Page 100 of Witch Undecided
Leif smiled at him. “No offense, Danny. I know you’ve got this.” He slid a glance my way.
Danny grinned. “Right, right, Boss. I see. Nice to meet you, anchor.”
“Cora, please call me Cora.”
“Danny. Vita beta.” He paused, then chuckled. “That rhymes.”
“Where’s Trenton?” Leif asked.
“By the bar,” Danny said. “We got this covered.”
“Danny!” Poppy appeared and threw her arms around the tank. He lifted her off her feet in a bear hug similar to the one Leif had given me. “Missed you. You’ve been hiding.” She pouted up at him.
Was that a blush on his cheeks? “Patrolling. I’d never hide from you.”
She smiled sweetly at him. “So, you’ll dance with me?”
He groaned. “You know I can’t dance.”
“Then buy me a drink.” Poppy linked arms with him.
Danny looked to Leif, and my mate lifted his chin slightly, as if to say go for it.
Danny winked, then sauntered off.
“He’s a tough bastard, but a softie too,” Leif said. “He seems to have a soft spot for Poppy. They’ve been flirting for months, but he knows not to overstep.”
“Witches and wolves don’t get it on?”
“Danny knows he’ll find his mate soon and he doesn’t want to hurt Poppy.” As soon as the words were out, he winced. “Fuck.”
Yeah, there was no ignoring the parallels to our dynamic here.
“Cora—"
I swallowed the bitterness in my throat. “So, are the wolves staying in town?”
Yeah, I needed to change the subject.
For a moment it looked like he might resist the conversation shift, but then he sighed. “Yeah, they’re staying in town tonight, and the betas will drive them back to the pack houses tomorrow morning.”
“Rune did say the town was the safest place for the female shifters right now.”
The music grew louder, and the lights dimmed. Outliers was turning from a bar to a club. Must be midnight.
Leif leaned in so his mouth brushed my ear. “Dance with me.”
He led me to the tiny dance floor, and then bodies were pressing in on us and we were in our own little world. Just the beat of the music and the vibrations traveling through the soles of my feet to settle low in my abdomen. Leif moved closer, his thigh slipping between mine so I was straddling it. We moved together in an imitation of an act we both desperately wanted to do. I tipped my head up to find his mouth a hairbreadth from mine. His hands slid over my hips to cup my ass and haul me closer. My core pressed to his muscled thigh, rolling with each movement, rubbing and growing wetter. Our breath mingled, hot and needful.
The connection between us throbbed, alive and hungry. My breath hitched and my hands flexed at his nape, wanting to grip him tighter, fingers wanting to dig in and take.
His eyes darkened and the next thing I knew we were headed out the door into the cold night. I didn’t question, focused entirely on the heat thrumming through my veins and the firm, sure grip of his fingers around mine.
The Rover came into view, parked with its butt in an alley. Leif unlocked it with his fob as we approached, then yanked open the back door.
I crawled in and he joined me.
We sat side by side, chests heaving.
