I had been so lonely. So sure I was the source of everything bad that had ever happened to me. Every time Ares Necroline called me his, I got a little piece of myself back. He pulled me closer to him, kissing my lips, then my cheeks, his tongue grazing my ear.
“Don’t rush,” he murmured. “I want to fuck you slow and deep. I want everyone here to see you come apart while I worship you.” A wild little noise came out of me. His words were just for me and I loved them. “You deserve to be worshiped,” he murmured. “Deserve to be fucked like the goddess you are. The embodiment of power.”
“Ares,” I moaned loudly. It wasn’t an act. His words went deeper than his cock, filling me with succulent heat, so sweet I might burst. His hands caressed my ass, gripping hard one moment and gentle the next as I slowly moved on him. I leaned back, pulling my dress down to expose my breasts. If he wanted to worship me, he could do it properly.
“Fuck yes,” Ares breathed. “I need a taste.”
I brought one breast to his lips, and they closed around my nipple. There were no gentle kisses here. Ares sucked me hard as I rode him, taking him deeper with each thrust, rotating my hips in a circle to better stimulate my clit.
I reached behind me to take his balls in my hand, squeezing as he sucked my nipple even harder. He growled with pleasure as I did, sending vibrations through my breast. I glanced up for a moment when the Senator roared. His eyes met mine as he came, his fingers gripping the hair of the man whose mouth he fucked.
I smiled at Ares, who grinned wickedly back at me. He had a beautiful smile. I was glad I got to see it. This was the most fun I’d had in years. Wanton, sensual, absolutely filthy—and I loved every second of it. I loved being watched, loved being seen.
Around us, the mood in the room had shifted. More people were openly fucking now, fewer of them paying attention to us as they took their own pleasure. Neither Lux nor Eli were anywhere to be seen, but that was better in some ways. I looked back down at Ares and pulled my dress up over my thighs, a question on my face.
He nodded as I pulled the dress over my head. When it fell to the floor, there were eyes on me again. Ares’ mouth closed around my nipple again for a brief moment, and then he pushed me back from his mouth, running his hands down my ribcage. One lingered on my belly and the other went to my clit.
I was on full display for anyone watching now. From a few angles, some people could probably see Ares’ cock driving into me as I lifted slowly off him and slammed back down. It felt like he had grown two sizes inside me. I pressed my palm against the hand on my belly.
“Can you feel your cock inside me?” I asked, knowing that at least a few people in the room could hear me. “Can you feel how big you are, how full of you I am?”
Ares groaned as I rode him harder.
“You’re so fucking big.” The words fell from my mouth —a performance, but an honest one. “Fuck me so deep, Ares.”
His mouth was back on my breast, his arms tight around me as he held me close, fucking me so hard it felt impossible from the angle he was at. But he was a man possessed now, his cock pulsing into me as he sucked my nipples in hard, wet turns, pulling them to stiff peaks.
One hand grabbed my ass, pulling me harder onto him with each thrust, while the other wound through the hair at the base of my neck. Ares pulled my hair as he came inside me, makingme scream with the euphoria that broke over me in seemingly endless waves.
When my eyes opened, my breath still came in fast, hard pants. Ares gathered me close to him, pressing kisses to my cheeks and temples, before his lips met mine. Our kiss was long and sweet, and when we finally came up for air, I noticed a basket next to the chair. Someone had been by without my notice.
Ares lifted me off of him, and sat me gently in the chair. He buttoned himself up neatly, then knelt on the floor in front of me. I frowned, opening my mouth to protest, but he shook his head. The room still watched.
He bent between my legs, spreading my thighs wide as he buried his face in my pussy, lapping up the combined fluids of our encounter. His mouth was soft and warm on me, and though it felt good, he did not suck my clit or push fingers into me. This too was a show, but not just for them, for me too.
Ares Necroline was showing a side of himself the world rarely saw. He lifted the lid of the basket, drawing a warm washcloth from inside the steaming depths, and ran it up each of my thighs. With each sweep clean he kissed me again, his tongue gentle on my sensitive flesh.
It felt so good I could cry and though I already longed for his fingers, I knew I couldn’t take them. But when he took my clit between his lips, rolling it so slowly and gently I couldn’t possibly be hurt, tears slipped down my face as I came again.
Ares pulled me to him when the last of my cries died down, dragging a robe around my shoulders and wrapping me up in it. He gathered me into his arms and lifted me off the chair.
“It’s time to get some rest,” he said, softly. “Don’t worry, I have your phone.”
I nodded, my eyes heavy. “I want to go home, I think,” I murmured.
“Of course,” he whispered.
I buried my face in his shoulder. I wasn’t ashamed of a thingwe’d done, but the night had exhausted me. “I have to tell you something,” I whispered. “I know how to get around the spirit traps.”
“Tell me when we get outside,” he murmured.
I nodded, resting against him until we were outside waiting for the cab. Then I whispered what Myrine had told me. He smiled, faintly. “That’s good,” he said. “I can work with that.”
He held me in his lap the whole way home in the cab, watching over me as I dozed, pressing kisses to my lips every time I lifted my chin. I tasted myself on him each time his tongue swept mine. And when I fell asleep in my bed, he was naked at my back, holding me so tightly that for the first time in years I fell asleep feeling safe.
CHAPTER 33
ARES
