I wanted to spend the rest of my life listening to her wild ideas and watching her slaughter her enemies. I wanted to fuckher on her moon, and have my cock painted with her blood. I wanted her in my lap while I manipulated spreadsheets and on her knees under my desk.
“I belong to you,” I murmured. It was too soft for the people outside the door to hear. This wasn’t for show. “I am yours, Ember.”
“Ares,” she breathed as I fucked her so slowly, pushing as deep inside her as I could. “Deeper,” she moaned as she tilted her hips to take me. “I am yours, Ares Necroline. Take me as hard as you can.”
I pushed harder into her; pulsing, rather than thrusting, so her clit rubbed against my pelvic bone. I moved my hands to her lower back, helping as she lifted her hips to meet each powerful thrust of mine. She leaned back against the mirror, her back bowing as her breasts bounced.
At this angle, I could fuck her deep and hard without moving much. The view was incredible. Wet fluid seeped out of her slit as I pulsed inside her, her fingers slick with desire as she traced circles around her swollen, flushed clit.
When she screamed my name, her walls clenched around me, sending me over the edge. She clung to me as our movements slowed, raising up from her reclined position to kiss me. I was still buried in her, our combined desire dripping out of her onto the countertop as her mouth met mine.
“We’d better go,” she said when she pulled away.
CHAPTER 32
EMBER
There werea few low whistles as we left the bathroom, but nobody paid us much mind. This was the Rosewood, after all. Plenty of people fucked in the bathroom. Ares pressed a kiss to my hair as he slid his arm around my waist. I felt his phone buzz in his jacket pocket as we walked into the bar.
There were enormous murals on the walls, lit by soft red light. As we moved towards a booth, I noticed that the light itself wasn’t actually red, but the lamps on each table and the sconces on the walls all had red shades. The murals were beautifully done, depicting one of the most gorgeous orgies I’d ever seen painted. Every sex act possible was elegantly portrayed.
And despite the fact that I’d been fucked twice in the last hour, I ached for more. I glanced around Lourdes’ bar, and noticed that plenty of people were engaged in various phases of coitus. Some were simply dancing provocatively on the dancefloor down below, but in each of the alcoves on the mezzanine level people clustered together, kissing and touching.
I had heard stories about the Rosewood, but I hadn’t ever been here. It was very exclusive, members only. There were several Authority officials here, at least one Senator, who appeared to be getting a blowjob from a gorgeous silver-hairednecromancer. The man’s head bobbed in the Senator’s lap, taking his cock deeper and deeper into his throat.
I needed Ares back inside me as soon as possible.
“We’re over here,” he said, glancing down at his phone. In a semi-private corner, there was a large leather chair by the fireplace, angled so that whoever sat in it would be three-quarters of the way obscured from the rest of the room. A small table next to it had two fresh glasses of bourbon on it.
Ares pulled me towards the chair. He paused in front of it. “Are you up for this?” he murmured in my ear, his hand spreading over my abdomen. “Everyone who comes here loves to play. They’re sworn to secrecy, but word will get out that we were here together.”
I understood fully why we were here. Eli had orchestrated this perfectly. I read the text from Eli as Ares angled his phone towards me.The two of you got here two hours ago, ate in back with Lux, and then headed to the bathroom to fuck. The whole bar has been talking about it, but you’ve hardly been seen.
So we had to be seen now. Had to make an impression on the influential crowd up here, so that should anyone question where we were tonight, they’d remember the glimpse of us they’d been shown earlier in the night, and that memory would be cemented by whatever we did next.
Gently, playfully, I pushed Ares into the big chair by the fire. It was a cold night, and the old building the Rosewood was in was drafty. Anyone who bothered looking would know I was cold just by glancing at me, my nipples were so hard. I was grateful to be by the fire, but I couldn’t just snuggle into the extra large chair with Ares and sip bourbon.
When he was seated, I stood before him, smiling sweetly. I watched as he lifted one glass of bourbon from the table and sipped, taking me in, his eyes lingering on my breasts. A few heads turned my way, including the Senator, who stroked the back of his lover’s head fondly as he watched me.
I knew him. He was one of Cromvale’s cronies, but Icouldn’t quite remember his name. Just that he was one of the more severe Senators, who believed stronger sanctions against parapsychs were necessary. But here he was, getting blown by a necromancer in a parapsych sex club.
Hypocrite. They were all hypocrites. They wanted to oppress us while enjoying us. People like these Senators would never admit to loving us, or loving to fuck us, but would speak against us in public, then engage in whatever pleasure they wanted in private.
Hatred and righteous fury flowed through me, heating me as Ares’ fingers grazed the skin behind my knees, pulling me closer between his legs as his hands moved higher. I glared at the Senator as Ares grazed my inner thighs.
The music from the dancefloor pulsed in a sensual beat. I met Ares’ eyes and took his glass from him, bringing it to my lips as I drank the rest of it down. The bourbon slid down my throat, a mixture of hot and cold, warming my belly as I straddled Ares’ lap, covering his mouth with mine while the Senator watched us.
The man was going to get off watching me fuck Ares, and sick as it was, I liked the idea. Liked that while he had what would probably be the best orgasm of his life, that he’d be giving us an alibi. There were other eyes on us as well, a few more recognizable members of the Consulate, a few lower-level Trinity leaders from Aradios and Palladiere—enough important people that this little show would be more than worth it.
Ares was already hard as I unbuckled his pants. My dress hid the particulars of what we did from view, but there was no mistaking what I was up to as I freed his cock and slid it into my still-wet pussy.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he filled me.
His hands slid under my dress to grip my ass, pulling himself deeper inside me. That cold Necroline gaze locked onto me. “Eyes on me, Ember. They can watch you, but your eyes aremine.”
“Yes,” I breathed, doing as he commanded.
If he bossed me around in a fight, or while we were trying to do business, I would hate him. But this felt so fucking good. I didn’t even know how much I wanted him to act this way until he did it. How much I wanted him to tell me over and over that I belonged to him, that I was his, for him to lay claim to me repeatedly and in public.
