Theother women begin to stir, awakened by voices and movement. Cora’s eyes find mine across the small distance between us, wide and questioning. I want to reach for her, to offer comfort, but Xavier’s hold keeps me anchored against him.
“The baths have been prepared,” the silver-haired woman announces. “The hunters await.”
As the attendants guide us through marble corridors, I catch glimpses of the other women being led in different directions. Cora disappears through an archway to the left, flanked by three shadows I can’t quite make out. Keira vanishes behind ornate doors carved with twisted vines. Sadie and Lia are escorted down separate hallways lined with flickering torches.
Xavier’s hand remains firm on the small of my back as we enter a chamber dominated by a sunken marble bath. Steam rises from water that gleams a beautiful bronze in the candlelight. Rose petals float on the surface, their crimson color matching the silk I wore during our encounter.
“Get in,” Xavier commands.
I slip into the bath, and Xavier’s gaze traces every inch of exposed skin with appreciation before he begins removing his own clothes. When he’s naked, he steps into the bath to join me.
The water is perfectly heated, surrounding me in warmth that soothes my aching muscles as I settle between his legs. Xavier reaches for a crystal bottle filled with amber oil, pouring some into his palm before his hands findmy shoulders.
“You have no idea what’s coming next, do you?” he murmurs against my ear as his fingers work the oil into my skin. His touch is both gentle and possessive, massaging away the aches from our earlier encounters while marking me anew with his scent.
“The feast isn’t just about displaying our claim,” he continues, his hands sliding down to cup my breasts. “It’s about proclaiming ownership. Absolute ownership.”
Through the chamber’s open doorway, I hear the splash of water from other baths punctuated by voices that carry dangerous promises. Knox’s distinctive laugh echoes from somewhere nearby, followed by what sounds like Bianca’s sharp intake of breath.
A soft whimper drifts from another direction—Sadie, I think—accompanied by a deeper voice speaking words I can’t quite make out. But the tone is unmistakably possessive, laden with dark intent.
Xavier’s hands continue their ministrations, working the oil down my arms, across my stomach, and between my thighs. “Tonight, you’ll learn exactly what it means to belong to me,” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. “In front of everyone who matters in this city.”
The oil clings to my skin as Xavier lifts me from the bath, water droplets trailing down my legs onto the marble floor. An attendant appears with towels that feel like what I can only imagine clouds would feel like, gently patting me dry with reverent care before presenting a dress that takes my breath away.
It’s black silk, elegant yet sinful—the fabric whispers against my skin as they help me into it. The necklineplunges dangerously low, barely containing my breasts, while the skirt falls to mid-thigh with a slit that travels almost to my hip. When I move, the fabric parts leaving little to the imagination.
“For easy access,” Xavier confirms, a sly smirk tugging the corners of his mouth in amusement, adjusting the slit to lie perfectly. “Can’t have barriers during dinner. It wouldn’t be proper.”
What exactly does he have planned?
The attendants lead us through corridors lined with oil paintings that look to be of past hunts—women in various states of undress, men in masks fucking their prey in elaborate displays. Each image grows more explicit than the last until I’m practically trembling by the time we reach towering mahogany doors.
Xavier straightens his black dress shirt as the doors swing open, revealing a dining hall that belongs in a palace. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over an enormous table stretched down the center of the room. Many chairs are arranged, their high backs carved with intricate designs.
The other hunters are already seated, each dressed in elegant evening wear that transforms them from masked predators into dangerous gentlemen. Knox lounges in his chair with characteristic arrogance as Bianca stands beside him, while Vane’s green eyes track our entrance, all the while his fingers trace patterns on Lia’s hip. Landon observes quietly from his position with his grip tight around Sadie’s wrist, and I spot the twins with Kira standing between them.
Xavier strides to the head of the table with a commanding presence, every eye following his movement. He settles into the ornate chair with the fluid grace of a man accustomed to power, then extends his hand to me.
“Come here,” he demands, unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock out of the zipper.
I approach on unsteady legs, expecting him to gesture to a chair beside him. Instead, Xavier’s hands grip my waist and pull me directly onto his lap, my back pressed against his chest. The position feels intimate, while ensuring I’m fully displayed, especially with every eye in the room on me, watching as Xavier makes a point of demonstrating my utter obedience.
Before I can adjust or protest, Xavier’s hand slides up my thigh, finding the slit in the dress. His fingers part my legs casually, guiding them to drape open over the top of his thighs, and I feel him hard and ready beneath me. My eyes widen in shock as I notice the glass tabletop and realize not only his intention to fuck me at a table, but that there is no shelter from the eyes of all in attendance. They will witness every lascivious act in its entirety.
“Xavier, what are you?—”
My words dissolve into a sharp gasp as he lifts me slightly and impales me on his length in one smooth motion. The sensation is overwhelming—fullness, heat, and the shocking intimacy of being used so casually in front of an audience of dangerous men.
A chorus of movement follows as the other hunters mirror Xavier's actions. Knox pulls Bianca onto his lap,her dainty fingers gripping the table's edge as he positions her. Vane's hands are already beneath Lia's emerald dress, lifting her with practiced ease.
My breath catches as I watch Dominic claim Cora, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal as he settles her against him. Liam and Ryder flank them on either side, their hands roaming possessively over whatever skin they can reach. I wonder, with growing heat, if they'll rotate her between them, sharing her completely.
Across the table, both Dexter twins have Keira positioned between them somehow, her dancer's body trembling as they work in their unnervingly synchronized way. Landon guides Sadie onto his lap with methodical precision, his fingers threading through her dark hair as he whispers something that makes her eyes widen behind her glasses. The tech expert's body goes rigid for a moment before melting against him, her expression shifting from resistance to surrender.
And then there's Elliot—Julian has him impaled and writhing, the man's face flushed with shame and pleasure as he no longer has his hunter's mask to hide behind.
The sight is overwhelming—six women and one man, all submitting and filled, while displayed at this scandalous dinner table. My inner muscles clench around Xavier involuntarily, drawing a low groan from his throat.
