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The room was silent for a moment as they caught their breath before slowly pulling apart and lying next to each other on the cold floorboards. Lillian’s heart still raced from their passionate lovemaking as she cuddled close to him, relishing in the afterglow of their intense connection.
FIVE
LILLIAN
Lillian lay there, waiting for her heart to return to a normal, steady pace. Never in her life had anyone made love to her like that.
It was incredible. Even though it was rough and fast, Oliver still got her off more than once. She pulled her eyes off him, his chest still heaving, and looked up to see the paintings on the wall.
There was truly no better place to have sex with an incredibly handsome man than in a millionaire’s mansion surrounded by his art collection. What a night!
Lillian’s legs were still tingling when Oliver reached for his clothes. Surprised, she turned back to watch him get dressed. If truth be told, she had hoped they would go again.
“Here,” he said, handing her shirt and skirt to her.
She took what he held out and slipped her top over her head, slightly confused. Why did he want their time together to end?
Maybe that was just the way of things. She wasn’t a shifter, after all. This wasn’t her scene. Perhaps after fucking, the attendees of the masquerade got dressed and found other partners or called it a night. She wasn’t sure.
Once his pants were on, Oliver pulled out a tiny bottle and began applying the substance to his skin. Once his task was complete, he offered the bottle to her.
“I always reapply hunter’s block after sex.”
Lillian flashed him a smile and took the bottle. “Thanks.”
She had absolutely no idea what hunter’s block was but figured applying it the way Oliver had was simply part of what she was supposed to do. She copied his movements and applied the liquid the same way he did. When she was through, she capped the small bottle and handed it back to him.
Their hands brushed, and she heard him inhale sharply at the contact. With a frown, she met the intensity of his gaze, watching with confusion as a scowl overtook his face.
In an attempt to pacify the scowl and to learn a bit more about the liquid she had just applied to her person, she questioned him. “So, how come you always reapply hunter’s block?”
He arched a dark brow right before he pulled his shirt over his head. The sight of his muscled chest disappeared, and she felt a pang of longing, wishing she could tear his clothes off one more time.
There was nothing she wanted more than to feel him inside her again. She wasn’t sure what this strange connection was, but she didn’t want to let it go.
Now that he was fully dressed, he looked down at her. “Why wouldn’t you reapply the block? You’d risk it?”
She tried to keep the lack of understanding off her face. Thinking quickly, she lied. “No. Of course not. I just figured applying it the first time is enough.”
Her answer seemed to satisfy him. “It probably is.” He shrugged. “I’m nothing if not thorough.”
Lillian finished getting dressed and rose to her feet. Her body was sore, but in a good way. With one last look around the art room, she pulled her hair over her shoulder, braided it quickly, and then tossed it behind her. She looked at him questioningly.
He stared at her for a full minute before speaking. “I’m going for a run … alone.”
Slightly taken aback by his abruptness, she bent down and picked her purse up for something to do and to hide the hurt that she knew was plain across her face. “Okay. I get the point. I’ll head back to the party.”
“I’ll walk with you.”
“All righty.”
They left the sanctity of the art room and made their way back to the party. The swarm of other shifters brought Lillian back to reality.
“See ya later,” Oliver said.
“Okay, bye.”
For Lillian, it was the weirdest end to her night. She didn’t want him to go, but as she watched him walk away, she realized that was probably what the shifters did. This was a sex party, after all. Once the shifters had sex, they got up and left.
