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They may have been toying with me, letting me have some minor victories to make the game more even, but I was always playing to lose.
Elias smirks, leaning in so his lips ghost against mine. He’s not even kissing me properly, but the promise of it, along with my already racing heart, the thrill of it all, makes my knees feel weak. “Why are you fighting us, darling?”
I swallow, having to take a moment to remember how to speak. “’Cause you two were doing it, and it looked like fun. It’s hot. A bit of pretend struggle or whatever. Um…”
His hand is beneath my skirt now, high enough to toy with the lace of my panties.
“You could have been hurt.”
“You were holding back enough not to hurt each other. I trusted both of you enough not to hurt me. And you didn’t.”
Elias chuckles, perhaps a touch coldly. “You put too much faith in creatures you don’t understand.”
“I put my faith inyou.”
It’s an oddly serious conversation to have while he’s feeling me up.
Caelan sidles up behind us, and his lips press against the back of my neck. “So. You like playing like this too, huh?”
“Mmm… maybe.”
Elias’ fingers follow the line of my panties, between my legs, and I groan as he lightly rubs against me. I’d been so preoccupied with the play-fighting that I hadn’t appreciated it at the time, but the way Elias had pinned me, the intensity of being held down like that, really was arousing.
I’m turned on enough to be fairly slick already, and Elias’ wandering fingers are doing nothing to help the situation. “It seems youdolike it,” he notes, a touch of smugness in his voice.
I shiver at the contact, heat pooling in my belly. God. After the date, dancing, and experimenting with them like that, I need more. I need him to kiss me, touch me.
Now. Please.
But Elias doesn’t. He’s looking at me with desire clouding his eyes like he wants it just as badly as I do, but then he steels himself. “I think we need to talk.”
“What?”
“We should go back up to the room.”
I entirely understand going somewhere private because it’s obvious exactly where the evening is progressing. But to talk? He sounds so damn serious.
Elias releases me, and I smooth my dress down again, face warm. I share a glance with Caelan. “That sounds like a not-good talk… did I do something wrong?” I ask.
“Nah. He gets grumpy when he has blue balls.” Caelan snorts.
“Well, we could go upstairs andnottalk to help with that.”
Caelan laughs at my forwardness, and even Elias softens, giving a quiet chuckle. “Unfortunately, there won’t be time for me to partake in any such activities before my meeting.”
“Dammit,” I blurt out before I can catch myself.
“Quite,” Elias agrees. “But no, not a bad talk. However, if you want to start playing rough with us, we need to have a proper conversation about your limits and what safe words you would prefer. Important details like that.”
“Oh.”
It’s not as though the issue has never come up before. More like we’ve danced around it. The first time I was with them, Caelan and I had explicitly agreed that knife play was something we’d want to try, and Elias had briefly mentioned a few things I would be very interested in doing. It had also come up in our text conversations, with the direction some of the more heated ones went.
It’s not as though I don’t already have a decent idea of what they’re into. And they certainly know what I’m keen on, but Elias is right. We’ve never had the chance to properly sit down and talk that sort of thing through.
The idea makes me a little nervous again, and I find myself wringing the hem of my dress as the three of us make our way to the elevator and back upstairs.
Good nervous.
