“Pleasestop saying that word,” begged Anabel. She turned to Wynter. “How do you do it?”
“What?” asked Wynter, cutting into her steak.
“Stay so calm and chill when you know a guy is watching you,” replied Anabel. “Don’t say you haven’t noticed Cain staring at you. You totally have.”
Wynter sniffed. “He’s trying to make me squirm with that unblinking stare.”
“He’s also fucking you with it,” said Xavier. “And he’s not being subtle. People have taken notice. I’m thinking he’s doing it so publicly to send a message.”
Yeah, she was thinking the same thing. And she wasn’t sure if she liked it or hated it.
Soon, the dirty dishware and leftover food was collected and taken away. The performers then reappeared. Some did a short dance routine while the band set up shop in the corner of the large space. Once they were done, a stilt walker grabbed a mic and invited people to ‘come on down.’ The band began to play, and the stilt walker belted out song after song.
Some guests left the spectator section and headed to the performance space, which soon became a makeshift dance floor. Others were content to remain in their seats, still clapping and singing along. Wynter and her crew did the latter … until Delilah drained her drink and jumped to her feet as she said, “Here’s where we go dance and show all the boys what we got.”
Anabel grimaced. “I’m going to nix that and—no, Del,I don’t want to,you can’t make me.”
“True, I can’t. But if we leave you alone, that lycan Alpha is gonna come over and—”
Anabel shot to her feet, glowering. “This is some fucking bullshit right here.”
Delilah just snickered.
All five of them made their way to the ‘dance floor.’ Hattie brought out her best moves, none of which were ladylike. Delilah mimicked every move, egging the old woman on. Wynter and Xavier stayed close to Anabel, who slowly but surely thawed out until she wasowningthat dance floor.
Wynter blinked as the lights dimmed low and mist began to haze the air.
Delilah grinned. “And this is where it hopefully gets good.”
Anabel actually whooped, having lost her inhibitions somewhere along the line, and kept on dancing to the thumping music.
The mist became thicker and thicker and thicker, until Wynter could no longer see her crew. It didn’t help that it was dark and—
Hands clamped on her hips as someone plastered their front to her back. Warm lips touched her ear. “There you are.”
Her heart slammed into her ribcage, and she inhaled sharply. She knew that voice.Cain.His breath stirred the little hairs on her ear, making a delicate shudder run through her.
“You knew I’d come for you, didn’t you?” His hands slid down her outer thighs to snake beneath her dress. “And you knew what would happen when I did.” He dragged his fingertips up her inner thighs, digging them into her skin, dragging her dress upward as he did so. “You want this. Don’t you?”
Wynter reached back and slipped her hand between them. She cupped his dick and, finding it delightfully hard and thick, gave it a squeeze. “That answer your question?”
He growled and bit into her neck, ghosting his fingers over her panties. “I don’t know what it is about you … but I want to mark you the fuck up. Your skin. Your pussy. Your very soul.”
Pleasuresweptover her being like a firm, warm, electrically charged hand. Her back arched, and she sucked in a breath. JesusChrist.It was like being touched …everywhere.
Static danced over her skin and raised the hairs on her flesh as her body came alive. Her nipples throbbed, her muscles flexed, her nerve-endings turned hypersensitive, and her pussy clenched as if full … only she’d never been more acutely aware of how empty she was.
“Maybe I’ll feel less possessive after I’ve come deep inside you,” he said. “I guess we’ll soon see.”
She thrust her hips toward the fingers still doing featherlight brushes over her panties. “Cain.” A breath stuttered out of her as one hand snaked around her throat. Her lips tingled as his thumb swept over them. She bit the digit, and his cock pulsed against her palm.
“I’m not just going to fuck you, sweet witch. I’m going to ruin you. Corrupt you. Consume you.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear. “You’ll break. You’ll cry. You’ll feel like you’re mine.”
An electric wave of pleasure once more swept over her soul, snatching the breath from her lungs. Wynter’s head flew back. God, her skin was suddenly like one giant hot spot. She’d never felt so sensitivein her life.Ever. Her buzzing nerve-endingsscreamedto be touched, stroked, scratched—
Another surge of pleasure. And another. And another. And another.
She lost herself. Lost all awareness of everything around her, except for him; for the hand collaring her throat and anchoring her to the world.