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It’s going to be a weird week.
CHAPTER SIX
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PENN
Keon, at least, doesn’t insist on being in the room with me while I strip…so I guess that was just a Corvus thing.
The room itself is surprisingly big, and Keon picked more than just my evening attire. A beautiful bodycon dress drapes off a much taller mannequin than me, the fabric shining with fiber optics, practically neon, in the barely lit room. The dress itself is mid-thigh length, but the black cape around it, clasped onto the neckline, feels like it’s made of velvet and trails on the floor. The train is going to be even more prevalent when I put the outfit on, even with the five-inch tall neon heels paired with it.
It feels like I’m getting dressed to perform in a play rather than a ball, but a lot of my work is acting, so I don’t mind putting my costume on. I take a cursory look at the rest of my wardrobe, which Keon seems to have furnished for me. There are a lot of clothes here, more than I own back home, and they’re all stunningly beautiful.
I’m only a little annoyed. Keon has excellent taste but I still spent a long time picking out my wardrobe for this trip.
I’ll think about it later. Right now I need to get ready for the ball and I can’t let Keon distract me any further. I slide the side zipper of my jumpsuit down until it reaches my waist, taking notice of how my panties are still soaked, the inside of the jumpsuit itself wet. It only takes me a few seconds. I look at my reflection in the vertical mirror until I feel a tingle on my swollen clit. I don’t know how Keon knew I was done getting undressed, or maybe he just doesn’t care. I swallow as the electricity jolts from my core through the rest of my body, the way he’s using his powers almost enough to send me to my knees.
He’s an expert at this and I’m already almost there, the memory of the way he was looking at me enough to send me tethering over the edge. I wonder if this is going to be a thing the whole time I’m here—if I need to worry about these aliens distracting me with endless orgasms while I’m trying to work. I have to hold on to the edge of a wardrobe so I don’t end up falling. But I’m not quiet—I’ve never been quiet—and when I come a second time, I throw my head back and barely hold back a moan.
He can definitely hear me. I hear him laughing, his voice husky, and that sends another shiver down my spine.
“We can’t be late,” Keon says from the other side of the door. “Well, I can be late. You probably don’t want to be.”
He’s right. That’s not a good look for a queen. “Cut it out,” I growl from behind the door, part of me wanting him to continue.
He doesn’t. He stops as soon as I ask him to. “Whatever you want.”
The way he says the word ‘want’ sends another shiver down my spine. It makes it hard for me to keep getting dressed. I put my hand on the door, leaning against it as I catch my breath.
I slide the dress down over my shoulders. I can feel the way the fabric clings to my body, the cut of the dress cinching at my waist. The cape flows behind me as I step into the tall, neon shoes and I take a look at my reflection, the dramatic silhouette enough to make my eyes widen.
I look like an ocean-dwelling creature, bioluminescent and bright. It reminds me of an anglerfish, putting something pretty on display to catch an unwitting victim in my jaws.
I guess that’s exactly what I’m doing.
I take a moment to breathe and collect myself. Already, this has been an adventure, which is exactly what I wanted when I joined First Wave. I wish that Layla was here to share the experience with me.
Once I’m dressed, I go back to the door and step back into the marble hallway. Keon is leaning against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his skinny pants, and his lips curve in an approving smirk.
“I knew they would suit you,” he says.
“Did you guess my size, or did you somehow know?” I ask.
“We get information on all the women we bring to Aelydon,” he says. “Yes, you’re a person—and I’m not saying you’re anything but—but remember that you’re a valuable commodity.”
“I’m not sure I like being thought of that way.”
“Why not?” he says, stepping forward until he’s just a breath away. He puts his hands on my shoulders and smooths out the velvet cape, his fingers gripping my arms in a way that’s almost dirty. “I’m telling you that you have value, pretty thing, and in our world, value is power.Use that.”
He puts out his arm and I slide my hand through it to grasp his elbow, walking side by side with him. The corridor seems to stretch on and on forever–this place must be huge–with at least a dozen rooms branching off. We pass through the foyer again, and I look up at the spiral staircase to find that it winds up four stories.
This place isn’t a compound so much as a palace.
“So do you live here, too, or just Atlas?” I ask, my eyes wide.
“I’msupposedto live here, and sometimes I do if the heat is on with another family, but I also maintain a residence in the city,” he says. “Most of the Gifted think Solis is too dangerous for our kind to move about freely, but I like the chaos of the city. It has a life of its own.”
I’m starting to like this guy. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. “Me too,” I say. “I think that’s the great thing about cities: their personalities.”
