Chapter 15
“Dance with me, sugar,” Bastian said, his lips close to my ear. A zing of adrenaline rushed to my fingertips. I was overly aware of his hand at the small of my back.
“Sure,” I managed despite my suddenly dry mouth.
Instead of heading toward the stairs that would take us out of here, I reached around and grabbed his hand.
His rings were cold against my skin, a contrast to his warm palm.
My stomach fluttered. I led us onto the dance floor, ignoring the erratic beat of my heart.
I wasn’t normally nervous about dancing. But this? Definitely.
The pulse of the music set a drum beating inside me, reverberating straight to my bones, making my skin hum. There was no denying my attraction toward Bastian Croft. Sitting on his lap had confirmed that, leaving me flushed and jittery.
I found a spot amid the crowd and turned to him, dropping his hand, taking a couple of playful steps away and then back, giving him a come-hither smile.
His eyes darkened, pupils dilating. My arms lifted over my head.
I swept my hips back and forth, laughing, giving in to the lightness blooming in my chest.
Our eyes locked.
I felt his stare burrow deep into me, latching on to something primal in my body, snaring me like I was his prey.
He stalked forward, all predator, then wrapped his hands low around my hips, splaying them against my backside.
His arms tightened, pulling me flush to him.
I tilted my head back, maintaining our eye contact, moving my hips against his.
We took small steps forward and backward.
The feel of him against me, his rock solid chest, the bulge in his jeans, the press of his thigh between the apex of mine, sent heat dumping into my core. My pulse kicked up, drumming heatedly against my clit. God, it felt good—too good.
I bit my lower lip, silencing the tiny noises I wanted to make.
I kept my movements loose, sensual. He showed me exactly how he might move against me if there weren’t clothes between us.
The length of him promised so much pleasure, hard as iron as I slid back and forth over him.
I pushed a little harder, teasing. A growl rose from his throat.
His hands crept up to my waist, circling around me, gripping me, possessive.
The beat of the music intensified, matching his expression, the raw want blossoming over his features.
His fingers tightened, guiding the flow of my torso side to side.
We moved like we’d been dancing together all our lives.
I allowed him to lead, flowing like water where he guided me.
A flash of something playful darted across his gaze as the music hitched.
I knew what he planned before he moved. He kept our hips pressed tight, sweeping my upper body around and back in a circle, bending me backward at the waist. I arched.
The world went upside down for a moment.
I straightened, chest slamming against his as a laugh escaped my lips.
He rumbled a laugh of his own and said, “You’re an absolute joy, sugar.”
“Right back at you, goblin.”
That brought a full smile to his lips—such a rare thing. I fixed my gaze on the dimple that appeared. Then, before thinking better of it, I inched up a little higher and kissed it. He stilled, just briefly, and then our dancing continued.
His eyes glittered, blackened with unmistakable desire. I was treading in dangerous territory here. My body didn’t care, though. A dull ache built between my thighs, hot and wet. Could he feel it through the denim on his leg? Did I care if he did?
Our movements grew more erotic. I fisted the fabric of his shirt, all but groaning at the aching need that flooded me—
A scream split the air, rising up over the music. Suddenly, the crowd surged forward like a tidal wave, more shouts echoing. Bastian cursed.
I spun around, just in time to see a fist fly—wolf shifters. The world froze for a moment, and then the dance floor collapsed into chaos.
“Time to go,” Bastian growled, wrapping his body around mine, enveloping me. Black shadows swirled around us. I had a single breath, then I was falling…falling…falling. My stomach lodged high up into my throat. I thought it might explode out of my mouth. Ugh!
“Bastian!” I screamed. I felt him wrapped around me, and yet, there was nothing.
Night air rushed in, and Bastian’s arms fell away.
Everything tilted on its axis. My stomach lurched. My knees buckled and the ground rose up to meet me.
“Fuck.” Sure hands caught me around the waist, just before my knees hit the asphalt, hauling me up from behind. This time, they remained firmly in place.
I doubled over, breathing hard, bracing my hands on my knees. “What…the…fuck?!” My vision swam, half tears, half dizziness. “I think I’m going to vomit.”
“Deep breaths, sugar.” A warm hand rubbed my back, the other keeping hold around my waist.
I held my position, gasping. Things began to settle. I gulped and swallowed. I took a slow breath through my nose and held it, counting to five, then released it. My nostrils flared as I took another, and another.
I finally began to calm down.
“You good?”
I straightened.
Bastian rotated me to face him, keeping an arm around my back, smoothing some hair back from my face. Green eyes darted between mine, his pupils still dilated.
“What the hell was that?!” I seethed, glancing around. “Are we… Did we just teleport or some shit?”
We were in his driveway, steps from the front porch of his beautiful craftsman home.
“Something like that.” His jaw was tight. “I couldn’t take any chances moving through the crowd. The Vault’s the last place you want to be during a supernatural fight.”
“That was sickening,” I snapped, staring up at him. Glaring, really.
“Sorry, sugar.” He didn’t look sorry at all. “Why do you think I told you not to drink? Your stomach would be spilled on the pavement right now.”
I made a hissing sound of disgust. Never mind that his arm was still wrapped around me, my body pressed tight to his. For stability purposes, of course. “You restricted my drinking, but didn’t think to warn me as to why?”
“Didn’t know it would be necessary—hoped it wouldn’t be.” But the twitch of his lips said otherwise. “Come on.”
Ugh! Unbelievable.
My nausea subsided as he turned and led me up the porch stairs. The night air was a direct contrast to the loud music of the club. Crickets and cicadas chirped. A bullfrog croaked in the distance. Bats chittered. The trees surrounding his property were filled with life.
“How did you do that, anyway?” I managed, as we stepped into the house entryway. I bent to unzip my boots, placing a hand against the wall for support.
Still breathing harder than normal, I pressed my back flush to the wall as I watched him.
“Magic, obviously,” he said, shucking off his boots, leaving them beside mine. He stood to his full height, regarding me with a lifted eyebrow. A perfectly fucking shaped pierced eyebrow.
“Yes, but how?” I demanded. “I didn’t know goblins had magic like that. I thought you were fighters, warriors. And yet, I’ve seen you disappear things or whatever. You must be…”
Really powerful.
He heard the words even though I didn’t speak them. Stalking over, he invaded my space, bracing his hands on either side of me. Everything I’d felt while dancing with him returned. All the heat and arousal. It came back tenfold.
His lips twitched in that infuriating way as he said, “Impressed, sugar?”
I snorted, rolling my eyes. But truthfully? I was impressed.
“Who are you?” I whispered, breathless, before I could help myself. His face was inches from mine. There were tiny gold flecks in his green eyes. The scent of musk and citrus soap wrapped around me, filling my nostrils.
“You really want to know?” His voice was open, honest, eyes darting between mine. I nodded, not sure I could speak.
“I’m a bastard fae, sugar. Lowest of the low. My mother’s fae, father’s a goblin. That’s where I got my affinity for metals, the reason I was able to transport us like that.”
“You use metal for magic?” My eyes darted to the piercings on his face, the one in his septum, the other in his eyebrow. I’d seen a flash of silver in his mouth, too, just now. Realization dawned on me. “Your piercings? That’s why you have so many?”
“I use them to store energy.” His low chuckle sent tingles skittering across my skin. “I don’t punch pretty things into my skin for the hell of it. Though, I do dig the look. Apparently, chicks do too.”
I huffed and said, “Right. It is kinda hot.”
At my words, sparks crackled in the depths of his eyes.
I swallowed. “So…the more piercings and jewelry you have, the more energy you can store? And what, you use the energy for magic?”
“That’s the simplest way to put it, sure.”
“That sounds…”
“Extremely rare?” An arrogant smirk spread across his lips.
“I was going to say interesting. But yes, I guess it must be rare. Not that I’m an expert.” I was highly aware of our proximity, how close his body was to mine. Not quite touching, but close enough that heat spread between us.
I cleared my throat. “What happens if all your jewelry is removed? You lose your power?” He made a thoughtful sound but didn’t answer. I tried to keep a serious face and added, “I guess that’s a secret you probably don’t want to tell me?”
“I can do a little magic on my own. Not entirely helpless, sugar. Got my mother’s fae magic. Like the healing.” His eyes darted to my wrist. It hadn’t bothered me since that first night. “But transporting us just now? That took a quarter of what I had stored in the jewelry.”
His gaze swept over me, a slow perusal that had heat dropping low in my belly. I licked my lips and his eyes darted down at the movement.
“So…” I said, feeling the need to continue, if only to distract us from the inferno rising between us. “If someone were to remove everything, you’d be severely disadvantaged? We would have been stuck in the club?”