Lover Enraptured: Thieves of Aurion, Book 2 (22 page)

Jerrick glanced to the nearest couple. The ginger-haired Dom reclined in his seat, his sub bouncing away on his cock, her mouth open in a perpetual O of ecstasy. They weren’t the only ones lost in the throes of rapture. The next lounge over, another Dom had his sub bent over a cushion, his cock plowing into her from behind. In fact, a quick scan showed the entire room to be immersed in some type of frisky sexual activity or another. Even the male sub was greedily gobbling his master’s stout cock.

The wet slap of flesh on flesh burned into Jerrick’s brain. Fired his blood. His magic was reacting to the excess, itching to burst free and absorb the sexual energy charging the air. He groaned and mopped his face.

This place was going to fucking kill him. But no more so than the heady enticement of the woman next to him. He was excruciatingly aware of every inch of Avily. The oxygen she breathed. The luscious arousal she exuded. She was the embodiment of sex, love and lust. Everything he craved to the marrow of his bones.

His hand slid to her thigh, brushing her silky skin. The catch of her breath was an erotic symphony to his ears.

“Your sub is attempting to top you from the bottom.” Francesca’s voice held equal amounts of amusement and reprimand.

“I…” Avi’s tongue peeked out and swept her lips as his fingers grew bolder and stroked over the lace of her panties. Her crotch was soaked.

The knowledge speared a fierce hunger low in his belly. He stared into her eyes, silently demanding her to command him. If she said the word, he’d bury his mouth between her legs and gorge on her until she lost count of how many times she came.

Command me.

Avi took a swift breath, the rise of her cleavage tormenting him. “I think you need to taste this lovely punch.”

“Anything you desire, my mistress.” He knew he likely resembled a predatory lion as he situated himself in front of Avi, but damn if he possessed the fortitude to temper the hunger controlling him. He paid no mind to Francesca when she abandoned her perch and moved instead to an adjacent chair. His solitary focus was Avi.

She took a sip from her flute, and his gaze dipped to the droplets of punch glistening on her lips. Moving in, he captured her mouth with his, greedily suckling and licking. Long after the last trace of drink was gone, he continued consuming the sweetness of her, his thirst for her unquenchable. Her tongue played hide and seek from his, but he would have none of that. He pursued, coaxed and cajoled, wore at her defenses until she surrendered with a wispy moan that wrapped like a velvet fist around his cock.

Sliding his mouth to her ear, he nipped the softness of her lobe. “Command me to go down on you.”

A tremor coursed through her, but her hesitation weighed at him. Desperation made him a caged beast. “I need to taste you.”
Sink inside and make you mine.
His own thoughts tormented him. “They don’t need to see. I’ll take you somewhere private. Somewhere I can lay you out and spend hours worshipping you with my mouth.”

Her shaky breath feathered his cheek. “But that won’t suit our purposes, will it?”

Damn it, it would his.

He followed her gaze to the intent stares they were collecting from their randy neighbors. Apparently screwing their brains out didn’t deter the club members from expecting a show in return for the one they provided.

There was no way in hell he and Avi would get out of this room without giving them something to appease their debauched little hearts.

Avi’s nervous trembling clued him in that she’d come to the same conclusion.

Ah hell. No matter how much he longed it to be otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Not how he wanted anyway, with his tongue buried inside her pussy and her clit pulsing beneath his stroking finger.

They were going to have to fake this.

He kissed her again. Caressing her temple, he locked her into his gaze.
Trust me?
he mouthed.

She nodded, her unconditional belief in him ripping him inside out. He reclaimed her lips with a ferocious craving that was far from counterfeit. When it came to his encompassing passion for her, he required no acting.

Getting into her role, Avi unclipped his leash, and hooking her finger through the loop on his collar, urged him up from his knees. She directed him to sit on the chaise. Inching her skirt up slightly, she straddled his lap. Her hands roved his chest, reducing his nerve endings to a quivering mass of sensation in her wake. She played with his nipples, the gentle rake of her nails prodding his groan and an insistent surge of his cock behind his fly. Her eyes devilish, she lightly pinched him between her fingers. “I think we should get these pierced.”

Over my dead body.
Shuddering, he leaned in for another kiss. She held him off with a stern look and a finger pressed to his lips. “More topping from the bottom? I trained you better than that.”

Her assertive tone and temptress eyes were playing havoc with his equilibrium. Even while he battled the compulsion to toss her onto her back and show her who was boss, he was swamped with an equally intense impulse to sink into the cushions and let her have her wicked way with him as she’d done at Lover’s Knot. Thank gods she didn’t have a peacockian feather handy. He’d never survive it.

She snared his bottom lip with her teeth. Excitement and lust tripped through his veins. Her hand crawled down his belly and freed the snap on his pants. The leather submitted to her demands, and a moment later he was enveloped by the heat of her questing hand. He was too past the brink of control to give a rat’s ass that the entire room was ogling his cock. The only thing occupying his attention was the brain-frying, exploratory glide of her fingers along his shaft. She teased him with a corkscrewing motion that swirled from his base all the way up to his swollen gland.

Her tongue delving inside his mouth, she gave a whimpery moan. The need to touch her overwhelming all other thought, he grazed his fingers over the smooth skin he encountered just shy of her skirt hem. Venturing upward, he cupped her hips and hiked her closer. She settled on his aching cock with a gasp. The wet heat of her pussy tantalized him through the silk of her panties. A tiny adjustment of the damp garment and he could push deep inside the heaven he most longed for.

He stayed exactly where he was. Breath tight in his lungs, he clenched his fingers on her waist, knuckles cramping. A sliver of warning embedded beneath his skin. He’d pleaded with her to trust him, but here he was, his willpower at her mercy. If there ever was a time she held supreme control over him, it was now. Her virginity was a fragile, beckoning barrier easily sundered if she chose to rid herself of it once and for all. No force in existence would give him the strength to deny her.

Heart pounding, he waited for her next move. She gyrated her hips, her silken glide along his throbbing organ bleeding every thought from his brain. From the corner of his eye, he caught the blurred faces raptly taking in his and Avi’s world-class performance. Not a damn one of them mattered as he matched her swivel for swivel. Tangling his hands in her hair, he pulled her in for a soul-deep kiss.

Somewhere beyond the hypnotic spell Avi had enslaved him with, another sensation intruded. Voluptuous sensuality that held a sweeter edge than the raw, quick, lightning lust he was used to. It was like nothing he could have imagined. A rich complexity that flowed through him like decadent chocolate, dense and oh so intoxicating.

He didn’t know how it was possible—but he was immersed in Avi. Drenched in her pleasure.

His magic, as she’d claimed last night? It made no sense, but there was no other explanation for what he was experiencing. He nuzzled her neck, his senses swimming in her. She was an exquisite decadence he’d savor to the final drop. He sucked the sensitive spot on the side of her neck, and she arched in his arms. The pleasure crested within him like a relentless wave set to crash. He thrust faster against her softness, each satiny caress along his engorged flesh spiking his pleasure to the red-hot zone.

The impact of her orgasm sheared through him, a dizzying blaze of color and light. He rode the insane swell, chasing the tail end with his own mind-obliterating climax. Hit with that double whammy, all he could do was clutch Avi to him, his solitary lifeline in the crazy haze of pure sensation.

Chapter Nineteen

Somewhere during her free fall back to earth, Avily detected the sound of clapping. Struggling to catch her breath, she gasped and shuddered against Jerrick. She blinked, her vision taking forever to focus.

“Bravo!” the dark-haired Dom across from her commended with a grin. “I must confess, if I weren’t set in my ways, I’d gladly wear your collar, Mistress Scarlett.”

A weak growl issued from Jerrick. “If I had an ounce of energy in me, I’d kick his fucking ass,” he grumbled in a low tone meant only for her ears.

Francesca saved the potential bloodshed disaster by rising from her chair and approaching them. “You’ll be the talk of the club for days following that
arousing
performance.”

The mistress’s humor went a long way in easing a fraction of Avily’s embarrassment, but not all of it. Good gods. She’d had an orgasm in front of a roomful of people. And judging from the stickiness on her thigh, she wasn’t the only one.

So much for us faking it.

The thought threatening to make her giggle hysterically, she squirmed off of Jerrick’s lap. He quickly zipped himself up before stalling her with a look that warmed her to her toes. Clearing his throat, he glanced at Francesca. “Apologies if I’m speaking out of turn, but I’d like someplace private to attend to my mistress.”

“Of course.” Francesca inclined her head, indicating for them to follow.

Bemused, she allowed Jerrick to take her hand. She was relieved to note that the other occupants in the room were once again too busy with their amorous pursuits to pay her any mind.

They crossed the hall, and Francesca showed them to an opulent bathroom tiled in a multitude of tiny mirrored plates. Everywhere Avily looked, she was faced with miniature versions of her and Jerrick. He shut the door and led her to the gold-leafed basin. After wetting a cloth he’d fished from the available stack, he rucked up her skirt and gently swabbed her skin. His gaze held a wealth of concern when it again alighted on her face. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, unless you’ve got some toxic stuff in your junk that I don’t know about.”

He gaped at her, and she grinned.

Tossing the cloth into the bin, he shook his head. “I can’t believe you said that. And you call yourself a good girl.”

“I’m pretty sure that title’s been revoked after what happened in there,” she mused with a grimace.

“We damn well had no choice. They would have been suspicious if we didn’t provide them with something.”

“I know. I just hope that’s the end of the necessary awkward situations.” Her cheeks heated, and she gnawed her lip before giving a delicate cough. “Not that I didn’t enjoy the last few minutes there.”

The glow in his eyes threatened to combust her. “Yeah, no need for
me
to ask if that was amazing for you, since I already know the answer too.”

It was her turn to gape. “Are you saying what I think you are?”

He grunted. “Are all your orgasms like that? ’Cause it’s a bloody wonder you can walk afterwards.”

What in the hell is going on?
She’d heard of mutual orgasms, but come
on
. “Well, at least you no longer think I’m crazy.”

“I never thought you were.”

She gave him a hard look. “No, you just hate the idea of being tied to me.”

“Avi, this isn’t the time or place to discuss this.”

“Don’t worry, we’re not. I already told you I’m done pursuing that fruitless dream.”

A dark emotion flashed in his eyes. She didn’t have the strength to care what it might mean. Didn’t matter. It couldn’t possibly hold a candle to the pain in her heart.

She’d made a valiant effort not to care. To put on a false front for him. It was all strictly for show. No more honest than this ridiculous dominatrix getup and the playacting she’d put on back at the party. Except when it came to her sensual reaction to Jerrick. Her body and heart didn’t need a phony cover when it came to him. But they were in desperate want of a safeguard against the devastation he could wreak upon them.

“Avi.” The impossible blueness of his gaze threatened to reel her in.

A knock rattled the door, a temporary stand-in for that safeguard she so severely required. Hurrying from the sink, she wrenched open the door.

Francesca gave Avily’s no-doubt-frazzled appearance a double blink. “I don’t mean to intrude, but I wondered if you cared to join me for a nightcap before closing.”

Avily brushed her bangs back from her forehead and took a series of grounding breaths. Better. She was here to do a job, not fall apart. She’d do well to remember that. “Sounds lovely.”

Her lingering concerns about having to face the club members dissipated as Francesca led them past the room where the party appeared to still be in full swing.

Francesca offered a contrite smile. “My apologies, but I’m afraid I’m growing too old to tolerate that many people in one place for more than an hour. Even in my own house.”

Avily shook her head vigorously. “Trust me, I’m perfectly okay with it. I confess to not being a huge fan of crowds myself.”
Particularly those engaging in wild sex orgies.