers between our bodies. Without skipping a beat in my hip thrusts, I rub my fingers gently across her clit. That small contact is all it takes.

Ginger"s fingernails dip into my shoulder blades, and I smell my blood. The sensation of pain makes me hammer quickly while her pussy pulses and tightens almost painfully around my cock. In seconds I fall off the cliff with her.

Shooting my cum deep inside of her.

Claiming my territory even without the mate mark. Daring anyone to smell her sweet cum-filled pussy and not know for certain that she is mine.

Mine.