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My nose trailed along her neck, and I whispered in her ear, “What if I ripped it off in front of all our guests?”
A sharp intake of breath told me the herbs were opening her up to the idea. “Then everyone would see me.”
“And they’d see me claim you, my mark sitting squarely between your shoulder blades as if my ring and my crown weren’t enough.”
She whimpered as my hand rested high on her thigh, slipping beneath the slit in the dark dress she wore. With my other hand, I unclasped the square diamond at her throat, allowing the cloak I’d given her to fall away and expose the deep V in the front of her dress. My tongue trailed along her collarbone, eliciting a soft groan. I pulled Izidora from the couch into my lap, holding her firmly there as my cock grew thick beneath her.
The air around us grew hazy as Anton and Slavian passed around more herbs, attracting more Félvér in with the heady scent. Some brought bottles of liquor and the acolytes with them until the tent was heating from the bodies alone.
My skin buzzed, and my whole focus went to drawing pebbles across my mate’s skin. Snaking my arm around her waist and fisting her unbound hair with the other, I forced her to collapse against me, giving me the perfect view of her breasts. Tingleserupted across my palms at every point of contact, and that thread that tied us together hummed contentedly.
Both of us pulled smoke into our lungs the next time the apparatus was passed around, and we began floating higher, the world beyond the canvas tent melting away. Each person surrounding us was a kaleidoscope of color, some shining, others glittering, and most gleaming with pure ecstasy.
The open space at the front of the tent became a sea of bodies grinding against each other as the music filling the arena turned primal. The drums beat a rhythm that was both a deep, steady thrum and a rapid-fire of sound, and the chanting that accompanied it was disjointed to my dulled senses.
The young priestesses ground against Anton and Slavian, some of the other Félvér joining in their dance. Beside us, Liliana and Endre became wrapped around each other without a care for anyone near them. Izidora’s long hair whispered between us, and every time my fingers brushed across her bare skin, it felt as if I had left a trail of fire in my wake. She leaned into my touch, circling her hips slowly, unconsciously as she watched the scene unfold.
“Do you want to play?” I murmured in her ear, my voice echoing in the space only we could occupy together.
“Yes,” she breathed, a rosy flush creeping across her chest.
My cock twitched beneath her ass at her throaty tone. “No one else will touch you, mate, but there are other ways to participate.” I ran my nose from the crook of her neck up to her ear, nibbling on it from behind as I moved a hand to the slit in her dress, bunching the fabric in my palm. “Watch them.”
33
Béke Day Eight
The herbs I smoked made me feel as if I were both floating and on fire, and my skin felt tingly and hot and stretched far too thin. My thighs were already damp, and the way Ruslan held me to him only made me want more. The hard shaft beneath me was a testament to his own desire. As the material covering my legs drifted higher, exposing my flesh to the heated, smoky air in the tent, I allowed them to drift apart, providing Ruslan access to the area that begged to be touched. My nipples were stiff and straining against the fabric covering them, and all I could think about was my need to be filled.
Desire like never before coursed through my veins, and the unbridled passion flowing through the room only heightened my arousal. Before me, the priestesses' billowy dresses began slipping down their shoulders as the males toyed with them, sweat slicking the rest of the fabric to their bodies as they danced. Two of the Félvér females from the dress shop were among them, moving between Anton, Slavian, and the priestesses.
Ruslan’s fingers finally brushed the sensitive inside of my thighs, and I nearly jerked out of his firm hold at the touch.
“I’ve got you, sprite,” he murmured in my ear. “Just let go and enjoy the show.”
I nodded, unable to speak as he drew lazy circles too far from my heated center. Natasha pulled Anton in for a kiss, their tongues battling as he gripped her ass and bent her backwards. But she broke away from him, grasping one of the priestesses by the wrist and spinning her flush. Their hands roamed each other's bodies while Anton looked on hungrily from behind. When their plump lips locked, Anton sidled up behind Natasha and ground against her, his hands roaming from her body to the priestess’s.
Ruslan’s rumbling growl vibrated against my back as he discovered that I wore nothing beneath my dress. “It’s a good thing you’re wearing black because you’re positively dripping. Does watching them turn you on?”
“Yes,” I moaned as his finger slid against me. He teased my slit, and my breaths grew short, choppy, and I wiggled my hips, trying to get him to touch me deeper.Fuck, I needed him deeper.I already teetered on the edge, and it wouldn’t take me long to come. “Please, I need more.”
His answering chuckle was dark and sinister. “Maybe I’ll have to fuck you right here while you watch them. You already made it easy for me. Was that your intention?”
My pussy clenched around his words. “Maybe.”
His teeth nipped at my shoulder. “On the outside, you may be an Angel, but on the inside, you’re a Demon, always wanting more of my cock, like a pretty little succubus.”
A finger plunged into me, and the achingly slow exit had me panting, gasping, begging for more. “Ruslan, please…”
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me.”
The hot breath fanned across my ear at the same time his deft fingers stroked that spongy spot on my inner walls. “Not yet. Keep watching.”
The groan that left my lips was pained as I tore my attention from his fingers to the scene before me. Liliana’s dress was hiked up around her waist and she and Endre moved together on the luxurious furniture, one of the Félvér I didn’t know alternating between kissing her and fucking one of the priestesses he’d bent over the back of the couch. Endre and the priestess did the same, the four of them joined in a dance that sent fire straight to my core.
Unconsciously, I ground into Ruslan’s hand, needing friction on my clit to come. His movements were slow, so fucking slow, as he worked me to the point of desperation. The wetness that seeped between us wasn’t entirely from me, and his cock dug almost painfully into my ass. Grinding against it elicited a hiss from between his teeth, and I nearly purred with satisfaction. “Did you do this often before me?” I asked, unable to help my curiosity.
