Page 73 of Loup Garou

Karlon put his hand up. “It’s got my vote.”

“Nope, I don’t think it’s such a good idea,” Eion said, sounding every bit as intoxicated as the rest of them looked.

I glanced at Pat and nodded. “I’ll do it. Give us a bit and we’ll meet you over there.”

“Thank you.”

“Aww, we want strippers.” Pravat leaned over Exavier. “Get your lazy ass up. We want hot chicks, food and fucks. Don’t you want to get as much ass in as you can before it’s too late?”

I zapped him in the forehead with my magik. He spun in a circle looking for the source of the attack. “Oww, Exavier, I think this place is haunted.”

“No, you’re just an idiot.” Exavier rolled onto his side and glanced up at me. “I love you, Lindsay. I love you with every fiber of my being. And I have loved you from the minute I laid eyes on you when we were just kids. That’s a hell of long time to love someone, but I have. I didn’t think I could love you more. I was wrong. I do.”

All the guys stared at him as if he were announcing he was becoming a monk.

“Did he just tell someone he loved them?” Pravat asked.

Eion nodded. “I think so. Though, I’ve never heard the man utter those words so I might be mistaken. He said it a lot so he’s not giving me an out for him there.”

“An out? I don’t want one. I more than just love her, guys. She’s my everything,” Exavier said, grinning foolishly. “She is the only woman I’ve ever loved. Ever.”

“Get up. You have a video to finish making.” Using my power, I pulled him quickly to his feet and straightened his outfit, refreshed his hair and make-up.

“Whoa,” he said, looking around with wide eyes.

“How the hell much did you guys drink? You metabolize things ten times as fast as humans.” I glared at them all.

Karlon patted my arm. “That is exactly why we drank twenty times more than them.”

“Hurry up, man. You get to do her on a crypt,” Pravat said, nodding.

Exavier’s magik shot around us. The next thing I knew, we were standing on a completely different set. This one had a large crypt in the center of it. Fake graves were all around it. Fog covered the floor. Frantic, I looked around, terrified Exavier had magikally popped us onto a set full of humans.

“Relax, Linds. They’re coming in now.” He winked. “I love you in that outfit. We’re keeping it.”

“Huh?” Glancing down, I found myself in an off-white corset that laced up the front. Partway up, it was clearly too tight so it didn’t meet in the middle. The majority of each breast showed, as did my stomach.The off-white floor-length skirt had tiny silk ribbons on it. Lifting it, I found layer upon layer of material. I shifted a bit and knew I wore nothing other than stockings and a garter belt beneath it. The cream, four-inch spiked, old-fashioned-style boots left me feeling like I might tip over.

Reaching up, I found my hair was done in large ringlets hung loose to my waist. My eyes widened. “Exavier?”

“Wonderful! I see wardrobe found you. That is record time for them.” Pat circled me slowly. “I didn’t see this one when I was costume picking. I love it. An angel among demons. It’s perfect.” He smiled wide. “Exavier, untie her corset during the shoot. We’ll pan around the two of you. Leave the skirt on. I think the idea you’re in too big of a hurry to undress her fully is sexy as hell. They’ll eat it up and it can only help keep it playable.”

Everything happened so fast. One minute I was standing there staring at Exavier and the next I was under him on the hard, cold slab. He’d undressed in less than thirty seconds. No part of him seemed to care he was walking around a set naked. He just kept staring at me with hungry eyes. One of the assistants covered us in blood red satin sheets. Exavier had my legs spread wide and looked as though he wanted to devour me.

“Get ready with the music.”

“Hey, Exavier, are you happy we forced them to add this scene? Playing guitar while you’re screwing her would be really friggin’ hard,” Pravat said, sounding as if he was laughing more to himself than anyone else. “Bet he lip syncs now.”

“Hey,” Karlon called out. “Show some respect. He doesn’t screw his wife. He makesloveto her.”

Pat cleared his throat. “Here’s the deal. Sing when it feels right and kiss her when the mood hits you. Do your best to sing though. We’ll have audio lay it all out to sound perfect in the end.”

The lights dropped and the fog around us increased. The song started again, only this time Exavier sang the Fae chant right in front of me. Staring up at him, I felt myself slipping, losing sense of my personand giving in to him. Part of it was the chant that called to me. The rest of it was my need for him to be in me. Letting him pretend to make love to me was going to be pure and utter torture. I wanted the real thing.

Exavier moved his head down towards me. Our lips almost touched but he kept singing, making me want him even more. Closing my eyes, I gave myself over to him as I ran my hands over his back. I moaned softly in his ear when he kissed my neck and kept his place in the song.

Moving down my body, he caught the tie to the corset with his teeth and pulled it slowly. As it broke open, he licked the inner edges of my breast, carefully keeping my nipples from showing. Cream trickled from my sex. I wanted him there, filling me, taking me.

What’s wrong with me?

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