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Corvus’ lips brush against my ear. “I told you it was entrancing.”
It doesn’t fucking stop.
The instrument rings out, the drums intensifying. I can’t tell how long he plays without singing—could be two minutes or twenty. Then…when he starts to sing.
Corvus’ hard chest presses against my back, his hand sliding around to my hip. I don’t think I’m the only one who’s entranced.
Then Keon tilts his head up toward what looks like a silver icicle hanging from the ceiling, and he starts to sing.
His voice is gorgeous, singing in two tones and entirely inhuman. Keon harmonizes with himself, a deep, growling drone underneath a melodic tenor. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time, the jewel tones in his irises shifting to neon.
I shudder as my whole body goes electric, Corvus’ body pressed to mine. I’m confident he shouldn’t be in here with me, and he definitely shouldn’t be doing this. Anyone could see what’s going on here. But I feel like I’m crossfaded, high on Keon and drunk on Corvus.
Corvus starts to sway, his cock hard and pressing against my ass through our clothes. Keon’s humming turns to words—what I have to assume is Ganivet Aelyd. And even though Keon isn’t speaking English, or even any dialect of Aelyd I’m familiar with…I know what he says next.
Dance.
It’s not verbal, it’s more instinctual. He says the words, and it’s like a full-body command. I barely process how the crowd starts to writhe, given how wrapped up I am in Corvus.
And I amreallywrapped up in Corvus.
His hands come fully around my waist, pulling me back against him. He’s actually a great dancer, I’m surprised to find. His lips find my neck, and I groan and thrust my ass back against him when I feel his tongue ring grazing my pulse.
He doesn’t say a word, even though I know he would be a dirty talker given the opportunity. This is something more primal than that—like we’re under Keon’s command, the two of us. I’m convinced the deviant prince of the Ganivet family can see us from the stage, as his lips curve up at the corners.
Corvus’ hands grip my hips tight, pulling my dress up. His nails press divots into my flesh, and his teeth latch onto my neck. He’s going to leave a fucking hickey on me, a little personal touch for Atlas to find later. I have no idea how I’m going to explain it.
I don’t really care.
The music seems to blend into another song…then another. We sway to the music, never separating, Corvus practically shoving me into the barrier wall in front of me. I lock eyes with Keon as he plays his alien instrument, his fingers moving in the air and his arms swaying in what almost feels like a ritualistic dance.
I take his orders the whole night.
Dance. Grind. Caress. Kiss.
The music slows down. It just makes this whole situation worse. Corvus finally seems to collect himself enough to understand what he’s doing, but he doesn’t pull away…and that’s when I get the dirty talk I knew was coming.
“If I’d known what a space slut you were, I wouldn’t have hesitated to suck on your clit in that debriefing.”
I turn over my shoulder in a haze, just lucid enough for those words to strike me as offensive. It’s something we call each other on Earth—when there’s someone who’s into Aelyds. “What?”
He doesn’t let me turn around completely, holding me in place against the barricade. “Your scent, Penn…you wanted to be touched last night. And not just by Atlas. Byme. The way you tilted your pretty little ass up toward me…? I fucking knew.”
I gasp in a breath as his hands slide up and down my thighs, dragging my dress higher and higher. He pulls the hem high enough that his cock nestles between my thighs, resting just on the other side of a thin layer of black lace.
“And you’re wondering, aren’t you? What it would be like,” he growls. Keon’s voice carries over the crowd, mingling with Corvus’ filthy words. “If I could fuck you better than him.”
Fuck, fuck,fuck. This is not why I’m here. This is going to get me off-task at best, and at worst, killed. “Later,” I mumble.
“Why not right now?”
He grinds his hips agonizingly between my legs. It would be so simple—just unzip his pants, move the lace aside, slip inside. I’m so wet that I’m certain he can feel it, that I’m going to leave a spot on his black slacks.
“Because you can’t fuck me, Corvus,” I warn. “Aelyds’ sense of smell.”
“I don’t have to be inside you to make you come, Penn,” he whispers.
My pussy clenches painfully. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. “Enough,” I groan.
