Ghost Luna

9.The Night Club

Damien could feel his c**k pressing firmly against his pants the entire way to the club. He was extatic and so bloody aroused it hurt. She was his Girlfriend!

Basically our mate, his wolf smirked, We can have s*x now. Take her. She was really into rubbing against...

SHUT UP, Damien fought back through gritted teeth and threw his wolf back. He would have come in his pants at the replay his wolf was about to insist on.

Damien did not want to take his coat off when he reached the club. It was giving him a layer of protection he really needed.

They arrived. He hoped out and got Lane's door offering a hand. She grasped it and that tingle of electricity cursed through them both. Lane blushed. She was gorgeous.

"Let's do this!" Damien smirked.

"Let's!"Lane put her hand in Damiens and clasped it as the assended the steps.

The music was thumping. Drum and Bass with the overwhelming scent of humans bumping and grinding. the pheromones would have usually have made Damien gag but his mate made it more then bearable.

"Do you want a drink?" He asked as the made there way through swathes of people gyrating to the music.

"No thanks." Lane had put her plump lips to his ear, not realising how good his wolf hearing was, and he shivered as her hot breath and chest collided with him. The next sentence pleased him more, "Let's dance!"

Damien smirked and took Lane, guiding her with his hand on the small of her waist, to the dance floor. Position chosen he swung her towards him placing two hand firmly on her waist and pulled them together so she was flush against him. He delicious breast pressed against his chest and he thrust his hips to met hers and felt the heat between them immediately escalate. He thanked the moon goddess for her backless dress and slid his gands up her bare skin. he spread his finger tips wide and as she was such a slight little thing, when he reached her rib cage, his thumbs felt the soft undersides of her untamed breasts. The music demanded movement and he was more than ready to bump and grind against Lane as his hard on grew and grew until he knew there was no way to hide it. But Lane did not seem offended by hid man handing. She was there with him.

Once his hand has slipped to the undersides of Lane's breasts he heard a small groan escape her lips. She swivelled breaking contact for one agonising minute before grinding her arse into his erect c**k and holding onto his Jean belt hooks.

Damien slid his hands back up from her waist and underneath the thin material of her backless dress to fully cup her breasts. He n*****s were hard and he used his forefinger and thumb the tweak them. Lane's scent intoxicated him as she come in her underware and he in his boxers. He kissed her neck as she came down from her high then twirled her round to capture her beautiful face in his hands and kiss her deeply, tounge rooming and claiming every corner, until his lungs began to burn from lack of oxygen. He released her and was pleased with her rather dazed expression. He was about to say something until he was interrupted.

"So you are the Greek god I've heard about!" Tia yelled.

Damien caught off guard ran his hand through his hair.

"Tia! Thian!" Lane exclaimed and hugged them both. Damien held down a growl towards the human male.

"Let's get drinks! We reserved a table." Tia gushed.

The waded through the dense crowd to a sectioned off area that was much quieter with a bottle of champagne waiting.

"I know this isn't going to be much of a suprise..." Tia looked nervous.

"Sorry," Lane interrupted, "buy can I break some bad news before the good?"

Tia looked taken aback but smiled and nodded.

"You guys are the best and I am greatful you have been my room mates but I have found a new place, closer to work, and plan yo move out. I know you'll missed me." Lane jested.

"Oh wow, that's great..." Theon began before being elbowed by Tia, "I mean sad...that you are leaving."

"Well, the good news then..." asked Lane.

Tia broke out with a huge smile of relief and thrust her hand forward to shos a tong and yelled, "We're getting married!"

Lane squealed and hugged them both which was quickly followed by many champagnes later.

Damien was proud of his mates selflessness. She was protective and empathetic. All great traits for a Luna. He was rather upset that no more dancing ensued before Lane called it a night and let the love birds alone. She'd promised to be gone by tomorrow so soon she'd be under his protection.

The drive home was quiet. Lane seemed reflective. As he pulled up outside hers Damien knew it was rash, but the thought of being away for a second was too much.

"Hey, why make it tomorrow? Let's go grab most of your stuff now and come to mine...I mean ours...well yours?"

Lane gave him a penetrative look then grinned, "Okay."