Page 6 of Touched By Moonlight

Chapter 2

It had been too longsince I’d had sex and I had to tamp down my arousal. Werewolves can smell your desire as easily as a starving man can smell grilled steak. It gets them cranked up, and ready tomate.

And I could not risksex.

“Cass, can you spot me for a few?” I waved to her, and shenodded.

Instead of fresh air, I opted for the restroom and cold water on my face. Someone had turned off the hallway light, but my night vision picked out two figures near the door leading to the back businessoffices.

Blinking, I strained to see clearer. Dante and Peyton. Clearly they were not discussingbusiness.

The alpha was kissing his mate, who hooked her arms around his neck. Then he lifted the hem of her dress, and pushed her against thewall.

“I can’t fucking wait,” he panted. “Now.”

I saw the gleam of his erection, Peyton’s pale thighs spread wide before the alpha plunged into her. Peyton gasped andmoaned.

He fucked her, slamming her against the wall as Peyton buried her head into his shoulder. Dante growled and bit the sensitive arch of her neck and she stifled acry.

Public sex wasn’t new to Crossroads. Couples hooked up all the time in this hallway. I’d made a point of avoiding it. And now, out of loyalty to my boss, I kept a lookout so no happy drunk would stumble back here and make a crude comment before theyfinished.

Judging from Dante’s groans and Peyton’s gasps, it wouldn’t takelong.

He threw back his head with a guttural moan as she squeaked andshuddered.

For an instant, I saw myself against that wall, only Grayson riding me hard and fast. Grayson biting me on the neck, and then licking the sting away. My thighs wrapped around Grayson’s very fine ass as he thrust inside me, his long, thick cock sliding into me and strokingdeep.

Claiming me in theflesh.

Damn, if I felt hot before, I burnednow.

Peyton slid down the wall as Dante arranged himself. Then the alpha gave his mate a tender, sweet kiss before taking her hand and leading her into a nearby office. The door closed behindthem.

Emotion tightened my throat. I wanted what theyshared.

I could never have what theyshared.

Fortunately, the ladies room remained empty. Pulling off the gloves, I stared at myhands.

Glowing red. Sexual red. What Peyton had just experienced, I wanted with Grayson. Or Stephan. Or even silent, broodingNicolas.

Any of those three wouldsuffice.

Or even allthree.

My lady parts screamed with need, the kind not satisfied by lube and a vibrator. I wanted a rough male, all sweat and muscle, holding me close as he fucked me into the eye rolling oblivion Peyton justexperienced.

A long douse under the faucet finally dimmed the hue to pink again. Another splash on the face and thoughts of sex Jabba the Bun, the beefy and slimy lizard shifter who’d propositioned me last week, and desire faded like snow inFlorida.

I put the gloves back on. Good togo.

Nathan waited for me in the hallway. The drunk shifter fumbled with hiszipper.

I eyed him coolly and pointed to the restroom sign that indicated WOMEN. “Unless you plan to pee in the sink, and Dante won’t like that, you’re in the wrongplace.”

“You owe me, human. I’ll settle for a quick one here in the hallway.” Nathan jerked down his trousers, freeing his half-erect shaft. “Get on yourknees.”

“I get on my knees for no one.” I tried to push past, but he reached out and slammed me against the wall. His dick grew harder. Terrific. Alone in the hall with a shifter who got off onviolence.