“Hell, no,” Penelope says.“I was just getting started.”She snatches her glass from the table where all Morrigan’s friends sit and glugs the rest of it.
Great, so now I have to deal with an increasingly drunk and bratty princess.
Morrigan’s mouth presses into a thin line as if she’s trying to squash a laugh.“Now you see what I have to put up with?”She laughs.
“Exhausting.”But I sling my arm around Penelope and drag her back into the crowd where no one is listening.
“Who was it?”she says as she takes my hand and ducks under it, swinging herself around me in some kind of odd pirouette.
When I’m stone-cold sober, I don’t dance, and unfortunately, I’m still unnerved by whoever that figure was earlier.
“I should speak to Daria.”
“Did you actually catch anyone?”
“No.”
“And they’re gone?”
I nod.
“Then why don’t you chill out for a minute and dance with me.”She shoves her arse into my crotch and gyrates on my pussy.
Fucking hell.My self-control up and dies.My fingers grip her hips as she grinds harder and harder against me.I want to slip my hand under her dress, push my fingers inside her pussy and fuck her on the dance floor.
Actually, that’s not a bad idea.I spin her to face me.I pull her in tight and waltz us around the dance floor.
“The waltz?Showing your age, aren’t you?”
“I’ll have you know this dance is the dance of noble vampires, and you should be thankful I know how to lead.”
“I’ll let you lead in the bedroom too, if you like…”
My nostrils flare.She grins at me, knowing exactly what she just said.“You’re drunk.”
I hold her hard enough to bruise and pull her around the floor.“Need I remind you, you don’tletme anything.Do I need to teach you a lesson?”
Her eyes glimmer with just the faintest hint of rebellion.I pull us to the heart of the room where the dance floor is thick with bodies.We’re a mass of hot flesh and sticky booze.The lights are low, and everyone is drunk enough we won’t get caught for what I’m about to do.The music shifts, dropping to a more rhythmic beat.Around us people couple up, spinning in slow circles.Kisses are swapped, hands caress waists, tongues push inside mouths.
I lower my voice.“How disappointed would the queen be if I finger fucked her daughter into a quivering mess at her sister’s hen do?”
Penelope’s lips quiver.She sucks in her bottom lip, those fucking deliciously long blonde eyelashes fluttering at me.
“I suspect the queen would be devastated if she caught me cavorting with a dirty vampire.”
“Dirty?Oh, Princess, you have no idea how filthy I can be.”
I wrap her arms around me and slip one hand between her legs.
When I reach the apex of her thighs, I gasp.I expected to find the scrap of underwear, but my fingers brush freshly shaved skin.
I shake my head.“When did you remove those?Do you have no decorum?”
“Maybe I was out looking for someone to fuck.Someone who could actually give me what I wanted.”
My jaw ticks, I grip her tighter against me and without warning, push a finger inside her pussy.To my surprise, there’s no resistance.Apparently, backchat and disobedience are foreplay for her because her pussy is more than wet and accommodating enough for me to slide a second finger inside her.
She gasps, but it dissolves into a moan as I pull my fingers in and out.In and out.In and out.
