Chapter 22
Iscowl at Declan. “I told you they weren’t just fucking rumors.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he mutters.
I glance at Delilah, and she blinks over and over, her expression blank. Fuck. Maybe I should’ve told her about the Sanguine Solstice in private, but I never expected her to show up here. I should’ve though. The fire in her doesn’t like to be tamed. Which makes me all the hotter for her.
She stares at the room, taking in the people engaging in various sexual activities. Even in the dim lighting, I can clearly make out the flush on her cheeks.
I give her neck a reassuring squeeze, commanding her attention. She flicks her gaze to me, and her expression is soft, full of trust. I lean close to whisper in her ear.
“I’m not going to fuck you here... Unless you ask me to.”
She takes a breath and nods slowly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
My dick twitches in response to her words. When am I not getting turned on by her?
“Hey,” Declan says, taking his bride’s arm. “Why don’t we go outside?”
June pouts at his suggestion. “Do we have to?”
I jerk my chin at the doors. “We can’t leave anyway. There are crows posted by the exits.”
“If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.” June winks at Delilah before she grabs Declan by the lapels of his tux and yanks him toward her for a kiss.
Delilah’s mouth falls open. That’s my cue.
“Come on, bride,” I say.
I grab her hand and lead her through the sea of people, using my body to shield her. To keep her from being touched. Once we reach the velvet-covered couches at the edge of the room, I sit down and drag her onto my lap.
“Does it bother you?”
She bites her lip in thought. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never seen people have sex before.”
I stroke her cheek, loving how she leans into my touch. “And now that you have?”
“I’m confused, but…” Her gaze darts to a nearby couple, her pupils dilating when the recruit spanks a woman on all fours.
“But what?”
She ducks her head. “But I’m also kind of turned on.”
I wrap an arm around her waist and lean back, my gaze flitting over the crowd. I can’t make out their faces, but it doesn’t matter. This isn’t about them, it’s about her.
Delilah shifts on my lap, her movements tentative, uncertain. But at least she’s not trying to run.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “We can stay right here and enjoy the show.”
I point at the man standing behind a woman who’s bent over the arm of a couch several feet away. The recruit grips her hips and sinks his cock inside her. He fucks her in a slow, deep rhythm, and she moans in approval.
“Everyone is enjoying themselves,” I say. “And we can too.”
Delilah’s lips part, and her breathing quickens, but she’s still rigid.
With my free hand, I stroke the length of her neck in a slow, comforting caress. “You could never have sex in public, could you?”
Delilah shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”
“But you’re curious?”
She bites her lip and gives a tentative nod. That’s all the encouragement I need.
I drop my hand to lazily trace her collarbone before dipping my thumb under the material of her dress. She sucks in a sharp breath. I cup her breast, teasing the sensitive skin, before pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers again and again. She arches her back, pressing her breast against my palm like a cat wanting to be petted. Then she freezes.
“Wait.”
The fear in her voice has me ripping my hand away, my gaze sweeping back and forth to locate any possible threats. “What?”
“What if Ben sees?” She covers her mouth. “Oh shit! What if he saw what you did earlier?”
“I fucking hope so.”
She shifts on my lap to look at me with a frown. “Xavier.”
“Ben knows that you’re mine. The faster you tell him you don’t feel the same way as he does, the faster he’ll move on.”
She sighs. “I know, but that doesn’t mean I want him to see me with you. And I sure as hell don’t want to see him naked, doing some nasty shit and burning my retinas.”
“Fair enough, but none of that is going to stop me from touching you.”
I go back to stroking her nipple, drawing lazy circles until her chest begins to heave.
“Xavier, what if someone I know sees me?”
“They’re too busy getting off.”
She glances at the people around us. A woman nearby is riding the recruit on the floor, her tits are bouncing as she slides up and down. Another woman is sucking a guy’s dick like it’s a popsicle.
I nuzzle Delilah’s neck and kiss the sensitive spot just behind her ear to bring her attention back to me. “You don’t have to worry. Your dress hides everything. No one knows if I’m playing with your clit or if you’re riding my cock. And if they did, I wouldn’t give a fuck as long as they can’t see your pretty pussy. That’s for my eyes only.”
A soft groan escapes her. She shifts on my lap again, her ass brushing against my crotch, and my dick jumps. Fuck, that feels good.
I slide my hand under the voluminous material of her dress and grip her thigh, the skin soft beneath my touch.
“What are you going to do?” she whispers, her voice husky.
“Take what’s mine.”
Her eyelids flutter closed. I drag the tip of my index finger along her slit, spreading the dampness I find there, and then rub the digit over her clit. She leans closer, the movement subtle, barely noticeable, and yet the action causes my heart to thump against my ribcage.
My girl wants to play, and I’m fucking ready.