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The simple words send a wave of heat crashing over me as I imagine Max’s hungry stare across the room as he watches my body move to the sensual beat.
“Fine, have fun watching,” I purr, giving him a devious smile. His eyes widen, clearly not expecting me to give up so easily. Oh, big mistake, my surly god of destruction, I’ll make you wish you’d joined us.
With that, I turn on my heel, making sure to put an extra sway to my hips as I thread my arms through Adrian and Kyros’ waiting ones.
Everyone else is already on the dance floor. Nelle gives me a shrug as Domenic dances beside her, smiling as he speaks in her ear to be heard over the thumping bass. Maybe he was just nervous before.
Kali and Stacia dance beside them, and Kali gives me an amused look, probably for Nelle and my super-secret mission turning out to be a complete success.
Zina takes the lead with Lucas, directing his awkward movements. I can’t help but smile at them. The two are so adorable with each other, I can’t believe I hadn’t seen that before.
Warm, masculine hands wrap around my hips, pulling me back against a hard chest.
“Is it time to continue yet?” Adrian whispers in my ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps on my skin. His mouth moves lower, trailing his lips lightly across my skin, and I moan at the contact. My hips move in time to the music, and Adrian moves with me, letting me feel him through his dress pants with every move.
I bite my lip as a wave of desire washes over me, my gaze connecting with Kyros’ a moment later. He’s standing back and enjoying the view as Adrian’s hands trail teasing touches up my stomach. I bite my bottom lip and my gaze roves over Kyros, imagining his powerful body pressed up against mine too.
Adrian kisses my neck again and I moan as he sucks at the sensitive skin there. My head rolls back as pleasure washes over me. I feel Kyros’s eyes on me, hungrily perusing the long line of my neck down to my cleavage.
“Kyros,” I plead, reaching out a hand to him, wanting to feel him pressed against my front. Adrian grins, the movement brushing against my skin.
Kyros doesn’t miss a beat as he prowls towards me. He slides one hand onto my waist, the other one gripping my upper back—the hold causing me to arch my spine. My breasts push against his chest, and my ass grinds hard against Adrian’s growing erection.
Kyros pushes a leg between mine, and the movement of my hips causes my clit to grind against his muscular thigh. He presses into me, moving his own hips in time with Adrian and me, letting me feel his hardening length against my hip.
Adrian nips his teeth against my neck, making me gasp, only for the sound to be cut off a moment later when Kyros mouth finds mine, his tongue wasting no time caressing my own in a scintillating kiss. I gasp, my lungs starved for air as we part. Their movements tease my body, and pleasure heats my skin at each movement of Kyros’ leg against my needy clit.
My gaze darts back to the table, to see Maximus’ reaction, and my lips widen into a full-blown grin as I find his hungry gaze on mine. His chair is turned fully in our direction, watching every move, every touch, intently.
I chance a glance over at Mateo, wondering if his expression holds the same desire I found earlier. Instead, he stands rigidly against the wall, no longer lazily propped against it. His hands clenched tightly into fists, his teeth grinding together so hard his face is red with the effort. All the warmth flees my body at the sight. This ends right now. Kyros and Adrian pause their movements against me, noticing the tension radiating from me.
“I need to figure out what’s going on with Mateo,” I say above the music, and they both glance in his direction, their easy smiles dropping as they take in his body language.
“That’s probably for the best, sweetheart,” Kyros says with a small smile, placing a tender kiss on my lips.
“I’m not sure what’s been going on with him, but it’s time it comes to an end,” Adrian agrees. “Besides, we can always continue this in a more private setting.” He tugs my earlobe between his teeth, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin. A shudder runs over my body at the implication, and I suddenly find it very difficult to extricate myself from between their hard bodies.
They leave me little choice, though, as they move a few inches back, giving me some space to clear the haze of lust from my mind. No, this has to be done. I can’t continue enjoying myself when one of my mates is quite obviously in distress.
Kali stares at me curiously, her brows cocking in question, as she and Stacia pause their movements. I mouth the words “I’ll be back,” and she nods, giving me a departing wave. Glancing over at Nelle, I find her and Domenic locked in a passionate kiss.
“I’ll let her know whenever they come back up for air.” Adrian chuckles, and I give him a grateful smile, shaking my head in amusement. I glance back, looking for Kyros, only to notice him striding towards Maximus. His muscles relax a fraction as Kyros undoubtedly fills him in.
I pull in a deep breath, steeling myself, and replaying my plan in my head.
I march across the room, my gaze hard on Mateo, yet he doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes dart around the room, attempting to look at anything but me. Well, tough luck, he’s going to speak to me one way or another.
As I stomp towards him, I notice Katrina standing alone without Veronica by her side, her gaze focused on the dancefloor, staring at Stacia and Kali. I turn back to Katrina to tell her off if she’s about to start a scene with them, but I pause, noticing her small, sad smile as she watches them swaying to the music. A tear rolls down her cheek as she catches me watching her. I tense, readying myself for her scathing remark, but to my surprise, she stares at the ground, and turns to the door.
I watch her climbing the stairs, her shoulders slumped as the weight of pushing her sister away clearly presses in on her. I look away, focusing again on why I left Adrian’s and Kyros’ hard bodies on the dancefloor.
“Mateo,” I bark, taking my last stomping footstep before him. His eyes snap to me, lips pursing as his brows crease in frustration.
“What?” he grinds out between gritted teeth, his body vibrating with tension. I cross my arms over my chest, quirking an eyebrow in question. I won’t let his gruff tone deter me.
“We’re talking, now.” My tone is strong and clear, not allowing for any other option. He may be stubborn, but he is about to learn how hard-headed I can be, too.
He glowers down at me, and I hold it unflinchingly. His look is not intimidating in the least. Sure, I understand how it would strike fear in the hearts of others, but me? I can see the pain hiding just behind the cold steel in his hazel eyes, can read the slight downturn of his lips as melancholy, not rage.
