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Seldon nods, his eye back on the sea of dancers. He seems to find what he is looking for, waving to someone in the distance with a flirty smile.
“Absolutely. Unless I’m the meat in the sandwich, I have no interest in third wheeling. You two have fun though.” He winksand pulls Theo in for a quick hug and gives me another pat on the arm. One that seems to require a quick grope, too. Our goodbyes are quick before we lose him too.
I tip my face down to Theo, who’s staring up at me, his lip between his teeth, watching me with a fiery gleam in his eye.
“You ready to go?” I squeeze my arms around his waist, letting him feel my hardness against him.
“About time. Let’s get out of here already.”
He grabs my hand quickly, and I let him pull me hastily from the club, my laughter smothered by the music.
Theo
Tonight has been… amazing.I never really thought I’d missed out not going to clubs or out drinking with friends. Or by not having friends at all. Okay, that’s a lie. IknewI was missing out, but I’d steadfastly tried to convince myself that it was okay. I had more; I had my gift, my work.
Tonight confirmed how very wrong I was. The music, the dancing, the energy. I wanted to eat it up, gobble it down, consume it into every molecule of my being.
It was electric.
I felt beautiful, wanted, with all those hands and eyes all over me. The frenzied energy of the club, being connected with magic again. Maybe even a little too much.
It happened again. The flicker of power coming back, flexing like an underdeveloped muscle with no control. I’d zapped that fae who tried to get between Roan and I. I think I even zapped Roan at one point when I’d been too consumed in the moment.
And Gods,Roan, when hefinallyjoined Seldon on the dance floor, he had shattered the image I had of him. But he’d only pieced it back together—bigger, stronger, better.Hotter. If hisstern lectures and bossy affection wasn’t enough, now I know the unspeakable ways he can use his body.
It was obscene how he could wind and writhe himself around. And those hips… ugh. His impossibly tight white shirt and leather harness hadn’t restricted him at all as he rolled his body behind me all night, pressing me against him, driving me insane until my skin was on fire, and I was drunk with lust for him.
Seldon had warned me when he was primping and priming me, getting us ready to go out, to lay off the drinks,especiallyif I wanted to make the most of my night with Roan. I’d taken his advice to heart, laying off alcohol after our first few rounds, and now I am more than glad because I don’t know if I could have handled being drunk on top of the sensory overload of the night.
We walk back to the hotel hand in hand—the salty sea air is warm, but much cooler than the intense heat of the club. The walk, in the relative quiet of the night once we leave the party district, cools the burning need to get my hands on Roan naked, letting me get my body and head back under control.
With the moon silver and round in the sky, it is kind of romantic. We haven’t even talked, just walked silently together, our bodies bumping together occasionally as we seek more connection between us. But then some drunken idiot stumbles past us and violently throws up in the gutter under a light pole as we pass.
Roan pulls me away from the man doubled over, heaving his guts out onto the pavement, rescuing me from the splatter. His friends, also drunk and obnoxious, apologise loudly as they collect their friend and carry him away. Thankfully, that’s the only hazard on our way back and we make it back to our hotel, splatter free and safe.
The bench of the kitchenette is hard against my back as I lean against it, staring out the window at the lights bobbing in the water. The view from here really is spectacular. By unspokenagreement, we left the lights off when we came in, making our way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Roan drains his glass and, in the dim light of the full moon and surrounding lights from town, I can see the way his throat bobs as he swallows. Anticipation simmers between us, but now that we’re out of the club, neither one of us seems to be in a hurry to act on it, preferring to let it bloom in the atmosphere.
“How about a nightcap on the balcony?” Roan’s voice is quiet, not a whisper but not too much more. It’s still startling in the quiet of the hotel room; my ears haven’t adjusted to the silence yet. I place my glass carefully on the bench.
“Sure, I think they left some wine in the fridge?”
I realise my hands are shaking as I open the door, hunting for the bottle while Roan pulls two wine glasses from the shelf and gives them a quick wipe. I have to squeeze my hands a couple of times to disperse the tingling and grab the bottle. We make quick work of pouring the glasses and head out the sliding door onto the balcony. Roan takes a moment to follow me, pausing to do something in the room before I hear the sound of the glass sliding closed behind me.
Considering it’s past three a.m., I should probably be more tired than I am, but I’m wired, wide awake. The balcony is larger than I expected, with a tinted glass barricade and two wooden sun loungers with plush cream cushions. A small table sits between the loungers, so after a sip of the wine—which I barely taste—I walk to the glass to take in the view.
From here, we have a perfect view of the seaside harbour. There are too many lights to see the stars like we do back home, back at the tavern, but with the moon glistening over the water, the smell of the salty sea on the breeze, it’s still pretty.
Heat encompasses me as Roan comes up behind me, enclosing my body in his, pressing himself into me until I am flush against the barricade. His thick arms wrap around my waist.
I am trapped, pinned between his hard body and the glass. A shiver runs down my spine, the heat from his skin burning through my nearly non-existent clothing, the sheer crop top offering no protection against the fire sizzling through me.
Roan’s thick fingers flex on my waist, palming my hips, pinky fingers stroking the hyper-sensitive flesh where the skin meets the waistband of my shorts. The anticipation that had been an amorphous cloud around us has condensed into a pulsating ball in my stomach.
Not for the first time, I curse my height when I feel Roan’s cock, thick and hard as steel against my lower back. When his lips fall to my neck, pressing hot, open mouth kisses to my skin, I cry out softly, my head falling to the side to allow more access. He licks and bites his way down, and then back up, excruciatingly slowly, his beard teasing the skin as his mouth trails along.
When he bites down on the sensitive point he knows is my weakness, the ball of anticipation explodes in my stomach, flooding my body with heat so heavy I collapse with it, falling entirely into Roan's embrace.
