Page 26 of Fool's Bargain

I kept us moving, swaying to the beat of the music and guiding her body even though my entire being was consumed by our kiss. With each sway of our hips, her ass rubbed against me and the pulse in her throat quickened beneath my hand. I wished like hell that she’d give in and beg me to fuck her, or at least spirit her away to someplace more appropriate if she wasn’t down with a public tryst. Most females didn’t even last as long as she had already. But I’d also be more than happy to just kiss her all night if that was what she wanted. She’d commandeered all my senses, her flavor even more alluring than the whiskey, compelling me to go in for another taste just when I thought I’d had my fill.

Her scent reminded me of the snow-tree fruits, refreshing and intoxicating at the same time and reminiscent of sex. When I slid my hand even higher beneath her sweater to cup her breast, she exhaled a soft “yes” into my mouth. Her utterance only made me double down on the kiss with a growl—if she could speak, I wasn’t trying hard enough. My fingertips found a snug garment binding her breasts and explored for a second, tugging and twisting and looking for any weakness I could exploit to get at the luscious flesh beneath. Then I found it, the tiny latch at the very center. All it took was a push and a twist and elation shot through me as the two halves fell away and her breasts were freed.

The others were watching. I could sense them through our bond as much as I could feel their avid gazes following our movements. A flare of silent victory flashed through my mind when I conquered her undergarment and cupped one breast, tweaking her nipple. If I could have gotten away with it, I’d have stripped her and given them both a show, but I was more than happy to be the sole source of her pleasure right now. Though I suspected that being watched might be as much a factor in her arousal as my touch.

When the song ended, Deva said, “This next song is dedicated to all the dancers in the aisles. When you find that creature that moves to the same rhythm as you, hold on to them.” The song was a little slower than the last, but just as sultry, with a more primal beat and a rough male voice singing along with Deva’s decadent, honey-sweet tone. Zarya broke the kiss and opened her eyes, tensing in my arms, but relaxed when she saw other people dancing in the aisles all the way down to the stage.

“You know they’re singing for us,” said Kyril. He gave a low, rumbling chuckle. “Llyr just saluted me, the crazy bastard.”

“Good for him,” I grunted, adjusting my rhythm to match the new song. Zarya sank back into me, letting her head rest on my shoulder as I continued to lead. I teased her nipples with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, dropping my other hand to her hip. I ran my thumb along her waistband, between her belly and her pants. She shuddered, then moaned when I paused at the button and twisted it open.

“Trying to get us arrested?” she asked in a lazy tone that betrayed how drunk she’d grown from our kiss.

“Not sure what you mean. We’re just dancing.” I flattened my hand against her belly again and slid it down into her pants, past the elastic waistband of her panties, past the top of her mound, so slowly she quivered in anticipation of my touch. My cock ached in sympathy.

“Ah—” she gasped when my fingers finally slipped lower into decadent, wet heat and I bracketed her clit, parting her folds.

“Ah is right. I should have guessed you’d be as wet as the Nile in rainy season.” I teased through the pooled moisture between her thighs. “So much essence for us to taste, to know you, Zarya. You wanted to know how it works. This well of essence is the key.”

Her knees nearly buckled when I grazed the tip of one finger over the top of her swollen clit. She raised her arms again to hook her hands at the back of my neck, clinging to me as I began to rub in small, deliberate circles.

The beat of the song grew heavier as Deva and her bearded lover moved closer, singing into the same microphone. The covert nature of this encounter thrilled me in a way I’d never imagined I would enjoy. I was more accustomed to public orgies where anything went, but the entire audience was oblivious to what went on in the shadows behind them. All their eyes were fixed on the stage, though they couldn’t have known what I knew—that the band itself had their eyes fixed on me and Zarya, and that Ozzie’s heavy drumbeat was probably meant to urge us on.

“They want to watch you come, Zarya. Will you do that for me?”

“Keep that up and I’m coming all over your hand,” she said, turning her head and pressing her mouth to my neck.

All I heard was the drums, but it might have been the pounding of my pulse in my own head, the need to let go, to take her all the way to the edge, to hear her give in. I teased faster, then slid my fingers farther down and pushed two inside her. She suppressed a rough moan at the invasion by clamping her mouth onto the base of my neck and sucking like a lamprey.

I groaned, my other arm tightening around her chest and squeezing her breast. My cock ground into her ass with the continuous swaying of our hips. I pumped my fingers into her, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit.

She sucked hard on the sensitive skin of my throat, teeth digging in almost to the point of pain. I fucking loved it, but I couldn’t let her go too far without a warning.

“Careful. Bite too hard and there’s no going back.”

She eased her bite, teasing her tongue around the circle of sensitive skin and moaning against my throat. Her body had begun to move on its own to the rhythm of the music and the slow thrust of my fingers. Her scent inundated me, enveloping me as I slowly turned us to face Kyril and Dorian.

They hadn’t moved but both watched with a mix of hunger and worry. I understood that fear, but I had a feeling it was unfounded. They wanted her as desperately as I did, but what if she’d only accept one of us? Still, we had to take that chance. To my surprise and utter relief, she reached out a hand, beckoning to them both.

They came to us gracefully, fitting in on either side of her. I dropped my hand from her breast, bracing it against her belly while the other two each slid a hand beneath her sweater, taking over teasing her.

“Is this what you’d like?” Kyril asked. “To have all three of us at once?”

“We’re a lot to handle,” Dorian rumbled into her other ear. “But you’d be very satisfied.”

“Try me,” she said. She hooked a hand around the back of Dorian’s neck and pulled him close until her panting breaths were swallowed up by his kiss. Seeing her kiss him for the first time unraveled some of the tension I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying. I knew and loved the way his mouth tasted. He tasted different than Kyril, his flavor heavier, darker. More like the whiskey we’d shared, with an edge of licorice. When they parted, she lunged for Kyril, devouring him in turn.

Then she returned to me, tilting back and hauling my head down for another long, slow exploration of my mouth that urged me to plunge my fingers deeper, fuck her harder.

Our closeness took on urgency, a desperation to please that I wasn’t sure was hers or mine, but I was too far gone to care. I released her mouth, murmuring words of encouragement into her ear. The music became a backdrop to the words, the song just as insistently provoking Zarya into a frenzy of ecstasy. I pushed my fingers deeper, curling in and rubbing against her inner walls.

She grabbed the side of my head, fingers digging into my scalp as if desperate to hold on to sanity as I brought her to the edge. I held her hostage at that precipice with slower strokes, waiting to see if she would beg. But she didn’t. When she opened her eyes and looked into mine, I was sure that this moment was one she’d craved as much as I had since my release from Meri’s prison.

Her nails dug harder into the back of my neck. She was at the very edge but wouldn’t let herself fall—not yet. She opened her eyes, her expression intense as she looked between us each, as if to say, “Yes! I’m with you. I’m in all the way!”

A surge of triumph shot through me and I stroked her in earnest. She muffled a cry by burying her teeth in my neck again, the very fact that she was so intent on keeping her pleasure a secret both intensely arousing and confounding.

When I pressed my palm harder against her clit and pushed my fourth finger into her sopping channel, she lost it. She let out a desperate groan, bearing down on my neck with her teeth.

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