Page 34 of Hot Irish Halloween

“What you wore when you came in here… those garments made of silk and satin. Buttons, wires, ribbons.” Clarissa’s words were measured, delivered in a voice that carried through the space. “Those were costumes designed to shield you. To cover up your real self from the glare of a judgmental, unforgiving world.” They all gazed at her, mesmerized. No one dared make a sound; not even a sigh escaped. “But our way is to reveal the truth. Our way strips us of our masks, our need to stay in control. What you will wear now is the truth. What you will expose of your inner selves to everyone here is the truth. And we will love one another. We will love who we really are.”

Penny was opposite Jack, whose face glowered fiercely in the golden refracted light. His chest heaved as he glared at the server, who drew a blue line from one cheek to the other over the bridge of his nose. Another server fixed deer antlers to his head. Their tips were like bare tree branches, tall, elegant, and sharp. Deadly. None of the other male guests received a pair.

Clarissa stopped in front of him, looking up with searching eyes. Softly she said, “Who you really are.”

She moved on to the head of the rows. The female servers attended to Penny and the other women. They, too, were given horns, but the much smaller, more delicate pairs of a doe.

But then her server turned her face up to Penny’s. Her eyes were black. Her jet hair was matted, and her fingers were gnarled. Not young like the others; far from it. She held a shell up to her lips. As Penny suddenly realized she knew her, dressed in her old green rags, the woman winked at her with mischief in those onyx eyes and blew a powder right into her face. It was diamond-white and when it filtered through the air, it showered Penny in pink, indigo, and purple iridescent sparks that fell gently on her face down to the tips of her shoes.

Penny gasped and inhaled more powder into her lungs. The head rush was literally out of this world.

The woman in green turned and did the same to Jack, whose head whipped back slightly at the contact. When she passed on with a laugh, he was unsteady on his feet.

The woman dressed in green had vanished. It was Clarissa who now stalked between the rows, looking at each face with satisfaction. At the head, she focused her gaze on Jack. When she gestured, he followed, along with all the others. Penny went with them, mute, the shimmering kaleidoscope whirling in her head, replacing rational thought.

They were now in the Great Hall again. Couches, settees, the floor, every surface was covered with soft furs and silk sheets. There was fluttering all around her. Penny realized it was the guests, shedding their clothes like trees in autumn shed their leaves. Then they found each other and sank down, pairing off into twos, threes, fours, all undulating movement and moans.

She wandered, her mind overcome with the sights and scents in the room of hardcore fucking. Her own arousal was piquedand became liquid, pooling in her panties as she stopped to watch a man and a woman go at it vigorously on a chair, the woman’s small breast in his sucking mouth. Another man licked a server’s pussy while a second man serviced his cock, the trio moaning and writhing together on a silk divan. Over on a settee, a woman sucked her curvy partner’s nipples and pleasured her with fast fingers while three men lavished love on each other in a tangle with deep groans.

Fast hips snapped as a woman was getting pounded from behind, her breasts bobbing over the back of the chair she was holding onto. It was Penny’s new friend, Serena, who managed to grin at her before the haze of ecstasy overtook her.

Penny squeezed her own nipple, wanting only Jack, only needing Jack to touch her. She turned to look for him. There he was, standing on the golden circle in the middle of the room. Someone had placed a bed there, and two of the servers were already lying on it fully nude. Clarissa was sitting on the bed, too, wearing her own set of doe horns and nothing else but gold paint on her nipples.

Jack looked from the scenes around them back to her while three of the does slowly undid his clothing. Two went to work on his vest and shirt while the third snapped open the buttons of his trousers. It was easy to see he was growing even harder through the thick yet stretchy material. When his shirt was off and his pants gone, even down to the shoes and socks, everyone —everyonein that room — stopped to gaze upon what had been revealed.

Penny had only seen his unclothed body in videos and photos for promo shots and in the cage during battle. But Jack Valentine’s nearly nude body in the flesh?

What aman.

“Breathtaking,” someone murmured.

The lighting above him cut his angular cheeks to an even more razor-fine masculine beauty. His tattoos stood out, black and shadowy, chaotic. His shoulders were absolute works of art. Even his arms were beautiful, a network of ink overlaying a map of veins she wanted to trace with her tongue. On his torso, there were no designs save for what hard work and nature had carved, with abs that tapered down to his delicious V. Penny wanted to lick all of it, every bit of him, even the curve of his ass and his strong thighs.

Jack made no move to hide that he was rock-hard. She wanted to test the weight of it in her hands. She already knew it was heavy when he’d rubbed it between her legs. Her pussy was flooding, remembering the pleasure it had massaged out of her.

All the while Jack stared directly into her eyes across the space, daring her to look away, challenging her to come to him.

“No,” Penny said. For some reason, she seemed unable to raise her voice. That music, dammit,that musicwas making her clit throb in time to its incessant beats.

From behind her, Penny heard men talking. She turned to look. It was Simon sitting in a chair, naked and erect, while his friends flanked him on their own chairs, also naked. Simon didn’t touch himself; he merely sat while the other two stroked their own cocks, surveying the scene.

“I’ve been waiting for this for months,” Jafar said. His body was shockingly white and hairy. The limp pink worm in his fist was probably so sleepy from his drinking it wouldn’t do more than flop around. “I’ve got to hand you all your props on getting him here. I can’t wait to see him in action.”

“If there was a book titledThe Little Engine that Couldn’t, my wife’s picture would be the cover art,” Simon said with a chuckle of disdain. “She fails at everything she tries, so her failure to get him here sooner was par for the course. I thought she’d failedagain until he walked in the door. Just look at him. What a magnificent animal…” His voice was almost reverent.

Animal? Penny pointed at them and slurred, “You raggedy sons of bitches.” But apparently, her lips hadn’t moved. None of them addressed her. She’d become invisible to them.

Unaware of their insults, Clarissa was staring at Jack’s big, strong body as she licked her lips, looking nothing like a deer. More like a wicked wolf from an old tale, about to howl at the moon and claim her long-awaited prize.

“Come here, Jack. Our girls are waiting,” Clarissa cajoled in a teasing voice.

“Piss off,” he spat out savagely, turning toward her with flaming eyes. “I wouldn’t let you wet my cock if it was on fire. Find your magic wand and go fuck yourself with it.”

Simon and his idiots laughed as Clarissa’s face went brick red.

While Jack roundly insulted her, warm hands touched Penny’s arm, sliding from her wrist to her shoulder, then grazing her neck. Long, pale, elegant fingers that belonged to a man.

“Mm, beautiful. Most of the time, I hate this job. I hate my lady and my lord boss. I can sense you do, too. But tonight, when Mrs. FitzGerald assigned me to you, I thought I’d never been luckier in my life, ma’am. Or can I call you by your name? Penelope. It’s a gorgeous name, like the woman who bears it.”

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