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willing to give Roxi the ride of her life. Fucking a shifter would be even better.
    He wrapped an arm around the blonde, splayed his palm at the base of her spine and pulled her close. “You want to know how I move?” He thrust his hips forward, slamming his hard cock against her groin. “Just like this. Over and over again.”
    Her eyes widened. She ground into him as he kept thrusting, still attempting to stick to the music’s tempo even though Donovan was now setting the pace. Grabbing his hips, she danced to the left and undulated against him, her pussy rubbing against the outside of his thigh. “Oh baby, yeah. Just like that,” she urged.
    Her nipples pebbled, tenting the tight white tank top she wore. Memories of another set of nipples, small and pebbled and mouthwatering, filtered through his thoughts. He could picture Roxi so clearly spread out before him, like an offering to his inner wolf. So perfect. So ripe for the taking.
    The animal inside him stirred. A delighted buzz started low in Donovan’s belly and spread outward. He glanced up, fully expecting to gaze into a pair of deep, dark eyes. Instead he met blue orbs that blinked at him through lowered lashes tinted with violet sparkles.
    Chagrin rolled through him and he pushed the woman away a little harder than necessary. “Not tonight.”
    The blonde looked stunned. Her lower lip jutted out again but she seemed confused, like she couldn’t decide whether to cry or slap him. He didn’t give her the chance to do either, instead pushing past her and off the dance floor.
    At the bar, he claimed one of the few empty stools and ordered a shot of vodka on the rocks. The noise was approaching ear-splitting levels. Between the music, the attempts at talking that resulted in screaming and the occasional howl, he could barely hear himself think. Which was probably a good thing, because every thought he had was of Roxi.
    Damn the woman for being so intriguing. He’d thought he had her figured out. She’d proven him wrong. And now, instead of scouring The Wolf’s Den hoping for the slightest bit of excitement for his wolf, he was drinking alone.
    A bright spotlight blazed to life to his right, illuminating a wooden stage sitting five feet off the ground. Situated just beside the bar at the far end of the room, it gave everyone in The Wolf’s Den a perfect view of what was about to take place. The crowd stopped dancing and gathered close. The scent of excitement filled the air.
    No wolf wanted to miss a ritual conducted on the Mating Stage.
    A man and a woman stumbled up the wooden steps and onto the stage. They clung to one another’s waists, their lips locked in a kiss even as they struggled to find their footing. Their clothes were already half off. A tattered shirt hung from the woman’s right arm but her breasts were bare. The man squeezed one in his hand as he cupped her ass with the other.
    Donovan’s cock hardened further. Lust streamed through his system, and the need to take the first available female and plunge his dick into her became a constant throbbing ache deep in his balls. He wanted to look away from the couple, but found he couldn’t turn his head.
    A few seconds later, they were both fully naked. The woman—a pretty enough redhead with a large mouth—dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around the man’s stiff shaft. Donovan gritted his teeth and cupped his own aching cock in the palm of his hand. He noticed that some of the other spectators had their dicks out and were stroking in time with the techno music.
    The man on stage sank his fingers into the redhead’s hair. He cradled her head while she sucked him, his hips angling forward and back, rocking in time with the rhythm she set.
    Donovan squeezed his shaft through the fabric of his pants. A dart of jealousy surged through him. How much longer would he have to wait until it was his turn?
    Muscle and sinew rippled across the man’s chest and abdomen, making it clear his