My mouth finds her clit once more, tonguing it and devouring it while I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her soaking hole. It doesn’t take much longer for her to strangle my fingers with her orgasm and drench my face while she comes.
It’s positively the most delectable meal I’ve ever had the pleasure to consume. And I already hunger for my next serving. As long as I’m alive and breathing, my plate will always be full of Veil Vulturine.
Shortly after,I leave Veil to compose herself and make my way back to the grand stage, where she will be performing. Flopping into my seat in the front row, I turn to Constantine and flash her a sated smile.
After a month, her leg is still in a cast, but she’s traded her wheelchair for bedazzled pink crutches. She tilts her head to the side, her ponytails swaying with the movement, as she narrows her eyes at me, then bursts out into giggles. Fishing through her purse, she pulls out a pink handkerchief.
“For your face,” she deadpans.
I snicker and yank it out of her hand.
“And what if I left it there on purpose?” I say with a laugh as I wipe all evidence of Veil off my chin.
“I know you did, silly boy.” She flashes me an exaggerated pout. “But if you’re not willing toshare,”she says with emphasis, crossing her arms, “thenIdon’t want to see it.”
“Still peeved about your cast?” I ask with a dry chuckle, knowing she has been bored out of her mind since her injury.
“I feelfine,” she laments. “You’d think I was gravely injured by the way Sasha mother-hens me.”
She rolls her eyes, and I laugh even harder.
“Tinny, love, you had a beam fall on you.”
“That wasweeksago,” she answers petulantly.
My attention shifts to the dimming lights, and my heart makes an unexpected leap when I know Veil will soon be onstage.
I lean over to Constantine and whisper conspiratorially, “Ready to meet our newest servant?”
Constantine’s eyes widen, and her pink-painted lips pop open as she regards me with the same shock Belladonna did two weeks ago. But I don’t give her the chance to speak, shooting her a wink as I lift a demure finger to my lips to signal her to be quiet.
There’s nothing quite like the thrill of a secret freshly revealed.
30
VEIL
My heart is in my throat as I step up onto the stage, the crowd’s presence pushing heavily against me. I’m still shaky from Gemini’svisitbackstage. Although I have to admit, it did help to loosen me up and unwind the knot in my stomach, where all my nerves had been locked up.
I’m still nervous, but the fear is nearly gone, and I loathe to admit that he’s the reason for the calming breaths I’m now drinking deep into my lungs.
As if his touch is the remedy to my woes.
Gods.
How could that ever be?
I give my head a small shake. This isn’t the time.
Concentrate.
My gaze sweeps over the spectators, and my attention snags on Gemini in the front row. One foot over his knee, his chin resting in his palm, he looks every bit the aristocrat with his black tailcoat suit and cane with a gold snake winding down the shaft. He even matched his gold satin shirt to my leotard. There’sa faint ring of dust on his knees, as if he deliberately kept the telltale signs of his debauched escapade for everyone to see.
He’s staring right back at me, the smirk on his lips widening as time passes. Before I step into the spotlight, my gaze flicks to his right. A cold shiver zips down my spine when I recognize Constantine Agonis from the maze hunt. Her glare is burning a hole through me with how strongly she’s staring, and I know then, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Gemini has told her who I am.
The dread I’m expecting to hit at the realization never surfaces; instead, I feel recharged.
Have her see me.
