Chapter 40 Aerin
AERIN
Aerin realizes she probably shouldn’t have scared the Human quite so much when Khortland shoots her a nasty look, shoving his way to the bathroom.
But Aerin’s head is floating marvelously and she just can’t bring herself to care.
The heady rush of things going exactly her way, combined with the Pixie Dust, makes her feel like she’s left her body. Everything feels better.
Once on the dancefloor, it only takes a few gestures for the males to join them. Yarrow slides in behind Quinn, Vyx twists in the arms of the Lion like a seductress, and Aerin positions herself between Malice and Emrys with glee.
Every brush of their hands on her skin feels euphoric.
Aerin dances between the two as if they are the only creatures in the club.
The way Malice’s wings flare around them shelters Aerin’s fuck-me eyes and fuck-me dance moves from the rest of the partygoers.
She takes turns grinding against each of them.
Emrys’s honey eyes, normally so earnest, are hot with desire.
Malice, usually so stoic and unreadable, looks ravenous.
Hands take turns tracing body parts until eventually Aerin is mad with the desire to have one of them inside of her.
Aerin looks back and forth between the two of them before she reaches up to pull Emrys’s mouth to hers. Emrys melts into her. The way Malice is punishing, Emrys is eager. When they pull apart his eyes dance in delight.
Aerin turns to Malice. She reaches for him the same way, but he catches her wrist, shaking his head slightly.
The rejection stings. The hand holding her wrist lets go to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I want you both. Together.” Aerin all but begs. Too high to worry about the repercussions of airing those thoughts.
Malice locks eyes with Emrys above her head.
Their silent conversation goes on for so long Aerin finds herself puffing out a breath and folding her arms over her chest like a petulant child.
Finally, Malice looks back down at her. Emrys slides behind her.
His large hands wrap around her hips, and his lips meet her skin at the junction between her shoulder and neck.
“Not tonight, Princess,” Malice says, releasing her face. Aerin is awash with disappointment, despite the way her body lights up for Emrys. Malice moves to step away and unexplainable panic flares inside of her. She grabs his shirt to keep him there.
“Mal, please,” Aerin pleads.
This time Malice tucks his knuckles under her chin and makes her look up at him. The club strobes behind him, but Aerin’s sole focus is on the Dragon-Fae in front of her.
“Aerin,” he says her name sternly. She isn’t sure he’s ever spoken her name to her before. Certainly not like that. Not in a way that sends shivers down her spine. The blood-bond in her ribs hums in delight.
“Yes?” she breathes.
“Sometimes, you command me, and I listen. Right now, I am going to command you. Are you going to listen?” His tone is dark, his voice swallowing every thought in her head. Aerin nods, hardly able to form words with the way her body is tingling, her brain muddy with desire.
Leaning into the side opposite of Emrys, who is still holding her tightly, Malice murmurs, “Good girl,” into the shell of her ear. Aerin shivers in delight.
Yes. Yes. Yes. This is what she wants.
Malice straightens again, tucking his wings in tightly.
“I think it’s about time we get out of here, what do you say?” Aerin opens her mouth to respond but she realizes Malice isn’t talking to her.
“Best idea you’ve had all night,” Emrys agrees.