“But I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I whispered, locking my legs around his waist and jerking him close.“You’ll have a fascinating conversation with Old Crooked Mouth of the always delightful Clan Chlodio about why Sebastian is wrong about absolutely everything—”
“Damn it.”
“—and why things were so much better back in his day, when men were men, women were women, andvargulfsknew their place—”
I broke off because Cyrus had just growled at me, which sent shivers straight to a part of my anatomy that was already aching for him, causing me to squirm.And then to capture that bleeding lip again and lick it clean.Before trading it for a warm tongue that I sucked eagerly into my mouth and—
And there goes the dress, I thought, as Sebastian’s gift was suddenly on the floor in a puddle of silk and a pissed-off Were was at my throat.Only this kind of pissed off I could get behind, I thought, as he gave me a hell of a hickey while fumbling clumsily with his cummerbund, when Cyrus was never clumsy.And then just ripped through the whole thing, along with the zipper to his trousers.
“Was that your only tux?”I gasped.
“Yes,” he said, and slid home, making me writhe in pleasure as my body expanded to accommodate him.And as I grabbed the back of his neck for stability when I was pushed back against the door.
“Oh, that’s a shame.”
“You vixen,” he said, and I grinned.
“Vixen?Ooh, give me some more of that 1950s slang, daddy.”
Cyrus burst out laughing, interrupting the rhythm he was trying to establish.“If you honestly believe… I can think like this…”
“You the man,” I encouraged.
“That’s 70’s, not 50’s, and I’m not that much of a man.No oneis that much of a man.”
“Then show me how much of a man you are,” I challenged, and saw the light of battle come into those dark eyes.
“Say when,” he growled.
And uh-oh.
I think he intended for this to be a quickie, after which he would borrow a suit from one of Arnou’s flunkies and go along to dinner, a little late and slightly disheveled perhaps, but still more or less on time.
I had other ideas.
And I won, or Cyrus lost, or maybe we both won.It was honestly a little hard to tell, as he proceeded to teach me a lesson—a thick, meaty, hard, and demanding lesson—all across the living room.Which I refused to learn, because then it might stop.
I intended to make it more of a challenge for him, but he captured my hands above my head and held them flat against the door in the standing segment, refusing to allow me to move.I could have broken his hold—I fight dirty—but I got distracted.And then I was on the coffee table on my back, which was a nice piece of furniture with a glass top, which I didn’t want to endanger, as the bill for damages was going to be high enough already.
And all the while, I was too busy trying to help him out of his clothes to focus anyway, and mostly failing because it’s hard to see straight when your eyes keep rolling into the back of your head.
But I did manage to rip the very nice dress shirt open, scattering onyx studs everywhere.And found no pesky undershirt underneath, only hard pecs lightly furred for a Were, just the right amount, and harder abs now getting a workout.Like something else that was even more impressive and—
And somehow, I forgot to wrestle him for dominance.
It wasn’t until he was bending me over the back of the couch that I finally got some leverage, but by then—
“Oh, God,” I groaned, because the windows were returning a semitransparent view of the Strip, overlaid with the very pornographic pounding I was taking.I’d never really understood the obsession some people had with mirrors on bedroom ceilings.I usually liked to get lost in sensation, and it had always seemed like a view would interfere with that more than it would help.
There was a chance I’d been wrong.
I reached up and grabbed Cyrus’s hair, just to see the pretty picture we made when he arched me back against him, our bodies streaked with all that neon.And was planning some other poses, but had to abandon that idea.Because he took that moment to find The Spot.
Yeah.Oh, yeah.“Let’s freaking go!”
“No, that’s current,” Cyrus said, breathing a little heavy.
“What?”
