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“This is our entertainment wing. This room is for special guests.”
“A whole entertainment wing?” Excitement flickered in her tone. “That sounds fun. The Winter Court is so strange. I expected formalities and prudishness, not parties and…”
Her voice trailed off, the excitement freezing as she stood near the glass wall. He sauntered over to look and froze. The glass wall separated them from another room below, one where writhing bodies were visible.
“Sexcapades. We have lots of rooms for those too.” And he had forgotten that those activities still happened, even in broad daylight. He cursed his carelessness, already fretting. He watched her swallow.
“Sex rooms,” she whispered.
There were men and women, all Fae, some he knew well. They were in various states of undress, as well as sexual positions that ranged from just starting to get into it, already reaching their climax, or slumped in a state of sexual fatigue. He followed where her eyes were glued and landed on a couple on the floor. The woman lay on top of the man and was enthusiastically sucking his cock, while the man spread her legs and ate her core up. Another woman joined them and sucked on the first woman’s nipples until her moans were vibrating around the cock, turning it harder.
“You don’t have to stay,” he said. “It’s not for everyone.”
Silence.
“Did you participate in any of these?”
He could lie but opted for the truth. “Once or twice. Long ago, when I was a randy young adult. It wasn’t for me. My sister tolerates them but she doesn’t participate, either, and we are strict about keeping these activities secret and away from the more conservative folks in the court.”
“That’s…fascinating.”
“Not disturbing?”
Again, she didn’t answer. Now she was looking at another couple…no, threesome, the woman on her hands and knees while a man railed her from behind. She was also sucking the cock of the man kneeling in front of her.
“Em,” he tried again. “You don’t have to stay. I’m sure this isn’t your scene.”
“Hmm.”
“It’s scandalous to a lot of people.”
“Hmm.”
“You need rest, not to watch something wild like this. You’re…” He touched her arm and found it heated…trembling. His hand coasted downward, where he found her nipples tenting the front of her shirt. “You’re turned on.”
She startled, her cheeks flaming. “No, I’m not.” But the denial was weak, and she arched into his thumbs when he brushed them against her nipples again. “Can they see us too?”
“No. It’s one-way.” He fisted his hands when her hands splayed against the wall and her butt pressed back against him. With a steadying inhale, he tried not to respond. “I shouldn’t, Em. You’re still recovering.”
“I’m fully recovered. I’m tired of sleeping. I’m…energized.”
As if to prove her point, she ground against him, wriggling that ass. His cock jumped and he ground back, even while he gritted his teeth and told himself the reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this. The further down his hands went, the more he found proof of her arousal, the most incriminating one being what he felt between her legs.
“Wet. You’re wet.”
There was a growl to his voice, a wild roughness that spoke of how much he was holding back and how deeply she was tempting him. He played with her tits, then her clit, while they rocked back and forth repeatedly in their quest to chase the pleasure. The intensity paused when a woman below screamed in pleasure while bouncing again and again on a man’s willing cock. She whimpered at the sound, her hands curling into fists against the glass.
“Do you want me to make you scream? Or do you want to do this quietly?”
He shouldn’t even offer, shouldn’t even consider it. But the need was stronger than his willpower, his hand already pushing his trousers down and her dress out of the way.
“Anything. I just want you inside me.”
He didn’t expect the clear plea and felt his insides shake as he buried his cock inside her. The feeling of her hot, velvety tightness had him squeezing a breast, then exhaling hard against the side of her neck. She wriggled her hips, giving him no room to breathe, and he banded an arm around her waist to keep her still. The tension coiled between them, a spring ready to strike.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he crooned, then thrust—slow, gentle, just to get reacquainted. “How much I want you. How much I love that you’re turned on by this. But only because you’re up here.”
The idea of her being down there and on the receiving end of any of those men blinded him with jealousy, and that jealousy worked its way into his bones until he was pumping in and out with no rhyme or reason. When it became too much, he retreated from her core, tip rubbing against her entrance until she was restless. To placate her and ease himself, he played with her tits again, kneading and plucking, then pushing them until they pressed against the glass. He angled her ass to receive his shaft as he buried himself in once more, then pulled her away from the glass.
