23. Willow
Chapter 23
Willow
T he enchanted spectacles returned Legion’s memories. Now, he’s using them to teach Bodin how to pleasure me. He won’t touch me, but he won’t leave me wanting. My confusing, diverting thoughts are pushed aside when Legion guides Bodin’s slick fingertip to my swollen clit. I release a long, deep moan.
“She is most sensitive here,” Legion instructs. “Lick, tease, play with this.”
“Nip?” Bodin asks.
“Yes,” I plead, but they’re not listening to me. They know they have me. I am theirs.
Bodin increases his speed, deepening his pressure, and I cry out as more pleasure builds within me. I fist his shirt and pant, “Again.”
“Mm,” Bodin grunts in agreement. “Most sensitive.”
They mutter amongst themselves, hotly discussing how to test my desire, how to explore my body for erogenous zones, and how to ensure I come hard and hopelessly in their arms every time. Through the fog of desire, I register the changing tune. This new song is slower in tempo as if the musicians tapped into our mood. I feel so good. Legion’s fingers trace lazy circles on my collarbone. His eyes focus downward as Bodin’s hand moves beneath my dress, his finger finding a rhythm, building hot, coiled tension within me.
My lazy lashes flutter open. My lust-drunk gaze wanders aimlessly.
Most people dance closely like us now, bodies entwined, hips gyrating, and mouths clashing. As if reading my mind, Bodin’s mouth falls to my neck again. He licks and laves hungrily. Legion’s hand fists in my hair. Inadvertently, my gaze lands on a familiar face—only yards away from the dais. Alfie’s red hair looks black at night, but there’s no mistaking the dark swathe of jealousy in his eyes.
A wave of irritation suppresses my desire. What right does he have to look at me like that? Even now, he stands amongst a bevy of mortal and fae females. Charms sparkle on his swinging Chaser chain. I almost think he’ll storm over here and demand I am freed, but a blond female tugs his face to hers and kisses him. He returns the kiss with passion but keeps his eyes on me.
I feel nothing. No spike of envy, nothing beyond the chagrin that the sight of him interrupted my pleasure. Bodin growls at my inattention, captures my mouth with his, and swallows my whimpers as he withdraws his finger from my clit. I whimper at the loss, but then he calls on the shadows to hide us from view and plunges two into my pussy so firmly that I lift onto my toes. I am shoved back against Legion.
“You’re ours,” he growls, biting my lower lip hard enough to cause pain.
I feel Legion move behind me, perhaps searching for the source of Bodin’s troubled claim, but then Bodin’s thumb finds my clit. Every time his fingers enter me, filling me deliciously, that thumb hits my sensitive nerves. Sparks fly. Heat unfurls. I am thrown back into this heady world, caught between two walls of hot-blooded males. Legion might refuse to join in, but his erection digs into my back. His breathing is as labored as Bodin’s, watching as I’m worked closer to climax, tighter and tighter. I whimper helplessly, thrusting into him, chasing my high.
“Harder,” I gasp. Beg. “And my . . .”
Bodin kneads my aching breast with his free hand. Grunts, gasps, into my mouth.
“I want to taste her. I want—” He rams his hard length into my hip, and I moan. He’s thick and needy for me.
“Yes,” I pant, reaching down to stroke him. “I want to taste you too.”
“Not here,” Legion warns. “At home. But she comes first.” Then, more softly, “Always.”
As if he’s punishing my mouth for denying his cock, Bodin drives his tongue deep. Legion’s shoulder against my head perfectly supports him as he dominates me. I feel devoured. Owned.
Fair warning, love. Bodin’s going to love this mouth.
Legion’s grip tightens over Bodin’s hand on my breast. Heat fires from my nipple to my womb. My orgasm rips through me so intensely I see stars. A hot, salty mouth swallows my hoarse cry. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me. I soak Bodin’s fingers. The wetness is slick down my thighs, but I can’t stop thrusting into him. I am almost embarrassed, chasing the throes of sensation, except I know he loves this. Legion, too, despite his hurtful words. They’re eating my moans with their stilted breaths, almost whimpering themselves.
Bodin slowly drags his fingers from my still-quivering pussy. Hot, bedroom eyes become black as he slides a glistening fingertip along my parted lower lip. I taste myself, and it makes something snap within him. An animal, a beast, stares out at me.
Then he licks his wet finger and growls, “You taste good.”
“Like what.” Legion’s quiet demand is laced with hunger.
“See for yourself.” Bodin winks at me as he offers his hand to Legion.
A wave of something hot barrels through my chest. He saw how Legion’s rejection hurt me. Is this him pushing back?
Legion’s grip tightens painfully on my arms. His erection digs into me so hard it hurts. I gasp at the flash of pain. Then Legion releases an arrogant snarl at Bodin’s challenge. Holding my breath, I half expect Legion’s hand to plunge between my thighs, to wet his own fingers, or for him to walk away stubbornly with nothing. It seems like something he would do. Instead, he grabs Bodin’s hand and leans over my shoulder to suck on his glistening thumb—the same one that worked me to climax.
Seeing Legion react to my taste is my new favorite thing. I watch, mesmerized, as he licks my arousal from Bodin—inches from my face. When he’s done, he draws back. Takes a moment to breathe through flared nostrils. Not the savoring Fox did, but a gathering of decorum. As if he’s about to lose all sense of control. Shadows hide my dark angel’s eyes, but then he moves to my side to show me his glare. But scowling eyes only make him look sexier.
“What?” I shrug innocently, my lips twitching in amusement.
“I’m unsure who has marked who now,” he grumbles.
“Does it matter?”
His lips curve, eyes knowing. “Calamity, indeed.”
My smile drops when Bodin’s shadows fall from around us and a path directly to Styx is revealed through the dancers. It’s as though swaying limbs synchronized to make way for this moment. Unmoving, he stares at me—at us —with a dead expression while two women paw and grind against his body like he’s covered with an aphrodisiac. One is a gorgeous, tall brunette wearing a sparkling negligee for a dress. The second is a redhead dressed in what seems to be pearlescent body paint. I know because every swipe of her hand and body leaves residue on Styx’s naked torso.
He glances between Bodin, Legion, and myself and then turns away, but not before I catch the flicker of pain in his eyes. Left out. Forgotten. Guilt slams into me hard as a wave of people hides him from view.
“Fuck,” Bodin frowns, scrubbing a hand down his face.
Legion answers with a growl of disapproval. “I forbade him.”
“Forbade him what?” I ask, heart racing, eyes searching among the shadowy, moving heads for another glimpse of Styx.
He hasn’t gone far but now has his tongue deep down a woman’s throat. The painted female still crowds him, her hands deep inside his pants. But it’s his posture that cuts me to the core. His shoulders are slumped and tense at once.
For a moment, I don’t see Styx. I see Fox feeding on Irisa. That moment on the sofa when his arms were spread wide along the backrest, and his head thrown back, staring at the sky, waiting for her to finish using his body for release. I see his shame because he thought feeding made him a monster. The act produces some kind of erotic byproduct that has their victims hardly knowing what’s happening as their souls are seduced out of their mouths. There is no other way to gain sustenance for Sluagh except to murder, and Fox never wanted me to see it—any of it.
I see red.
Fury burns the last vestiges of desire from my body. My feet are crossing the dancefloor before I can stop myself. I have no conscious thought driving my actions, only rage. Rage that the Six were created to feed like this. Rage that the act produces an aphrodisiac, forcing them to subject themselves to unwanted sexual advances.
“What is it, then?” I asked Fox. “What is true freedom for you?”
His sad eyes collided with mine. “Unconditional love.”
Two feet away from Styx, my rage erupts. I grab each female’s hair and yank backward, shrieking, “Get off him!”
I smash their heads together. Make their noses bleed. Someone shouts, “Fight!” and then pandemonium erupts.