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“Turkish?” My curious tone made him nod back at me.
“Yes, it’s my home language. Truly dear to my heart.” He paused to take a bite of his salad before continuing. “From all these languages, I take it you aim to be a world traveler then?” A pleasant tone of genuine interest wove through his voice as we ate the summer strawberry and pecan salad topped with fresh goat cheese and a creamy vinaigrette.
“I wouldn’t mind, but really, I just love languages. They come naturally to me, and I enjoy conversing with people in their native dialects whenever possible. Despite the remoteness here, we have visiting instructors every year. I learned Arabic in preparation for a visiting ancient texts professor who came in from Lebanon. She spoke amazing English and French, but when she spoke in Arabic, I could hear her excitement for the subject that became contagious. She’s from a Kelloric coven in Damascus, and I hope to visit her there one day to see her work in person.”
Corbin turned his focused gaze back to me, discarding his salad to give me his full rapt attention. “I got to travel all over the world a bit with the Guild Council as a Sentori, which I’m looking forward to doing again now that I have responsibilities to Xynin covens all over the globe. Someone like you would come in handy.” There was that twinkle in his eye again, and the subtle interest in his earlier tone morphed into something much more obvious. It was my turn to flush, even as I felt the familiar foreboding sensation of copper irises, bringing with them a strange relief I had craved since first sitting down.
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Marik
Have you figured out who the fuck that guy is yet?Felix winced at the pissed-off tone resounding through his head. I clenched my fists and folded them over my chest, leaning back against the wall near to her. After gauging the attention of those around me, I sent out a quick distraction weave before pulling up a glamor of invisibility to remain unimpeded.
I licked at my incisors, an annoying tell I seemed to have only around her. I couldn’t decide if I wanted more to bite that rapidly beating pulse in her neck that fluttered against the collar of her revealing gown or thrust my cock between her ample thighs on the table for all to see. My Demon scoffed at me, sending an image of both at once before his rapt attention shifted to the man sitting beside her. Envy of the easy conversation between her and the pretty boy I had met in the hall earlier had kept my demon an inch from the edge of my control.
The Ambassador from Xynin, Corbin Valerius. And he’s been laying it on pretty thick with your cute little conundrum over there.
I rumbled, which, to my sheer delight, elicited a quick flare of goosebumps up my Thief’s back. Her eyes closed momentarily as she rubbed gently at her arms to quell the chill that followed the flush of her skin. As angry as she had been with me on stage earlier, her animal nature had come to identify my rumble with arousal, something I was more than pleased to see.
Alright, my Little Thief, if you’re going to make it that easy, it’s time to play.
Moving from my spot against the wall, I came closer, flaring my energy just long enough for her to feel the intensity of my gaze. I quirked my lips when I saw her discreetly search the room again. She took another tiny sip of her wine, allowing a drop to linger at the corner of her mouth that she removed with a nearly imperceptible flick of her tongue. She even pretended to fumble with her heels, bending in her chair to run her fingers down her leg to the perfectly in-place strap. I wouldn’t complain; the smooth way her fingers ran down her dress gave me the outline of the toned mile-high perfection it was hiding and the creamy expanse of flesh on her back. Her dress was riding very low on her hips, revealing what I could make out to be a birthmark right where her ass met that gracefully curved right hip. I would enjoy learning its taste as I ran my tongue over every inch of her exquisite form once she gave herself willingly to me.
Gritting my teeth, I came even closer, nearly standing directly beside her chair as I trailed my psychic fingers gently down the perfect curve of her spine. She sucked back a tiny moan and clenched her thighs. She sat back in her chair slowly as I began trailing the psychic power back up her right side as she placed her hands flat on the table before her.
That’s it, darling, but remember to breathe for me.
As if hearing my command, she closed her eyes and drew in a shaky breath before drawing her plump lower lip between her teeth. Oh, but what those lips would look like when kiss me swollen and surrounded by her tousled hair after I fucked her. She continued to gaze back and forth around the room, still not finding me.
Did you think I’d leave you alone in a room of rabid dogs, my Little Thief? I accompanied my thoughts with a gentle caress down her neck, stopping to run feather-light circles over the pulse that beat more rapidly with each stroke.
She shook her head gently, and I wondered if she could hear my attempted projections. But my thoughts were interrupted when her actions finally clued in the pretty boy beside her that things may not be as simple as they appeared with her.
“Are you alright?” The pretty boy furrowed his brows at her and reached to touch the hand still splayed flat on the table.
On instinct, she recoiled, placing it in her lap before releasing a nervous laugh. “Yes - yes, ah - uhm - absolutely. Yes. Sorry, uhm, there’s just something triggering my empathic abilities.” She winked coquettishly.
“Ah.” He grinned and winked back at her. “A couple of students saying their goodbyes?”
Gods but her flush was gorgeous, even as Demon’s irritation reminded me that pretty box had been the one to elicit that response from her this time.
She nodded a couple of times and returned to her dessert, dipping her spoon into the decadent chocolate torte. He took that as an invitation to continue.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been around a real empath. I forgot howstrongemotions could influence...so much.” He coughed to release his tension, shuffling back and forth in his seat uncomfortably.
She took a sharp breath as a response and ducked her head down to show that she was trying to block out the emotions around her. I should add actress to the name Thief.
Well done. I rumbled a chuckle at her, and she nearly dropped her spoon. Instead, she turned her head to the left, locking eyes on me. My glamor was up and strong, but the way her eyes softly glowed around the edges told me that she might be using her powers to see me just as she had in the forest. She gave me a lightly pouted expression and tilted her head towards her left shoulder before lifting the chocolate and whipped cream-dipped spoon to her mouth. She wrapped her sensuous lips around it before slowly withdrawing, leaving her tongue to run along the bottom for a bit longer than necessary. She ended that smooth, enticing move by flicking the center of her lips.
She took that moment to confirm that she had heard my soft projections, a tentative request flowing from her mind as she shifted her shining irises back to her dessert.Who are you?
Marik.I could give her that much, at least. Gauging from her lack of surprise, I wasn’t the first with some telepathic ability she’d come across.
She looked in my direction again before scooping more onto her spoon. She slowly sucked in the desert, her tongue swirling around the spoon in an adorable awkward way, making her nose crinkle. It was cute how she thought that two could play this game, and while she was on her way to becoming a passionate seductress, despite her apparent innocence, she had no way to keep up with me. Yet.
This time, when she went to withdraw her spoon, I ran those psychic fingers across her bottom lip, allowing them to gently move over her tongue and taste the sweetness she had left there just for me. I’d have to pay devotion to the powers of Lust tonight for that little psychic trick.
Fucking Delicious.
