She collapsed onto her stomach, clearly spent, but not wanting the intensity to end either, as she weakly pushed back against him.
I snagged his wrist and pulled his fingers from her.
Then I broke his hold on my nape and eased him down onto his back on the bed with a hand to his bare chest.
He was so deeply stimulated that the mere pressure of my touch had him bucking and coming all over himself.
“Rest. Take a few moments before you get up,” I told him as he grinned up at me dazedly.
I called my amber magic and swept it over the incision I’d made earlier, healing it quickly—I wasn’t a vampire, so fangs weren’t available to me.
A shudder rolled through me.
Not again.
I blinked the unsettling sensation away, then helped Selena under the covers. “Same goes for you, darling.”
“Okay,” she murmured.
“You’re sure no fucking?” Carter asked me.
I headed over to the chaise in the corner where we’d tossed all the embroidered cushions from the bed earlier.
“We all got what we needed tonight. My sexual participation isn’t necessary.”
“Necessary?” Carter chuckled. “You really are a stalwart and true kind of guy, aren’t you, Winter?”
I didn’t answer, snatching up my gray tee instead and pulling it back on. I shrugged my charcoal hoodie on too, then moved to leave.
Carter called out to me, “The white knight thing is gonna keep you from a lot of fun if you’re not careful.”
“Have a good night,” was all I managed, his words hitting deeper than I would have liked.
Then I brushed aside the velvet curtain and left the private room.
The moment I did, I also stepped beyond the spell that muted the cacophony in the main area of the club, and it hit me rather jarringly.
Polaris.
The infamous supernatural erotic club that provided a safe environment for patrons to explore their deepest, darkest desires without judgment.
It did that to an even greater extent now because, unlike twenty years back, there was no longer anInhibitorin effect barring the use of magic. The joint owners, Lucian Black and Warlow Boyd, hadn’t faced blowback or much trouble at all with it being freer like that.
My gaze bounced off the golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, shifting to the cages of erotic dancers and acrobats doing their seductive thing, then dipping to the velvet-draped balconies. The place was packed as usual, beings relaxing in the plush violet and crimson booths, some gyrating on the dance floor. Throughout, there was also a great deal of eroticism and sexual activity occurring even out in the open. I caught sight of fuck-and-feeds happening in the booths, some even on the dance floor. There was a cuffed vampire kneeling on a table having his cock sucked by a magic-wielder while his fangs were buried in a Shadowmancer’s breasts. A Dark Fae woman with glorious purple waves was being licked all over by three sorcerers. And… a whole lot more that I really couldn’t be looking at right now.
I made my way through the decadent space toward the bar. I didn’t drink alcohol. I couldn’t risk not being in full control of my mental faculties, having my judgment compromised in any significant way. But they didn’t just serve alcohol here or spelled concoctions that gave an extra kick. They also had one of my favorites—Ginger Chili tea. It had its own sort of kick and could help to prolong the effects of feeding.
I was just a few feet out when my phone buzzed in my hoodie pocket.
I pulled it out to see a text message, my breath catching in my throat as I took in the name of the sender.
Dad:I’m close to ordering for you, son.
Oh no.
I eyed the time on my phone.
I was twenty minutes late to meet him for dinner.
