20. The Panties Don’t Have Fangs
Chapter 20
The Panties Don’t Have Fangs
CINDER
I can’t bite back the moan before it escapes me.
The duke across from me shoots me a disapproving look as if the zoo animal is not behaving herself.
“Everything alright, my love?” Kaison asks airily as if he hasn’t just remotely turned on the pair of vibrating panties between my legs.
That sonofabitch. That fae fucking evil?—
Ohhhh dear god.
I swallow my groan as the vibrations against my vulnerable parts scatter my thoughts.
“Yes.” My words come out shaky and on a half cough. Snatching up my champagne, I hastily sip my drink.
The duke turns away with a sneer.
The second I swallow, the vibration notches up to another level. My core turns to molten hot liquid. I instantly end up in a coughing fit, the sting of bubbles assaulting my nose from the inside.
More disgusted looks are cast my way until I get my coughing under control.
The panties don’t have fangs.
And yet I am completely under attack.
Only by taking shallow breaths and squeezing my thighs together do I manage to keep still.
Fire licks up the base of my spine, as my clit undergoes an onslaught from the evil underwear.
As I turn pliant against the tiny motor, I feel Kaison’s attention focus on me. With a quick look at him, I catch a positively devilish smug grin. Instantly I tear my eyes away from him and focus on the far wall. Even making eye contact with his sultry, knowing face heated my body several degrees.
With a deep breath, I will myself to suppress the overwhelming sensations. But oh god, I want to buck and moan and writhe like the animal everyone here thinks I am.
The fuck was I thinking, giving Prince Slut Bag this much power over me?
And when have I experienced this much pleasure? It’s almost like since I met him my body woke up from a long sleep. Now it’s party o’clock, and it is throwing out heat, shivers, desire, and anticipation in a big rave complete with music and laser lights.
This is a super inappropriate time for party o’clock.
And yet. . .
I summon every ounce of willpower to maintain a fa?ade of composure. My hands grip the edge of the table with white-knuckled determination, anchoring myself in the storm of sensation threatening to consume me.
Kaison leans in close, his voice a feather-light whisper against my ear. “Having fun, my love?” he teases, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. I bite my lip to stifle a gasp as the vibrations intensify yet again.
Holy fuck, did someone ask me a question?
I must make some sound resembling confusion.
Kaison lifts his champagne lazily. “Our guests are speculating on if you will insist on a white virginal dress the humans favor for our nuptials, or if you will take on our traditional colors for matrimony?”
He’s completely unaffected, putting me on the spot on purpose. I want to smack him. I want to fuck him. I want—I want?—
“I don't look good in white.” My words come out so tight, they almost unravel into a lewd moan of pleasure.
“Au contraire my bride, I believe it could be quite a sweet look for you,” Kaison coos.
I’m not sure if it’s our sickening affection or my current state of approaching a bone-shattering orgasm, but I sense the discomfort at the table.
Also— sweet? I’ll show him sweet. I'll beat him to death with my six-inch platform boots with the spikes on them until he’s a bloody pulp?—
The buzzing switches from an insistent thrum to a syncopated pattern. I bite my tongue even as I shiver.
“Oh my. Are you cold, my dearest?” Kaison dotes with false concern.
Forget beating him to death. I'm going to strap him to a bed and ride his face until he’s tongue fucked me into next year. And long after his jaw is sore and popping from the effort, I’ll make him do it again until I’ve come ten more times.
I’d have to pull his fangs first, but it’d be worth it.
Interest in us ebbs and people go back to their side conversations, allowing me the privacy to close my eyes and pant a little. I grip the side of my chair and Kai’s hand with the other.
The decadent scent of Kaison's cologne swirls around me, filling my senses making me want to give in even more. Somehow, his scent of leather and icy pines evokes a sense of safety in me that encourages me to let go.
No, that can’t be right. We have an alliance, but he isn’t safe. No matter that he stood up for me at the bar and is working to entrap his father to avenge mine. We are still at the core, enemies?—
Holy fuck bunnies on a pogo stick, I am going to come.
My teeth grit as my vision blackens, though my eyes are open.
Kaison’s gaze burns into me like a brand, daring me to react, to succumb to the escalating chaos he has orchestrated.
Desperation claws at me as I struggle to maintain a fa?ade of composure, to keep from giving in to the maddening pleasure that threatens to consume me. As conversations carry on around me, I remain ensnared in a secret battle.
My inner muscles clench and flutter, pushing me closer. . . higher. . .
Kaison's gaze pierces through me, his grin growing wider with each passing second. The sensation between my legs intensifies, pushing me to unravel right there at the banquet table. I shoot him a warning glare, silently begging for him to help me escape this humiliating predicament.
“I think I need to excuse myself,” I say weakly, quietly.
“Are you sure you can walk?” Kaison asks with false concern. Underneath, he is brimming with mirth.
“Of course,” I growl. I begin to stand and the panties move to hit me directly on my swollen, sensitive clit and a rush of liquid escapes me along with a strangled moan.
“Oh dear, you better sit,” Kaison says, tugging me down. I’m unable to resist, now that I know there is zero chance I will make it to the ladies' lounge to finish this out in peace.
Thankfully, no one is paying attention to us.
When I hit the seat again, the vibrating part of the panties push into my most intimate needy bits and now it’s stuck there. I’m desperate for a finger, a dick to fill me up. Hell, I’d take the eraser side of a pencil as long as it penetrates me where I need it.
Oh fae lords, I’m going to come right here, right now, at the table of fairies.
A napkin dabs at my brow. “You're wet,” Kaison whispers, his breath caressing the sensitive skin of my neck.
My body listens to him, another rush of desire coating the panties and slicking my thighs.
Kaison’s other gloved hand falls to my leg, pulling it aside, forcing my legs open. They obey him as if he is master of my senses. The vibration presses tight directly on my clit piercing. The intensity jacks up so high and so fast, I become light-headed.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck .
The pressure of the panties on my clit is almost unbearable, the sensation sharp and unrelenting.
Kaison seems to be enjoying my discomfort, leaning in until his scent surrounds me in a drugging cloud. “That’s it,” he murmurs against my ear. “Let me see you come in front of all these people, my gothic goddess.”
He breaks me.
My vision fogs as I come, internally shuddering, splintering, coming apart.
Breath hitching, the temptation to arch my back and scream out in pleasure is nearly unbearable. My eyes flutter as the pulsating vibrations from the panties continue to overwhelm me, dragging out my orgasm and pushing it to last longer than it rightfully should.
Kaison’s hand flexes on my thigh, agitation radiating through his fingers though the rest of him remains unchanged.
The vibrating panties slow their pace, releasing me from their grip as my body comes down from the edge.
Drawing in deep, ragged breaths, I manage to get some control over my body again. But fuck if my thighs and dress aren’t soaked now.
It’s time I make my excuses and get the hell out of here. Just as I’m about to rise, the panties start up with another whirr of power, causing my entire body to shudder as I grip the table for stability.
Casting a look at Kaison whose eyes are two hungry dark pools of obsidian, I realize that while I may be done, he’ s not.