MY DESIRED LUNA

Music blared. Coloured light illuminated the club. Magnificent Club was known as one of the best clubs in Fairbanks, a big town on the outskirts of Alaska. Moving towards the VIP's quarter, Dominic signalled for the barman. His icy grey eyes were known to pierce into the soul of his captives like the devil's eyes. "Let me have two bottles of Tequila." Dominic's cold voice reverberated amidst the blaring music. A figure crossed his peripheral vision. Squinting his eyes, he watched her dance, moving her body rhythmically to the song's beat. His gaze preceded her every move. Argon jumped up in glee, an action that baffled Dominic. Argon was his wolf, and just like him was known to be selective, and less easily appeased. His sudden interest in the dancer amazed him. The music changed, propelling the dancer to change her moves drastically. Interest piqued, Dominic rose, approaching the podium with his hands joined together in a barely audible clap. At approximately, Six feet six inches tall his muscular body and tattoo made him the centre of attention. His presence alone was intimidating despite being known as an emotionless, rarely smiling person, it didn't deter his actions. "I am requesting for a private dance." A voice uttered. Cognizant of Dominic's raised index finger, the disc jockey paused the music, grabbing the attention of everyone present. Looking at the pair of Icy grey eyes, Anastasia stared at him as though he was mad. Her sweaty body tensed under his scrutinizing gaze as she accessed him softly under the glowing blue light. "And who are you?" The question slipped gently off her lips. Dominic thought her voice was butter, coming out softly. Argon, his wolf jumped up in thrill. "My identity is not pertinent. Private dance, Five hundred dollars!" It was much for a single private dance, but seeing as his wolf was restless propelled him to call such an exuberant sum. "Mine! Mine! Mine!" Argon said, becoming restless and difficult to control. Right from the moment he saw her climb the stage, his attention drifted to her in a way that baffled Sebastine, his best friend and Beta of Silver Pack. Drawn easily to anything was something quite difficult for Dominic. Sebastine's tease replayed in his mind at the moment. "You are really looking her out." Indeed, he was, judging by the sudden switch in the location of his eyes from the feminine's body to her calves, curved and long legs exposed to taunt the likes of him. "Are you in or not?" No response from Anastasia. Disappointed, Dominic turned his back to her. "A thousand dollars!" Jaws dropping, with eyes bulging out of the socket was the only indication of the level of their shock. The mouth moved in whispers, asking personal questions, wondering the personality of the strange men who just offered such an exorbitant price for a private dance. "Fine! You have me. The money!" She stretched her hands. "Good." Arrangement was made on her behalf. Satisfied, the disc jockey played his previous songs. Who was he? The questions popped into her mind for the zillion times. Walking behind him, Anastasia followed as he led them to a secluded place. His friend who had been like his assistant stopped somewhere, providing him privacy. "We are here." The stranger gestured to the chair opposite him. "Sit." He instructed. Anastasia's brow arched a bit, perplexity obviously written on it. "Why are you offering a seat? I was meant to offer you a private dance. Do you want me to sit and dance?" She chuckled, clearly getting amused by her dry humour. "Sit, but if you still want to dance for me while seated then," he shrugged innocently. "You may do as it so pleases." Uhm. "Who are you, mister?" "My identity isn't pertinent. What's your name?" The cold icy way his tongue slipped over such an intimate question brought chills to her spine. Scrutinizing him from her spot, she sighed, finally coming to a conclusion. "My name is Anastasia." Anastasia, the name replayed on his mind, causing a slight smile to curl on his lips. "Such a lovely name for a damsel." He began, moving around her in a circle like a predator cornering its prey. Argon was restless, feeling caged and ready to pound on its mate. He felt the bond and wished to ignore it but it proved impossible. Guided by Argon, Dominic stopped in front of her, and held her chin, gazing into her turquoise eyes. "I want you." He swallowed, piercing her with his desire boldly written on his face. "You...wanted a dance..." Anastasia stammered, trying to break off the magic of the moment. Everything went still. The music in the background faded, leaving two heartbeats yearning for a passionate moment that couldn't be ignored. "No! There was only one thing I wanted as I stared hard at you." His proximity was making her arched with forbidden desire. His Adam's apple moved slightly as he swallowed, undressing her with his eyes. "Do you want to know what it was?" His thumbs moved over her rosy cheeks, tracing the bridge of her nose. "Are..you..aware of what you are doing?" Anastasia muttered incoherently, cognizant of the dark innards in the pit of her stomach. "Are you aware that you are seducing me against my will?" "What am I doing?" He mocked, leaning closer to torture her with his tease. "Seduction against your will?" He chuckled. "That doesn't look like it, judging by your eyes and some parts of your body." It was right there in her eyes. The soft way her eyes glowed and darkened at each contact he made, proved one theory - passionate mutuality. "You know it... My body has no control of it." "No, I don't. You mean, me running my thumbs on your rosy cheeks?" He whispered close to her ears, biting her earlobe. A soft moan escaped from her mouth, leaving him breathless with desire. "Or the feel of my lips on your body?" He snuggled closer, tracing kisses to her throat, down to the shoulder. Getting a response, "I see you want this. No denial." This was wrong! She needed to stop whatever madness was resonating between them. Anastasia vowed but her resolve was weakened by the soft way his lips traced the contours of her throat with kisses. Her hands grasped him, putting him in place. There were a one and million reasons this was wrong but for the love of candy and temptation, Anastasia couldn't extract herself from his hold, not without breaking off her hold on him. A task was quite difficult to complete. "Stop this!" Her feminine voice came out softly. "You don't like this?" "I don't." She fibbed, successfully pulling apart from him. The action rendered him speechless, forcing her to stare at him sullenly. "I will crawl on the ground you walk if that's what you want. Just grant my desire." At her gesture of encouragement, he continued. "Let's have a one-night stand! Nobody will know anything like this happened. We will still be strangers." Argon jumped at his words, nearly knocking the breath out of him. Seeing the hesitation glaring right at him from her gaze, Dominic added. "You want me, the same way I want you. I can see the desire right there in your eyes." Leaning closer he added. "I bet a million that your panties are wet with desire to have me glide in gently. A one-night stand without an emotional attachment is what I want." "And after that what happens?" "We part ways." Dominic assured, "Stop keeping me in suspense. You really need this, as much as I need the release. Let's give each other a memorable orgasm, you are in or?"