“Asteria, look at this one!” Ilta squealed, pulling a dress out and laying it over her hand for me to see. “This would be perfect for you! It’s the style you love, but still a bit different than the last one.”
She was absolutely right. I loved it immediately. It was similar to the last one I’d worn, but there were some big differences that made it stand out. It was black lace again, but it had leather pieces sticking out slightly at the shoulder. Those pieces turned into trim as they merged into the body of the dress. The leather dipped in a slight V at the navel, leaving a bit of my stomach bare. While my breasts were covered in a sheer black fabric, and the leather trim of the dress cut in over the breasts to cover where the nipples would be.
The bottom looked like lingerie, and there were spots where the lace had wider holes, leaving the skin exposed in a deliberate tease. Spots around the hips were left tantalizingly bare, while other areas covered more skin. It did cover where my cunt would be, but with the lace, you’d still see my underwear through it. The skirt ended right below the apex of my thighs, dipping down slightly lower at the edges to create almost a half-circle shape.
But the best part had to be the cape. It attached under the leather shoulder pieces and gave the appearance of big bell sleeves with how it fell over my shoulders. There was a solid piece of black fabric lining the interior, but lace wound all the way around the exterior and extended past the lining, making the lace see-through at the bottom. The cape was cut higher up in the center, so it would hang just under my ass, but longer on the sides to make the faux sleeves fall correctly.
It wasgorgeous. And there was a mask made of black leather and lace that would go perfectly with it. I eagerly got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror.
Calix was going to lose his fucking mind.
* * *
Walking into the Hedone room,I noticed once more the runes on the plum-colored door, only this time, they seemed to glow as I pushed the door open. It had to be the difference in my eyesight since becoming Fae.
I was greeted inside by the plum and black damask velvet walls and crystal chandeliers lit with candles. The same sultry atmosphere surrounded me, with incense filling the room with a heady scent. While many people were already engaging in foreplay, just as many bowed their heads as I passed, proving the mask was absolutely useless.
It was strange, being respected in such a way. After growing up a slave, I’d wanted so badly to feel some sort of respect and thought it was an impossible dream. Yet now, here I was.
Surreal was an understatement.
I spotted the drink I remembered from last time, with its red liquid and fizzing sparks. It was intended to enhance sexual experiences and lower inhibitions, and while I didn’t necessarilyneedit, it was a damn fun time.
I knocked a glass back, getting a laugh from Ilta as she drank her own beside me. Priscilla had sat this one out without Callisto here, but everyone else was present somewhere. And there was one tall as Tartarus silvery-white haired man I needed to find. The lilac-eyed one. Not any of the others. While I’m sure Polaris would enjoy it, Kyler and Rhidian were definitely spoken for. And I had no interest in anyone except my mate.
Ilta jumped, and I looked beside me to see Baach had snaked his arm around her and brought her back against him. She sighed like she was sinking into a tub of hot water, and Baach gave me a quick wink. I smirked back at him, grabbing another wine glass full of the fizzy red liquid and toasting them before walking away. While I hoped Baach took my advice and was truly happy for them, I had no desire to watch.
Walking through the halls, I passed the alcoves that were already filling up with people engaging in all sorts of acts. Most of the curtains were left open, and I got quite the view from several of them, making me quicken my pace in the hopes of finding Calix.
The next room was the one full of sex swings, and I almost wanted to wait for him to find me here, but I had a better idea. The following room was where I’d found Calix last time, so I made my way in, plan in place. Arousal was already beginning to leak down my thighs as I sipped my drink, imagining everything I wanted to do tonight.
Unlike last time, no one eyed me with any intent. Oh, there were looks of interest and lust, but their eyes quickly darted away when they realized who I was.
Someone very off-limits.Unless they wanted to bring their king’s wrath down on them.
I spotted the oversized grey, velvet chair I’d sat in with Calix—oronCalix—last time. It was thankfully empty, so I quickly sat and claimed it for myself. I crossed my legs as I waited, my cape sleeves draped over the arms of the chair.
I smelled him before I saw him. The scent of night and fire reached me, and I inhaled deeply. Even his scent was setting me off right now, and I shifted to get some friction.
I lifted my glass and took a sip, eyeing everyone in the room until I spotted him. Calix had already found me and was zeroed in on me, making me smirk into my glass. He had a black leather mask across his eyes and black leather pants that left little to the imagination. His regular black long-sleeved top was unbuttoned and paired with an open black leather vest, leaving his chest completely bare.
I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips, biting the lower one as I tried to contain myself. Calix smirked, and I knew he could feel it. I stood up, unable to help myself, and his eyes dropped down to check out my ensemble.
I could physically feel the heat of his eyes on me as he raked them up from my strappy black leather heels, to where my cunt was barely covered at all by the lace of my dress, to the sheer cups over my breasts, all the way back to my eyes.
But said eyes were a bit preoccupied, licking over every inch of his chest, his iridescent black and purple dragon tattoos on full display. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms, so the silvery runes tattooed there were visible, and a part of my heart melted a bit, knowing now that he always tried to show them when possible because he was proud of his birth prophecy foretelling my arrival.
But once I looked down, it was difficult to keep my eyes off the giant bulge in his pants.
I forced myself to meet his eyes, expecting the usual lilac, only to find the green and blue and pinks of the Aurora had overtaken his eyes, sharing equal space with the purple. He stepped into me forcefully, grabbed my hair to pull me to him, and devoured my mouth before I knew what had happened.
I gave myself over to his kiss, sinking into it and opening my mouth to let his tongue in. He stroked and caressed my own, and I licked over the sharpened canines in his mouth. He pulled back, leaving me panting, and growled, “Sit.”
I immediately fell back into the chair.
“Spread your legs.” His voice was a low rumble that sent shivers down my entire body. I spread my legs wide, and he dropped to his knees before me. He threw my legs over his shoulders, and I struggled to breathe as I tried not to die from anticipation.
The dress barely had to be lifted, and he smirked darkly as all he needed to do was move one single finger to move my panties to the side. His eyes met mine as he licked up my arousal, and my own fell back into my head as he began to devour my cunt with the same madness he’d attacked my mouth with.
