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I peer around him.
A familiar head of dark hair steps into the room, garnering more than my roaming eyes.
The human female from the club.
I shift as my blood stirs.
She strides into the brightly lit space like she owns everyone and everything in sight. The black dress covering her is a sin. Long to the floor, the material plunges in the front to her navel and I know she wears nothing under it. As she walks, the sides of her gown open, flashing long, leanly muscled legs. At her thighs, black garters are visible, each one ran through with a long silver blade.
A thick strand of diamonds adorns her throat in a collar befitting a queen, and even her stilettos are edged in what could be the same.
She lined her amber eyes in kohl and her lips are plump and shiny. Kissable. Made to be wrapped around a man’s length. In her hands, she holds a simple clutch that cost more than my penthouse in a month.
But all I can see is her upturned face in the hall the night before.
Every male tracks their gaze over her, and the lust in the room, the domination, leaves me dizzy. Half the women sneer and others seem contemplative as she passes, her air of superiority like a mantle. A crown.
I want to wrap her hair around my fist and force her to her knees at my side. To use the thick strands to drive her pretty mouth over my body. The need leaves my hands aching and my cock straining.
Eyebrow raised, she looks around and I know the minute she spies me.
A faint flush of color stains her cheeks and her chest heaves. My nostrils flare, but I can’t gauge her scent from across the room. Is it need that colors her skin? The same need in me?
Or anger?
I start to go toward her but she turns away, giving me her back.
My knees buckle at the sight of such gorgeous tan skin and the plump swell of her ass pushing at her skirt. Twin dimples rest at the small of her back, like God pressed his thumbs there when he made her.
Desire courses through me, stirring my magick.
Those closest shift, the men pulling at their collars as the women fan suddenly warm cheeks.
“Caine!” Horan’s hiss jerks my attention away from the girl.
I glance at him.
“What are you doing?” he demands.
Forcing my body to calm, I reign in my magick little tendrils at a time.
“Sorry.”
He just watches me, something unnamable moving through his gaze. Then he turns back around and I let out the breath I’m holding.
I don’t look for the woman.
I don’t dare.
Whoever she is, she isn’t anyone I should desire this much. Because anyone with an invitation to this kind of event is not someone I want to take home to Lock Lake.
Not even for a night.
Chapter 6
Onyx
Why is he here?
