The club, located on the outskirts of Munich, catered to paranormals and humans alike. The heavy bass vibrated through the walls of the car as soon as they pulled into the parking lot. They’d taken the Jaguar and made D sit in the back. Just as he’d done when they visited Luis’ friends, his mate took his hand, resting them both on the stick shift, their fingers intertwined.
Gerome couldn’t wait to have Luis back in his arms as he danced with him. When he saw him in his clubbing outfit, he nearly swallowed his tongue. While Luis looked sexy in just about anything lately, this tight T-shirt and jeans, combined with the stunning blue eyes rimmed with the black makeup, made him want to drag his mate to bed. Truthfully, he didn’t know if he was ready to have sex with Luis again, but he couldn’t deny the attraction pulling at him.
Their first time had been awful, but now that they’d both gotten to know each other, he wouldn’t mind trying again to see if they had a connection in the bedroom. Luis beckoned him, and if he read the signs right, Luis wouldn’t mind getting down and dirty with him either.
But first, they’d enjoy some dancing. Together, they made their way to the club entrance. While they were walking, Gerome took Luis’ hand again and held it. Possessive? Not too much. He just liked the feeling of his mate’s hand in his own.
The bouncer allowed them to skip the waiting line, and after a quick stop to get rid of their jackets, they stood on the edge of the dance floor packed with moving bodies. The bass reverberated through them, and the lights flashed, making it hard to see, even with his enhanced vision.
“Do you want to get something to drink first or dance?” Gerome yelled into Luis’ ear.
“Dance if you don’t mind?” Luis answered, leaning close so Gerome could hear him.
“Okay.” He took Luis’ hand and pulled him through a couple of dancing people, then wrapped him in his arms. As his eyes sought Gerome’s, Luis started moving instantly. His mate smiled and turned around, pushing his back and ass to Gerome’s front. Oh, hot damn. He placed his hands on Luis’ hips and moved with him to the sound of the music.
Luis followed the beat but made sure to stay very close to Gerome. He never broke body contact with him and never gave him a second to breathe so he could get his lust back under control. And given Luis’ looks and movements, he wouldn’t get to rest anytime soon. Luis leaned back, resting his head on Gerome’s shoulder, who didn’t waste any time breathing deeply and kissing him, claiming his lips.
Without breaking the kiss, Luis turned in his arms and pressed them together—chest to chest, groin to groin. His mate kissed him deeply while his hands roamed up and down Gerome’s back, the thin fabric of his T-shirt not much of a barrier.
Luis’ strong muscles moved under Gerome’s hands, and he wanted to strip his mate so he could feel it all without anything between them.
Gerome stopped himself. He was getting ahead of things. They’d agreed to a night of dancing but nothing else.
His lips met Luis’ in another hot kiss that left him breathless and aching for more—something he couldn’t get that fast. Rubbing his front to his mate’s, they danced and made out. Their kisses were as hot as their bodies, and Gerome slowly forgot the world around them. He caught glimpses of Luis’ face once in a while, and he looked just as content.
The music pushed them to keep moving, but they never separated even an inch. Clutching his back, Luis held him in a tight embrace Gerome never wanted to end.
When they finally stopped, they were both panting hard and drenched in sweat. Gerome quickly located D and pulled Luis in his direction. “Let’s get something to drink. I need a break,” he yelled to his mate. Gerome led Luis toward the bar.
When D drew closer, Luis started to chuckle, and Gerome couldn’t hide his smile. The man nearly scowled at the bystanders, and despite the packed space, no one dared come too close to him. With his bulging, muscled arms crossed in front of him and his dark leather clothes, he truly looked intimidating, regardless of his short height.