And the noise of Reverie's moan drowned in the ruckus with her release. His fingers were soaked as she constricted and came apart. The cup slammed onto the top, and she began to choke on the liquid. She grasped the edge of the table, stilling herself as she trembled and came down. Dorian watched her every movement and heave of lungs, continuing to rub his fingers and spread those juices, wishing he could taste her. She finally took a deep breath and forced herself straight again, chest still moving deliberately. He could feel her thighs continuing to twitch as he tied her pants back. She slowly looked back at him over her shoulder, the dilation in her gaze making his heart skip.
"The next time you sit on my lap in the middle of a crowded room with intentions of teasing me, remember who you're dealing with," and he felt her skin raise. He leaned around her, his lips whispered the skin just beneath her ear, and her head bent just slightly towards him. "I will fuck you right here in this chair. You'll sit on my cock, and I'll toy with you until the rest of the room is watching. And when you come, these wandering eyes will know you're mine."
When she looked over her shoulder, he didn't lose her gaze. He brought his fingers up to his lips, and he sucked on the two he'd toyed her with as though he were savoring the last bit of his favorite meal. Her mouth visibly sagged as his orbs darted from her darkened lilac gaze to her lips, and then he kissed her throat, almost claim-like in manner. She looked back at him.
"Yours?" she questioned.
"I'll make sure Beron gets a front-row seat," he dared.
A small smile grew on her lips. "Jealousy suits you, Prince."
He almost laughed, his lips close enough to hers that he could have kissed her and sprawled her on that floor, made good on his promises. But he didn't, and he squeezed her ass as he whispered, "Mine."
His nose nudged hers, but he didn't dare go any closer. He knew the moment he kissed her, he would lose any leverage he had in their game, and he would surrender to her completely.
He'd been confused about Corbin earlier, and now adding her and whatever this was into the mix had his head spinning. He didn't know what to do with the swelling in his chest and the sweatiness in his palms. And feeling this way with two people? It was enough to send him totally shutting down instead of having to deal with figuring it out.
"Little King—“
Fuck.
"Yes, Katla," he nearly snapped as he met her amused gaze.
"Would you like to go next?” she asked. “I think we'd all love an embarrassing story of yours."
He knew she'd only called on him to fuck with him, and he couldn't help the knowing smile on his face. "Sure," he agreed.
The Blackhands settled loudly back down at the table, and another round of drinks was passed around. Hagen caught Dorian's gaze and shook his head again, a broad smile on his face. Dorian wondered if he had watched the entire exchange.
Dorian once more relaxed back in the chair, his fingers simply touching Reverie's back again as he started telling a story in line with the theme of their game— sexual embarrassment.
Reverie hardly moved the remainder of the night, allowing him to continue to caress the bare skin on her spine, occasionally squeezing her flesh between the top of her pants and the wrap around her breasts. They played the drinking games with the rest of the Blackhands, and every time she looked back at him over her shoulder, he would give her a quiet wink or grasp her flesh harder. Until she finally told the rest of them she would be retiring for the night and blamed their early rising on why she was leaving. She gave his hair a long comb through as she passed behind the chair to go.
Once she was gone, Hagen stood as though he were going to get another drink, but he rounded back by Dorian and paused to clap his shoulder.
"You're in so much trouble, mate," Hagen laughed. "Maybe I should be more worried about her taking your life on this trip instead of the Infi."
"You're probably right," Dorian agreed.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
DORIAN BROUGHT BOTH Reverie and Corbin mugs of tea the following morning, as well as pastries he'd picked up from the bread woman on his way.
Corbin stared at him when he presented it.
"Since when do you do anything for others?" Corbin said.
Dorian frowned. "What do you mean? I am the epitome of generosity."
Corbin choked on the sip of tea he'd just taken.
And Reverie simply snatched it from his hands with a glare.
He wondered if she'd thought he would seek her out after their exchange. But he'd stayed up far longer than he should have, enjoying his time at the bar, and his body exhausted into his bed before he could bring himself to go find her.
She was up and with the horses long before them, as though she'd been there since way before the sunrise. She tacked her bags on with jolts that made Dorian and Corbin exchange a frown. But neither pushed it, and they instead went to their own horses to tack their bags.
Dorian had also noted a tenseness in Corbin on their way over. Corbin avoiding his gaze, walking stiffly. He wondered if it had anything to do with the day before. The morning was the first he'd seen him since. As they gathered their things, Dorian decided he could not stand the tension any longer.
