“Who am I to deny you, my mage?” That single word,my, sent a shiver down my spine. Had my heart aching for things I couldn't have.
With a powerful beat of her wings, she lifted herself, turned to face the mirrored window, and lowered onto my face, presenting herself for both me and the unseen voyeur on the other side.
She craved that attention, the eyes drinking her in, adoring her, aching for her. Just like when she stepped onto a stage, she came alive under a gaze. It wasn’t vanity; it was fuel. And knowing that only made me want to give her more—bemore.
Her dress rode up higher, and I tore her lacy thong away, tossing it across the room. The softthudof it hitting the mirror made her pause for just a second, and that was all I needed.
I seized the moment.
Reaching up, I ripped the straps of her dress down, baring her chest. I cupped her breasts in my hands as I dove into her slick heat, my tongue sliding along her slit. She arched back, but I fisted one breast, anchoring her as I devoured her.
My tongue worked in firm, hungry strokes while my fingers played with her nipples, alternating between teasing caresses and sharp little pinches. Her hips began to rock, grinding against my mouth, and my eyes rolled back with pleasure. She tasted like sin and sunlight.
Her gasps echoed through the room, mingling with the wet, desperate sounds I was making beneath her. The more I gave, the more she demanded. Half-choked by her thighs, I pressed in deeper, locking onto her clit and sucking until she screamed.
“Oh yes. Oh fuck, V. Fuck yes. Keep…keep going.” Her thighs clenched around my head, but I knew she would need more for her first orgasm to come.
Reaching over my head, I grabbed the butt plug with a big red jewel at the end. Placing it near her clit, I rubbed the silicone over her, stimulating the area with a different texture. Then I pushed it further, licking and sucking on it while her cunt was still grinding on my face.
Once I thought it was enough, I lifted it up and grabbed one of her cheeks. She whimpered for a second as I pushed the tip around that tight ring of muscle, easing it in so her body could get used to it.
She began to ride me harder, faster, begging under her breath, “Yes, please. Fuck me with that, Van. Fuck me in the ass and make me come.”
I heard her spit, and for the briefest moment, I wondered what was going on until I felt her hand, slick and hot, wrap around my cock. Her grip stroked up and down, her pace matching mine like we were completely synced.
My hips jerked, aching to be inside her, to bury myself in that perfect heat or to feel her mouth wrap around me, to paint her in pleasure and mark her for the ghost behind the glass.
Until a loud crash shattered the moment.
Aniyah let out a startled yelp, wings twitching as she leapt off me, landing gracefully on her feet. Her head whipped toward the sound, as did mine.
“What thefuckdo you think you're doing?!” she snapped, voice sharp and laced with fury.
I silently thanked the gods I hadn’t booked any other private rooms tonight, otherwise, this would be the talk of the entire club.
Propping myself up on my elbows, licking my lips to savor her taste, I spotted a tall, lean man in a casual sport coat and slacks stepping through the shattered glass like it was nothing. Calm, composed, like he’d strolled in to chat about the weather.
“I’ll pay for it,” he said in a cool British accent, gesturing vaguely to the broken window, eyes locked on her.
She took a single step forward, too far for my liking. My hand shot out, ready to pull her back to me, but he moved faster. A flash of fang, too quick to stop, and he was in front of her, fingers catching her chin and tilting it upward.
“I’ve had enough of watching,” he murmured, smug and sure, leaning close to her ear. “You think fucking someone in front of me is going to scare me off, darling?”
His hands slid down her arms, slow and possessive, then settled at her waist before he lifted her off the floor like she weighed nothing.
“W–what? What are you doing?” she stammered, thrown off for once, struggling to catch up.
“I’m proving something.”
He carried her back toward me, then, without hesitation, he shifted his grip, hooking his arms beneath her thighs and spreading her open like an offering. Her pulsing wet pussy called to me, begging me to fill it.
She wasn’t facing me yet, but I caught her looking back, confused eyes full of questions and uncertainty.
And, gods help me, I didn’t stop him.
I should have. I usually would have. Protecting Aniyah was instinct—not because she needed it, but because something wild and primal in medemandedit.
So, why now? Why, in this moment, did that instinct stay buried? Why wasn’t I trying to rip this fucker’s head off?
