Pinned against the wall, Ginny couldn't do anything to stop Maxim. She could feel him getting hard as he raked his eyes up and down her body.
"Maxim, this is foolish. You don't even have your wolf yet. You can't mark anyone before you are eighteen." Ginny pleaded, trying to reason with him. Please stop, she thought desperately.
"Tell me who your mate is then." Maxim growled. He was starting to enjoy this. Ginny's scent was strong from all of the dancing and it was driving him nuts. He pressed his hips into hers and watched her squirm.
"I don't have one! Rachel was just making s**t up. Please, Maxim. Let go of me." Ginny begged. She tried to pull out of his grip, but she was too drunk to think straight or fight well. Maxim was starting to really scare her. He was her childhood friend. Wh
