Submitting to Her Mate: Drake
Unable to resist, Drake swung his gaze to Roz on the dance floor as Cody and Olivia joined them at the bar. She plastered those lush curves of hers against her partner, and it took every ounce of willpower to hold himself in check. But when she leaned up and drew the man’s head down to meet her lips, a dark wave of jealousy he couldn’t suppress propelled him to act.
“Hey, what’s up with you?” Cody snapped as he brushed by him without a word.
Ignoring his brother, and that inner voice cautioning him to think this through, he strode onto the dance floor, snatching Roz’s hand off the other man’s shoulder as she broke off their kiss. He shook with the effort to restrain himself, and to temper his tone as he addressed the man.
“Excuse us, please. I need a word with this patron.” Drake didn’t know him, but, from his quick nod and retreat, he guessed the other guy recognized him as one of the owners of the club. “Thank you.” At least acting civil hadn’t killed him.
Tipping his hat, her dance partner saidbefore walking away.
Drake’s throat tightened to quash the growl rumbling inside his chest, the other man’s suggestive tone riling him almost as much as Roz’s reckless behavior. Didn’t she know the risks involved with coming on to men at a bar? Even in the dim lighting, he could see the now familiar shadow of desperation in her eyes when she nodded and watched the other man walk away. Whatever demons were pushing her couldn’t be worse than putting her trust in the wrong person. Her rash conduct, and whatever was prompting it, worried him as much as the gamble he was about to take.
Drake couldn’t keep up this tug-of-war between them. His volatile, possessive reaction forced him to admit defeat. Praying he wasn’t making a colossal mistake in more ways than one, he ushered her toward the stairs leading to their private office and occasional play space.
“Where are you hauling me?”
Ignoring her disgruntled tone, he didn’t turn around as he crossed the crowded room with her in tow. “Upstairs.”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
The breathless catch in her voice drew him around as they reached the hall leading to the restrooms and back staircase. The light of expectation in her eyes hinted she was more interested in what he had planned than in where.
“Give you another lesson in what you think you want.”
Her face flushed, her lips quirking with the same spark of excitement lighting her eyes. “Oh, goody.”
I’m fucking screwed.