Page 72 of Taken by Moonlight

He considered. “Bend over the table and grip the edge with your hands.Now.”

Never had he been like this before – masterful and dominating inpublic.

At the table’s edge, I did as heordered.

He put a hand on the small of my back. “I want your ass up in theair.”

I pushed back against hishand.

“Higher.”

Biting my lip, trembling with anticipation, I lay flat against the table, andarched.

His hand descended on my ass with a loud smack. I flinched. It stung, but felt good aswell.

Then he chased the move with a caress, and cupped my right ass cheek he’d justslapped.

“So sweet,” hemurmured.

Dante moved to my side. He kept caressing my ass. “Mine,” he growled in a deep, dangerousvoice.

His voice deepened an octave. “Ours.”

He helped me up, brought me over to our seats and then faced the crowd. “Do you understand? No one but myself, Alex and Gabriel are to touch her. Under anycircumstances.”

Murmurs ofassent.

The alpha’s glance dropped to my bra. “Off.”

I unfastened the hooks, pulled off the bra, letting it fall. My breasts were heavy, their nipples hard asdiamonds.

But Dante did not touchthem.

He traced the line of my panties with his index finger. “Turquoise. Very nice. Take them off, Peyton. Butfirst…”

He slid a hand between the fabric and my bare flesh, cupping my mound, then he slipped a finger between my wetfolds.

It glistened when he withdrew it. Dante sucked on his finger, made wet by my arousal, his gaze never leavingmine.

“Dessert promises to be delicious,” hemurmured.

Hesitating, I looked at thepack.

Dante clasped my chin between his finger and thumb. “Do not look at them. Only me. Now do it. I want you bared for me all theway.”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. And then my thumbs pulled down my panties, shimmying them past hips and thighs… oh damn I was going to have to bend over. I wasn’t a graceful stripper like the women in theclub.

Making a fool of myself wasn’t on the agenda tonight. But there were otherways…

I took the steak knife, smeared with barbecue sauce, and inserted it between my flesh and the fabric. Silk tore with a loud ripping sound. I tugged off the ruined panties and tossed them aside and then licked the sauce off theknife.

“Too bad you liked them,” I purred. “I’ll have to get anotherpair.”

Something flickered in his dark gaze. Approval? Challenge? His aura glowed the fierce crimson of passion and desire, along with wolf silver. I was poking at the beast, but it thrilledme.

Dante sat on the bench facing me. I put a foot on the bench, right next to the alpha. Knowing he could scentme.

Knowing my own power over him made meconfident.