Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Nox
The mark above my chest aches incessantly as I toss back another shot of whiskey.
It hasn’t hurt this much since I was originally marked.
I’m assuming it means one thing—that my bond group has found the mate that was meant for us.
It’s why there is a line of shot glasses in front of me, but nothing seems to dull the need to head back toward the shifter kingdom and find the woman meant specifically for me.
I turned my back on all that when I decided I would deny the bond rather than risk rejection from the group of males I was destined to spend the rest of my life with.
The pleasure den I find myself in is deep in the capital of the Chaos Kingdom, and it offers any kind of temptation a person may require—women and men to fuck, games to gamble on, and drugs to indulge in.
I wave my hand at the bartender, indicating I want another drink, before I amble over to a recently vacated booth that has gauzy curtains surrounding it, giving the occupants the illusion of privacy.
When the sexy little waitress brings me my drink, I ask her to bring me a smoking pipe.
It’s been a long time since I indulged, but I really just need to get out of my head, and hopefully by numbing myself, it will numb the ache deep inside me.
I people watch as the waitress sets up the pipe before handing me the mouthpiece.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asks suggestively and leans forward, giving me a good look at her breasts, which are almost spilling out of her skimpy uniform.
I shake my head, and she looks disappointed for a moment, but then she disappears behind the curtains in search of someone else to take her up on her offer.
I put the mouthpiece to my lips and take a deep drag.
The intoxicating smoke is harsh and burns its way into my lungs before I breathe it out again.
It only takes a couple of inhales before my body starts to relax and become languid, and all of my worries and concerns drift away on the breeze much like the smoke.
The scent of sex and the sounds of passion become clearer, and my cock hardens beneath my leather pants.
I wince and palm myself, trying to ease the ache.
I had forgotten the side effect of this particular drug.
Although it relaxes you and drives all your worries away, it also makes you horny as fuck.
I consider calling the waitress back to take care of my raging hard-on, but a shadow appears behind the gauzy curtains, and then a stunning, lithe man lets himself into my secluded booth.
I slide my eyes up and down his figure. This establishment really has stunning whores for hire, and I decide to indulge.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, and this one is the very essence of temptation.
Part fae, part something else, his gossamer wings are a sparkling kaleidoscope of greens and silvers that shimmer with his elegant movements.
His plump lips are turned up in a seductive smile as he flicks a lock of pale green hair over his shoulder and takes a step toward my table.
All he’s wearing is a pair of black leather hot pants, and his skin looks to be covered in glitter, sparkling where it catches the light.
“Hello, handsome. Do you want some company?” Surprisingly, his voice is husky and has a slight menace to it that is exciting and tugs at my balls.
He runs a wet tongue over his pink lips, and I imagine it circling the head of my cock.
He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he slides into the booth and tugs the mouthpiece from my hand before wrapping his lips around it.
I can’t tear my gaze away as he inhales deeply before blowing out, creating rings, his mouth a perfect circle as he blows.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my cock throbbing at the sight.
He passes the pipe back to me and then straddles my lap, and I feel his hard cock press against mine.
He’s not shy as he grinds down into it, and I drop the pipe and grasp his hips, holding him in place.
This man may be just what I need to erase any thoughts of my bond group and bond mate.
I chose to walk away, and I am not going to regret it.
His fingers fiddle with the buttons on my shirt, undoing them slowly one by one, like he’s giving me a chance to say no, but instead, I slide my hands around to cup his ass and drag him against my cock.
His eyes are heavy-lidded, and I see a shudder of desire course through his body, making the wings at his back shimmer as well.
I reach up to caress one of the gossamer limbs, and as my finger runs over the edge, he groans and pushes my shirt back before leaning in and nipping my nipple.
He pulls back, his pupils blown, and he can’t stop squirming on top of me. “What’s this?” he asks me, running a finger over the bond mark on my chest. It seems to heat at his touch, and I push his finger away.
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” I tell him before snaking one hand through his long hair and yanking him toward me, taking his mouth with a vicious kiss.
He doesn’t shy away and meets my tongue stroke for stroke, his hands flat against my chest, the stupid bond mark throbbing beneath his right palm.
I want to fuck this half-breed with a need that is vicious and fierce. If the bond between me and my mate had been sealed, then they’d be able to feel it, but because it remains unsealed, I won’t cause them any pain.
I run my hands up and down his spine, caressing the base of his wings, and he moans into my mouth before pulling away, his chest heaving.
He has a small frown between his eyebrows, but it quickly fades as he slides off my lap and onto his knees, where he makes quick work of the buttons on my pants.
I lift my hips to allow him to drag them down my legs, my cock springing free.
He licks his lips and smiles like all his dreams have come true. “Whoa, you’re big. What kind of shifter are you?” he asks as he runs his tongue around the head of my cock.
I ignore his question and groan, dropping my head back against the booth.
He slides one hand between my legs and fondles my balls, while the other one grips the base of my dick as he engulfs the head with his mouth.
He pays special attention to that spot under the head that’s so fucking sensitive, and my toes curl.
I slide my hands into his hair, holding him in place to ensure he doesn’t move.
His mouth is warm and wet and feels sublime, and I groan as he slides farther down, taking my cock into the back of his throat.
I feel it constrict around my length, and I groan, threading my fingers through his hair and fucking his face.
He takes it like the pro he is and swirls his tongue and uses suction, and I feel my orgasm tingle in my balls.
I clench my butt cheeks to hold off a little longer, but he slides one finger into my asshole and presses that trigger deep inside.
“Fuck!” I shout and hold myself deep as I unload my cum down his throat. He swallows like a champion, breathing through his nose with every spurt. I finally sink back in the chair, my cock falling from his mouth, my body lax in the aftermath of my release.
He looks up at me, and his face is a mess.
Tears drip down his cheeks, and there’s a dribble of my cum at the corner of his mouth, but he looks fucking stunning.
I did that to him. I made a mess of him, and now I want to bend him over the couch and make him moan just like he made me.
I pull him to his feet, tug him onto my lap, and kiss him.
I taste myself on his lips as I run my hands over his chest, feeling all his muscles beneath his sleek skin.
He may be a whore, but he has the well-honed body of a warrior.
While I enjoy the softness of a woman, I also enjoy making a strong man come apart beneath me.
I pull back, noting his swollen lips, but when I meet his gaze, his eyes are cold and calculating.
He sighs and pushes against me. I allow him to get up, and he adjusts his cock under his black shorts then pushes his hair back behind his shoulders.
“That was fun, but I have to run.”
“Wait,” I call as he goes to slip out of the gauzy curtains. “What about your payment?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“I got everything I needed for now,” he says cryptically, and without a backward glance, he disappears into the crowd.
What the fuck did that mean? I think about our whole interaction, and I stiffen in shock.
He knew I was a shifter. He specifically asked what kind I was, not what kind of supe.
I grasp the pendant around my neck. It should have made me seem human to him.
How exactly did he know? I jump to my feet, tucking myself back into my pants, but I frown at the smear of something on my black pants from my hands.
I look a little closer, bringing my hand up so I can see it better in the dim light.
Is that makeup? I run a finger over it before rubbing the greasy, skin-colored substance between two fingers.
It is. Why on earth was he wearing makeup on his body?
I guess he could have been covering scars, but I didn’t feel any.
Maybe it hid a tattoo he doesn’t want seen.
I shrug my shirt on and do up the buttons before going in the direction he went.
I want to know who he is, but when I push my way through the crowded pleasure palace, he’s nowhere in sight.
I walk to the bar. “The male fae you have working here, with the silver and green wings… Where is he?” I ask the bartender who gives me a quizzical look and shakes his head.
“We don’t have a male fae with silver and green wings working here.”
I frown at his response. Fuck, who was he then, and what did he gain from our interaction?