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of the leather thong he had tying it all back in a ponytail. Those stray pieces framed his jaw to perfection, and I knew by the gleam in his eye, and the prickling sensation wrapping around my skin, that he was a Were and he was going to be my kind of trouble tonight.
    “Oh my God! Holy sex on a bar stool, that is just the yummiest piece of man I have ever laid eyes on!” Ash spewed that little bit out before I gave her a warning shake of the head. Then I pointed to my ears to let her know he could hear her. She had the presence of mind to blush to the roots of her red hair. “Damn, seriously?”
    “Seriously,” I said, without giving away what we were talking about. Another man, putting off just as much power strode up to the sexy thing that was still watching us, and after a moment of me pretending I wasn’t keeping an eye on him through my lowered lashes, he moved along to the back of the bar with his buddy. They must have been here to shoot some pool.
    “So, looks like Zach has some competition after all. You couldn’t take your slutty little eyes off of him! I could almost see your thoughts, and there was nothing virginal going on up in there.” When I looked at her funny she kept going. “Oh, yeah, you had that look on your face. You know, the one where you’re ready to throw down right here, right now, in front of everyone and just not give a fuck. I guess giving a fuck would be more the point, actually.” Ashley was giggling into! her drink as she took a sip.
    “Ha ha ha, I swear Ash, sometimes I don’t know where you get this shit. Maybe you need to read more real romance novels instead of the smut you prefer. Also, stop trying to pawn your dirty thoughts off on me like you weren’t thinking about it yourself!”
    “Sometimes, romance is overrated. That’s the kind of man, who’s gonna take charge, throw your ass down, and fuck you stupid.” She started fanning herself at that. “Mmm, mmm, mmm. Well, if you don’t want him, maybe you can convince him that my kind isn’t so bad. Hell that friend of his was all kinds of walking hotness too! I’d take either of them.”
    “You’re horrible, Ash, and I need to stay clear of those two. I never believed for a minute that my dad was being serious about other wolves prowling around to snatch up females from other packs, but with the power rolling off of those two, they’d be able to do it.”
    “Well, they disappeared in back, and didn’t bother coming back. I guess they weren’t interested in stealing your virtue away.” She thought for a minute, “I wonder if they can sniff out the fact that you’re still a virgin? Is that a thing?”
    “Um, no.” I said, and suddenly I wasn’t so certain. That would be embarrassing.
    We made it through two more rounds of drinks and a bunch of ‘get my mind off of Zach’ small talk before Ash let me know that if she didn’t start dancing off her buzz, I was going to be holding her hair for her later. I sometimes forgot what alcohol did to humans. Three drinks in didn’t even get me close to a buzz. I would have to slam shot after shot for that to happen, and even then, I wouldn’t stay drunk long. Werewolf metabolism burned off the alcohol too quickly. I followed Ashley out to the dance floor, and we started moving to the music. Ashley was a good dancer, if a little off balance thanks to the alcohol. I was an amazing dancer, because I was a werewolf. We had rhythm like no other. Ashley and I played off of each other. We were gyrating and swaying with the best of them. We were making a spectacle of ourselves, especially when as Ash started rolling her head, and flinging those wonderful read curls everywhere. I knew she was lost in the moment when she started doing that, and I just rolled with it, needing to get just as lost.
    She grabbed my hand and pulled me close, spun around until she was behind me, back to back, and then she dropped inch by inch as she ground her butt into mine, and down my legs. I