Dates had become a novelty for the pair. They treated them like a big game of chicken whenever they spent time with each other in front of Red Valley wolves. They tested what they could get away with doing and who would take it further. It started light. Flic licked her thumb and cleaned around his mouth on a dinner date, and Damon retaliated by carrying her out of the restaurant bridal style. Soon, it escalated. In a pack meeting with the upper ranks and council, she sat as close to him as possible and mindlinked dirty thoughts to him whenever the attention was elsewhere in the room. Damon took no prisoners that day, and drew her into his lap. She could feel his erection rubbing against her and felt her face heat up when his hand dropped between her thighs and started to tease her. It was
