Sorrell’s hand followed the motion, fingers tightening just so, teasing a twitch from the dancer’s length, coaxing the pulse that made it grow even thicker and more pronounced. The sight was almost unbearable, a raw, exposed promise that seemed designed to distract and dominate.
Thane’s eyes flicked briefly to the display but didn’t waver in focus. His voice was low, cutting through the tension. “Whatabout that hit squad—the one that got caught at that dump near the Seam?”
Sorrell’s smile never faltered. “I haven’t heard anything about that.” He lowered his head, burying his face in the mesh pouch, inhaling deeply. The dancer’s chest rose and fell beneath Sorrell’s breath, every movement measured and sultry.
Riven swallowed hard, the mingling scent of expensive cologne, sweat, and magic thick in the air. The business of their talk felt blurred beneath the overt sensuality. Thane’s cold professionalism clashed starkly with the scene unfolding beside him.
Thane’s voice sharpened, cutting through the haze of slick bodies and whispered leather. “Has House Glint lost a mage recently? Someone who might be connected to the hit squad?”
At last, Sorrell’s eyes lifted, locking onto Thane’s with a slow, calculating glance. His fingers never stopped moving—now peeling the mesh thong aside, freeing the stripper’s heavy balls to hang low and exposed beneath his large cock, which throbbed visibly in his palm. The dancer’s hips tilted forward, pressing insistently into the open palm, the faintest hum of magic pulsing from him.
Instead of answering, Sorrell’s voice was teasing, sharp with a hint of mockery. “And what, exactly, do you think this is about, Thane?” He flicked his wrist, sending a ripple of movement through the dancer’s frame, who arched his back, pressing even harder against the hand cupping him.
Riven shifted awkwardly, cheeks burning as his own cock throbbed painfully, fully hard despite his efforts to stay focused. He forced his eyes back to Sorrell’s face, to the sharp intelligence there, trying to anchor himself in the conversation rather than the hypnotic spectacle unfolding mere feet away.
“You know exactly why I’m here.” Thane didn’t blink. “This isn’t just about drugs flooding the streets. Someone’s trying toprovoke us, using our enemies as a shield. If Glint lost a mage, then that mage could be involved.”
Sorrell’s lips curled into a slow smile, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. Without a word, his fingers found the delicate mesh strap holding the thong in place and, with a quick snap, broke it free. The sheer fabric fell away, leaving the dancer’s cock completely exposed—thick, dripping with pre-cum, the glint of magic still pulsing faintly from his slick, engorged length.
Leaning forward, Sorrell’s tongue flicked out, teasing the swollen, glistening head with slow, deliberate strokes. The dancer’s hips bucked reflexively, grinding against the curve of Sorrell’s mouth.
Riven’s breath hitched as the raw, decadent display stole what little focus he had left. His cock throbbed painfully, a relentless reminder of the tension weaving through the room, but he forced his eyes back to Sorrell’s face—sharp, amused, dangerous.
“Careful, Knife,” Sorrell murmured around the dancer’s cock, his voice low and teasing. “Accusations like that can light fires no one can control.”
The dancer whimpered softly, hips rolling, body pulsing with need under Sorrell’s skilled ministrations. The moment was a razor’s edge—between business and indulgence, between threat and pleasure—and Riven knew they were only just beginning.
Thane’s gaze sharpened. He didn’t move, just repeated the question with cold precision. “Has House Glint lost a mage recently?”
Without hesitation, Sorrell took the dancer’s thick, dripping cock fully, deep into his mouth. His head bobbed slowly, deliberately, the wet sounds of suction filling the charged silence. Then, with a slick, audible pop, he pulled back, lips glistening and parted just enough to speak.
“No,” he said smoothly, his dark eyes locked on Thane’s. “Glint hasn’t lost a mage. That would be damn near impossible to hide from me.”
The dancer moaned softly, fingers digging into Sorrell’s hair as his hips twitched against the flushed lips. Riven swallowed hard.
Thane’s eyes didn’t waver as he leaned forward, voice low but edged with steel. “Then how do you explain a dead mage bearing a Glint sigil trying to kill one of my people on the streets of Atlantis?”
As Thane spoke, Sorrell barely flinched. His hands guided the dancer’s hips, angling the man’s thick cock deeper and deeper into his mouth with deliberate ease. The dancer slid down until his heavy balls pressed flush against Sorrell’s chin. The slick sounds of wet, deep fucking filled the tense room, mingling with the faint rustle of fabric and low moans.
Finally, Sorrell pulled back, lips glistening, eyes glittering with amused contempt. A throaty laugh rumbled from his chest as he fixed Thane with a dangerous smile.
“How fucking stupid do you think House Glint is?”
Thane’s voice dropped low, a growl underlining each word. “So, are you finally ready to end this stupid show and have a genuine discussion, or do you expect us to watch you get fucked all night?”
Sorrell’s eyes flicked toward Riven, a sly grin playing at his lips. “Well, we could always swap roles,” he purred, the suggestion dripping with challenge.
Thane’s growl deepened, sharp and warning, and Sorrell raised a hand, clearly signaling truce. With a reluctant nod, he waved the stripper off.
Before the man slipped away, Sorrell called out softly, “Bend forward and show us, will you?”
The dancer complied without hesitation, arching his back and parting his cheeks to reveal his slick, inviting hole.
Riven’s breath hitched, a near moan pressing at the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down, keeping his focus where it needed to be.
Chapter 30
The moment the stripper slipped quietly out of the room, Sorrell’s expression changed. The flirtatious smirk vanished, replaced by a mask of cold professionalism that made Riven’s head spin. It was as if the man had flipped a switch, from provocative host to ruthless negotiator in an instant.
