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“You wouldn’t want to make love to me?”
“Oh, hell yeah. I’d want to. I do right now,” he admitted, leaning even closer, brushing his thumb back and forth across her palm. “But I’d make sure you were wet and needy for me first.”
“How?”
Seth hadn’t thought it was possible, but every visible inch of her skin flushed darker. God, this verbal foreplay was better than the last round of sweaty sex he’d had with a sub whose name and face he’d already forgotten.
“Well, I could use my fingers, but I’d much rather check your needy little cunt with my tongue…” The stunned breathlessness on her face and her fine trembling spurred him on. “I’d feast on you, angel, as if you were my last meal. I’d lap and lick at you, sucking in your clit and delving into your soaked passage until you came hard.”
“Seth…” Her plea was sweet and shocked and aroused as hell.
“Angel?” he tossed back, already considering where he might be able to find them privacy inside the house. No one would notice if they disappeared for an hour…or five, right?
“I-I…”
Before she could wrap her brain around her thoughts and speak, her mobile phone blared between them, rude and insistent. She jerked in response, hands fumbling as she picked up the device and obviously tried to gather her wits.
Heavenly opened her phone and scanned the screen. Her lips parted and her eyes widened with a totally different emotion.
Alarm.
Suddenly, she shot up and darted away, calling to him over her shoulder. “I have to go. Sorry…”
What? No. She couldn’t just go. Why the hell was she leaving?
Seth was mere seconds behind her. “Tell me what’s wrong. What upset you, angel?”
“I can’t stay. I’m sorry. We’ll talk later. Bye.”
He charged after her with longer strides—until Pike suddenly stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “Hey, Seth. I got a question.”
“Later. I need to talk to her.” He sidestepped the guy and gestured to Heavenly.
Pike grabbed his arm. “No, you don’t. Beck wants you to stop sniffing around that girl like a dog in heat. So I told him I’d make you heel.”
The pierced, tatted Dom’s sly smile sent Seth’s temper soaring. “You tell that asshole that lifting his hind leg and pissing all over her doesn’t make her his. Now fuck off.”
He shoved past Pike and jogged past the other guests, scanning for those blond waves and that bright blue dress. Nothing. He darted for the front door and wrenched it open, hoping to spot her. But when he searched up and down the shadowy street, it was clear Heavenly had disappeared.
“If it would please you, Sir, this girl would happily join you in your private room.”
Chastity’s endorphin-drunk invitation made Beck tense. The submissive rode her natural high after the “punishment” she’d begged him for and now nestled her welted ass on his lap. Normally after a hard scene with his favorite whip, Beck would be loose and relaxed. He’d definitely be ready to take Chas or whomever he played with to bed, plow her deep and hard. He’d done it—and most of the subs here—many times.
Tonight, his cock was snoring.
He refused to close his eyes and pretend she was Heavenly. He might be a prick, but he wasn’t completely heartless. Besides, he couldn’t fool himself, even if he tried.
Grimacing at the hopeful lust in Chastity’s eyes, Beck brushed sweaty red strands of hair from her face gently. “Not tonight.”
What else could he say? He couldn’t give her a good reason for his refusal. Hell, he couldn’t even give himself one. Fixating on a blue-eyed virgin was a terrible fucking excuse.
When he’d come to Shadows tonight, playing with a willing pain slut had sounded like a fantastic distraction. He’d eagerly peeled off his lab coat, fully intending to let the sadist inside him stretch. Gratification that didn’t come from his fist had sounded mighty nice, too.
That wasn’t happening. All he could think about was having Heavenly in his arms.
Not happening. Sure, Heavenly might have submissive tendencies, but he doubted BDSM was even a blip on her radar. Hell, as sheltered as she was, she’d probably never heard of it.
Unfortunately, none of that stopped him from imagining her naked and panting and bound for him, her ass throbbing and red with his marks…
Yeah, he was a fucking perv. Everyone knew it, especially him.
“This girl understands, Sir,” Chastity said. “Please excuse this girl for asking.”
Somehow her soft acceptance only made Beck feel worse. She’d approached him to sate her need for pain, and he’d done it, wishing he was a thousand miles away the whole time. He couldn’t bring himself to satisfy her in any other way.
“No apology necessary. You better now?” It wasn’t Chas’s fault that she wasn’t the woman on his mind, and he refused to be a dismissive prick.
