He didn’t need to be told twice. Demetrius guided me smoothly onto the crowded floor, his massive frame effortlessly parting the sea of wolves until we found a pocket of space near the center of the square.
The music shifted, the heavy, pulsing club beat mellowing out into a deeper, slower rhythm that vibrated in the soles of my feet. Demetrius pulled me flush against his chest, one of his large hands resting firmly against the bare skin of my lower back while the other locked perfectly with mine. I rested my head against his shoulder, letting the soothing, familiar scent of dark pine and raw power wash over me, completely tuning out the hundreds of people dancing around us.
We moved together in a seamless, fluid rhythm. Every now and then, he would spin me out, the green fabric of my dr
