Chapter 29 Azahara #3
“I didn’t say that” he remarked, and although the song didn’t call for it, his hand moved up her back and he dipped her. “Did I?”
“I suppose not.” But you didn’t deny it. She thought.
Her eyes narrowed at him as he slowly brought her back to him, then immediately spun her again, creating a distance between them. Their dance was strange, yet oddly graceful, capturing the attention of those around them who clapped and stared.
Her shoulders surrendered to the rhythm, and she finally began to lose herself in the music. He released her hand, and as if the song was guiding her hips, she started dancing solo.
Creating her own sultry rhythm, she moved with unwavering confidence and irresistible allure.
Her body swayed sensually to the music, her fingertips delicately tracing the seductive curves of her form.
With each deliberate movement, she unwittingly ensnared the attention of Jayce and everyone in her immediate proximity.
As her gaze locked with her dance partner’s, he visibly appeared to come back to life and smoothly sauntered toward her.
Jayce wrapped his arm securely around her waist, effortlessly lifting her off the ground, and executed a graceful spin before gently lowering her back down.
With a gentle touch, he tilted her chin upward, coaxing her to meet his gaze.
“You leave me breathless,” he murmured, his fingertips tracing a delicate path down her throat, causing a subtle flutter in the center of her chest.
Her eyes widened as she gazed, unblinking, into his.
A relaxed smile graced his lips, his hand maintaining a firm grip on the fabric at her waist. It wasn’t until she felt his warm breath tickling her lips that she realized he was leaning closer. “I have so many regrets...”
“Huh...” The words caught in her throat, suspended in the charged air between them.
Strong hands yanked Jayce back, while a gentle touch landed on her shoulders. Kaed positioned himself between them, facing her. His expression bore no sign of anger. “Hey, Red. Is this guy bothering you?” His voice carried a soothing tone.
A breath she hadn’t known she was holding escaped her lips.
Jayce laughed, his voice muffled by Kaed’s presence. “Don’t worry, I got my dance.” Azahara couldn’t see him with Kaed shielding her.
Kaed kept his gaze locked with hers, one arm wrapping around her shoulders.
“He wasn’t bothering me,” she whispered, her words drawing them closer together. The moments before had faded into the recesses of her mind. “My true dance partner has arrived.” Kaed chuckled, lifting her up into his embrace, her arms instinctively winding around his neck.
Over Kaed’s shoulder, Azahara stole a glance to see where Jayce had disappeared to.
He was nowhere to be seen.
“I was hoping you’d dance with me,” he whispered, the tingling in her ear causing her to laugh.
“I’m all yours,” she whispered, leaning back and placing her forehead against his.
“All night?” The seduction in his voice caused her heart to leap from her chest. An intense vortex circled her stomach as his hands slowly slipped down her back.
“If that’s what you want.”
“Do you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck and shoulder as he planted gentle kisses across her skin.
“Yes,” she breathed out, her voice filled with longing and desire.
She could feel him smile just before he bit down roughly on her shoulder. Her fingers laced between his hair and gripped at the roots. “Kaed… I thought you wanted to dance.”
“We are,” he whispered, sliding his tongue across her neck and nibbling gently on her ear.
She lost all control over her body, gripping tightly at his shirt.
Her mind struggled to process what was happening, desperately trying to hold back any moans that threatened to escape in the middle of the tavern.
“Watching you dance like that did something to me. It’s your own fault.” His voice was like nothing she’d heard before. Like a man starved of water, a rushing waterfall lay just on the other side of the valley. He was ready to run to it in full force, no matter what or who stood in his way.
Then, she felt someone pressing against her from behind. The only indication that it was a female was the sensation of large breasts cushioning the back of her head.
“You both are turning everyone on.” Azahara lifted her head up, seeing Zhal staring down at her, a golden orange color spread across the cheeks of her ebony skin.
“A-Are you blushing?” She fought a smile, not wanting to embarrass Zhal.
She leaned down towards her, Kaed releasing her ever so slightly as she did. Zhal narrowed her eyes. “Yes, the alcohol…”
Azahara swallowed. “And?”
“And… you are basically dry humping in the middle of the tavern.” She cleared her throat. “Go, or else.” There was a threat there, but not for her life. Azahara could feel the heat emanating from Zhal, sending a thrill through her.
Gender meant nothing to Azahara. Whether they had a cock between their legs or not, she could be sexually and romantically attracted to them, as she was now with Zhal.
In her current situation, being squeezed between a beautiful ebony goddess and a man she knew could make her climax, there was little she could do but succumb to the moment.
“If I said no?” Azahara finally spoke, and she felt Zhal stiffen.
Kaed let out a laugh, pulling her from whatever steam fogged her mind.
His hand was wrapped around her neck, leaning in towards her.
“Now that’s interesting.” She felt two strong hands gripping her hips, and they weren’t Kaed’s.
“I think the alcohol has got to us all.” She could smell the ale on his breath.
Kaed’s eyes wandered, and she followed.
The patrons of the Idle Fox were either dancing with one another, watching them, or passed out across tables. Her eyes spotted Broan, still pouring the ale; it would be a lucrative night. He would be to blame for the things that were about to happen.
All three of them had drunk way too much, and while Azahara knew they had, she didn’t give in to the possibility of stopping either of them.
The hand at her hip began to travel upward, and she gasped. Zhal pushed her hips against her while Kaed put his leg between her thighs. They both had their hands all over her, and she bit her lip roughly to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.
“I told you to go,” Zhal said breathlessly into her ear, the smell of alcohol on her breath. “By the gods, why do you smell so…” Her large hand swept up and cupped her breast, sending a spark through her that settled right at her groin. “Divine.”
Azahara slowly put an arm around Zhal’s neck and the other around Kaed’s rolled her hips against them. That seemed to send them both into shock as Zhal cursed and Kaed groaned between gritted teeth. “You both can dish it but can’t handle it when it’s returned?” she said, a grin lacing her lips.
Taking full advantage of their weakened state, she turned to face Zhal and placed her back against Kaed. Her hips swayed to the music, intentionally grinding her hips against his. All while seductively eyeing Zhal, licking her lips and egging her to come to her. Which she obliged.
Kaed had his hands on her hips, matching her movements with vigor. There was no ignoring his peaked arousal, which begged for attention.
Zhal stepped to her, fingers brushing against her jawline and running her thumb across her lips. With a smile, Azahara opened her mouth and gently bit it. The feral look that took over Zhal’s expression slightly sobered her, a genuine fear rippling through her.
At that moment, she felt weightless as Zhal leaned down and took her lips as her own.
Her lips were full and were not gentle. They enveloped her own, creating an alluring connection.
No amount of control could keep her from moaning then, but thankfully, it was drowned out by the sounds of both the other dancers and the music that encapsulated them.
It wasn’t lost on Zhal, though; she slipped her knee between Azahara’s legs and slightly lifted her. Her hand explored her chest again, and Kaed the other.
Azahara lost all connection with her senses and threw her head back. Every part of her body tingled with need, becoming more potent with each passing second.
Kaed wrapped his fingers around her neck, adding slight pressure before turning her head towards him and kissing her roughly.
His tongue slipped in, tasting her, just as she felt Zhal lean in and run hers along her collarbone and to her neck.
When her teeth sunk into her shoulder, she let out a sound mixed with pain and pleasure.
“Fuck…” Kaed whispered against her lips before leaning his head down to her neck and kissing across her skin. An odd sensation came over her then. It was as though she was coming close to an orgasm, her body’s reaction to all the stimulation.
“Zhal… Kaed…” Her words were breathless, barely audible, but with their hearing, they heard her and made sure she knew they did. Kaed’s hand moved through the backside of her pants and between her thighs, where he slipped two fingers into her.
She would have screamed to Paradise then, but Zhal put her hand over her mouth, stifling the sound while the other hand moved between her thighs. Although it was over her clothes, the pressure Zhal’s finger gave against her hardened clit sent shockwaves through her and caused her legs to go numb.
Kaed put his lips against her ear and nibbled gently. “Gods, you’re so wet.”
Lips were against hers again, and she slipped her tongue in to taste Zhal. While the alcohol was there, she had hints of honey. A sweet, thick taste that she could devour.
When she pulled away, letting Kaed turn her to kiss him, his fingers slipped deeper. A complete bodily tremble shot through her.