I pushed off the bar to go, but Alex stopped me. “So, like what brings someone of your calibre to Club Energy?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the question. My reasons for coming here hadn’t changed since the last time. A good stiff drink, and sex. Specifically cock. I had both on the agenda tonight. But instead of being vulgar, since my media training had drummed it out of me, I replied with a PG answer. “Great music. Likereallygreat music.”
Apparently, it was sufficient answer, because Alex finally let me go.
I waded through the dance floor, sucking my drink through the straw. In such a dark place, where the senses were overwhelmed with music, lights and smoke, it was easy to blend in. Besides Alex, and the bouncer, no one had noticed the three of us amongst the crowd of swaying bodies.
I’d spent the last three hundred and sixty-five days on a media tour, speaking directly to mortal people through the lens of pop culture. I’d just released my first book, a self-titled memoire calledI Killed a Demon and Liked Itwhich had sat at the top of the New York Times best-sellers list since it came out.Go me.
Romy and Kai were two halves of one whole. Kai ran as Grand High, voted in rather than given the position. Romy also was Grand High, dealing mostly with the human affairs, helping integrate witch-kind into society. It was important structure, because we did use magic to clean the mortal minds of witches, but soon after we reintroduced ourselves in our own way.
And Arwyn. My darling Arwyn was currently sitting in Parliament as head secretary of witch-kind. He’d been in London for the past six days, andHekatemy groin had suffered for it. Tonight he’d promised to get on the fastest train to Oxford,our home, and meet me here. I kept checking the time on my phone, even stalking the train arrivals. I could’ve scried for him in my drink, but I liked the excitement of the ‘not knowing’.
I was almost out of the dance floor, heading towards one of the booths at the back of the club, when strong hands fixed on either side of my hips. Back in the day, such an action would’ve prompted a high-anxiety response. But I knew those hands, how far the long fingers splayed and tickled my hip bone.
“Hello, little kitty.” Arwyn’s luxurious voice came from behind me, his lips so close to my ear. “I must say you look incredibly delicious watching you walk from the back.”
I gave in to the shivers that overwhelmed me, pushing my hips back until my arse met his hard body. “You made it then.”
“I promised I would.” He laid a kiss on my cheek, his stubble-coated jaw itching across my skin. “I’m surprised you didn’t sense me. I’ve been watching you since you walked in… waiting to see if you noticed.”
With a brisk swish, he turned me to face him. I hardly cared for my drink as it was squished between us. All that I wanted was his mouth on mine, a desperate six days’ worth of intimacy controlling my body. “What can I say,” I said. “I’ve been distracted.”
“With what?” His lips turned up into a sly grin.
“You’ll see,” I replied, winking up at him.
Our mouths met as the song changed to a slower one. I wondered if I looked up I would’ve seen Romy and Kai giggling knowingly to themselves. The sultry beat of the song blended perfectly with the rhythm of our kiss. It was slow and tender, lips moving and heads turning, tongues teasing one another. Arwyn moved his hands from my hips to my face, clamping a hold so I couldn’t pull away.
Not that I would.
“I’ve missed you,” he said after withdrawing. Arwyn laid his forehead down upon mine, bright eyes blinking away his trance. “So much. This week has been torture.”
“We’ve survived worse,” I replied, gripping his suit jacket with my spare hand. “But I’ve missed you too. Another day and I would’ve got the first train to London and dragged you out of Parliament myself.”
“Mmhm,” Arwyn groaned, eyes glittering with excitement. “Why does the idea of that make me hard?”
My eyes widened, groin jolting. “It does?”
He nodded. I palmed my hand down his body, resting it on his pleated suit trousers. Arwyn Hopkin was, in fact, very hard. And I meanverywith all the emphasis the word needed.
My mouth watered instantly. I brought the straw of my drink up to my mouth, stuck my tongue out and ran it around the tip, all without severing our intense staring contest.
“Careful,” Arwyn exhaled.
“Nope,” I said, finally taking the straw into my mouth and sucking.
“Wicked, wicked witch.” Arwyn lifted his head, looked out across the room and followed up with. “Toilets?”
I smiled, outwardly and inward. All of me was grinning because I knew exactly what he was implying. “This way,” I said, slipping out of his shadow and walking away with my head held high.
I didn’t need to look back to know Arwyn was following. But I did anyway, because that man dressed in a suit was one fucking incredible sight to behold. It could destroy me, fix me and destroy me all over again.
Fucking hell, he was hot. And if anyone else looked at the man with the overwhelming presence and air of confidence, they would one hundred percent see the hardened bulge in his tailored trousers.
I picked up my speed, needing him biblically. The sooner we got somewhere private, the better. I mean, how private were the toilets in a club, really? It was the best option. There was no way I could wait until we got home, and I knew Arwyn felt the same. In fact, he’d sent me some rather risky text messages today, from his seat in Parliament, so I knew exactly how the next hour was going to go.
Spoiler: it would go in my favour.
