I glance at Delilah, and she blinks over and over, her expression blank. Fuck. Maybe I should’ve told her about the Sanguine Solstice in private, but I never expected her to show up here. I should’ve though. The fire in her doesn’t like to be tamed. Which makes me all the hotter for her.
She stares at the room, taking in the people engaging in various sexual activities. Even in the dim lighting, I can clearly make out the flush on her cheeks.
I give her neck a reassuring squeeze, commanding her attention. She flicks her gaze to me, and her expression is soft, full of trust. I lean close to whisper in her ear.
“I’m not going to fuck you here... Unless you ask me to.”
She takes a breath and nods slowly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
My dick twitches in response to her words. When am I not getting turned on by her?
“Hey,” Declan says, taking his bride’s arm. “Why don’t we go outside?”
June pouts at his suggestion. “Do we have to?”
I jerk my chin at the doors. “We can’t leave anyway. There are crows posted by the exits.”
“If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.” June winks at Delilah before she grabs Declan by the lapels of his tux and yanks him toward her for a kiss.
Delilah’s mouth falls open. That’s my cue.
“Come on, bride,” I say.
I grab her hand and lead her through the sea of people, using my body to shield her. To keep her from being touched. Once we reach the velvet-covered couches at the edge of the room, I sit down and drag her onto my lap.
“Does it bother you?”
She bites her lip in thought. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never seen people have sex before.”
I stroke her cheek, loving how she leans into my touch. “And now that you have?”
“I’m confused, but…” Her gaze darts to a nearby couple, her pupils dilating when the recruit spanks a woman on all fours.
“But what?”
She ducks her head. “But I’m also kind of turned on.”
I wrap an arm around her waist and lean back, my gaze flitting over the crowd. I can’t make out their faces, but it doesn’t matter. This isn’t about them, it’s about her.
Delilah shifts on my lap, her movements tentative, uncertain. But at least she’s not trying to run.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “We can stay right here and enjoy the show.”
I point at the man standing behind a woman who’s bent over the arm of a couch several feet away. The recruit grips her hips and sinks his cock inside her. He fucks her in a slow, deep rhythm, and she moans in approval.
“Everyone is enjoying themselves,” I say. “And we can too.”
Delilah’s lips part, and her breathing quickens, but she’s still rigid.
With my free hand, I stroke the length of her neck in a slow, comforting caress. “You could never have sex in public, could you?”
Delilah shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”
“But you’re curious?”
She bites her lip and gives a tentative nod. That’s all the encouragement I need.
I drop my hand to lazily trace her collarbone before dipping my thumb under the material of her dress. She sucks in a sharp breath. I cup her breast, teasing the sensitive skin, before pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers again and again. She arches her back, pressing her breast against my palm like a cat wanting to be petted. Then she freezes.
