I moved into the next room and nearly wept in relief to find more wine. Nox knew I needed liquid courage to get through this. I paused with the glass halfway to my mouth as I caught the familiar scent of night and fire.Calix. He was here, and close.
I tossed the green drink I’d grabbed down and turned, letting my hips sway as I strutted through the room. Here, people were having actual conversations, but more often than not, women were sitting in men’s laps as the men’s hands tweaked nipples and rubbed their fingers through soaking wet folds—in full view of their conversational partners.
I stood corrected—there was a woman perched on another woman’s lap who was being felt up as well, and a male who had a man and a woman on each leg. Then there was the man in the middle of the room, who instead of having his partner in his lap, had him on his knees before him, his cock down his throat as he lazily thrust into it. It was definitely equal opportunity here, which was admittedly nice to see.
“You look lonely, would you want to join me, my Lady? Someone as gorgeous as you shouldn’t be alone on such a night.” A masked man asked, looking me up and down as he licked his lips. He was Fae, his pointed ears poking out through his dirty blonde hair, with a strong jaw and nose, and his eyes were a pretty shade of green. An idea struck me, and I decided to play,hoping it would work. I swayed over to the man, a smile teasing at my mouth, when a hand suddenly clamped around my waist and pulled me back into averyhard body. The scent of the night sky and blazing fire overtook me immediately.
Calix.
Found you.
A part of me I hadn’t even known existed sat up and practically purred in pleasure that I managed to entice him out and over to me. The idea of another man touching me made him jump up to stop it. That part of me was the one who ground back against the very hard bulge I felt against my ass. A smirk pulled at my lips still, but for a much better reason. I imagined this was the same satisfaction fishermen felt when an ornery fish was reeled in.
“The lady’s with me.” Calix barked at the man, who held his hands up in surrender. I tilted to the side and turned my head so I could see him. His scowling face glared at the man who invited me over, his hair as white as the moon with eyes the purple of an aurora in the night sky as fury bled through them—the man wasn’t going to argue with his king.
Calix kept his hand around my waist, leading me over to a dark gray oversized velvet chair. Another man was sitting in the one kitty corner to it, and he raised his brow at Calix. Clearly, Calix had abruptly halted their conversation for me, and a pleased smile spread across my face.
Calix sprawled out in the chair and grabbed his glass full of red fizzing liquor, knocking it back in one go, while his other arm shot out and grabbed me—pulling me down onto his lap.
“Are you trying to torture me, my réalta? This dress is nothing but a scrap of lace.” Calix murmured in my ear, his voice a low rumble that instantly made wetness seep down my thighs. His nostrils flared and he let out a pained groan.Right, Fae senses.
“Not any more than you’re torturing me, my dorchadas.” I whispered in his ear as my hand came up to play with his hair.He buried his head in my neck, nipping slightly and causing me to moan and squirm in his lap. I could feel him hard beneath me, but his damn restraint was still holding him back.
The drink had done wonders for me, for I no longer cared about the consequences, no longer cared that he would inevitably hurt me—I only cared about one thing.
“Calix…” I whined, rubbing against his covered cock until he grabbed my hips, halting me. He was panting heavily now, and I just needed to push his control a bit further until it snapped. It was only then I noticed the man across from us was sitting back and watching, amused. Calix lifted his head and growled at the man, who only smiled wider.
“Asteria, this is Nithe.” Calix informed me begrudgingly. “One of my spies, and a distant cousin.” Nithe’s hair was a dark tumble to his shoulders, while his eyes were pink like Siria’s. It was an interesting combination, but good looking though he was, he was no Calix.
“Pleasure to meet you, Asteria.” Nithe smiled widely, all charm and grace—perfect for a spy. It gave me an idea, one that had my newly discovered sultry, teasing side applauding. I fluttered my lashes as I smiled, reaching out my hand to Nithe.
“Pleasure’s all mine. Hopefully anyway.” I winked at him, my voice a sexy rasp that surprised even me.
Nithe threw his head back in laughter, shaking it slightly before he took my hand, kissing it instead of shaking. Calix’s hands tightened on my hips to the point of pain, but I relished it, rubbing my thighs together to relieve the ache it caused.
“Is this your plan then? Show me what I can’t have and rub it in my face?” Calix pouted, so I turned to face him and gently traced my fingers over those pouty, soft lips. A thrill ran through me at finally getting to touch him in such a way. He nipped my finger and I moaned longingly.
“Who says you can’t have it?” I smiled slowly, rubbing my ass back and forth on him, and he bit his lip, but as he threw his head back, a moan finally slipped out before he could stop it. It sounded like victory. All that pale, exposed skin called to me, and I leaned forward, nipping along the column of his throat until he lifted his head.
I leaned back against him, winding my arm back around his neck and burying my hand in his silvery white hair. Calix swore loudly, his hand sliding across my stomach, tracing upwards to the deep v of my dress. His fingertips trailed up the expanse of bare skin, before he brought both hands up to cup my breasts, squeezing them with perfect pressure. His hands on me felt like Elysium, and I moaned, tossing my head back against his shoulder. When he let go of my breasts I was disappointed, until he used those hands to pull the lace covering my breasts to the sides, letting them spill out into the air.
“Nox damn me, your breasts are fucking perfect, Asteria.” Calix groaned in my ear at his first glimpse of my naked chest. Those large hands of his nearly covered my plentiful chest entirely as he reached up and got his first handful of my bare breasts. After a few moments of appreciating them, he spared two fingers on each hand to roll my nipples between them, pinching them.
“Fuck.” I moaned, my head falling forward. Calix chuckled huskily, making me shiver in delight. He released my breasts, watching them bounce as he licked his lips, while Nithe sat forward, watching avidly. Calix ran his hands down my curves, and I arched up into those magnificent hands, wanting them to touch me everywhere.
“So responsive, my réalta.” Calix murmured, his cheek brushing mine. “I wonder if you’re so responsive everywhere.”
I turned my head until our lips were a breath apart and that new side of me was now in full control, coming out in a sultry whisper. “Why don’t you find out, my dorchadas?”
His eyes closed for a moment, and I wanted to scream, or possibly cry—that was always his cue before he ran. I braced myself for disappointment, but thankfully, I wasn’t the only one drinking the inhibition lowering alcohol tonight. “I can’t have sex outside holidays, but that doesn’t mean I can’t…bendthe rulesa bit.”
“This ought to be good.” Nithe chuckled, and I think we’d both momentarily forgotten he was there, and just as quickly, we forgot once more. It was just us, in our little world. The haze of the room and its atmosphere, the drinks we’d imbibed, all of it combined to create this needy, desperate feeling, like I might explode if Calix didn’t put his hands on me.
Calix slid his hands along my body until he reached the bottom of my tiny skirt, hiking it up and exposing my lace panties. He situated us so my legs were on either side of his, and then spread his own legs. It took mine with him, spreading me wide for him, while also keeping his sadly still covered cock lined up against my ass. It was perfect.
His finger snapped my panties with a single twist, the pieces of lace fluttering to the floor. Both men inhaled deeply, but I was only focused on one. Calix inhaled my arousal like a drug as his eyes feasted on the sight of me—somehow making me even wetter, when I was already sure I’d never been as soaked as I was right now.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, my réalta.” Calix praised, making me smile, pleased that he liked what he saw, and even more pleased when his fingers slipped down the outside of my cunt, caressing my skin while dancing around where I needed him. He spread his legs a bit more, leaving me spread out and exposed for his perusal—only I didn’t feel exposed, I felt set free.
