Page 205 of Sorrow & Strangers

“So fucking intoxicating . . .” he groans into my neck.

“So hard,” I whisper on another moan.

“Mine,” he growls, and I drag my nails down his arms, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. “I’m never going to leave at this rate.”

“You’re the one rubbing against me,” I whisper, brushing my lips along his jaw.

“And you’re just the innocent victim, helpless at the feel of my cock?” he says, huffing a laugh between licks and nibbles against my pulse.

Fuck.

I shift, the lace of my panties rubbing abrasively against the overly sensitive flesh between my thighs.

“Stranger. Please. I’m so we⁠—”

His hand covers my mouth. “Princess, I am only so strong,” he warns, and the desperate hunger in his voice makes my pussy throb in need.

The door at my back opens, and if not for the stranger’s quick instincts and strength, I’d be on my ass in the room.

“Thought I heard moaning,” Alice grumbles, and she closes the door again.

My cheeks are warm, not just from the embarrassment of being caught rubbing against my stalker in the hallway by my best friend, but also because of the severity of the need I feel.

“Tonight . . .” the stranger begins, his lips moving to my ear. “I’ll keep my glamour minimal.” He nips at my ear. “Very minimal.”

I pull back, looking at him.

“You won’t know what I am exactly, and my face will be glamoured.” He holds my gaze, searching my eyes for . . . something.

“Your lips?” I ask, focusing on his mouth.

“I will make those mine.”

I look up at him, the desire in his eyes almost taking my breath away. “So perhaps that’s what your prize should be,” I say. “If you find me.”

“A kiss?” he asks, his pupils dilating even more.

I nod slowly. “One kiss.”

His lips twitch.

“What?”

He chuckles darkly. “Little fae, I would find you if you were in the depths of Hell, if you were deep in the forests of Gyria, if you were lost to the unconscious realm for a lesser prize. A mask will not stop me.” He drags his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling at the soft, pliant flesh. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Tonight . . .” I whisper, flicking my tongue against his thumb, needing to taste him. He flashes me that dazzling smile he seems to reserve just for me and steps back. He adjusts himself before turning away, and I slump against the door, watching the pleasing way his back muscles flex as he walks.

Opening the door at my back, I nearly fall into the suite. Alice looks up from the shifter she is straddling on the couch, staring at me for a long moment. Climbing off him, she pulls him up and shoos him toward the door. I step aside and watch as she swats at the protesting blond male until he’s out in the hall, holding his pants and gaping at her. She waves and slams the door before turning and giving me a knowing look.

“So, who was that?” I ask, sitting on the couch.

Alice shrugs. “His name might have been Silas. Or Drew.” She drops down beside me, looking freshly fucked.

“So, want to tell me why you were making out with your stalker in the hall and not in your bedroom?”

“We’ve been avoiding beds.”

Alice frowns. “Why?”