Page 30 of Aria's Desire

Feeling decidedly flushed and entirely unwilling to be the only one panting with arousal, Aria upped her game.

Feigning a casualness she didn’t feel, she leaned back against her pillows like she was full and finished eating, then lowered her hands, resting them just above their knees. They tensed simultaneously and Aria bit back a grin. Curling her fingers into claws, she lightly scored her nails up their thighs, only stopping when she was perilously close to their groins.

“Fuck me,” Rellik groaned under his breath, using a phrase he’d picked up from her.

Sin groaned something in his native language, too low to activate her translator, and shuddered.

Hearing their reactions to the simple touch tripled the heat racing through her, intensified the arousal and thrill setting her senses alight.

In the darkened hall, with the cloying smoke of the incense thick in the air and the shadows flickering hypnotically on the walls, they played a dangerous game, deepening the spell they wove around one another, dancing closer and closer to the edge. It felt deliciously, intoxicatingly illicit. Electrifying.

Even knowing the animalistic side of her had risen up and was infusing her own desire with Aria’s wasn’t enough to break the spell.

Her nipples were hard points, she couldn’t slow her breaths, her thighs were slippery with need, and her clit was throbbing demandingly in time with her heartbeat. She felt overheated, antsy, needy.

She felt… seduced.

Splitting her attention between them and watching the people around them was getting harder and harder. She almost told them to stop. Almost, but couldn’t quite force herself to say the words.

Even knowing this wasn’t the place to lose focus, even knowing her inability to resist their touches was dangerous, she couldn’t make herself stop them.

She’d craved their hands on her, had longed for them for too long to resist the lure.

And she was entirely too stubborn to admit defeat.

Males, dressed in sheer loincloths, entered the hall and moved to stand behind drums set along the far wall, starting up an erotic, primal beat. As though that was the signal they’d all been waiting for, nearly every mated group fell into passionate embraces.

Some gestured their males forward to touch and caress them. Others immediately reclined back on their beds of pillows and guided one of their mates between their legs. Seeing those women being orally serviced by their men would’ve been shocking enough. There were some, however, that immediately pushed one of their males to the floor and climbed on top of them.

They’re not about to…

Wrong. They very much were about to fuck their males in front of everybody. The rocking hips, moans of pleasure, and masculine grunts left zero room for doubt.

What the fuck?

Shocked, Aria felt her brows shoot up to nearly her hairline even as a bolt of heat arrowed directly between her thighs. Sin stiffened at her side and made a garbled sound of stunned disbelief. Rellik, however, didn’t appear the slightest bit surprised at this very erotic turn of events.

Keeping her voice quiet, she asked, “What the hell is going on?”

Rellik leaned close, his breath ghosting over her neck, and whispered hotly, “First they feast, then they fuck.”

“And you didn’t think to warn us?” Aria drawled, hiding how his words affected her as she turned to give him a disbelieving look.

He smirked, his eyes twinkling wickedly, and murmured, “Would you believe me if I said I forgot?”

Amused, despite her irritation, she fought a smile. “Not even a little bit.”

His grin widened, revealing the points of his fangs. “In that case… I forgot.”

Unable to hold it back that time, she huffed a laugh. “Devil.”

“Temptress,” he fired back, his voice rough, taunting.

“Me!”

“Yes, you,” came Sin’s low snarl in her ear as he pressed his broad chest to her back, making her breath hitch.

Rellik gave her a feigned look of vexation and growled, “Gaia’s horns, I’ve never been so hard in my entire fucking life.”

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