I snap to attention, “A 3P! Seriously?” I try to look around behind me, arching into Seth to lean back, and he groans pathetically.
A small smile curls my lips, and I look back at him. His eyes are locked on my body, looking at me inexactlythe way that I want. I can feel giddiness sailing through my veins. We’re both single. We like each other. There’s no weird vibe hanging awkwardly in the air betweenus,andhis big surprise is a 3P? This is shaping up to be the best last-minute date ever!
His hands squeeze my ass, and I purr. He exhales heavily, clearly exasperated with his failing attempts to get the upper hand. “Yeah, I thought maybe it seemed like the kind of thing you’d be into. If you’d rather not, though, we can go. I know they’re kind of wild, and I swear, I wasn’t expecting anything—”
I giggle and sit up straight in his arms, “You invited me to a pixie sex rave and weren’t expecting anything?” My brow shoots to my forehead, and I fight off a laugh as the color fades from his face.
“Yes. I mean, NO! I—” His voice sounds strangled, and there’s an echo to it that I haven’t heard before. It’s eerie, but so fucking hot. “It’s not a sex rave, it’s a pixie paint party.”
“Where people notoriously get high on pixie pheromones and hook up.”
“Wait—what?” His eyes are as big as saucers as he glances back to the entrance of the club, swallowing thickly. “I thought it was like…a rave with glow in the dark paint and those little tube shots on the flyer.”
“It is.” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, and Seth huffs, narrowing his eyes at my amusement. I chuckle again and press a little kiss to his cheek. “I’m joking.”
“I knew that.” He blinks rapidly and his eyes zero in on my mouth.
“Dork.” I smile and move closer to his mouth, eyeing it and licking my lips. “Seth?”
He sucks in a breath and rasps, “Ryn,”Mmm—that’s right, lover boy. Say my name.
“I want to kiss you, before we go into the 3P. Because I intend to refuse the pheromone blocker, and I’d like you to do the same.” His breath hitches, and I continue, “But I want to kiss you first.”
He’s staring at my lips, and I can see the desire on his face, but he’s not moving any closer. I purse my lips and unwrap one hand from around his neck, sticking it up between us like an offering. “Spell me out of your glamour.”
That gets his attention. He rears back, careful not to drop me.
“I—” His eyes ping-pong back and forth between my own, as if he’s trying to see how my soul will respond to his before he decides. It’s intense. A shiver runs down my spine, and I nod encouragingly, letting my eyes reflect how much I want this.
He lifts me quickly to position his arms so that he’s supporting me with one, while slowly raising the other to my offered palm. His eyes lock on mine, and he sighs.
“If it’s too much, just say ‘bananas’ and I’ll re-spell you. No hard feelings.”
His self-doubt brings an ache to my chest, and I do my best to control my breathing and prepare myself as I nod. He lightly taps his hand to my palm, and a tingle spreads from the place he touched. He squeezes his eyes shut, and I gasp as tingles of magic cascade over me, slowly revealing roiling shadow and gleaming bone.
His glamour was probably the most handsome human man I’d ever seen, but Seth—fuck. He’s unreasonably gorgeous. I squirm in his hold as saliva pools in my mouth and heat settles like a fucking wet blanket in my groin.
He stiffens at my squirming silence, probably thinking the worst, and I swallow quickly as I wrap my arm back around his neck. I lean in, pausing with my lips open just a hair’s breadth from his full lips, dark as sin. I let the heat from my mouth wash over his lips as his eyes cast us both in a bright blue light.
His orbs widen slightly, flashing with surprise, and I close the space between us, crushing my lips to his. My heavy-lidded eyes close, and Imoan as Seth snaps into action. His arms are solid steel bars wrapped under my thighs, pulling me in tight. His fingers knead my ass, and I moan, his tongue darting inside my mouth and swirling around.
My eyes pop open at the feel of it—it’s somehow softer than a human’s, but longer and textured. Goosebumps break out across my exposed flesh, and I grind against theverypronounced bulge currently pinned between us. I gasp, and Seth growls, one of his hands snapping up to grab the base of my neck.
I shudder and let myself get lost in his kiss. As in answer to my silent submission, he softens it, slowing things down. I roll my hips against him to get a better idea of what I’m working with, and moan.
If my eyes weren’t closed, they’d cross. His dick is fucking huge. I can feel a tightness in my lungs from lack of air, and Seth finally breaks off the kiss, panting. He’s better than me; I probably would have passed out before I willingly took my tongue from his mouth. I wonder briefly if any of the pixie pheromones have leaked out of the 3P, or if every kiss with Seth will be that breathtaking.
He smiles at me, all confidence, and my insides turn to fucking goo. “I was gonna ask if you still like me, but my dick is damp, and it’s not from me.”His orbs somehow gleam, and I laugh.
My hand darts out to bat at his chest, “It might be from me, but it’s still your fault.”
His lips pucker petulantly, and I stare at him, mesmerized. “I’m not sure that it really is, but I also don’t really carewhyyou’re in my arms and hot for me.” He smiles and squeezes me, “I’m just super fucking stoked that you are.”
Butterflies. A whole ass kaleidoscope of butterflies throwing a rave to rival a 3P fluttering around in my stomach.Sweet Death.
6
Copulation Closet
