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I look down at her. My brows pull together.
She’s the single most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, and she doesn’t even realize it. Doesn’t seem to know how much power she has over me—regardless of her magic. Suppressed or not.
We need to figure that out.
Beau finishes his drink and slips from the booth, beckoning us to follow him. We head down an aisle and then down another flight of stairs, this one curving in a spiral. Astra, behind me, keeps her hands on my shoulders. I ignore the way that sends little electric zaps through me, straight to my dick.
The stairwell gives way to a massive dance hall. There’s a DJ up on a platform, a glittering full-face mask hiding his features. The music beats through us, and I almost rock back.
“Dance,” Beau says, and it sounds like a fantastic idea.
I grab Astra’s hand. We move through the gyrating bodies until we’re swallowed up by them. When we’ve gone far enough, I stop and face her.
She loops her arms around my neck, but I want her closer. I relish the feel of her curvy, soft body on mine. I dig my fingers into her hips. The music coerces us into dancing, until we’re in sync with everyone else.
Astra tips her head back and closes her eyes. Her blonde hair cascades down her back. Her Mark is pitch-black against her pale skin in the neon lights, and I itch to touch it.
I’m not sure why I’m not touching it.
I lean down and trail my lips across her jaw, down the side of her neck. I don’t want her to panic, but she doesn’t seem to mind it on her Mark side. There were no bites there from her time with Gage.
Her little gasps are only evident from the hitch in her chest and the way her fingers tighten on my shoulders.
“Kian,” she whispers, her mouth at my ear.
I push my knee between her legs. We’re still dancing but inextricably connected. My thigh touches her core, and she groans slightly as she grinds on me.
Fuck.
The bodies bump into us, jostling us deeper into the crowd, but no one so much as glances at us. We’re invisible—and that, in and of itself—is a heady sensation.
I have so many eyes on me all the time, but now I just have Astra’s stormy gaze, burning with lust, to contend with. And it unlocks something inside me.
I catch the back of her neck and slam my lips to hers. She doesn’t try to pull away—not that there’s anywhere for her to go. Pride and desire and need surge through me.
Astra is mine.
She’s kissing me back with just as much vigor, and I lift her by the backs of her thighs. She wraps her legs around me, her arms winding around my neck. Her chest is smashed to mine, and it takes restraint to keep from tearing her clothes off.
It doesn’t stop me from grinding my cock against her core, though. Layers of clothes separate us, dulling the sensation. I just want more.
She nips at my lips. Her moan goes straight through me. There’s a new wild side of her. She’s become feral, and I relish it. Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging my head to the side. She drags her mouth down my jaw, to my throat. Her teeth on my skin. Not quite a bite, but a hint of it.
My dick hardens.
I growl deep in my chest. I navigate through the dancers to a quiet, dark hall. I drop her legs and waste no time tugging her leggings down, guiding her foot out. Then she’s right back up in my arms, and her back slams into the wall.
She grabs my face and kisses me harder. Her hands slip from my face and go to my jeans, and in a matter of seconds, my cock is free. She guides it between her legs and lets me take over. I run the head of my cock through her wetness, and she moans. It’s low, like a purr in her chest, and it almost undoes me right there.
How long have I waited for this? For her?
I cover her Mark with my palm, pushing her face into the wall. Her chest rises and falls, and I relish the smell of her. I bite at her Mark. She’s soaking wet around my cock head, which still teases her entrance.
“Kian, please.”
When she moans again—telling me she likes the little snaps of pain that come with pleasure—I thrust into her.
There’s the slightest resistance, but that, too, breaks.
