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“Oh, I ain’t dying,” Wilder assures, turning for the showroom of sex toys. “Not when I can play with sex toys. Now mosey on up there, and I’ll wait.”
Fucking dangerous, deep, defiant asshole with sexy dimples. No wonder Harlow can’t stop hating him.
Smoothing my dress, I hurry up the final flight of stairs. But my feet start to falter as I quietly sneak down the dark hallway on the third floor.
Because that’s what this suddenly feels like:sneaking.
Why?
The antique pine floors gleam in the dim light of the brass sconces, glowing against the caviar-black walls. The Victorian era gilded trim around the ceiling and doors glints in the soft light. The gold capitals over the black columns, framing the door at the end of the hall, beckon. I approach the ominous door,barely cracked open, a sliver of flickering light slicing through the shadows.
But it’s not the elegant motif drawing me closer.
It’s the obscene sounds.
Goose bumps bloom over my flesh at the satisfied woman’s moans. I stifle my gasp at an aggressive man’s grunts.Wait, no.It’s two men. They resonate, rough and raw, as soft groans lull, along with the squishy noise of something yielding to the weight of shifting bodies.
Bodiesfucking.
I know the sounds.
They conjure something deep inside me. Something that floods me with arousalandfear. I don’t hear Jace. That wasn’t his ardent grunt, but I know he’s in the room.
Where else could he be, and what has he already told me?
Group sex. A band of brothers. Uniting. Bonding. Claiming. Queens receiving. Taking. Touching.
Coming.
Dripping.
Oh my god, I am.
My sex responds to what my mind imagines is on the other side of that door. I can’t stop myself. I feel like I’m floating out of my aroused body, watching my fingertips gently push the warm wooden door, letting it crack open enough for me to see a huge, low, black leather platform.
Like a bed for an orgy.
It’s what I see in front of me. Some people I recognize, their writhing, sweaty, naked, inked bodies are a luscious shock to my system, the sight igniting my clit.
It’s Sire, hungrily eating Wren’s pussy. It’s Ruby, shamelessly drooling over Axel’s cock. It’s Grant, fucking Delphine on all fours. She’s panting and gazing at Nick, who’s fucking Zar, hisdick bouncing hard as they watch some couple who look vaguely familiar.
Loch and Alena: the logic hits me.
It’s Alena straddling Loch, who’s hungrily sucking her ample breast.
But it’s the sight behind them, looming on the other side of the platform, that grabs my heart.
Jace.
Standing alone.
His starched shirt unbuttoned. His dark pants tent with a raging erection. But his beautiful eyes: they’re in a storm of pain.
I remember what he said.
“It hurt to see everyone else in love while I was alone. It was so goddamn bittersweet watching kings find their queens while mine’s been sitting right in front of me, but I couldn’t have her.”
Swinging the door open, I don’t think it through. I feel his pain and need to rush to him, to hold him.
