“People would see.”
“They would.” He pushes inside me. “They would burn with jealousy.”
I’m not even sure I’m standing on my own. I’ve since stopped dancing as I ride his hand. My eyes are closed, but I see everything. He continues to sway as I once again become lost in him. This consuming urge becomes too much, and I snap.
“Fuck me. I don’t care where we are. Who sees.” I fall apart in his arms, desperate to feel him inside me again. All of him. Spreading me wide. “Please…”
The floor below me rumbles, and my back hits a wall. We’re in a secluded corner, no one but us in sight. I’m not sure how we got here, but I don’t care. I’m done asking questions I know I won’t get the answers to.
His mouth breaks from mine, feathering slow, soothing kisses down my neck. I hate how gentle he’s being. How relaxed he is while my entire body is wound tight like a spring.
I pull at his hair and use my tongue to kiss at the exposed skin of his unbuttoned shirt. Without care, I drop my hands and claw at his shirt, snapping off a button, revealing more of his chiseled chest. His deep growl causes my nipples to harden, driving me to take more. I need more.
“Use your claws, kitten. Take what belongs to you.” He pulls his hand from my pants, leaving me aching even worse.
I lift my eyes to his, a fire lit behind his silver gaze. “And do you belong to me?” I ask.
“I’ve marked your soul. Claimed you in a way you may never understand. You belong to me. Take me as you will, cherie. Do your worst. I will return the favor.”
Any sort of willpower dissipates. I transform into this fierce feline, ready to tear through every layer of him until I feel him all around me.
“Stop talking and fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.” He’s already grabbing my hips, his hold burning into my skin. I’m lifted and placed on top of a speaker box, the vibrations of the base an added sensation to my already throbbing sex. He works to remove my jeans, no shame that I’m suddenly bare to anyone who can see. My head tilts back as he spreads my legs and disappears between my thighs. His tongue is cool and perfect against my hot flesh. He licks at my arousal, sucking me into his mouth. “Harder. I want more,” I urge. My legs widen. My hands disappear into his hair, pushing and pulling as I ride his mouth. My vision starts to blur as my orgasm hits its peak. He takes no pity on me, biting at me, sucking hard. I bite my lip as stars form. My body jolts, bringing on a second wave, when he bites my inner thigh. The pain transforms into pleasure as he latches onto my other side, breaking skin.
“Fuck…” I cry. My legs tremble. My sex throbs for more.
“Greedy little cunt you have. Still unsated and thirsty for more.”
I don’t know how he does it, but I don’t care. In a flash, he has me whipped around, my body bent over the speaker. I hold my breath, waiting for what’s to come, surprised when his lips press against my butt cheek. His teeth graze until I yelp as he nips at my skin. One after another, he marks my body with his lips, his teeth, his feral words.
“I am ruining you, cherie. You will belong to no one but me.” He fists my hair, pulling, forcing me to look at him. “You can’t take this back. I’ve branded you. Your soul will ache for me for eternity.” He’s hard and thick against my bare ass. I inhale a deep breath as he thrusts inside me. I scream in pleasure, pushing against him. He’s slick. Like marble sliding into me, hitting the deepness of my sex. This time, he’s not gentle, nor meticulous. Gone is the patient man who holds all the cards. In his place is my lion, charging at me with full force, threatening to break me in two.
I moan, cry, beg for more, until a galaxy of stars explodes behind my eyes and my body ignites. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he expands inside me and releases a growl so ferocious, the walls shake.
I struggle to breathe. My body is numb, and I fall against the speaker, completely spent. My eyes feel suddenly heavy and I can’t seem to form a thought or care to move.
“Sleep now, cherie. Dream of me.”
As if he’s willed my eyes to close, they do.
7
I jolt awake at the feel of something smacking across my face. I spring up, assaulted by a wave of dizziness.
I’m in my bed at the hotel.
“Rise and shine, drunkie.”
“What?” I look around. Trudy is in the bed next to me. We’re both in our pajamas. “What are we…how did we…?”
“What? How did I drag your drunk ass back here? Great question. I left you for ten minutes to go to the bathroom, and when I came back, you were as lit as a firecracker.”
I sit straighter, the dizziness causing my head to throb. “What do you mean?”
Trudy laughs, remembering a part of the night completely unknown to me. She rolls onto her stomach. “Girl, when I came back, you were out on the dancefloor breaking it down.”
My eyes bug out, remembering the indecent scene with Macareus. “Oh my god, what did you see?”
“Well...I found you grinding on the dancefloor by yourself. It was quite comical actually.”
“Wait, I was alone?” Oh god, not again.
“Yeah. A few guys tried to join you, but they would get close and quickly shoo off.”
No, no, no. I grab at my head. “Was there ever a time I disappeared?” I had to have. There’s no way…
“Not that I know of. Eventually, we left the dancefloor and took a bunch more shots.
