Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I slide my hand into his and squeeze it, wishing to anchor him with me. “Happy?” I ask, eager to have all his attention. Right now I’m feeling sorry I hadn’t made him stay with me in our room and made love to him all night, but that would have been selfish. I want him to have everything, not just the things I find convenient.
Eli has eyes only for me when he sets down his glass and strokes the side of my mask. “Cesar… I thought my life ended when I shot Sullivan. But now I see it’s only begun. I’m so happy here with you. And this party? You’re making my dreams come true.” Our masks bump into each other when he leans in, but it doesn’t stop him from leaving a gentle kiss on my lips.
I’ve been with countless men. I’ve tried out unusual practices, and experimented with my own boundaries, but the soft, gentle touch of his lips holds way more power over me than even the kinkiest sex. My toes curl, and I slide my arm around him, itching to have him close. To never let go. To always fall asleep wrapped in a veil of his scent.
“So you’ll stay with me?” Even if my heart is too tainted to love?
Eli snorts. “What’s that question even mean at this point?”
But I don’t get to answer. The two men who earlier watched us approach our couch and they both smile.
“Hey, I’m Carl.” The man extends his hand to me, so I shake it, but my heart almost jumps out of my chest when he squeezes Eli’s hand next.
I know it’s absurd. Irrational. Borderline insane. But anyone touching Eli, even in this way, makes me want to snarl and bite.
“And I’m Timoly,” says the other guy, making me pause. What kind of name is that? “We spotted you guys across the room, and wondered if you want to check out the private party. I can assure you it’s much more interesting.”
This isn’t my first rodeo. “Are you inviting us to an orgy?”
Carl blinks behind his mask, but he doesn’t lose his composure and smiles. “Participation is optional. We have two rooms, and one is meant for drinks and conversation.”
“Gentlemen only,” Timoly adds, eyeing me with unrestrained hunger. Did they not invite enough tops, or something?
“We’re not inter—” I start saying, but then glance at Eli whose eyes are wide as saucers. “Or are we…?” The last thing I want to do is disappoint him when his life has been so hard. This is supposed to be his night.
I’m not letting anyone touch him, but we’re adults, we like fucking. Watching an orgy isn’t that different from watching porn.
Eli licks his lips. “Participation is optional? What about clothes? Would we have to be naked?” Pragmatic about these matters as usual. I smile, thinking about that first breakfast together, when he casually discussed what kind of sex he likes over eggs.
“Don’t you worry, no one’s going to tear your clothes off. Unless you want them to,” Timoly says, and I swipe my thumb across my man’s palm, though I’m unsure whether I want to reassure him or myself.
“What do you think?” I ask, even though what I want is to take him upstairs and fuck him until his hole makes that hot squelching noise that always gets me.
He bites his lip with a naughty smile, and I already know what he wants. “Should we…? I kinda wanna see.”
Carl seems a bit more reserved than Timoly whose horny pheromones I can almost smell through his jacket. “We also have our own bar down there and a chill area where you don’t have to worry about the straights causing a scene,” he adds.
Eli sits up straighter and nods at me excitedly.
That’s settled then.
I rise, making sure my hand never leaves Eli’s skin. “Lead the way.”
I half expect the party to be in one of the large apartments, but the two men lead us downstairs, where hallways have lower ceilings, and the carpets—a rich red shade. Whoever’s organizing this secret event, they must be doing it with the silent acknowledgement of the management. Otherwise, Carl and Timoly wouldn’t have led us into an ‘Entertainment Area’ within the hotel.
“It feels like going to a speakeasy during the Prohibition,” Eli whispers and bumps his small antlers against my stiff wolf ears.
I have to admit his enthusiasm is rubbing off on me. But it’s when he squeezes the top of my thigh that I start to wonder whether the orgy offers private rooms where we could let off some steam. Do I regret not getting off with him when he offered earlier? Maybe a little, but it will make fucking him later all the sweeter.
“Welcome to our kingdom,” Carl announces as he opens a door at the end of the underground corridor with no windows.