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I chuckle. “You’ll live. I have to check in and see if my flame is interested in revisiting the stage.”
“Yes, I’m sure it’s such a hardship to claim her juicy little cunt while an audience watches with rapt fascination,” he says, laughing. “Have you seen Silence? I need him to provide assistance during the show.”
“Check the bar in The Den. If he’s not there, he’s likely serving in one of the high-roller rooms.” I pat him on the shoulder, then head off to see how this plays out.
* * *
“Want to run away together, just me and you?” Ali asks, nuzzling her nose to my throat.
“You should know, I’ll follow you anywhere at any time.” I run my hand down the back of her head as the other teases up the hem of her silky slip dress. “Is that a no? We’re under no obligation to fill in.”
“Is that right?” Warm breath puffs out against my throat as she grinds over my thickening length. “You seem interested in the possibility.” The naughty little fae is spitting out so many pheromones as she gyrates her hips just right that it’s very difficult not to sink my teeth in.
“Am I down to make sure everyone in The Den knows you’re mine? Yeah, I am. But I’m not going to push because of the circumstances.”
“There’s also the fact that I try to stay out of the council’s periphery.” Her tits press against my chest, and it suddenly doesn’t seem so appealing to share her with others.
“I can help with that,” Silence says, stepping out of the shadows with Malice, who’s in full demon form.
Ali jolts, but my hand tightens on her ass, keeping her in place.
“How?” I ask.
“My magic extends beyond simply viewing events from the past and being able to sense truth.” He comes over, wedging himself between me and the armrest of the couch. “I can influence how others see you for short periods of time, essentially glamoring you.”
“How long would it hold?” Ali asks.
“I’m not fucking her while she looks like someone else,” I growl.
“That’s very sweet.” She pushes up on her knees, kissing my cheek.
I tease my other hand down, flipping up the back of her dress.
Malice groans. “Fuck my life. I want to participate.”
“Sucks to be you.” I chuckle, pulling her ass apart as my pinkies brush her lower lips.
“The quickening is definitely coming within the next several days,” Silence says. “And to get things back on track, the glamor will hold for no longer than an hour or two, considering the number of people. It will drain me more quickly than if it was only for one or two guests.”
“Is that long enough?” Ali asks me.
It does wild shit to my brain that she looks to me for an answer. She finally trusts me as she should after so many years of effort. My shoulders pull back as my chest puffs up.
“Don’t stroke his ego,” Silence grumbles. “He hardly needs it.”
I tease her pussy over the scrap of material she calls panties. “I suppose that depends on how well you let me use your tight little body.”
Ali snorts, shaking her head.
“Hex will honor your boundaries,” Malice says, his face appearing out of nowhere. “But they will expect him to participate.”
“What does that mean?” she asks, looking at him over her shoulder.
“Everyone knows Laz is in the doghouse with Vivie,” Malice says. “It will be a closed show, only witnessed by the council and a few tables stacked with employees Saber has deemed trustworthy.”
“Okay. Get to the point.” Ali huffs.
“You and Hex will appear to be Laz and Vivie during the performance—” Silence starts.
