A moan vibrated up my throat.
“Hear anything?” he muttered in my ear.
I thought past the throbbing in my core and quickening of my breath. Swept my gaze across the room of couples lost in one another. “No,” I whispered.
Tol kept up his game.
“I only mentioned CK,” Tolek muttered, voice rough, “because his mother used to work in a brothel. Decades before he was born.”
“I didn’t know that,” I said.
“He didn’t either for a while, but I think that’s why he was so touchy about not wanting to come here tonight.”
“Interesting.” I tucked away that observance and dropped my head back to give him access to my neck. “I don’t hear or see anyone that looks like a Storyteller.”
“On we go,” Tolek said, grabbing my hips and turning me. He walked me backward beneath the arch and across the corridor into another room. All the while, a ravenous heat ignited those amber specks in his eyes.
“We probably don’t have to pretend to be patrons while looking, you know,” I muttered, but the words were breathy.
“Not pretending, Revered,” he said, and my title on his lips sent a wave of heat through me. I shoved him against the nearest wall, the tapestry behind him fluttering with the motion. A grin split his lips, and he kissed me roughly as if to saytwo can be aggressive, Alabath. Leave it to Tolek to turn this into a game, too.
He spun me so I leaned against his chest, brushing my hair over one shoulder, and goosebumps peppered my skin. “Besides,” he whispered as he pressed slow kisses to my neck, his scruff a bristly drag that I felt in my core, “it’s so much more fun to get to tease you in public. In view of so many. Let them know you’re mine.” His hands roved over my body. “Find your Storytellers. I’ll be here.”
I observed the room, trying my hardest not to get lost to the desire building within me. There were even more couples in here than in the last room. A few were groups of multiple people. Three or even four, all moving harmoniously in the combination of dancing, scarf-tampered mystlight and firelight.
One man lay on his back, a woman sinking down on his length again and again, and a second man pushing into her from behind at the same time. From here, with so much flesh on display and equal moans of pleasure leaving all three of them, it was impossible to tell which one—or two—belonged to the Madame and who was the patron.
I wanted to feel Tol’s body against my own, wanted our leathers gone. I pressed back against him.
Tolek’s breath was hot against my neck as he asked, “See something that interests you, Alabath?”
Their bodies continued to writhe in a synchronous rhythm, lips clamping around breasts, hands exploring as Tol’s crept around me and dipped beneath the hem of my skirt. His hard length jutted into my back, and his fingers…Spirits, he teased the edge of my undergarments. A shiver wracked my body, and I imagined what he’d do if he flipped up my leather skirt, bent me over the couch, and claimed me right here.
I gasped, some combination of watching what was happening in this very room and feeling Tol against me sending an ache straight to my core.
Angels, what was this place doing to me? Need clawed at me. Right here, even in a room full of people.
I tilted my head back against his shoulder, catching his lips in a sensual kiss, and ground my ass against him. One hand cupped my jaw as Tolek groaned, tongue commanding mine with all the power and strength that he was.
“I’m curious, yes,” I whispered, breathing heavily as we broke apart. “But I don’t like to share.”
“Me neither.” He smirked, kissing me again. “I think we should keep going.”
“Keep going?” I asked and rocked back against him.
Tolek laughed. “Not like that.”
I pouted, but he nipped my ear, murmuring, “We’re gaining an audience,apeagna.”
Blinking away the lust that had formed a senseless haze around me, I noticed a man standing across the room, leaning casually against the wall beside one of many flickering fires, his eyes hungry as he watched Tolek’s hands on me.
We’re not here for this, I reminded myself, though truthfully all I wanted was for Tolek to spin me around right now and take me up against that wall with punishing force. I bit my lip at the thought, heat gathering between my legs.
As if reading my lascivious thoughts, Tol groaned. “Alabath.” Gripping my hips, he turned me to face him, kissing me so hard I thought I’d see stars from that alone. When he broke away, panting, he said, “Don’t fucking tempt me.”
“But it’s so fun,” I said breathlessly, the roles reversed from his earlier taunting.
“I’ll show you fun when we get out of here.”
