Page 113 of Lifebound

My heart was in my throat. If Rune attacked right now, we could never fight or outrun all of these people. There must have been almost a hundred in the open room alone, and a lot more outside. So many incubi—and other species, too. Most of the people sitting around us had their eyes on us, and I realized we were screwed for real.

“Understand that this is not the way I usually do business, Orian. Now, I’ll admit I could put a noxin that is under proper control to good use—they are notoriously difficult with people who are not sincere. And in my line of work there simply isn’t much space for honesty!” He laughed, and it was so fake it hurt my fucking ears, but he didn’t let anybody comment before he continued.

“That is why I have extended you the benefit of the doubt, but I’m afraid Imustsee you in action with my own eyes.”

Lorei batted his lashes at us. Actually batted his lashes.

A moment later, Rune said, “If you so insist, my friend.” Then he tapped his lap. “Dance for me, Wildcat, in honor of our host.”

His eyes burned me.

Lorei laughed again, clapped his hands, and others joined. A second later, everyone sitting near us within earshot was applauding, and I could barely get my legs to work.

This is it. I was going to have to actually do this.

Part of me thought I wouldneverbe able to make myself—it was too absurd, too humiliating, and I wasnot going to get on Rune’s lap!

But then…the thought of sitting on Rune’s lap.

Rune with that face, with that pleading in his eyes, like he was both begging me to do it, and tonotdo it. Like he was as torn apart as me.

I found myself standing up, putting my knees on either side of his legs, and sitting on his thighs.

Feel free to judge me—I judged myself, too. But this place had already gotten the best of me once, and it was undoubtedly going to do it again and again.

For a moment, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. When I opened them, Rune didn’t look torn anymore. Instead, the corner of his lips had turned up.

My, my, Mr. Moody. You are a sight to see…

Then he slid farther down on the couch until I was almost sitting right over his cock.

Shivers broke down my back. The others were there still, and they were saying something. They were talking, clapping, cheering—I couldn’t really make out a single word they said.

“Move, Wildcat.”

Rune,I mouthed, afraid to make a sound. But he reached out his hands for me, put my hair behind my ears, then pulled the hood of the cloak over my head gently.

“Dance for me.”

My eyes closed. I was at war with myself, separated into two different people. The part of me that wanted me to stand up and run andto hell with all these people—so what if they kill me?—was so damn loud, but I forced myself to focus on the other me. On the Nilah that was so turned on, that burned everywhere her legs touched Rune’s, the Nilah that wanted to feel every inch of him again like I did when we were wrapped up in that darkness.

ThatNilah was going to help us make it out of this alive because I wasn’t the only one in danger here. Rune was, too, and I’d already fucked this up by bringing us here. It was up to me to make sure we made it out.

So, I moved.

The hood was over my head. I moved my hips on his thighs slowly, forward and back. Light burned in his hands that he kept on the couch on his sides—and shadows slipped out of his fingers. Shadows that were slowly coming to spin around me like a tornado, taking away the people, the lights, making the entire room disappear from my view.

But I still heard them. I heard their screams and calls, and I heard their clapping, too.

“The music,” Rune whispered. “Focus on the music. Let it guide you.” And his hands that were still burning with light moved to my hips. He pulled me toward him until I felt his cock against my center.

He was hard. His eyes were bloodshot. His heart that I felt when I fell forward with my hands on his chest was beating as fast as mine.

That was all it took for me to forget where we were and what was happening, and to move for real.

Focus on the music—that’s exactly what I did. I closed my eyes, and I followed the rhythm that that man played on his weird instrument just outside. I followed it with my hips and with my hands, with my very heartbeat. I rubbed myself on his legs and on his cock that was so deliciously hard the feel of it poured lava over me every single time.

It was easy. So fucking easy that I didn’t need to think at all. My body knew what to do, when to slow down and when to thrust my hips against his harder. My hands were on his chest, moving up and down, and then my fingers were in his hair, playing with it, grabbing and tugging whichever way I liked.

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