Page 53 of Twisted Truths

I kiss her shoulder. “Expect to be satisfied.”

She hums low in her throat, and my dick twitches to life where it’s pressed against her thigh. A rich, hearty laugh escapes her, and I pull back to enjoy the sight of her amusement.

“Again? Already?”

I grin at her. “What can I say? You make me insatiable.”

With that proclamation, she rolls away from me and slides out of bed. “Well then, I better flee while I can.”

I enjoy the sight of her naked body. Her perky breasts with dusty pink nipples, the way her waist nips in, and the swell of her hips. The tiny patch of red between her thighs. Everything about her is tailor made to draw me in.

Ariana slips on the shorts and shirt she had on earlier before I divested her of them.

“You sure you have to go?” I stroke my half-hard cock.

Her eyes heat, but then her mood shifts, and she turns away. “I do. Believe me, I’d much rather stay here in bed with you.”

“Maybe I’ll sneak into your room while you’re sleeping…”

The offer hangs, knowing she’ll understand the implication.

She bites her lower lip. “I’d like that.”

I nod, my dick growing even harder in my hand. “I’ll see you later then.”

She walks toward the bedroom door, granting me a smile over her shoulder before she leaves me with a damn hard-on.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

ARIANA

It’s the night of the initiation, and I haven’t been this nervous in a long time.

Probably not since the day I went to see Uma.

My brother wasn’t pleased when I told him I wouldn’t be able to meet him this week. When he asked why, I lied and told him I had to be out of town for work. There’s no way I’m admitting to him that I’m sleeping with Obsidian. He’d see right through me and know that I feel more than sexual attraction for the man.

And I can’t tell him about the Ritual Room, that’s for certain.

Obsidian explained to me how things would go tonight—we’ll arrive and proceed to a dais in the main room. I’ll be the only one unmasked, and I have to do whatever he asks of me, though I’m not to know prior to arriving what that might be. Apparently, every meeting has a theme, and this month’s theme is Mardi Gras Madness.

I slip into the outfit Obsidian left with me earlier today, if you can call it that. It’s a sequined purple, yellow, and green bikini bottom, some strappy gold heels, a matching sequined headband with feathers sticking out the top, and beads. Lots and lots of beaded necklaces that will act as a shirt of sorts, covering my breasts.

Not that I have any reason to think anything about tonight will be modest, but I’m glad I don’t have to walk in there completely naked from the get-go.

There’s a knock at the door. I survey myself quickly in the mirror before going to answer it. I swing the door open and come up short at Obsidian. He’s always impeccably dressed, and tonight is no different.

He’s wearing a deep green suit with a fleur-de-lis design in gold sequins on the jacket. He hasn’t bothered to put on a shirt underneath.

But none of that is what makes me draw up short. It’s the wolf mask. It’s gold and vicious looking, the top two canine teeth extending down as if in warning.

His dark eyes take me in through the mask, and though I can’t see his face, I see the approval in his eyes. “You ready for this?”

“I’m nervous, but ready.”

He steps into me, and when our chests meet, it makes the necklaces shift, some cresting over my nipples in the most delicious way.

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