Page 49 of Spark of Sorcery
I bite my lip. “I don’t have any complaints. Not about the time we spent together in that way anyhow. It’s just a shame that whenever he opens his mouth, he says something obnoxious.”
“Maybe it would be better if his mouth was locked to your pussy, then,” Dray teases. “How about we go back to our tower right now and I’ll lick out your back hole while he licks out your pussy.”
“My back hole!” I gasp.
I’m not naïve like Clare. I know people do things likethat but I’d never given it thought myself. I have no idea if I’d like that. If I’d want to try it.
“You like the sound–”
“Hang on,” I say, realizing once again the man has distracted me with his bouncing thoughts. “You really haven’t been down on another girl since you’ve been at the academy?” He shakes his head. I lift an eyebrow. “But they’ve been down on you?” He shakes his head again. “But you’ve slept with some?”
“Nope.”
“Fingered them?”
“Nope.”
“Let them jack you off?”
“Kitten. Why do you think I’ve been going half-crazed? I’ve practically been celibate waiting for you to let me touch you.”
“Seriously?” I say with suspicion. Dray Eros is crazy. He’s also a massive flirt. Hell, I’ve seen him flirt with Madame Bardin. I’ve seen girls draping themselves all over him and he hasn’t exactly been batting them away.
“Okay,” he confesses and my stomach drops. For a minute, I believed him. “I’ve done a bit of, you know, dirty dancing. Got up and personal. Let them grind their fat asses against me. I’m only human.” He laughs. “Half human. But that’s it. Nothing more. Not even any making out.”
“Oh,” I say, astounded. “Why?”
“I told you. Your scent is driving me wild.” He leans in and growls in my ear: “It’s all I can think about. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off with your scent in my nose?”
“It really smells that good?”
“Best damn thing I’ve ever smelled.” He winks at meand then for about the millionth time this evening he’s pulling me along behind him.
“Where have you been?” Beaufort asks, when we find him at the edge of the dance floor talking to a couple of shadow weavers. He takes in my flushed cheeks and Dray’s disheveled hair. “Actually, forget it. I don’t want to know.”
“He does,” Dray whispers in my ear, “don’t believe him. He’s a dirty fucking bastard and is dying to hear every sordid detail. In fact …” He pushes me gently in Beaufort’s direction. “I thought you might want to dance with our thrall,” he says more loudly.
“Actually,” I say, “I’m going to find my friends and dance with them.”
Beaufort looks unhappy about that idea but I scurry off before he can stop me. I need a chance to catch my breath. Being with these men is dizzying and terrifying, intoxicating and disorientating all at once. Plus I need a chance to sit with the information I’ve just gained.
I spy Fly dancing with some guy in the center of the dance floor. He waves at me, then shakes his head as I start towards him, making it clear he doesn’t want me to interrupt. I spin around and find Clare lingering by the food table instead. Her dress isn’t quite as glamorous as mine, although it’s still pretty, and I feel a twinge of guilt for not offering her this one instead. Especially when she’s been kind enough to gift me some of her clothes.
Her face lights up when she sees me.
“Did Fly ditch you for some dude?” I say, realizing I’ve done exactly the same thing.
“It’s fine,” she says. “I want him to have fun. He doesn’t need to babysit me.”
“Are you not having fun?”
She has a half-eaten piece of soggy quiche in one hand and a napkin in the other.
“Lots of fun,” she says not very convincingly.
“Have you done any dancing?”
“Some with Fly until that boy from Granite made a move on him. Have you seen? He’s very cute.”
