“I want more too,” I whispered. “Did you know it was my birthday?”
His body went still. He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to, because this was happening.
I pulled a hotel keycard out from my bra, the side he hadn’t grabbed, and slid it into his hand on my waist. “Meet me upstairs in thirty minutes. I’m not letting you go until your soul belongs to me.”
I traced my hand up the back of his neck and threaded it through his hair. It was just long enough to hold on to.Could this man be any more perfect?“Then I’ll decide if you’re worth keeping… or tossing back into the pond.”
Lifting his hand, I kissed his palm, leaving a perfect red lipstick stain. “Don’t disappoint me.”
I peeled away, and his hands fell from my body as the crowd parted for me like I was royalty. I blew kisses to those who stared and winked at those who dared to look jealous.
Tonight, I’d chosen my stud, and I was going to ride him like my life depended on it.
As the elevatordoors slid shut, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The cool stainless steel walls pressed against my back, grounding me as my pulse thrummed just beneath the skin. My wings itched to break free, and my legs trembled from the delicious edge I teetered on. The feeling was mouthwatering, the anticipation like spotting something ripe, forbidden, and ready to bite into.
Sex? I knew it like second nature.
The mechanics, the motives, the psychology. A whole year under Vesta, the queen of madams, had taught me what true talent looked like. I’d learned how to read a client with a single glanceand give them not what they asked for, but what they needed. Sometimes, I even did the work myself—undercover, raw, real.
It helped that I was a fairy with the power to tap into desire itself. To make people see what they yearned for most. What made their hearts pound and their reason unravel.
Vesta hadn’t let me use that power, not even once, during the mentorship. All I could rely on were my senses. It had been infuriating, but when I passed her final tests with nothing but my wits and instincts, the high was like nothing else.
Now, I wanted it all.
Tonight, I’d use everything. My magic. My instincts. My body. All of it on my mystery man. A night of fantasy, raw and unfiltered. I deserved it. It was my twenty-first birthday, the last before the crown truly passed to us. After that, there’d be no room for wild nights. No reckless pleasure. Just power, money, and blood.
The elevator chimed, bringing me to the top-floor suite that was reserved for only Syndicate family members. It was ours and ours alone.
I stepped into the marble foyer, the click of my heels matching the steady beat of my heart. The chilled champagne I’d ordered was waiting in the fridge. I grabbed it, along with two glasses and an ice bucket, and made my way to the bedroom.
I considered uncorking it but smirked instead. Men loved their little rituals.“Watch me open the bottle… Doesn’t my dick look good from this angle?”
Laughing to myself, I set everything on the nightstand, then thought better of it. I didn’t need to kick over the bucket mid-orgasm, so I moved it to the credenza beneath the TV. Less possibility for blood and cleanup.
Maybe we need whipped cream?I knew he was good with his tongue.
Three beeps echoed from the front door, and my pussy clenched. Memories of earlier flashed—him licking down my thighs, his grip, his mouth, his need. I raised my hand and clapped three times. Instantly, the lights cut out, enveloping the suite in shadow.
“Come find me,” I called, wings unfurling as I pressed against the wall beside the door. I didn't want to make it too easy.
Heavy steps entered. Confident. Controlled. Each one caused my heartbeat to go faster and faster.
Then a crash. A frustrated growl.Oh, is he getting frustrated by my little game? Wanting me so desperately he can’t wait?
Another door flung open down the hall, and I closed my eyes, simply feeling the vibration. Excitement for the chase bubbled up.
Wanting to be ready for him, I slipped out of my thong and rubbed my clit with trembling fingers, moaning quietly as my slick heat welcomed two of them in. The vibrations from the second slammed door rolled through the wall, sending chills up my spine.
I moaned again, too loud this time, and the door burst open.
A hand gripped my wrist and slammed it above my head, pinning me to the wall with a force that rattled my teeth. I kept my eyes closed, wanting to live out that mystery just a little longer.
Our breaths mingled, his now minty. He must have cleaned himself of me. Shame. I liked how I tasted on his lips.
He inhaled deep at my neck, then sighed like he’d been starved. “I want everything tonight. I want us so ruined we beg for death just for the mercy of rest.”Was his voice so growly before? Did the music of the club drown out his voice?
He didn’t wait for permission, just grabbed my other wrist as he rubbed his length against me. I could feel the outline of his cock, hard and ready.
