Page 7 of Run Little Fawn

He weaves through the crowd toward me like he's on a mission, his movements fluid and purposeful, until he's standing right in front of me. Up close, I can see the intensity of his steel gray eyes behind the mask, the way they seem to pierce straight through me.

"May I cut in?" His voice is low and cultured, with a hint of an accent I can't quite place.

Natalie shoots me a look, leaning back to study the wolf. "Oh, you absolutely may. I was just about to get a drink anyway." She leans in, whispering in my ear, "Get it, girl. And if you don't, I just might."

With a wink and a grin, she slips away, leaving me alone with the wolf. He holds out a hand, an invitation and a challenge all in one. "Shall we?"

I take his hand, letting him pull me close, until our bodies are flush against each other. He moves with a grace that belies his size, leading me effortlessly through the steps of a dance I've never learned but somehow know by heart.

"I'm Lucian," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "And you are…?"

"Aria," I manage, my voice breathy and foreign to my own ears. "Aria Moreau."

"A pleasure, Aria Moreau." He says my name like a caress, his accent wrapping around the syllables in a way that makes my toes curl. "Tell me, what brings a girl like you to a place like this?"

I laugh, the sound coming out slightly too high, slightly too breathless. "Would you believe me if I said I was kidnapped by a pack of wild bachelorettes?"

He chuckles, the sound a deep rumble that I can feel in my chest. "You don't seem like the type to let yourself be 'kidnapped' so easily."

"Oh?" I quirk an eyebrow. "And what type do you think I am?"

His hand slides lower on my back, his fingertips grazing the top of my ass. "The type who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to take it."

I inhale sharply, my body responding to his touch. "And if what I want is to get out of here and go somewhere more private?" I ask, emboldened by the mask and the heat flushing through me.

He grins, a flash of white teeth behind the wolf's maw. "Then I'd say lead the way, little fox."

We stumble off the dance floor, our hands clasped tightly as we weave through the crowd. I spot a door marked "Coat Check" and pull him toward it, my heart hammering in my chest. This isn't like me, this reckless, impulsive behavior. But something about him, about this night, makes me want to throw caution to the wind and just take what I want for once.

The coat room is blessedly empty, the attendant nowhere to be seen. Lucian lets me pull him inside, the door closing behind us with a muffled thump. And then his mouth is on mine, hot and hungry and demanding.

I moan into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair as he backs me up against the wall. His hands are everywhere, skimming over my breasts, my waist, hitching my thigh up over his hip. I grind against him, feeling the hard length of him through his slacks, my own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, the corded muscles of his arms.

"Fuck, Aria," he groans, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point. "You taste exquisite."

"Just fuck me," I manage, my hands fumbling with his belt. Lucian laughs, a dark, wicked sound that sends heat rushing to my core.

And then his fingers are sliding beneath the hem of my dress, pushing my thong aside to find me already wet and aching. I gasp as he circles my clit with his middle fingers, my hips bucking against his hand.

"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for.

He answers with a thrust of his fingers, filling me, stretching me. I cry out, my head falling back against the wall as he works me higher and higher, his thumb pressing against my clit in maddening circles.

"That's it, little fox," he murmurs, his voice a low growl in my ear. "Come for me."

And I do, my body shuddering, clenching around his fingers as wave after wave crashes over me. He strokes me through it, his touch gentling as I come down from the high.

I've never come that fast.

I sag against him, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Holy shit."

He chuckles, his gaze traveling over me appreciatively as I hold myself up against him, my legs quivering. "You're incredible."

I grin up at him, feeling wild and reckless and alive. "You're not so bad yourself, wolf boy."

He opens his mouth to reply, but a sudden all-too-familiar burst of laughter from just outside the door makes us both freeze. Reality comes crashing back in, the realization of where we are and what we just did hitting me like a bucket of ice water.

"I'll be right back," I mutter, hastily rearranging my dress. "I promise. And then I'm all yours."

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