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The tenth time, her feet glide into place. And when we come back to the starting positions, she’s giddy. I can’t see her face, but I can see Castor’s eyes are mimicking her emotions.
“I did it.”
“You did.” He smiles.
It’s one of ten or more dances she will need to know. But perhaps I can keep her at the food table most of the night.
Then again, I’m not going to be there. Unless things go strangely long. The ball is tomorrow. I thought by now I would have been hauled in front of the judges. But I’ll take a few more minutes with Annabelle.
She drops Castor’s hands and turns to me with a jump. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Although, I suppose I should do it again. I’m not exactly a ShifterChat dance star yet.”
“I don’t know what that is,” I respond. “But if they don’t consider you a star, I can take care of that.”
She laughs. “You don’t know what ShifterChat is? It’s a social media platform for shifters.”
“I’m not a shifter.” I understand that what she’s talking about is probably one of the silly things that humans and shifters spend time on. I’ve never found it useful or entertaining myself. But some males on the sub have modified their blocks to be able to monitor human networks.
“Are you ready to try again?” Holter asks from the piano. She nods. And twenty minutes later, we’re all convinced she knows the minnow and move on to another dance.
After the third dance with Annabelle’s ass rubbing up against my hardening cock, I’m finding it hard to even move in my workout pants. When Holter and Castor switch and we have to listen to Castor pretending he knows how to play the piano, my ears are on fire.
It’s not long before she’s mastered the third dance. She drops Holter’s hands and turns to me. “Now let me dance with just you.” Her tone is significantly more upbeat than when I arrived. I’m grateful as Holter takes over the piano again.
Annabelle’s steps are bright and crisp. With me not behind her, unlike the other males, I’m able to grasp her in the appropriate way. As we move through the jumps and the little hop step, I’m finding it harder and harder to separate myself from the mission. Her damn enthusiasm and her grit to try things she’s not good at are even sexier than the hideous dress she’s wearing. “You are doing wonderfully, Little Krill.”
“I am. I’m really getting this whole dancing thing.” She smiles. The next ten steps are wrong, but she does them with such authority that if you didn’t know the dance, you wouldn’t notice.
I lean in and whisper into her ear. It’s not that I care that Holter or Castor hear what I’m going to tell her. It’s that I want her to know how much this means to me. “I’m not talking about the dance. I’m talking about you.” I’m not coming up with this correctly. I lift my head to Holter and Castor at the piano. “How would you sayelkianin English?”
Holter makes a face.
Castor stops playing. “Fortitude. Oh, I think the new word is grit.”
“Yes, grit. You are a special female, Little Krill. Smart, sexy, and flexible in all the right ways.” I nod to them at the piano, and the music starts again. We finish the dance, and I stare into her blue eyes. I can feel her heart beating against my chest.
“That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
I hold her to me, pulling her along my erection. Her eyes glaze over.
“It’s true, but you’re welcome.”
“The music has stopped.”
“It has.”
“I don’t want to dance anymore.” She tilts her head up to mine.
“Me either.” And as I back her up to the piano, our lips meet.
It’s a flurry of male clothing flying off around the room. I carry her to the lid of the piano and lay her down, still in the absurd dress. The yards of fabric are bunched around her waist. Her undergarments are gone, and Holter’s spread her legs wide as his tongue is already thrusting deep into her. Castor pulls her breast out of the gown.
Fuck the gown. I’ll buy her a thousand better than this. I might not have Drakos gold, but I’ve got more than enough. “This comes off, Annabelle, or I’m ripping it.”
“Wait.” She rolls to the side, and I undo the laces. Castor’s holding her leg in the air, and Holter is a male focused on his job. Her skin is glowing and not because of the dancing. When I pull the last lace loose, I slide the bodice off her, her pale breasts gleaming against the golden piano. Last time was too much about us. It wasn’t enough about her. This has to be about her. I kiss her lips until she’s shaking me off. “Please. Please now.”
Holter’s got his cock in her before she asks a second time. Her lips are back on mine, and she’s gasping as I fuck her mouth with my tongue.
Castor’s got a breast in his mouth, and his hand is on the other one. Her orgasm builds quickly, and soon her body is convulsing on the lid, the strings vibrating in a cacophony of sound that is better than anything Castor has ever played. The softest of sighs shakes from her chest when she comes down.
