Page 18 of Eternal Obsession

My eyes wandered back to Alex and his harlot. Strolling over to them, I topped up Alex’s goblet, which stood empty on the side table next to the bed. Peering down at the girl, I reached over to pull out her hair tie, freeing her curls to cascade over her face and shoulders. Perspiration shimmered over her body.

Face flushed, Alex glanced at the cup of rum on the side table again, not reaching for it but wishing he could.

She straddled him.

“Allow me?” I said, reaching for Alex’s cock and with a gentle swiftness, positioning his tip at her entrance and gliding it into her. My fingers tracing her clit as I went, eliciting the deepest sigh—from both—inspiring this sensual scene.

This moment transmuting into something vast and unnameable, sensual and enthralling, drawing us beyond our delicate friendship, that was new and fragile, into a place of surrender.

While she rode Alex, rising and falling with her hair tumbling over her face, I reached for her waist and directed her pace, slowing her, showing how to pleasure him with the rocking of her hips, followed by a forced pounding as I held her shoulders to control the rhythm.

“Very good,” I coaxed, reaching for her breasts, and squeezing her nipples, one and then the other. Showing Alex that she liked this until his hands slipped where mine had been.

Perspiration shimmered over her body.

My thoughts shimmied over Sunaria’s memory. Her voice finding me in the shadows. Take my revenge, my love, show them how exquisite it can be—then snatch their lives without mercy.

Soon.

I leaned toward him, running my fingers through his hair, ruffling it playfully. A mentor proud of this student, admiring his sensual gifts.

I backed off and sat down in the corner chair, watching on as the two mortals thundered toward ecstasy. Admiring the image, I savored the sensuous ambience and brought my cup to my lips, breathing in the full exotic aroma of the thick, warm rum.

It was like witnessing art come alive, a beauty so effortless it stole both breath and thought.

When it was over and Alex was sated, I ordered the girl to leave. She curtsied, accepting several silver coins from me before exiting. Alex lay naked upon the bed, breathless and entirely vulnerable. He was besotted with me. His seduction was complete.

I handed Alex his shirt and sat beside him, buttoning it up for him in silence. When he was ready, we headed out of the room and down into the dark tavern.

“Wait here for me,” I instructed him. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

I headed out into the night, hungry and intending on feeding quickly before returning to my protégé.

Alex sat in the darkest corner of the tavern. With nothing other than his thoughts to keep him company, his musing would soon turn to me. With my hunger satisfied, I returned to find him sulking, bothered that he had been left alone for so long.

“Why could I not come with you?” Alex asked.

I sat opposite him, my cheeks apparently flushed from my feed. “Must you spend every moment with me?” I asked.

Alex frowned.

Someone was staring at me. I turned, surprised to see the young cabin boy Samuel staring back. On recognizing the child, he reminded me of my journey from Spain.

“Daumia?” Alex vied for my attention.

I had only been able to extract and interpret a few mental fragments from the boy’s thoughts, realizing that he knew what I was, but unable to ascertain how.

“Daumia?”

“What?” I said.

“You seem distracted.”

“I was considering your father’s invitation. Inform him I’d be delighted to attend St. Michael’s Ball.”

Alex beamed.

I wanted to run after the young child, though realized how such an imprudent act would appear. I had to let him go.