Fallon wasn't bothered about romance. Frankly, she didn't think the tracker was either as she made her way through the restaurant, beelining for the bathroom. Her body was on fire with desire, emotions she didn't understand yet toiling through her. But she'd deal with them later.
The tracker had dropped a bombshell on her. A bombshell she hadn't seen coming.
She'd think more on that when her body had what it needed. Until then, rational thought was impossible.
Fuck.
The restaurant didn't have the bathrooms she'd been hoping for. She'd prayed for singular room cubicles. Instead, there were the separate men's and women's. But she'd committed now, heading into the women's bathrooms.
Hopefully the tracker would catch on.
She needed this now.
The bathroom seriously wasn't what she'd anticipated. Four or five stalls lined one side of the room, with sinks and a counter on the other. She stared into the many mirrors, only now realising she didn't don her usual warpaint. But she hadn't been uncomfortable or felt bare like she usually would. The tracker had kept her mind too busy for that.
A minute later, he sauntered through the door, an easy smile on his face.
"Did you get any weird looks?"
He was sure she'd love that—as if it would embarrass Seth anyway. She forgot he was world renowned for being one of the most immature immortals in existence.
"This is a place where werewolf mates go dating," He said in a duh tone. "Everyone out there's too absorbed in each other to notice me slipping into the wrong bathroom. Chances are they're all bumping each other off under the tables anyway." His hands fell to her hips as he backed her up towards the sinks. "Now pull that dress up and put your hands on the counter."
"What?"
"You heard me," He smirked, pecking her lips. "Dress up, hands on the counter."
She glanced around the very public space as if he'd gone mad. "Out here?"
"I can't fuck you the way I want to in there," He said, gesturing to a stall. "Hands on the counter Fal."
"Are you mad? What if someone walks in?"
He walked her backwards until her ass met with the counter, her lips parting. He lowered his face towards hers, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. "Are you afraid?"
Her chin raised. "No."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't—I—"
She turned, guided by his hands and placed her hands upon the counter. Her eyes found his in the mirror as he peeled the bottom of her dress back, lifting it over her ass.
"There's a good girl. Hands on the counter for Daddy."
She scoffed. "Don't start."
"You're saying all these words, but all I can focus on is your ass on my crotch. Bend it over for me."
He stared at the black line of her thong in agony. And of course, this was Fallon. She wouldn't let him stay top dog forever. She pressed that perfect ass back against his groin and rotated it, torturing him that little bit further.
When she slipped her panties down her legs, Seth was already a goner.
"Fucking hell woman. What am I going to do with you?"
And then she had to go and grind her ass against him again, pushing him over the edge.
"You'd better pray no one comes in," She said, tone threatening. "Otherwise I'll—"
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Moral Compass
Romance"I don't believe that untouchable act you've got going for a minute by the way. You can't be this calm and collected about everything." Seth the tracker had a wee bit of a reputation. One he was proud of, thank you very much. So what if he was a lou...
