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The hallway opens into a lobby, where a desk with a single female waits for us. Her face brightens when she looks up and sees us. “Good evening, and how may I assist you?”
I step up beside Shae, tucking her into my side again, then hand the female our invitation.
“Excellent,” she chirps, looking it over quickly and then handing over a tablet. “I just need your information and payment, and then I’ll show you to your room.”
It only takes a moment to enter our aliases and transfer the credits from the untraceable account we set up beforehand. Holding up a keycard and a decorative folder, the female steps out from behind the desk and motions for us to follow, then leads us into a different hallway. This one is dimly lit and decorated in warm colors.
She stops at one of the doors about halfway down the hall and turns to face us. “This will be your room for the next few days.” She taps the card to the reader, then she hands us the folder. “This is your itinerary. A repast will be brought to your room each morning and night, and you’ll be expected to attend each of the group sessions.” Her eyes are bright when she leans in and, in a conspiratorial whisper, adds, “I have it on good authority that Kurrahstka himself enjoys popping in from time to time and participating.”
I can’t keep my smile back, “Well, how fortuitous for us. We’ll be looking forward to that.”
The female grins back and hands me the key, then turns on her heel and heads back down the hall. After pushing open the door, I step to the side so Shae can enter first.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Shae
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Volethos’s hand drops away from the small of my back when I step through the doorway, and I try not to notice the chill that runs up my spine at the loss of its warmth.
“This is…nice,” I whisper as I take in the spacious room.
“Nice” isn’t quite the right word. The room is gorgeous and nothing like I was expecting. Its brightly lit with crisp, white recessed lighting. In fact, the entire room is done in white, but it doesn’t come across as sterile or washed out. The walls are a soft eggshell.
The center of the room is taken up by a huge platform bed that’s low to the ground, with gauzy curtains that fall from the ceiling to circle it. Against the far wall is a small table for meals. Across the bed is a modern-looking armoire that I’m afraid to guess at what might be inside it. To my left is a doorway that must lead to a bathroom.
It’s missing something though.
“Shouldn’t there be an upside-down pineapple somewhere?” I chuckle softly to myself, thinking of the symbol for swingers back on Earth.
I turn at the sound of the soft latch of the door closing. Volethos walks past me, dropping the duffels with our things next to the armoire. “Hmm,” he sighs as he takes in the room. “It will do.”
“It will do?” I snort and then turn my best glare on him, only to have whatever else I was going to say vanish from my mind.
Volethos’s eyes are on me. Well, nothiseyes. That’s what stops me. I was expecting to meet yellow eyes above a crooked nose and sharp cheekbones. Instead, I’m face to face with a god-like warrior who oozes beauty and virility. Those eyes drag over my body in a way that makes me feel naked, and I start to consider sneaking off to the bathroom.
“Take the cloak off,” Volethos orders me.
“Excuse me?” My hands go to my neck, as if his words alone will have the clasps releasing.
His eyes narrow, and a low growl rumbles from his throat. “I said, take it off.”
“No!” I recoil as my feet shuffle backward. His eyes narrow, and I keep backing up until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
“I want to see the dress I chose for you,” he tells me as he begins a slow advance. “I’ve been dying to see it since the boutique, and then since I put that collar on you.”
When I try to take another step backward, I end up pin-wheeling, losing my balance and falling back onto the bed. Volethos takes advantage of the opportunity and lunges, leaping onto the bed and caging me with his body.
“Last chance,” he warns me as he forces me flat.
Instead of giving in, I fight him, shoving at his chest and trying to drive a knee between his legs. But he pins my hips and easily captures my hands, stretching them above my head in one of his. His free hand goes to the neck of my cloak, and he pulls it open, popping the clasps one by one until the sides fall away.
My chest is heaving, and I glance down, expecting to see my breasts spilling through the deep neckline. Thankfully they are still covered.
Volethos slowly drags his swirling eyes down my body, taking in the dress along with all my bared skin. Despite telling myself that the way he’s drinking me in isn’t affecting me in the least, my nipples harden. The tight peaks press up against the soft fabric. I hope he doesn’t notice…
“Look how your body begs for my touch,” he rasps, lightly dragging his fingers across my collarbone and down my side to the deep slit that stops at my hip.
