Page 80 of Wolf Caged
The heat scalding my cheeks flooded through the rest of me, as if a dam had burst, and I was burning up, my heart thundering as I struggled to avert my gaze. But they held me firm with their unabashed and uninhibited display of lust, with their brazen taking of what they wanted as males and females exchanged partners, as their pleasure-filled cries and the sounds of their bodies meeting created its own symphony.
Near me, one of the servants was on her knees, her dress torn and hanging around her waist as a male took her from behind, gripping her breasts, and she sucked the cock of a second male, and a third male stroked himself off as he watched.
Shocking.
This whole scene was shocking.
And wildly arousing.
Kaeleron moving beside me shattered the spell they had placed on me and my cheeks couldn’t have heated any more as I grabbed my wine and drank a mouthful of it, wishing it was cold so it would cool my overheating body.
“Do all your celebrations end this way?” I hid in my drink, trying to shut out the revelry.
Kaeleron chuckled. “No. Beltane is simply proceeding as planned. This is an important part of the rite.”
Now the loose dresses made sense. Not that many of the females had remained dressed. They were designed to tempt the males with a hint of what was to come.
I squirmed in my seat.
“You can join in if you wish,” he purred, his grin crooked.
“No, thank you. I’m fine where I am.” I highly doubted he would approve if I stood up and decided to join in anyway. Theonly way he would let me join in would be if I picked him as my partner.
And that felt too dangerous.
I went to sip my wine again, mind racing for an excuse to leave and return to my room, not that I expected Kaeleron to allow it.
He had ordered me to attend the celebration, and the rite wasn’t done yet. Beltane wasn’t over. By the gods, I wished it was. I looked at my wine as my wolf side and all my primal instincts whispered that I didn’t. I wanted to be out there, among the males, parading naked and feeling their eyes on me. Their cocks in me. I wanted to be wild. Free.
I lowered my wine. “There is nothing in the drinks, right?”
Kaeleron leaned towards me, all bewitching smiles, temptation incarnate that had me wanting to move closer to him too, to feel our bodies pressed against one another again.
To touch and stroke him as the female beyond him was touching and stroking one of the males, her fingers dancing down his bare chest to wrap around his rigid shaft.
“There is nothing in the drink, little lamb. Not everyone needs help becoming aroused.” Kaeleron gestured to his lap and I swallowed as my mouth dried out.
The outline of his erection was unmistakable against his inner thigh beneath the black fabric of his pants.
I squirmed harder, a war erupting inside me as instinct pushed me to reach out and touch him, to know the feel of a male at last and put an end to my wondering whether it would feel hard and rough, or soft beneath my fingers.
An image flashed into my mind, a vision of a nightmare, Lucas stood before me, taking that female, being inside her as he should have been inside me, claiming me as his mate that night rather than rejecting me.
I growled, the sound low and desperate, born of pain as I curled forwards, covering my face with my hands, trying to shut out that moment as it replayed, over and over again.
“I can’t be here,” I whispered, my voice hoarse as my throat tightened. “I just can’t. I can’t be here. I need to go.”
Kaeleron’s gaze bore into me, silently demanding I look at him.
When he placed his hand on my bare shoulder, I snarled and shoved him off, flashing fangs in his face.
“I can’t be here. Let me go!” I shouted, voice breaking now as pain shredded my insides, as the sounds of what was happening all around me tortured me.
Something terrible and dark flickered across his eyes and he leaned towards me, his voice pitched low as he growled, “Why?”
I shook my head and pressed my lips closed, refusing to answer.
His silver eyes darkened, gaining a trace of what looked like crimson around his pupils as the skin around his eyes seemed to blacken, and I yelped as he grabbed my chair and brutally yanked it towards him, until we were hip to hip.
