Deceived (18 page)

When he ended the kiss, he took my hand and led me on
to the dance floor. I followed
behind him as we made our way through the congested crowd. Aiden raised a hand to the DJ and the current beat was replaced with Usher’s
There Goes My Baby
. His
hand wrapped around my waist and
drew
me toward him, a sexy glint in his blue eyes. Our bodies
began to move in sync,
our lower regions
rubbing
against each other as we lost ourselves in the music.

We rocked and swayed, hands on each other bodies, pure hunger evident in our eyes. Towards the end of the song, Aiden
leaned
in for another kiss while the surrounding couples
gyrated
against us
.
Their touches were like an erotic fire driving my desire over the top. The entire atmosphere changed from fun to sensual. Lava filled my veins spread
ing
within me like one long, delightful caress as I watched the men and woman dance suggestively against each other.

“Would you like a drink?” Aiden leaned in to whisper in my ear. I nodded and followed him through the throng of people. A sitting area was off to the right where couples cuddled and made out. Off to the left were privacy rooms, something almost every vampire club had so they could feed or screw in discretion. The thing about vampires was their libidos were almost as
powerful
as their inhuman strength
.
Aiden mentioned how drinking human blood was a sort of aphrodisiac, it heightened all of their senses.

Aiden told the bartender our drink orders and then focused on my outfit, his eyes running up and down me. “You look breathtaking, my Gwen.” His hand rested around my waist but trailed down to cup my ass. I should have been embarrassed about our little intimate dance and the show of PDA, but the club had a way of making you not give a shit about all the insecurities you’d normally feel.

“And you,” I began as I allowed my eyes to roam over his casual clothes. “Look like a sexy bad boy.” A smile spread across my lips as his mouth lifted into a grin.

The bartender slid our drinks to us, and Aiden threw cash on the bar. Taking our drinks, we made our way over to a corner booth. The seats were covered in
what looked like velvet.
Black lights hid behind the molding, bathing us in the same eerie glow as the dance floor.

I settled in close to Aiden and lifted my glass to my lips. The mojito was crisp, the mint perfectly balanced with the rum. “So, this wasn’t exactly the place I was expecting. Isn’t it a little dangerous for a witch to be hanging out in a vampire club?” I set my glass down and looked up at my vampire. His eyes were focused on something across the way, but at my question, he looked back at me.

“Those sorts of vampires are not allowed in Thorn. Not all of us are bloodthirsty monsters, Gwen.” I frowned at his tone but understood the emotion. I’d been complaining about my safety and looking at the war from only the witch side.  The truth was, innocent vampires were
in just
as much danger.

“Actually, I’m sure most of the vampires here are more afraid of you than you are of them. Most are young and aren’t looking for
the kind of trouble that
will end up
getting them killed.” Aiden lifted his glass filled with a dark red liquid and took a long drink.

“Hey,” I said to draw his attention towards me. “I didn’t mean anything by my comment, it’s just—things are fragile right now.”

His hand
grasped mine as he leaned in to
kiss my forehead. “I know,
my Gwen.” He took a deep breath.
“I thought you deserved a night of fun. I can’t imagine what the NAWC has been putting you through, so tonight, no talk of war or brew. Tonight it’s you and me, a normal couple in a club enjoying each other’s company.”

I smiled wide. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all month.”

With a quick motion, Aiden
lifted me
onto his lap. My legs straddled either side of him while his hands roamed up the length of my body. The lighting in the club gave the illusion of privacy, but the vampires would be able to see what we were doing, and I didn’t care. Various couples were in the process of the same thing.

Leaning down, I brought my lips to Aiden’s. I freed my mind of any anxiety I had with PDA and just focused on him. His energy buzzed to life and wrapped around me, my flesh sizzled with want.

My dress inched further up my thighs as his hands traveled over my legs. With a frustrated moan, I eased his hands back down and fixed my dress. I guess not all inhibitions had been thrown out the window. I didn’t mind straddling him and making out, but I wouldn’t expose my ass to a crowd of at least two hundred.

Aiden chuckled at my shyness, but that didn’t stop him from snaking his hands under the fabric of my dress to cup my ass. The music switched to another slow, sensual song. There was something about the slow beat of an R&B song made me feel sexy. It was like the music guided my movements as the slow, sexy rhythm pumped through my body.  From the feel of the hardness between Aiden’s legs, he was enjoying the lap dance as much as I was. At the moment my mind was free. Not a speck of the NAWC, Ian, the war or Dorian occupied my thoughts. I was so enthralled with Aiden I didn’t even worry about the club full of vampires. It was just him and me in the room.

Aiden
scooted out of the booth, with me still on his lap,
and made a beeline for the private rooms. When he set me down, we were in a ten by ten room with a couch against the wall. The room was
pretty
dark except for the ceiling
which
twinkled with fiber optic lights made to look like stars.

The lock clicked, and then Aiden was on me. My back hit the wall while his hand gripped my arms above my head. He trailed is nose up my neck, shivers danced across my skin. His lips paused at my ear. “I crave you more than anything, my Gwen.”

My breathing increased. My chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Aiden trailed a finger down my chest, pausing between my breasts. The anticipation of what
he was going to do was like my own personal drug. The intensity of not knowing his next move was erotic and exciting.

His finger disappeared from my skin, and I frowned. He laughed, and my frown deepened. He could see me as clear
ly
as if the lights were on but I couldn’t see him. “Could you please conjure candles, ice, a blanket and two strips of fabric?”

My eyebrow arched. “Why?”

“You’ll see,” he said playful
ly
.

I didn’t want to wait and see. I wanted him to take me now. With an annoyed huff, I concentrated on my magic and conjured the items he listed. Items conjured were never permanent, they eventual
ly
would wither into nothingness—nothing was free. I just hoped he’d get around to using them before that happened.
Granted those items lasted for at least a day, but I was feeling a bit impatient.

The flicking of the blanket being spread on the floor echoed in the small room. Without my vision everything seemed more heightened.

Aiden clasped my hand. “Lay on the floor.”

I did as I was told and stretched out on the blanket. He got to work at tying each one of my wrist with the strips of fabric to the legs of the sofa. After he was certain my arms weren’t going anywhere, he got up. The ceiling offered little light, but I could make out him bending over and placing the candles around the room.

“Would you mind lighting these?”

Closing my eyes, I envisioned the wicks catching on fire. It took a moment, but the room was cast in the glow of firelight. Aiden walked back over to me and knelt between my legs. The look on his face was stunning. His features were a masterpiece of love, desire and respect, everything you’d want to see in the face of your significant other. We stayed for a few moments just staring at each other.

Aiden
snaked a hand
around my neck and unbuttoned my dress. With gentle hands, he slow
ly
peeled the black fabric down my body. I eyed the bucket of ice with unease.  He leaned over, our lips meeting and parting. The kiss erupted a fire in my stomach. I tried to reach for him, forgetting my arms were bound.

He leaned back, his hands trailing over my breasts, down my stomach, and lifting my leg. His
mouth
got to work
press
ing kisses along my skin. A giggle escaped
me—
my inner thighs were very ticklish. My laughter c
aught in my throat when Aiden
paused at my center, his breath warm against the dark curls. Ignoring the one spot demanding attention, Aiden focused on covering my other leg in kisses. I groaned in frustration, making Aiden laugh. Living for over six hundred years had given him patience. I, on the other hand, was like a petulant child who wanted it now!

“How about you untie me?” I cooed.

“I’m very much enjoying the look of you tied up.” His tongue darted out and licked my skin.

“You know, I could just use magic to break free.” I lifted my head to look at him.

“But you won’t, you’re too curious what I’m going to do next.”

My head dropped to the floor, and I blew a breath out. He was right, I was curious, but sexual torture had to be the worst/best kind of torture. My body was ready for action the moment we stepped onto the dance floor.

With slow, calculated movements, Aiden’s hands grasped the bottom of his shirt and tugged it over his head. His chest and stomach were absolute perfection. My eyes devoured his sculpted
pecs
and traveled lower to his rippling six pack abs.

Tearing a strip off his shirt, he tied it around my eyes. “Without your vision, your other senses will be stronger.” I could just make out the shadow of him once the makeshift blindfold was firm
ly
in place. The thought of what I must look like brought a giggle to my lips. Naked and tied to the legs of a sofa with a torn shirt covering my eyes—priceless.

My breath caught in my throat when I felt Aiden’s lips on my breasts. His tongue darted out and circled my excited nipple while his hand massaged the other. If he was trying to make me spontaneous
ly
combust, he was very close to succeeding.

Moans escaped my lips while my chest rose and fell in an excited pant. I couldn’t use my hands to touch him, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use my legs, maybe
that
’d excite him enough he’d grow inpatient as well.

Lifting my legs, I curled them around his waist and gyrated my hips against his erection. A deep grunt echoed through the room while I worked on teasing him into submission. With a hard
thrust
, Aiden grinded into my center. Sometime during the temptation he removed his jeans, and the thin cotton of his underwear was the on
ly
barrier between me and paradise.

“Aiden,” I breathed, hoping calling his
name would alert him to my need.
My lips lifted into a smile when he released a deep breath. It seemed he was having trouble being patient as well—good.

“You tricky minx. How dare you use my weakness for you against me?” Aiden snorted and withdrew from my body. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I’d come so close.

“Just for that,” Aiden teased as a cold, wet chunk of ice was trailed down my body, beginning in between my breasts and traveling south. The sensation of the coldness on my hot flesh was a
exhilarating.
I was sure if I could see, steam would be rising from my skin.

He withdrew the ice from my body.
I choked out a gasp when his mouth continued
licking and delving my folds
, the ice now in his mouth
. My back arched, a
moan dancing on my lips as his mouth worked at driving me over the edge. His fingers replaced his tongue, the friction warmed the coolness the ice cube left. I tugged against my restraints as he buried his long fingers within me and wiggled them.

“Oh, yes,” I
moaned
as desire built. Just as I was
reach
ing orgasm, he
withdrew
his fingers. I grumbled in annoyance, finally understanding the term blue balls.

Two hard knocks sounded on the door. “Occupied,” Aiden called.

“Mr.
La’rue
would like to speak with you and your companion,” a woman’s voice answered. Aiden closed his eyes and muttered something in Italian. “Tell him we’ll be right there.” Whoever this
Mr.
La’rue
was
guys was, Aiden didn’t seem happy to see him.

“Don’t make him wait,” the woman warned.

“What’s going on?” I asked. Aiden untied my blindfold and with a hard pull, ripped the material binding my wrists.

“Aaron
La’rue
is here and has requested a meeting with us.” His voice sounded almost nervous—Aiden didn’t get nervous easily.