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Volethos tightens his hold on me for a moment longer, then relaxes, allowing me to move to the middle of the bed, where the sheets are cold and not nearly as soft as they were next to him. Then he stretches his arms over his head and yawns a jaw-cracking yawn. I can’t help but watch as the sheet, bunched around his hips, inches lower…and lower…and…lower. Until I’m certain he’s not wearing anything under it.
And you were curled up against him like a kitten.
What in the fucking hell is wrong with me that I have to remind myself that he’s dangerous, not to mention an asshole? I shouldnotbe feeling safe waking up in his arms!
Before I can think more on that, there is a knock at the door. The bed shifts suddenly, and when I look over, Volethos has a blaster in one hand, and the other is reaching toward me.
“Your morning repast,” a muffled voice calls from the hallway.
Volethos deflates and quickly tucks the blaster away.
“Dude, you slept with that under your pillow?” I balk.
I get a bored glance, then he’s rolling out of bed, and I forget all about the blaster when I’m treated to the sight of his tight ass just below the stub of a tail. Because of course he has a tail. Or part of one. My mind wanders, and I start to wonder what happened to it.
Giving myself a shake, I get back to the more pressing matter of the gun. “What if it went off while we were asleep?” I ask, gathering up the sheets and pressing them to my chest.
Volethos smirks at me over his shoulder as he pulls his pants up. “Maybe you should stay over on your side of the bed if you’re worried about my blaster going off prematurely.”
My mouth drops open, and he struts over to the door.
* * *
Lookinginto the mirror in the bathroom, I adjust the intricate holo-suit collar. As lovely as it is, I can’t help thinking it reminds me of something I’d see on an evil villainess in a campy sci-fi drama. Reaching behind my neck, I flip the small switch and watch as my skin turns pink and my hair fades from dark brown to blonde.
“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen,” I mutter to my reflection.
Taking a step back, I gently smooth my hands down the revealing dress Volethos pulled out of the duffel he brought with him. It’s a simple sheath dress with slits running up both legs and a soft cowl neckline that bares my shoulders and a whole lot of my chest, drawing attention to the collar as well as the soft swell of my breasts.
“Don’t bend over,” I remind myself. Or turn suddenly. Or do anything but stand still.
A soft tap at the door drags my attention away from my reflection just as it slides open, and Volethos—the golden god version—peeks his head inside. “We’re going to be late—”
His gruff voice cuts off suddenly, and I don’t miss the way his eyes drift over my body. Or how they latch on the deep neckline and my practically exposed boobs. Or that his strange blue eyes swirl, and his tongue darts out to wet his full bottom lip.
Something about that small movement has me biting down on my own lip, trying to staunch the surprising erotic shock that shoots straight to my core.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, picking up the silk mask I wore when we arrived and that we’re required to wear anytime we leave our room. I slip it over my eyes as I follow him.
This gathering is a kind of meet and greet. Instead of having dinner brought to our room, refreshments will be provided while we mingle with the other swingers… I mean, couples. It’s held in a large banquet room. Tables filled with food and drink line one wall, while plush chairs, couches and settees have been placed around the large open space.
“Remember what I said.” Volethos leans in close, gently tucking my hair behind my ear, which sends a skittering of chills down my neck and across my skin. “Don’t speak unless asked a direct question, and even then, keep your answer vague. I’ll explain that you are here to watch. That that’s your kink.”
I can’t stop the shiver at his words. And it doesn’t go unnoticed by Volethos either.
He angles his body, and the dark chuckle he breathes into my ear has my eyes sliding shut. “That’s not far from the truth, is it?”
I swallow but keep quiet. Even if it was,which it’s not—at least, I don’t think it is—I wouldn’t admit it.
Volethos steps around me so he’s at my back. One of his large hands curls around my waist to rest lightly across my stomach, making me feel like I’m surrounded by him. The warmth from his body seeps into me as we start to circle the room.
Our disguises are flawless. Thank goodness because the silk masks that everyone is wearing do little to disguise anyone. As we make our way through the room, I don’t miss the way Volethos’s warrior body turns heads, both male and female. The hungry gazes that follow us as we pass by are unnerving, and I find myself stomping down my jealousy every time he grins at a beautiful female, or one grins at him, tossing lustrous hair over their shoulders or giving him come-hither looks.
Suddenly I recall the conversation we had where Volethos asked if I would be opposed if he chose tointeract.At the time, that wouldn’t have bothered me in the least. But now I’m not so sure. And for reasons I can’t begin to understand, I catch myself biting the inside of my cheek to keep my face impassive and my words to myself. I find myself wishing he didn’t have to hide behind his disgustingly pretty disguise. Because if he were showing his true form, all these biddies wouldn’t be giving him a second look. He’d be all mine.
Before I have a chance to consider wherethatastounding thought came from, a giant of a man steps directly in our path. He looks like one of the orc aliens that acted as our jailers, only this one is bigger. His clothes are expensive, and his body language is more refined.
Still, I can’t help the small, shuffled step I take backward and directly into Volethos. And I don’t miss the way his hand tightens around me, steadying me.
