The fae held a nine of hognose in his hand. Riata had to throw a hognose higher than a nine to win the hand, which is what Vade wanted. He didn’t need any more cards, or he would lose the round.
Riata’s eyes danced between the two men who waited on bated breath. She flipped her card onto the pile and covered it with her hand.
Egan groaned. “Enough with the dramatics.”
Riata shot him a glare, and he flinched. Slowly, she removed her hand, revealing an eight of hognose.
The fae tossed out his nine.
Fargus erupted into laughter.
twenty-eight
“What are the oddsof that, dark man? You were almost safe.” Fargus’s smile turned voracious. “Now, hand her over.”
Vade had a death grip on her thigh, but Orelia pried his fingers off and sauntered around the table, swishing her hips in a tantalizing motion.
Fargus’s woman practically ran to Vade.
The golden man squeezed Orelia’s backside, grinning wide enough to reveal a shiny gold cap gleaming on one of his back teeth. “Just as firm as I thought.” He smacked her ass, then patted his thigh.
Orelia perched herself atop his leg, finding him bonier than he looked. She tried to find a comfortable position, but nothing quite worked.
The blonde swung her long, lean legs across Vade’s lap, but he hardly seemed to notice. His gaze was solely focused on Orelia. The woman whispered something in his ear, but his eyes stayed on the witch.
Soft fingers tilted her head. From afar, Fargus had appeared handsome, but up close, he was far less pleasing, with an oily smile andpossessive hands like he had the right to her body just because he’d won a hand in a card game.
The weight of the fae’s presence intensified, but everyone else at the table seemed oblivious. Perhaps she’d just become attuned to his displeasure.
Good.He deserved to suffer for the way he’d behaved.
She slid a hand up Fargus’s fine-stitched tunic and twirled one of his blonde curls around her finger, smiling at him like she was smitten. “You’re much better company, I must admit,” she said.
“Yes, the dark one is far too grim.” Fargus leaned closer, and she knew he was eyeing Vade when he spoke into her ear. “He looks rather jealous, don’t you think?” he said loud enough for the whole room to hear.
Vade was sneering so hard she thought his mouth may become permanently fixed in that position.
“He does,” she said in a sensual voice.
“Maybe we can give him something toreallybe jealous about.” Fargus grabbed her by the waist and arranged her so she was sitting on his lap, facing Vade. He hooked his legs inside hers and widened his stance, spreading her legs so wide that the slit in her dress exposed her underwear. Fargus wrapped his arms around her and splayed his palms across her stomach, breathing softly against the crux of her neck.
Feeling more comfortable in her own skin than she ever had, the exposure of her body didn’t make Orelia shy away. She didn’t care who saw. After all, she’d never see these people again.
She turned her head and planted a firm kiss on Fargus’s lips. He tasted of smoke and liquor, oscillating between repulsive and sweet, but she wanted to give Vade something to agonize over. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, running his hands up her stomach and squeezing her breasts.
“I love a set of good tits. I especially like it when they barely fit in my hands.”
Orelia chuckled and let heavy eyes fall on Vade. The blonde on his lap looked around, twisting her hair, clearly bored. His nose crinkled with annoyance, hand firmly grasping his drink.
She smiled in return.
“I want to feel you.” Fargus dipped his fingers beneath her underwear and paused on her center. “Fucking hells, you’re dripping. Such a good little whore.”
The glass in Vade’s hand broke. Blood dripped from his palm, but he didn’t take his eyes off Orelia’s. The blonde jumped off him as the waitress from earlier rushed over and began picking up the pieces of glass.
To anger her arduous traveling companion further, Orelia wiggled, urging Fargus for more. She pushed aside the repulsion at what he did and who he was. She needed to be touched, even if it was by an asshole like him. She let her mind go to a darker place where she imagined Vade lived constantly. All that concerned her was getting a reaction from the man who looked like he wanted to kill her.
Orelia gasped, arching her back as Fargus pumped two fingers inside her. When she moaned, Vade’s attention went to her exposed entrance. His shoulders rapidly rose and fell, knuckles pure white,the chair arm groaning under his grip. The blonde tried to sit back on his lap but he shooed her away, saying something over his shoulder.
