I watched her lithe body as she slid into the slinky red dress Lux left her, and a pair of stilettos with straps around the ankles. There was lingerie in the bag, but Ember left it behind. Her nipples were hard, poking through the thin fabric of the dress. A low growl rumbled through my chest.
“Get dressed,” Ember hissed. “So I can be your dirty little slut.” She smiled while she said it, but her voice had dropped into a husky register that told me she had no intention of pretending.
I stripped quickly, changing into the suit Lux left for me. I zipped up the bag and grabbed Ember’s hand. Her fingers closed around mine, squeezing hard as I pulled her down the hall, towards the bathroom. There was a line outside the door, but no one seemed to see us. Ember glanced back at me, wonder in her eyes.
We were invisible.
From inside the bathroom, I heard her moaning my name. I made every effort not to make a noise. I wasn’t sure what might break the illusion Eli had conjured, but I saw him at the end of the hall, ostensibly in line to use the bathroom like everyone else. He nodded once to me.
I pushed the bathroom door open, pulling Ember inside. The second we were in the bathroom, the noises stopped, but Ember picked up right where her illusory doppelganger left off. Her mouth fell open as she slid back onto the vanity.
“Ares,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, just like that.”
She spread her legs, pulling her dress up to show me how wet and swollen she still was. The sight of her nearly stoppedmy heart. There was only one choice. I fell to my knees, pushing her thighs open further so I could bury my face in her pussy.
“Yes,” she moaned louder as I slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet and I could taste myself mixed with her fluids as I rolled her clit between my lips.
“I need your cock,” she moaned.
Someone pounded on the door, but I ignored them. I glanced up at her and she smiled, before whispering. “They’ve been waiting so long to take a piss… let’s give them a show.”
She winked once, then raised the volume of her voice so the line outside could hear her plea. “Give me your cock. I need you inside me. Now.”
“Beg for it,” I snarled back, not knowing if anyone could hear me, and frankly, not caring. If she wanted to play this game, I’d play my way, and we’d both love it.
I unbuttoned my pants, fisting my cock. “Is this what you want?”
The laughter had gone out of her eyes now, replaced with feral hunger. “Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me so hard.”
She reached out for me, her opalescent nails elegant in the dim light of the bathroom. I moved towards her, fitting the head of my cock at her slick entrance. Outside the door, all had gone quiet. The crowd was most definitely paying attention to us.
I leaned towards her and whispered. “You know what they think of me, what they say about me.”
Her face turned towards mine, and she kissed me. Her lips were sweet, so tender, as her tongue slipped into my mouth. She slid forward to take me in. She was so tight, and my cock was almost too big for her. Even as wet as she was, I could feel her stretch to accommodate me.
“I know what they say about you,” she murmured. “Put on a show, Ares. Give them the terrifying necromancer they want.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, stroking her hair back from herface. It was almost dry now, waving around her face in wild, untamed curls.
She smiled, her eyes bright and wicked. “Claim me, Necroline. Tell me who I belong to.”
I pulled out of her, then pushed back in with a loud, wet slap. “Whose pussy is this?” I growled, increasing the volume of my voice.
“Yours,” she moaned as I rubbed my thumb in slow, wet circles around her clit, staring into her hazel eyes as she panted.
“Who do you belong to, Ember?”
“You,” she cried out as I thrust harder into her, increasing my pressure on her clit as I filled her. “You. I belong to you.”
“That’s right,” I replied, louder again. I pulled out and thrust back in harder this time. “You belong to me.”
“Yes,” she screamed. “Ares. Fuck. I’m about to come.”
I pulled her closer, yanking her dress down to expose her nipples. “Not yet,” I murmured, slowing my movements inside her so I could bend over to take one pebbled nipple into my mouth. I pushed slowly into her as I sucked each of her nipples in turns, blowing on her wet flesh and nipping at them in tandem until she whimpered with need.
“You are so fucking perfect.” It wasn’t a show, or a lie. The people listening outside this door thought I was a monster. Master of the dead. Terrifying. And it would behoove me for them to think I was the kind of man who wanted to possess a woman fully, to continue to be frightened of me.
And I did want to possess her. But I wanted the same from her. I wanted to claim her in every way possible, and to be claimed in return. I wanted her to ache for me when I wasn’t inside her. And I wanted to spend every moment I didn’t have my face buried between her thighs, or my cock inside her, longing for it. I wanted to wake up to her mouth around my cock and to finger her in the backseat of a cab.
