I whirled, heart pounding, and met the gaze of the real, flesh and blood Peregrine. His mouth was crooked and his eyes burned. The wall had fallen from him, his guards had changed, and he was back. But it wasn’t the tender side, it was the side that burned with envy, the monster that sent my pulse racing.
“Peregrine,” I whispered.
His eyes swept the room and I saw indecision. Then he jerked his head, like he was flicking away a thought, and when he lifted his gaze to mine, I saw him make a choice.
He circled the bed until he stood before me and extended his palm. “Come, Lia?”
My body ached for him, burned for him. My head moved of its own accord, nodding my consent, and he took my fingers in his palm. Leading me slowly to the center of the room with his eyes locked in mine. Then, in a soft rush, he gathered me in his arms and laid me down on the bed.
I glanced to the side, feeling the dozens of eyes on us. My body was relaxed and wet, throbbing with desire, but my mind was crystal clear. And I wanted this…I needed this more than I’d ever needed anything.
I needed to be taken by the beautiful, terrible man who now lay down between my legs and pushed his hands beneath my skirt. My nipples ached as he slid my soaked panties aside and, without even looking at the people gazing at us, he buried his face in my pussy.
My vision burst in a shower of sparks. There was a quiet moan from somewhere far away and I was distantly aware of bodies moving. My legs were bare, my skirt pushed to my waist, and his short beard was rough against my inner thigh. His mouth was soft and my head spun as it plied me. Draining my last shred of resistance.
The dark room was a heartbeat and at the center of it was this beautiful, terrible monster of a man. He was eating me alive, stripping the flesh from my bones. Tearing my mind to pieces with his jealous lust.
And I wanted him to. I wanted him to break me open and pick my mind like a vulture on a corpse. I wanted to be his angel, his ecstasy, his everything, and his nothing. If I never did anything but worship this man for the rest of my life, I would find the sickest kind of shameful pleasure in that. And it would satisfy me like nothing had ever satisfied me before.
“Come for me, kitten,” he moaned, dragging his mouth against my inner thigh. “Let them all watch while you writhe on my tongue.”
Hot, wetness slipped over my clit and his tongue worked me until my hips trembled. I was acutely aware of the pleasure building deep in my body, of the tightening of my stomach. And I was painfully aware of being watched. Of having all of these eyes on me, waiting for my moment of ecstasy.
It was building like a storm. I rolled my head to the side and my gaze locked with Merrick’s and then with Cosimo’s as his hand worked beneath Lorenza’s dress. They were all watching us with interest and a hint of admiration. My lashes fluttered, arousal moving through it like waves on a shoreline.
My eyes rolled back and fell on Lucien, who had appeared at the eleventh hour and stood languishing in the doorway, his arms crossed. He was looking at Peregrine with a tired expression, like nothing surprised him anymore.
An orgasm sparked, hitting me before I knew what was happening. My spine clenched and I arced, rising an inch from the bed. The cry in my throat was too powerful to swallow and it split the room like a knife. Closing my eyes, I gave everything up and came for him the way I knew he craved.
Hard and long, wailing out my pleasure as he sucked and flicked my pussy. My orgasm whipped through me, throbbing like a drum, and left me spent. My thighs shuddered and I let them fall open. Too weak to try and hide myself from the room.
Peregrine gripped me, closing my thighs around his head. Shielding my sex from the room. Even in this moment of passion when we were both drunk on being watched, he still kept me for his own. That realization sent a wash of comfort, a strange sensation of safety, through my body.
Peregrine pulled back and flipped me, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I was on my hands and knees before him, looking out at the dim faces of everyone around us. Their bodies moved slowly as they ground against each other, the light flickering from naked shoulders, bare arms, and bent throats. Someone was moaning and someone else was panting in tandem.
Peregrine shifted my skirt, lifting it just enough to bare my pussy to him. I heard the clink of his belt and my nipples burned with desperation. I needed him inside me, I needed him to claim me here in front of everyone. To make me so totally his there would never be any doubt in my mind who possessed me.
So that I would always know I belonged to him alone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
PEREGRINE
I’d fucked her dozens of times, but tonight felt like the first time all over again. She trembled, so wet it glistened on her thighs. The soft flesh of her pussy was flushed and swollen and ready for me. As her slick heat enveloped my cock, drawing me in, my mind went truly blank for the first time since we’d set foot in this room.
She was such a good girl, so broken, so compliant. As I sank to the hilt in her soft wetness, her spine arced and she cried out in desperation.
My body slid over her, pinning her on the bed beneath me. Her hips jerked as I pressed into her until her muscles relaxed and I slid all the way inside. Her pussy pulsed and I brushed her hair aside and bit the nape of her neck. Sinking my teeth into her flesh.
Then, holding her steady with my teeth, I fucked her hard and slow.
The room stilled. I felt the collectively gathered breath and I heard the soft rustles die down. From the corner of my vision, I saw every eye on us. Watching with open mouths and slack jaws as I fucked my wife like the pretty, little slut she was. And her silky pussy took me as she moaned aloud her pleasure to the entire room like a perfect, beautiful angel.
I released her, licking over the bite mark on her neck. Straightening, I wound my hand in her soft hair and drew her head back. Her eyes flew open as I gripped her jaw, turning her out to face our audience.
“Watch them,” I urged. “Do you see how what it does to them to see you get fucked like this? Tell them who you belong to.”
She stiffened, but I felt a moan vibrate beneath my palm.