Viktor tossed a couple wooden chips onto the table and tilted his head back as slurping sounds came from underneath the table.
Orelia’s heartbeat quickened. She was surprised to find she was aroused at the sound, though the poor girl was probably wishing she was anywhere else. She’d heard and seen it all at Beron’s, but this was different. This was more intimate, somehow.
She fidgeted on Vade’s lap and sunk her nails into his hair as the sounds of oral sex intensified. The others at the table didn’t seem surprised by what was happening. Fargus spoke to his woman, and Riata relit her pipe. Egan focused on his cards.
Orelia’s breathing quickened in time with Viktor’s, and she felt herself winding inside. She didn’t realize her free hand had gone to Vade’s chest, clutching his leathers.
Vade set his drink down and slid his hand up her thigh, under her dress, fingertips digging into her skin. “Careful, lamb,” he purred in her ear.
Orelia panted, her chest rising and falling as she watched Viktor’s face twitch in elation.
Soft lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Control yourself.”
She couldn’t. She needed to be touched, needed more than just his fingertips on her. Orelia looked at him, studying every inch of his face.
His delicious scent made her throb with need, and this close, she could picture nothing other than losing herself in him. Orelia slid her hand up his chest and stopped at the base of his throat, bringing her lips inches from his.
His fingers slid so high on her leg that he reached her hip. Vade swept the thumb of his other hand along her underwear right over her center and Orelia gasped.
Vade stared at her, watching her react as he ran his thumb up and down the thin fabric covering her slick core. The fabric brushing against her drove Orelia wild. She couldn’t sit still, squirming in his lap, fingers tightening in his hair.
“More,” she whispered, lips almost brushing his.
His grip around her waist tightened, eyes burning into hers, thumb movements almost pushing her over the edge.
Orelia tilted her neck, offering herself to him, hoping it would show how badly she needed to be touched. She knew he wouldn’t kiss her on the mouth, but maybe he’d kiss her in other places.
Vade inhaled her scent as he dragged the tip of his nose along her neck, making her throb. When his lips brushed her throat, Orelia whimpered, becoming a puddle in his lap. She squirmed again, rubbing against his incredibly hard cock.
A dark chuckle sounded in her ear. “Such a good pleasure girl,” Vade whispered.
Hearing him call her a ‘pleasure girl’ and not a ‘whore’ sent Orelia into action. She grabbed his face and planted her lips on his.
Viktor slammed his fists on the table, knocking his chips over as he grunted through his orgasm.
Vade pulled back and looked at her with eyes so wide that she knew she’d screwed up.
He fucked. He didn’t kiss.
Both hands immediately left her body, one going to the chair arm, the other to the chair back. Anything to not have to touch her.
“I’m sorry,” Orelia whispered, sitting back to give him as much space as she could.
Vade brought a fist to his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as he bit down on his finger. His thumb glistened, and shame at her behavior had Orelia distracting herself by chugging her wine.
“Can we get back to the game, please, now that Viktor’s gotten his rocks off?” Egan sent the woman on his lap off with an agitated flick of his hand and told her to fetch him a drink.
Viktor grinned, his pale skin flushed. The woman crawled out from under the table, wiped her mouth, and sat back on his lap. “Nothing like a good dick suckin’ to get ya in the mood for betting, am I right?” He winked at Vade as he retied his pants.
Vade ignored him.
Orelia had lost all track of the game play, but she thought Vade had won based on how everyone else was looking at him.
“Next round,” the dealer said.
When Vade won the fourth hand, the dealer slid a mountain of chips his way.
“Lucky bastard . . .” Fargus grumbled.
