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I spin her around. Her back presses against my chest, and I grip her hips, guiding them in a slow grind. Bending, my mouth finds her ear, and I breathe against it. Yue shivers under my touch. My hands slide forward across her stomach, fingers tracing the seam of her dress. Dipping my hand below her dress, I caress her inner thigh. A hiss leaves my mouth. She's wet. My dick pulsates, and precum oozes from the tip.

Her thighs squeeze together, and her hips stutter when I remove my hand. Her breathing turns ragged and shallow. Out of nowhere, Yue’s hand lands on my forearm, stopping me in my tracks. Her muscles vibrate, like she doesn’t know if she wants to let me touch her or not.

“I want to play with your pussy,” I whisper in her ear.

Though we’re alone right now, someone could easily come out and see. She bites her bottom lip, and her legs wiggle before spreading open, giving me all the permission I need. I slide my hand lower once more. She makes a sound, and her head drops back against my shoulder.

"That's it," I murmur against her ear. "I want you to feel everything without worries tonight." For forever. That’s what I want to say, but I can’t.

Yue’s hand shoots and grips my locs. Her fingers twist in the hair at my scalp, and she pulls, and the sharp sting shoots along my spine and lands in my groin. She pulls me until my head is near her throat. I’m not fucking stupid, so I take the hint. I lick her neck, tongue dancing along her skin. She grinds her ass against me, and I dive, placing my hand under her dress again. I touch her between her legs, feeling the heat of her pussy. On stage, I shove her panties to the side. Hot open kisses pour from my mouth, covering her naked shoulder blades.

She moans, voice rising as two of my fingers stroke her. Her stance widens, and I shove two fingers inside her pussy. She’s fucking soaked, wet as hell. With my other hand, I cup her head and take her mouth, fucking my tongue inside just like I want to do to her. I move my fingers in and out of her rapidly, trying to get her off. She slams her pussy down, begging for me to go deeper. A low noise leaves her mouth, and she snags her bottom lip, grinding her hips. I lick inside her mouth, tasting her essence. It’s not enough. I want to swallow her hole and leave no part untouched. I play with her pussy, hiking my finger inside of her to hit her G-spot. Her eyes shut, and she groans, thighs trembling as she comes all over my fingers. Our kissing slows and then she breaks it, twisting her neck away. I could force her back, but I don’t. Heavy breaths exit her out. I slide my used fingers into my mouth, sucking away her taste. Familiar flavor explodes on my tongue, and as I lick it all away, I know I want more.

I kiss her cheek, and with my other unused fingers, I tilt her head toward me. Leaning closer, I try to kiss her again, but Yue pushes me away.

She stumbles off the stage, not looking at me at all.

"Yue—"

“Shut up,” she hisses, shaking her head. Her boots hit the ground, and she sprints to the door with me on her heels.

She makes it there before I do, and when I exit, I don’t see her at all. I glance in all directions, not finding her before my wings drop from my back. She’s running from me. I won’t fucking let her.

Chapter 13 Yue

Irun like my ass is on fire, hiding my features from the world. Ekon’s right on my heels, his boots clacking against the ground. I go to Bourbon Street the second I can. Glancing over my shoulder, I don’t see him, and I sigh. My pussy is wet as hell, and I want to fuck. At this point, I’d fuck anyone as long as they could relieve the ache between my legs. It just can’t be him. Ekon might have forgotten, but I didn’t. I’m not his mate. He asked me to look for her, so I can’t get caught up in this shit. I can’t get left behind… again.

Mardi Gras doesn’t happen for another couple of days, but you’d never know. The area is fucking packed. It’s easy to find someone. I spy a man who is my type. I’m no prude, though I’ve called Ekon a slut more than once. I reveal myself, shivering where I stand.

I smile when I see him, doing my best to charm him. Men are easy as fuck. All it takes is a few laughs, and he’s almost out of his drawers. With his hand in mine, I lead him to the alleyway. This needs to be quick. I have to get Ekon from under my skin right NOW.

A low whirling sound hits my ears when the man pushes me against the wall. His lips are inches from mine when the ground shakes. The blacktop crashes under Ekon’s weight. Shivering, I stare at him with my mouth open. My pussy clamps around nothing, and my eyes drop to his dick. I want it.

“Get the fuck off of her,” Ekon hisses, his voice more monster than human.

Giant stone wings splay beyond the length of his forearms. Claws appear at the top.

The guy before me trembles as he backs away. “I didn’t do anything she didn’t want,” he explains.

Ekon’s wings flap, and a spiraling barrel of wind sends the human out of the alleyway. Ekon’s hand lands on my arm.

I grit my teeth. "Ekon, let go—"

He doesn’t release me even when I try to yank my arm from him.

"You don't get to do that," he snarls. The gargoyle in him is out in full force.

"Do what? Talk to someone? I'm not your property—"

He slams his palm flat against the brick beside my head. It cracks, shattering into pieces from the force. I don’t flinch; instead, I look into his eyes.

"I made your pussy wet, Yue." The words come out guttural.

My lips part, but I can’t speak.

"Ekon Maurice Lunet got you sopping right now."

My insides quiver, and my pussy grows wetter as I squirm. My free hand rises to his chest, and I’m seconds away from pushing him, but he catches it. He presses both of my wrists above my head.