Page 67 of Wreaking Havoc
“Oh my God.” Sascha grinned. “You’ve never danced before, have you?” He turned to face Kai, smirking up at him. “Well, lucky for you, you’re a giant hunk of man meat, so you can get away with just standing there, mostly. I, as your sexy twink accessory, will do the heavy lifting.”
Kai looked at him like he was speaking gibberish.
“Come, come.” Sascha pulled him out onto the dance floor, well away from Alexei and Jay’s writhing, then backed up into him until his ass was pressed nicely against Kai’s crotch. He grabbed Kai’s hands and placed them on his hips. “Think you can manage a sway?” he asked.
He didn’t wait for an answer, just started rocking his hips, raising his hands in the air, getting a feel for the beat. It wasn’t the most graceful dancing of his life, but it did have the bonus of brushing him against Kai’s growing erection again and again.
Kai seemed to enjoy that part very much. He moved his hands from Sascha’s hips to his waist, caressed his chest, trailed them back down again. Sascha let his arms wrap around Kai’s neck, leaning back into the touch.
“I had a thought earlier,” Kai murmured eventually, his breath hot against Sascha’s ear.
“Mm. Did it hurt?”
Kai’s grip tightened. “I thought it would be pleasing to fuck you in my human form.”
All the air left Sascha’s lungs. “Would it?” he managed to gasp.
“Mm.” Kai hummed against his cheek, holding Sascha firmly against him. “I wouldn’t have to hold back, would I? You take me so well as it is. I could fuck you as hard as I wish.” He gave a low chuckle when Sascha couldn’t respond. “You’d like that, hm?”
Fuck. Sascha turned, leaping into Kai’s arms and slamming his mouth against him. Kai responded perfectly, holding Saschaup with firm hands on his ass, kissing him like it was his only purpose.
Someone let out a wolf whistle.
Kai released Sascha’s mouth, smirking down at him. “I like dancing.”
“This isn’t dancing,” Sascha corrected, panting. “This is dry humping.”
Kai let out a low rumble, then claimed Sascha’s mouth again.
Sascha was just considering luring him into a dark corner and seeing what they could get away with before they got arrested when Kai stiffened.
Sascha leaned back. “What’s wrong?”
Kai was staring intently across the bar. “That man in the corner. He reeks of ill intent.”
Sascha followed his gaze to a nondescript dude wearing black, nursing a beer at one of the standing tables. “He does?”
He waswatching them, but then, so were quite a few people. Sascha and Kai had been putting on a bit of a show, after all.
Kai lowered Sascha to the floor carefully, his muscles tight with tension. “Do you recognize him?”
Sascha studied the stranger again. “No, but I wouldn’t necessarily.” He caught Alexei’s eye and motioned him and Jay over.
Alexei frowned at him. “What’s wrong?”
Kai pointed out the problem, and Alexei nodded slowly. “He does look the type. Could definitely be one of the Carusos.”
“Why’s he just staring?” Sascha asked, a chill running down his spine.
“He wouldn’t make a move in a place so crowded. They want you to know you’re being watched.” Alexei’s gaze slid to Kai. “Or maybe they didn’t expect you to have a bodyguard.”
Sascha nibbled at his lower lip, trying to push the growing anxiety down. “They wouldn’t. Ivan didn’t even know at first. Ivan’s mole would think I’m unprotected.”
And Sascha would have been, if not for accidentally summoning Kai. He would have been in this town without any backup. Defenseless. Alone.
His stomach twisted.
Kai’s eyes darkened, as if he sensed Sascha’s dark thoughts. “Shall I dispose of him for you?”
