“I brought you something to drink.” Daniel offered the second glass. “I hear you like ginger ale.”

“I do.” Rory’s smile increased in intensity and appeared genuine. “Do I know you?”

“I doubt it. I just saw you and wanted to get to know you.” It was a terrible come on, but whatever. He wasn’t great at the dating game.

“I’m glad you did.” Rory held the drink with both hands. “My name is Rory.”

“I’m Daniel.” He stood beside Rory. “Are you having fun here?” God, he was really bad at flirting.

“I am.” Rory turned his back on the crowd. “You saw me? Among all those other beautiful men out there?”

“I did.” He couldn’t tell him the wolf had chosen him. The animal scratched him from within and begged to be unleashed. He didn’t understand the strong reaction, but he’d worry about it later.

Rory sipped the drink, then toyed with the condensation on the glass. “Want to dance?”

“Sure.” He wasn’t sure why he’d said that—he hadn’t done much of it lately—but when he looked at Rory, he wanted to take a chance. He abandoned his drink on the ledge and held out his hand.

Rory grasped his fingers and allowed Daniel to sweep him into his arms. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He barely heard the music or noticed the tempo change. All he saw was Rory. His wolf calmed the moment he and Rory touched. He eased his arms around Rory, holding him close and swaying to the tempo they created. Up close, he noticed the flecks of gray in Rory’s eyes, the few freckles on his cheeks and the way a blush crept over his face. He also liked the way he smelled—like lavender.

His wolf paced within him. He’d always been a fool of the scent of lavender. How would Rory know that? He rubbed along Rory’s back, loving the feel of his strong, but lean body in his hands.

“I’m glad you noticed me.” Rory nuzzled Daniel’s cheek. “I like this.”

“Do you?” His wolf did. He brushed his nose on Rory’s and blood rushed to his cock. HIs wolf’s interest grew. He wanted to pull this man into one of the alcoves and make out. God, he hadn’t felt that way in forever. “Come here.”

Rory allowed Daniel to tug him to the dim light of the alcove. “Want to dance here instead?”

“Yes.” He kissed Rory, allowing his desire to be his guide.

Rory didn’t fight him and instead ground on Daniel’s thigh. Need and the sheer craving of his wolf spurred Daniel on. He pushed the kiss deeper and when Rory opened to him, he sucked on his tongue. He liked the way Rory tasted, too. The more he touched Rory, sliding his hands along Rory’s ribs, then down to his hips, the more he liked him.

Rory continued grinding and smoothed his hands over Daniel’s chest. He drew a growl from deep within Daniel and his wolf growled in tandem.

Daniel pressed Rory to the wall. Every ounce of his being needed Rory. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on Rory’s. “You make me crazy.” His wolf wanted to mark this man and keep him—odd since he’d never been this drawn to someone.

Rory grasped the lapels of Daniel’s jacket. “You’ve got me all turned around.” He panted and his breath warmed Daniel’s skin. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone. This is…I don’t know what to think.”

“Me neither.” He wanted to let his wolf guide him, but his wolf had steered him into trouble before. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.” Rory held on to Daniel’s jacket. “All I know is that I want to be with you.”

He wanted that as well. He resumed dancing and swaying with Rory. As he looked into Rory’s eyes, he understood some of the connection. Rory was a wolf shifter. He knew that peculiar feeling and the shimmer of gold in Rory’s eyes. No wonder his wolf wanted to be with this man—he’d found a kindred spirit.

Should he slow down? Or let this continue to unfold between them? He swayed with Rory, allowing the chemistry between them to grow. He barely heard the music. Rory consumed his attention.

“Is this your first time here?” Rory asked. “At the club?”

“No.” He breathed the scent of Rory in. “You?”