The wandering in her eyes had him squirming in his seat and fantasizing about taking her back to his room. Stripping her and devouring every inch of her voluptuous body. His fantasy getting so out of control as he thought about her straddling his cock that he had to tug at his pants.
Dag pulled his attention back as he shouted across the table, asking him why he hadn't drank, and Dorian quickly took a large gulp.
"Hey!" Katla called out a few minutes later, arms in the air. "There's my girl," she grinned.
Dorian looked over just in time to see Reverie come up beside his chair and lean against it.
"Finally get rid of him?" Katla mocked her.
Reverie shrugged, grinning smugly. "Fake promises and a grab to the cock usually keeps them away a few hours before they come begging for more," she teased.
Katla turned to Hagen. "Can I keep her?" she asked.
Hagen huffed amusedly and settled back in his seat. "You'll have to ask our Prince if he's willing to let her go," he said. "Though I think he'd rather keep her for himself."
Dorian's eyes narrowed playfully at Katla's smile. "Don't try to take my Commander," he said. "I like having a female guard to keep me alive."
"There's a full-time job," Katla muttered into her drink.
"Tell me about it," Reverie mocked.
Dorian glanced up at her. "I think you enjoy keeping me out of trouble."
She rolled her eyes, her hand sinking behind his neck, and he cursed himself when her nails scratched his head. "Is that what you think?" she said, fingers slightly tugging on his hair.
"I think she'd rather get you into more," Dag chimed in.
Bellows of laughter sounded around the table. But Reverie merely shook her head at the Blackhands and continued to toy in Dorian's hair. Damien stood after a moment once their attentions turned back to the drinking game and offered Reverie his chair, but she held up her hand and sank on the arm of Dorian's.
"I'm fine here," she insisted.
Dorian stiffened as she got comfortable, knee bent onto the arm. He eyed her as she sat there, joining in with the game and drinking with them. Until she stood to shift, pretending to be helping Smyths with passing around the drinks...
And then she sat on his knee.
Every muscle in his body tensed at her sitting in his lap, and he didn't know what to do with his hands. She didn't turn into him but instead simply leaned up, her elbows on the table, and she sat straddle over his knee.
Hagen caught Dorian's gaze across the table and raised his cup just noticeably.
Dorian shifted in his seat. Reverie pushed further back on his thigh. He noted the side-eye she gave him, as though she were checking to see how far back in his seat he was or if he was stammering.
Her hand slipped onto his other thigh, and she leaned back just slightly. Dorian's adrenaline surged, and he remembered the looks she'd been giving him all night. He shifted and sat up, pretending to be getting the fuller drink.
"Something on your mind, Lady Fyre?" he uttered against her ear.
"Thought I might give this game of yours a try," she said quietly enough that only he heard.
His cock twitched. "Would you like to know the rules?" he chose to ask, gaze darting from her eyes to her lips.
She squeezed his knee, and she whispered, "I play by my own," as her hand moved further up his thigh.
Had he not been intent on seeing where this tease was going, he'd have told her to follow him out of the room and into the alley. Devoured her as the snow fell around them.
But his curiosity got the better of him, and he sank back into the chair, propping his opposite elbow up on the arm of it, fingers slightly over his mouth to hide his faint smirk.
He noted the way the fur shawl fell heavily over her, so heavily that he wondered what he could get away with. He tried to continue listening to the conversation as he moved.
The moment his hand slipped beneath the shawl and touched her back, her fingers squeezed his knee, but she didn't dare look back at him.
