“I don’t have a beef.” I have an annoying obsession.
It’s quieter tonight, with only those of us who slid through the portal and the regulars. The outcasts, I guess you could say. There’s a dragon shifter dancing on the pole in the corner of the space, in human form except her eyes. They flash a brilliant gold when she finds me. Opposite her are three women and one Lycan in a split shift, leaving himself with the human body parts he needs to party, but his animal is right there with him. I watch as one of the girls bends in front of him when his half human paws grip her around her hair, forcing her head back. She screams in euphoria as he enters her from behind, running his claws down the center of her back. Her flesh splits open near the spine, and blood drips to the ground, turning to steam when it hits the hot rocks below. The other two women play with each other within arm’s reach of him, enough to keep each other entertained.
He toys with her throat as he takes her roughly from behind, and when he leans down, he swiftly pulls out of her pussy. With one long stroke of his tongue, he licks her back clean, the fresh wound nowhere to be found.
Red stains his mouth, and he yanks her head, claiming her lips and feeding her her own fuel as he slams back inside her.
My mouth waters and I reach for the drink on the table—finally a real fucking party.
Lava swims beneath our feet between the hot rocks, and if it wasn’t for my protecting London, she would have burned to a crisp as soon as she landed here through the portal. I swallow the whole bottle in one go, and Silver chuckles, gesturing to an Ordinary to bring us another drink.
“Two more.”
My knee jiggles and a hand comes to my chest, sharp red nails in view. I’m agitated. I can feel myself build as seconds pass. It shouldn’t bother me. She shouldn’t bother me. But even as I watch her from across the room, her in my world, I don’t want to send her back.
I kind of want to keep her, like I would a toy that I could play with anytime I wanted.
Still might. Haven’t decided.
“I recognize that look,” the girl purrs from behind, and I know it’s not Alex. Alex would have dipped out as soon as she saw the shifter fucking the Fae. Alex is prissy as fuck and pretends like she can handle shit on this side. It’s Helena, a good fuck who likes the feel of fire over her body any time she’s about to orgasm.
My hand flies out to stop Helena, as an idea flashes in my head.
“Not me tonight.” I press my finger into my mouth, blowing out a loud whistle. Like a good pet, London’s whole body stills, her drink mid-air. Interesting that she knew it was me and that call was for her.
“London, c’mere.” The music continues and no one bats an eye. Using their own magic, they’ve all quite clearly blocked out whatever is happening around them so they can do what they came here to do.
Fuck and kill. The killing is, well, not the kind you’d find yourself hung for.
Slowly, her little body turns in her chair until her eyes are on mine. I don’t miss the way they flicker over my shoulder to Helena, but she collects herself and straightens her shoulders when she comes back to me.
My top lip curls. It’s cute, little one, that you think you can pretend with me.
Her eyes widen, as if she’s in shock, but she shakes her head and brushes whatever it is that bothered her off.
I nod to Kaia and she glares at me. Kaia hardly does as she’s told, but she’s learning.
She rolls her eyes and gestures over to where Silver and I are seated. Legend jumps over the sofa to the side, pulling Helena onto his lap instead. He clearly picks up my animosity. I don’t bother asking where Creed and Sin are as London finally makes her way to us.
She stops in front of the sofa, looking between it and me. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she finally lowers herself down, her eyes blinking past whatever it is that’s going on inside her head. Dammit. Where the fuck is Creed when you need him?
She spots Legend now. He gives her a small smirk, probably remembering what she felt like right before she came. The thought has my blood boiling so hot that my fucking fingers burn.
She gives me her full attention once more. “What, Knight? You gonna explain why this is the wildest dream I’ve ever had.” She thinks she’s dreaming.
Perfect.
I flash her a full-tooth smile. That’s exactly what I plan to do, and it just so happens that oneirokinesis is my favorite fuck around. Let’s see how far I can push her when her eyes close at night. The perfect way to fuck with someone is through dream manipulation. She’s not going to know what’s real and what isn’t. I don’t need to stalk her in real life, because I can step through the doorway to her dreams any. Time. I. Want.
But first…
I tilt my head, scanning her up and down. From her high cheekbones to the natural swell of her lips. There’s just no way a human is this fucking hot.
“Helena,” I call out, but keep my eyes on London’s. Her ice blue to my turquoise. “Kiss London.”
London’s brows hit her hairline, her hands flying to the sides of her chair. I follow the sharp line of her jaw, all the way to the vein on her neck, and watch as it flutters against her smooth flesh. My mouth waters, and I hold down a growl, grinding my teeth. I don’t just want to taste her; I want to own her. I’d eat her fucking whole and wouldn’t bat an eye as I did it, but that isn’t what this is. I want to savor her. I’m not fucking Creed. I don’t enjoy the feast more than I need the hunt.
I inhale as Helena’s heels slap against the stone when she moves to where London is seated. The heady scent of candy drifts up my nose. Fear. Goosebumps prickle over my skin. London’s eyes flash with determination, the corner of her mouth twitching a little.
She’s going to play?
Just like that, without a fight?
I lean back in my chair, allowing my bottle to dangle between my fingers as Helena’s fingers wrap around London’s pointed chin, forcing her face up. It does nothing to turn me on, it’s merely a test to myself.
Helena lowers her blood orange lips to London’s, and just as they touch, that same sizzling fire erupts through my veins. I grip the bottle tightly, forcing myself to watch. I’ve fucked a lot over the years. We all have. We hold no sentiment or possession over who we fuck. We’re not human. There’s no such thing as monogamous here, not at least until you find your mate. Which I’ll never find because I’ll never be looking.
I bring the bottle to my mouth to hide my scowl as London’s lips open on Helena’s. Helena’s hands slide down the front of London’s shirt. London parts her legs slightly, moving down farther in her chair as if to break the kiss with Helena, but Helena wasn’t told to stop, so the mage lowers with her.
“Goddamn,” Legend whispers, kicking my foot. “You gonna join in on that, or am I? Because I’m dying to properly taste her.”
The taste of cinnamon fills my mouth as my teeth sink into my cheek, everything inside of me is fighting against what I’m seeing, but I am the one in control. Me.
So I clench my jaw to keep my mouth closed and I spread my knees wider. Helena spots the move from the corner of her eye.
She knows what to do without instruction, and eases London up, her heels hovering above the ground as she’s levitated, likely without her knowledge until she’s coming down on my lap. That she feels and her little gasp goes straight to my cock, so I flex it against her ass, and her fingers press into my jeans, freeing her lips from the stranger they were pressed to.