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“Tor,” she said breathlessly, her body temperature increasing by the second. “There are so many people.”
I took her hand, sparks shooting up my fingertips. “I have a plan. Come on.”
There was a moment’s hesitation before she followed, but I could see the desire in her eyes, the need to reaffirm ourselves to one another. It was urgent, hot, and demanding of us.
I hurried her out of the ballroom and into a side hallway, just past some of the restrooms.
“Where are you … what are you doing?” she asked as I abruptly sat down on a little bench worked into a nook in the hallway.
I grinned and beckoned her toward me. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing,” I said, hiking up her skirts and pulling her closer. “Put your foot up on the bench … There you go.”
She hissed as I crouched as low as I could, my mouth hungrily pulling at the sheer white lace thong she was wearing, tugging it aside so that I could taste her sweetness.
“This is ridiculous. Everyone will know what’s going on,” she said, trying to pull away.
I brushed my tongue against her clit, stopping her dead.
“Are you sure you want to stop?” I teased between licks, heat pouring across my face.
Her responding whimper was all the answer I needed.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Mia
My face burned as bright and hot as my pussy, the only difference being it wasn’t aching for more, unlike my clit begging me in no uncertain terms to let Tor continue what he was doing. I had my hands up on the wall on either side of the alcove, my foot resting on the bench, while my dragon lover, or whatever the hell he was to me, went to town between my legs, driving me into a frenzy.
“Just fuck me,” I begged. “It’ll be faster.”
“Absolutely not,” he murmured from underneath my skirts, renewing his relentless and yet thoroughly calculated assault on my privates.
My legs trembled, but I knew he would never let me fall. His strength would see to that.
“This is sowrong,” I said. “Someone will surely come looking for us, don’t you think?”
“I doubt it. Dragons are a pretty horny bunch, and we get used to giving others privacy while acting like we never noticed their absence. Besides, people will be happy for us.”
“They will?”
He stopped. “Iamtrying to work here. Can we have this conversation after?”
A finger slid inside me to emphasize the point, forcing me to lean harder against the wall as he slid it deeper before adding a second, just enough to stretch me out slightly. My only reply was a moan that I muffled with my shoulder, though I was sure I’d left teeth marks.
“Thank you,” Tor said saucily.
My snappy response was stolen from me along with my breath as his tongue found my clit with ease, pushing through my lips and across it, around it, over it, and all manner of teasing it. He varied his pressure and his attack pattern until I swore my fingers were digging into the wall, I was clutching it so hard.
“Oh, my god,” I moaned as my body switched gears, the pressure building abruptly as I went past the point of no return. The only thing that would stop me from coming right then was if Tor stopped for some reason.
Which he didn’t. He kept pushing. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I gasped with every touch of his tongue, every caress of his fingers inside me.
“Everything okay over here?”
I stiffened as a tall male—what dragonwasn’ta giant, I was quickly learning—popped his head around the corner before the rest of his body followed.
Below my skirts, Tor slowed for a moment, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Until he resumed. I hissed but nodded at the other man.
