I stood up suddenly, gripping her ass and lifting her in my arms as I moved to the middle of the writhing bodies who were dancing around the fire.
“What are you doing?” she demanded as I placed her on her feet, waving a hand at Punch to get me a drink before remembering he wasn’t an Unspeakable anymore.
“You set me a challenge, baby,” I reminded her, banishing all of my dark thoughts with the full intention of drowning them in whiskey and the feel of her body against mine. “And if I want you begging for me by the end of the night, I need to start grafting.”
“Fat chance of that, douchebag,” she sniped, but I was more than up for the challenge she presented. Tonight, Tatum Rivers was dressed up like a dark queen, a goddess, a demon demanding worship and I planned on doing just that. I wasn’t going to let her escape my clutches until her body bowed to mine and she was screaming my name.
“Dance with me, baby. That’s an order,” I purred.
I caught her hand and twirled her beneath my arm, making her cape whirl out around her as she laughed in surprise before she could help it. I stopped spinning her and yanked her back to my front as I started moving to the music, guiding her body to stay with mine as our hips locked together and she ground her ass back against my dick as she gave in.
Raise Hell by Dorothy blasted out of the speakers and I ran my mouth down the side of her neck as she reached over her shoulder and gripped the back of my head to pull me closer. I was hard as stone as she rubbed her ass against me and I knew she’d decided to play a game of her own, wanting me to be the one to beg instead, probably planning to turn me away at the end of the party with my balls aching. But that little black bikini was thin enough for me to see her hardened nipples pressing through it and the rise and fall of her breaths as she panted with more and more need the longer we danced. We might have both been playing a game, but it was clear that nothing between our flesh was faked.
Blake appeared among the bodies, his heated gaze lighting as he spotted us together and I jerked my chin at him to beckon him closer.
He moved in front of us and I pressed forward until Tatum was caged between our bodies, one hand still fisted in my hair over her shoulder while she rested the other on Blake’s chest like she meant to push him away while I drew him in. And though her fingers curled against his skin so that she was digging her nails into his flesh, she made no real attempt to push him back.
“See, baby?” I murmured as we pressed even closer together and Blake’s hands wound around her narrow waist as he ground against her too. “You can handle two of us.”
“You’re deluded,” she breathed, but it sounded like she liked that idea despite her best efforts to hide it. “Fucking crazy if you seriously think I’d want the two of you after everything.”
“All the best people are at least a little crazy,” I replied, ignoring the rest because I would have bet my grandmother’s soul that she was as wet for us as I was hard for her right now. Although as my grandmother was a fucking dick who most definitely resided in hell, I guessed that didn’t count for much.
Punch appeared with a bottle of Jack Daniels for me even though he didn’t have to anymore and I smirked at him in thanks as I accepted it.
“I forgot,” I explained to him but he waved off my words with a smile, seeming happy enough to be allowed to party without worrying about taking offence at fetching me a drink.
“Where’s mine?” Blake asked irritably, looking around for an Unspeakable.
“Here,” I pressed my bottle to his lips while keeping Tatum crushed between us as we continued to move to the music. Watch Me by The Phantoms was playing now and we ground together to the heavy beat.
She watched him swallow again and again with her own tongue sweeping out to wet her lips. I moved the bottle to her mouth next and she leaned back against my chest, looking up at me as she drank. When she’d had enough, I lifted the bottle to my own lips and finished the rest.
“See, baby? Things are better when you share them,” I purred, tossing the bottle to Bait as he walked by. It thumped into his chest hard enough to bruise and his eyes flashed with rage for a moment within that white mask before he scooped the bottle up out of the sand and scurried away. If he didn’t watch himself, I’d be beating that defiant look out of his eyes by the end of the night. Lucky for him, the girl in my arms was more tempting right now.
“Are you ever going to drop this sordid fantasy?” Tatum asked breathlessly, aiming for a pissed off tone and landing on a seductive one instead.
“We could head back to The Temple
