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He now thrust two slick fingers inside me, and I cried out in sheer joy. Slowly he fucked me with those fingers, whispering in my ear in a language I didn’t understand, but my body seemed to. Maybe he’s uttering a spell, calling forth the energy that threatens to explode from my body. Or perhaps he’s commanding my body to burn in this hell of unrelenting pleasure. All I know is that the thrills that jolt me seem to last forever, yet I haven’t reached my crescendo. I want to get there, and I buck my hips on his hand, demanding more, as shivers rack my body. I’m burning hot and cold simultaneously, and it’s delicious torture.
“Thorn,” I gasped, not caring that I was begging. “More.”
“Oh, yes, there is so much more,” he said. “Night upon night of pleasure. Needs you didn’t know you had uncovered. Pain and pleasure jumbled to ecstasy.”
“Thorn!” I pleaded.
He sighed. “Whatever you want.”
His fingers picked up the pace, and I’m lost in sensations so intense, I don’t know my name. My chest ached from breathing so hard, and fire engulfed me, so I was burning and breaking apart like fireworks. I exploded, and my vision filled with a thousand stars.
“Thorn!” I cried out one last time.
16
The gala fulfilled every fantasy I imagined.
Every surface and body in the place glittered with wealth. Thorn took my arm, and we walked a red carpet to the front door, where he handed an attendant an invitation.
“Shade Dagon Thorn and guest.” The woman smiled broadly at him and then shot me a dismissive glance. “Enjoy your evening.”
I met his eyes, and we both laughed over her expression. “Well, we’ve discovered who they’re catering to, haven’t we?”
He shrugged. “Don’t worry. Come Monday, the woman won’t have a job anymore.”
I squeezed his arm. “Don’t bother. It’s not important. I’m not worried about it. Women have treated me like that my whole life. Or did you forget that you’re not the first important man I’ve been with?”
He paused and gazed down at me. “The females in your pack treated you that way?”
The bafflement on Thorn’s face heated my neck in embarrassment.
“The females were the loudest voices voting for my exile.”
“And your mate went along with it?”
I shrugged. What could I say? Talking about Kye’s betrayal and the pack’s ostracism still struck a raw nerve. It’s ‘change-the-subject’ time.
“Shade, huh?”
Thorn gazed over the crowd and didn’t answer as if the question was irrelevant.
“Thorn?”
“Yes,” he said, surveying the crowd. “Call me that.”
I glared at Thorn for the dismissive manner in which he treated my question, but he paid no attention.
Thorn waited for several people to pass before leaning in close. “Use our link here. Makes it easier to communicate. Ready?”
I nodded. “Sure. I feel the next artifact. Shall we?”
He urged me to guide us through the room, pausing when people greeted and glad-handed him. But I glanced over the room because the artifact pulled hard—more than the stone eye. It's as if when I collected more pieces, more wanted to be found.
What would Thorn say about that?
Did Thorn bank on my artifact radar? The ping of paranoia in my head constantly whispered I knew little about the man. And he seemed to know everything about me.
Then again, I'm not a mob boss or a demon. It's easy to suss out intel aboutmoisince pack members were all too happy to dish out all the ick they had collected.
