“You don’t have the balls,” I realize with a sneer.
His eyebrows lift high.
“You’ll regret saying that,” he whispers between us on a warm breath.
My smile slices harder. “Promises, promises,” I coo to him.
Big hands slide down my curves, and a shiver races after them. His calloused touch is like fire blazing over my hips, ass, thighs. And then he’s kneeling at my feet. I feel like a goddess. I brought him to his knees with ease.
In the end, he’ll be the one filled with regret. Even if I can’t seem to reach the dark magic inside myself, I’ve already loosened my bindings enough to form a plan.
His mouth is just a hot breath away from the lace of my panties. Dark, devious eyes peer up at me, blocking out any other person or sound or thing. For a tension-held moment, it’s only me and this mysterious Carnal. He’s as captivating as the faint magic that lives inside of me. His gaze is as lost as that magic too.
And he’s all I think about as his lips part, and his mouth covers my sex from over the thinnest layer of black lace. Heat explodes across my sensitive skin, and the press of his tongue rolling over my mound is enough to tear the gasp from my throat and steal away all of my air as well as my thoughts.
What are you doing!?My logical, exasperated mind yells.
But I don’t hear it.
Waves of sensuous tingling glides through my core, my very soul. It’s a consuming command like he himself could make me cum with a single press of his dirty mouth against my body.
I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never been so lost in the touch of a man.
The moan that shakes over my lips is uncontrollable. But it does cause realization to strike. My eyes flash open wide, and a wicked smile curves his lips as he laps over my clit once more.
A shudder of a breath slips out, but I have to remember the objective here. Even if he is really,reallygood at distracting me.
My legs shift around him as he works his talented mouth. When my thighs press around his head, he only smiles harder, his lashes closing as if he’s enjoying the way he makes me squirm. But I’m focused now... entirely... fuck, he’s good at that...
Focus!
My thighs clamp firmer around him. I’m locked in against him. Rough stubble meets my smooth flesh. And then I tighten my legs even more.
Around his neck.
Wide eyes flash open. The firm press of his hands becomes a frantic clawing. He can’t breathe. My thighs tighten. His sputtering gasp is warm across my damp pussy. Those dark, chaotic eyes are no longer sultry but vengeful.
He isn’t afraid. He’s furious.
And I know, when he wakes, he’ll want me dead.
Just one more name to add to my list of who to watch my back around in this vicious kingdom.
But it’s him or me.
And it’s not going to be me.
With one more quick press of tension, his lashes flutter. And then I part my legs and let him drop with a heavy thud. My feet fling up, and my ankles catch me on the highest part of the pole. My fists flex, and my arms break the bindings holding me hostage at my new spider-like position.
I crawl backward to put more space between me and the dozens of surprised onlookers.
“If that one’s your leader,” I shout to them over murmuring voices, “you should really look into getting a more competent leader of hazing. If its leader of orgasms you’re looking for, then yes, I agree, he is definitely your guy. But very poor hazing skills. Two out of ten. I’ve had better.” A few of them look up at me with angry scowls, but for the most part, confusion seems to be their emotion of choice.
I just don’t care. Especially as I fling myself out into the cool night air, leap away from the carousel, and stride quickly from their little party.
Their leader will find me again when he comes to. I’ll be ready... As soon as I find my pants.
But more importantly, I’ll never let him lay a hand on my little sister.