Could we really have gotten so lucky as to find Dayton’s mate here in this bar? “Where do you feel it?”
He shakes his head back and forth, a golden braid falling loose from behind his ear. “Lower.”
I move my hand down his chest. “Here?”
“No, lower.”
My fingers cascade down his stomach. I suppose there’s something to be said about gut feelings. “Here?”
“Lower.” His voice is deep and raspy.
I scan the bar. All the beautiful fae here. Which one calls to him? My hand automatically drifts lower, until I realize my fingers are stroking the outline of his steel-hard cock.
“Right there,” he says, groaning pleasurably.
“Dayton!” I remove my hand to slap him, but he catches my wrist, then twirls me in front of him before playfully pulling me against his chest.
“Sorry, love.” He laughs. “I couldn’t help myself. And besides, why shouldn’t I feel it there? Shouldn’t I want to fuck my mate beyond all sense?”
I scowl. “So, you didn’t feel anything?”
“No flowering feelings here. I just really want to fuck someone.”
I huff out a breath as we continue dancing. “No wonder. There are so many beautiful people here.” And I already know Dayton doesn’t discriminate between them. To him, everyone is a potential partner. “And they’re hardly wearing any clothes.”
“If that interests you, let me take you to another room, one where clothes are optional.” He pulls back with a devious gaze. “But we already know you’re fond of watching.”
I gasp and try to pull away from him. It flashes again in my mind: he and Farron together. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know.” He grips my jaw with his hand. “Next time, don’t leave so quickly. You missed me licking the cum from his chest.”
My knees tremble and I think I might faint. I probably couldn’t even stand if he weren’t holding me.
“And round two, which was even rougher.” Dayton’s wet mouth moves to my ear. “Between you and me, I think you watching turned him on. I know I liked it.”
I flutter my eyes closed. “Round two?”
“You’ve never had fae cock before, little blossom.” His mouth moves to my neck, his sharp teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. “There’s no limit to the number of times I could make you come.”
A sultry fantasy rushes through my veins, the impulse to shed my garments and let him ravage my body on this dance floor. I inhale sharply as I imagine what could be, a whimper escaping from my quivering lips.
Dayton pushes me away, and I open my eyes to see him laughing, gazing down at me with a distant, cocky grin. “Or one of these lucky bastards. And while I doubt any of them are skilled like me, all fae dick’s pretty good. Trust me, I’ve tried a lot.”
I feel dizzy, rejected and frustrated. Why does he feel the need to tease me? It’s clear he doesn’t want me. Why do I keep falling for it?
“Right,” I say. “Though I doubt any of them would want me.”
“You truly must be unobservant,” Dayton says. “People have been looking over here all night.”
“At you.” I gesture to him.
He shakes his head. “At you! I don’t know if I want to kiss Astrid for what she did to you or ban her from being in your presence ever again. What’s with that grumpy face?”
“Can you not talk about kissing Astrid?”
He gives me a rueful smirk. “Deal, but I think it’s the time of night that we go our separate ways. Find a fae and get him to take you to a private room. Donotleave this bar. Meet me by this fountain in two hours. Deal?”
“So, you’re also…”