The world was hazy in the best sort of way.
When callused fingers traced along the waistband of my gossamer pants, someone cleared their throat.
We both paused.
Reluctantly, John crawled off me and went back to his place in the circle. His cheeks were flushed with arousal, eyes hooded, as he adjusted his pants and stared at me hungrily.
I focused on regulating my breathing as I adjusted my shirt.
No one spoke.
Luka passed me a wine bottle, and I gulped it greedily.
My head floated.
My core still strummed with need.
As John spun the empty wine bottle, colors and warm lights were fuzzy. It was lovely.
Orion reached his hand out and stopped the bottle so it landed on me.
No one argued.
John’s voice was rough with desire as he asked me, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I whispered huskily.
“I dare you to take off all your clothes,” John ordered, ignoring my choice. The outline of a dark crown formed atop his head, and a glittering cape of darkness was draped across his shoulders.
Ever so slowly, I tugged off my shirt and pants.
The men held their breaths.
Low-fi music swirled.
Leaves rustled, and night creatures called to each other.
Naked, I tipped back the enchanted wine bottle and chugged. Sticky wine spilled down my neck and across my chest.
Unashamed of my muscles and scars, I sat up straight and spun the empty bottle again.
This time, no one stopped it.
It landed on Luka.
“Truth or dare?” I asked hoarsely.
Luka’s dark eyes were hooded with desire as he said, “Dare.”
I whispered, “I dare you to also get naked.”
He stared at me intensely as he pulled off his clothes and revealed the fine-line tattoos that covered his lean, muscled chest. Silver metal glinted below his waist, and Orion looked at it appreciatively.
Luka spun the bottle.
It landed next to me on Corvus, and the flame above our heads flickered.
My stomach knotted as Luka’s expression darkened and his voice filled with steel. “I dare you to lick the wine off Aran’s body until she’s clean.”
He didn’t give him a chance to choose.
Corvus didn’t protest.
The king of fire turned to me and leaned forward. “May I, Aran?” He tried to sound polite, but the deep, scratchy baritone of his voice made the words depraved.
I nodded, unable to remember how to speak.
Fingers buried in my curls and yanked my head back so the column of my neck was exposed. His tongue left a scorching trail across my skin as he lapped at every inch of my neck, then moved lower.
He took his time on my chest, licking and suckling on my nipples for what felt like hours.
I mewled with need and ground against him. Lifting my hips desperately.
He was relentless on my breasts and didn’t touch me below the waist. “Be patient, darling,” he said roughly.
Wetness dripped between my legs.
He kept tormenting me.
When my skin was clean and shiny, Corvus released my nipple with a loud pop. He looked down at my tender, reddened flesh with satisfaction, and his pupils were blown wide, lips glistening.
He settled back down in the circle like nothing had happened.
I crossed my legs and squirmed.
He spun the bottle, and it landed on Orion.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart.” His quiet, lyrical voice mixed with the low-fi music and caressed my skin.
My face flushed, and I ducked my head in embarrassment.
“Look at me,” Orion whispered, and I looked up.
His pretty brown eyes were intense, long lashes fluttering as he softly ordered, “Part your legs and show me your pretty pussy.”
I obeyed.
He let out a low noise, and the men shifted to adjust themselves.
“Now touch yourself,” he said loudly, and the men froze around us.
It was just the two of us.
I obeyed.
Pleasure coursed through me, and I panted as I climbed toward release.
“Stop,” Orion said.
I stopped.
“Good girl,” he praised, and my stomach clenched. Warmth unfurled inside me and spiked to a dangerous level.
He crawled forward, leaned his head between my thighs, and dragged his tongue across my sensitive flesh like I was a lollipop.
I moaned in ecstasy.
He backed away and returned to his spot in the circle.
The men re-animated, none the wiser.
Orion spun the bottle, and Scorpius reached out to stop it so it landed on him.
His grin was depraved. “Flip over and lie on your stomach.”
Arousal made everything hazy, and I eagerly complied.