He might have a point there because dry humping in this club wasn't our primary mission. Probably. What were we doing? What were we supposed to be doing?
"Let me hold you up,” he instructed. “Listen to my voice and focus on my hand, that’s all you need to do."
"Which hand? The one over my heart or against my dick?"
"The dick one."
"Say dick again."
"Dick."
Oh shit, Orion’s palm pressed firmly against the bulge in my pants. For once I did as instructed and rocked into his hand. The friction and feeling of Orion behind me already had me panting and trying to hold back sound. Not that many people would hear with the music, but Orion would, he’d hear how crazy this already made me.
I wasn’t expecting it when his energy was suddenly there, wrapping around me as warm and intoxicating as his strong arms bracketing me in. Nothing exploded and we kept dancing. We were connecting mystically, like it was easy.
Guess itwaseasy, like this. Orion knew what he was doing, and I was so, so happy to let him work. Man, I called myself a deviant but how had I never gotten off in the middle of the dancefloor in a crowd full of people before? It freaking rocked.
Orion’s hand, his breath in my ear, his cock teasing me from behind, and his freaking energy, everything was Orion. I had him so close and still needed more. He wasn’t feeding on me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from offering myself up on an imitation silver platter.
"Now we look for the echo of your heartbeat."
"Oh fuck,” I breathed, helplessly rocking into his hand. “I can’t…"
"That’s why I saidwe."I felt his teeth just below my ear as he growled. “You’re so sexy like this.”
My heart lurched painfully, nearly giving out from hearing Orion Lennox’s bedroom voice in my ear. When my own heart went quiet, I heard the other beating. Without thinking, I followed that elusive heartbeat, trusting everything Orion and I were cooking up between us to carry me through.
Darkness, no strobe lights overhead… The music from the club sounded like a dull roar to him…
I reached behind me, squeezing Orion’s meaty forearm. "There he is."
Orion’s hand pushed against my trapped erection as more of his energy poured into me and gave me the strength to focus. I practiced this before, putting my consciousness into the mind of another, seeing what they saw.
It was easier with Bill the bird, but with Orion’s assistance, I pressed on despite the wall keeping me out, until I broke through.
His shirt rides up, showing me the intricate tattoo I saw before as he reaches into his back pocket.How was I seeing…a flash of light, a glare, and a row of dark… a row of dark lockers.
It took a second to make sense of what I saw, but then the picture became clear. I saw his tattoo in a mirror and the reflection showed lockers behind him.
"There’s a staff room in the back,” I told Orion. “He’s there."
We pushed through the crowd, moving so fast the sex demons couldn’t get out of Orion’s way quick enough.
The staff locker room was empty when we rushed inside. Lex left a message on the mirror in lipstick he’d stolen from a locker.
Not yet.The letters were scrawled messily in a bright shock of red.Soon, my little mage. Soon.
8.Even Dirtbags Get Lucky Sometimes
Rob
God, I nearly collapsed when crossing the threshold in Orion’s apartment. He certainly made it easier but eavesdropping in a hostile mind still totally drained me. The only upside was being too exhausted to worry about how Orion’s magical assistance came with dry humping and dick touching. The inevitable cock blocking later when he’d call it all a mistake would really suck.
Whatever. That was Future Rob’s problem. All I had to do was get into bed and hope I felt less like ass in the morning.
Nope. Nothing much changed in the light of day. I woke up feeling like I went ten rounds with a werewolf and didn’t just lose. He kicked my ass, criticized my life choices, and mocked my fashion sense. Then he kneed me in the balls.
I woke up sometime in the afternoon and thought I might have the place to myself if Orion went into the fancy tech company he ran. Well,oneof his companies did something with, like, gadgets and innovation that went way over my head. Then his den had the club where he owned the largest stake.
