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His fingers flexed and disappeared.
I waited for some rejoinder, a rough touch, or an offering of snide banter he thought fitting.
Silence greeted me.
“Killian?” I rotated on my heel, my eyes squeezed shut, expecting his mocking laugh.
Craving it.
I peeled my eyes open.
The cool room stood empty, leaving me alone.
“Fuck.”
The word twisted around the space as I picked up my burden and started for the stairs, studying every step to avoid a pair of dark, glittering eyes, possession written across them. The false collar at my throat weighed more than the wine piled high in my arms.
When I reached the main floor, I couldn’t find him, no matter how hard I looked.
And that made it so much worse.
Chapter Five
Killian
She spent the night with James in dungeon four. I knew because, like a good little stalker, I watched her flirt shamelessly whilethey worked the bar from the distanced security of Rafe’s office. I’d offered to give him a break from the books and set myself a night of paperwork, but instead I spent the time haunting camera feeds that overlooked the circular center bar of Fray’s main floor.
Her flirting didn’tbother me, not until the swan shifter began to flirt back. And by flirt, I meant touch. Intimately. It started with bottle and glass juggling, a trick they’d worked on for hours one weekend. Always popular, they pulled it out on busier nights to draw a tight crowd around them, letting patrons take all the photos they wanted.
Whatever they needed to do, as long as their fans bought up the liquor Lux always ensured we had on hand to ease the ache of their thirst trap.
A thought turned over in my brain, and I filed it away to look at later. As the night progressed, their quick-step around each other became an intricate dance filled with brief touches. His hands on her waist as he moved past her, ducking beneath her hair as she whirled around from order to order. A quick kiss to her cheek froze her altogether and drew an audible growl from me, although I was the only one around to hear it.
Once service slowed to a crawl around two AM, Rafe signaled them for last calls. When the remaining bodies on the floor were the staff, James held out his hand to her. Unspeaking, still.
For a switch, he did a damn finejob of playing the Dom.
With her back to the camera, Lux placed her hand in his. Without hesitation, he drew her to the stairs leading to the four dungeon rooms reserved for heavier players. She never looked back as he stepped around behind her, but the glance he shot over his shoulder into the club was aimed straight at the camera lens, and me.
The cheeky bastard knew I’d spent the night watching her.
He raised a key in his hand and gave me a two-fingered wave, forks up.
It didn’t stop me from switching screens until I found them. Then I got to see what I’d always wanted to do but never had a reason.
Now my inner stalker had come out to play, I had a damn fine motive.
I wanted Lux.
Not for playtime or a quick fuck. I wanted her in my arms, teasing her and knowing she wanted the attention I offered. I wanted her permission to stretch her hands above her head and let her taste the kiss of my whips. I wanted to follow that with orgasms so strong she wouldn’t know if her tears came from pain or pleasure, leaving her on a dizzying exhilaration high.
I wanted to be there to catch her when she dropped, and wake next to her in my bed each morning, to stroke my fingers over her soft skin and tangle them in her hair when I loved her to the point of breaking as the sun rose.
Obsession’s tempting kiss provided heady, sweet caresses as I hardened in my jeans at the thought of her beneath me, though I refused to touch myself over her. Not until she knew, and that point approached us fast. My reasons were my own. Rafe knew what I wanted. He hadn’t given me his permission, and I didn’t give a fuck.
All I wanted was hers.
Finally, I found theright screen. James had tied her to a Y frame, named for its upright shape. Her cuffed wrists were stretched out in a wide V shape while her legs were bound together at the ankles. Lux stood with her back to me, bared to the waist. Long, white bands decorated the inside of her arms, faint, but the white tattoo gleamed beneath the dungeon’s lighting.
