And yet, my insides felt like worms squirming just knowing he was in the same vicinity.
“Hmmm. That is strange,” I muttered, but decidedly changed the topic to anything other than Pogue. “But in other news, the potion is making my skin feel like I’m covered in lice. So I either need more alcohol or a distraction.”
The pull to Pogue was like a beach ball floating in shallow waters, rolling in, then pulling back out with the tide. Over and over and over. But with each new wave, it drew back deeper, stronger. I was becoming an addict, dying for that fix, needing that tide to drag me out to sea with it.
Luckily Breena came to my rescue, pulling me to the dance floor, Aine in tow.
I could see the alcohol taking effect on Breena and Aine. Our bodies relinquished control, letting the beat possess us. Neon lights of gold and violet strobed, lighting up all the figures around. The music felt like a second heartbeat, throbbing through my very bones like a slow pulse putting me into a chaotic, yet meditative trance.
God, it was ecstasy in motion. And the hands—they were everywhere. Every point of contact eased the ache. Two hands in particular freely roamed, gliding from my thighs up to the swell of my breasts, settling possessively around my neck.
My own hands? Or were they someone else’s? It didn’t matter.
My hips rocked back and forth. Slowly and sensually as they descended to my heels, caressing the beat. I seductivelyrose back up, pushing up against the body behind me, rolling my hips in deliberate circles. Fingers curled around my pelvis, locking me in place, pulling my backside flush against them.
A cool breath brushed the shell of my ear.
“If you keep doing that, we may need to go somewhere more private.” The low voice was wrapped in cadence, creamy like caramel, inviting me in for a taste.
The darkness in me swam to the surface, no longer caged. I was an exposed nerve. Every touch had my senses exploding, igniting my inner core to crave for more.
“Not without you buying me a drink first.” My words came out in a mangled breath as I lightly rolled my hips again.
His hands tightened, and he rewarded me with the victorious sound of a hiss escaping his lips.
Oddly, there was no urge to turn around and discover who was there. I was too intoxicated by the physical contact, riding the high of the pressure against my skin.
But I felt a familiar prickle in the side of my skull—eyes watching.
Warmth engulfed my wrist and I was suddenly pulled through the crowd. A quick, hazy peek back showed Aine and Breena swaying together, as hypnotized by the music as I was.
What was up with this place?I tried to hold onto the thought, but it felt silky, slipping away . . .
My inkling was numb. Abilities muted. They were still there, but somehow dormant. Maybe Breena’s potion had taken a turn. Or that pond scum wasn’t settling right.
Dizzying flashes of light slowly faded from my vision as we approached the less-crowded area at the bar.
A silvery hand slid from my wrist to the small of my back, and stayed there, as if assuring I was kept close. That’s when gold eyes settled to mine.
“How about that drink then?” It was a cocky smile laced in deviance. “Caden, by the way.”
My breath hitched. I took in dark blue hair and a smoldering face.Dorcha.
“Caden?” Struck with confusion, I paused, unsure what he meant.
His arm constricted around my waist, pulling me closer. A predatory gleam grew on his sharp features as he leaned in.
Lips stroked the side of my cheek, voice rough. “My name—so you know what to scream later.”
Damn. I had to give it to him, he was bold. Though, would this have worked if I weren’t so tipsy? Probably not. But right now, it sounded as smooth as peanut butter. And god, Ilovedpeanut butter. Right off the spoon . . . in creamy licks.
Wait. Focus. Blue hair. Silver skin. Evil Si.Focus,Carwynn!
My thoughts slightly cleared, like wiping down a scandalous foggy car window.
Wait, this was the man who?—
A shadow of a figure blocked my view and halted my thoughts. A strong frame wedged themselves between Caden and me. A delicious midnight scent momentarily stole my senses. Caden’s arm had forcibly uncoiled from my waist as he staggered back.
