I imagine many of them are heading out to get lucky. I can taste the lust filling the very air. The show was so hot and sexy. I’m still trying to come down.
Luke spins me to face him, reaching up with his other hand to hold my face. We lock eyes and I bring my hands up against his chest. I simply must touch him, stabilize myself in this whirling world.
He’s lightly covered in sweat, skin blazing. All I can think about is tasting his chest to see if it carries the same cinnamon flavor as his mouth.
He takes my hands and brings them behind my back, gripping my wrists with one hand and leaning me back over them. I feel my balance slipping, but his arm at my back feels solid like steel.
He uses his other hand to tip my head back, my neck stretched to its limit. He leans over my arched body and trails his nose up the center of my chest and over my throat, inhaling as he goes.
“Mmm,” he hums. “Délicieuse.”
“Luke, introduce me to your new pet.”
I stare upside down at the redheaded goddess from earlier. She walks toward me like a runway model, sex on stilettos. Luke meets her eyes above my head and snaps me back up to a standing position, making my head spin.
She sidles up next to him, leaning into his side and draping herself over his body. She tilts her head and studies me, her green-eyed gaze looking me up and down. They both have a feline air to them and have their heads titled at the same angle.
“Are you twins?” I ask, curious, with the smallest twinge of jealousy.
They quirk their mouths in the same half smile, their mannerisms strikingly similar and movements in tandem.
“Of a sort,” Luke answers mysteriously.
The woman gives an uncharacteristic snort. I look back and forth between them, thinking they must have some amount of shared blood. I can’t imagine how any two people with this exact coloring could not be related.
She flashes me a dazzling smile and turns and walks away, throwing over her shoulder, “You should bring the pet.”
I can’t help but admire her red leather clad ass as she saunters away. Her hips don’t lie.
“Are you ready to continue your adventure?” Luke asks, snapping my attention off his maybe sister’s ass and back to his face.
“Uh, maybe?” I squeak.
I can hear some voices out in the distance, but only the two of us seem to be left on stage, standing alone in a pool of black. He reaches out and grips my chin between his thumb and index finger, turning my face side to side as if searching for the truth.
“Maybe?”
His piercing yellow-green eyes burn with intensity, one platinum brow quirked at me. It’s all I can do to think. I can smell the burnt fuel on his hands and his unique cinnamon scent underneath it. I wonder if this is what Hell smells like.
I’m still riding the high of performing, drunk on the adoration of the crowd. I debate my answer. Tonight has been wild. I can’t believe I was on stage!
The night feels surreal, and I should probably say no, walk back to my hotel so when I wake up, I can head home in the morning. It must be getting late, and I ought to get to bed. Be responsible. I’ve had my fun, and this is a business trip, after all.
But.
I look at Luke, his fiery hair slicked back in braids, a streak of soot down the side of his face. He looks like a Viking warrior in all his leather, and fuck me, but I’m going the whole way down this rabbit hole.
I recall the deep satisfaction I felt earlier when he called me a good girl and the response rolls off my tongue before I can even think it through. It feels so incredibly good to be wanted, desired, pursued.
“Yes, Sir.”
Luke’s eyes turn black, and he drops his chin and stares straight into my soul. “Be careful,ma petite fille coquine.You’re playing with fire.”
I instinctively step back, nervous that I’ve opened the lid to Pandora’s box, and I’m not sure how I’m going to get it back on. I had felt confident with my pithy response based on late night fiction, but suddenly I think I’m way out of my league here. Then Luke smiles, breaking the serious moment, and holds out a hand to me.
Damn, I love to perform. The crowd fuels my cravings, filling me with their energy as I feed on their lust. Their adoration swells my pride, their greed for danger and destruction fills me, as does the envy of the men who want to be me. I avoid their wrath, as they’ll still get their rocks off from the lust I funnel back to them.
And my darling little morsel here, staring at me while she debates taking my hand, I will feast on her like a glutton. The stolen taste from her sweet lips already has me wanting more.
