What the… Did she just say what I think she said?
“What are you getting at Aurora?” I say, finally finding my voice, though it’s shaky and weak.
She moves in close enough to bathe me with her sweet, cool breath. Close enough that I smell the scent of her perfume mixed with the tang of alcohol. And something else…Pure sex and sin.
“We should all get together, the four of us. Jared and Dorian, pleasuring you simultaneously- could you imagine? Both of them devouring you at once? We could…share.” She skims her tongue across her top teeth suggestively. “I know I wouldn’t mind having a little fun. Like I said, I’m not shy.”
Aurora lifts her perfectly petite manicured hand and lightly strokes the top of my cleavage with her fingertips. I am mortified, not only at her action but because shamefully, her soft touch is...enticing. Arousing, even. Shit.
I finally take a step backward, confused and ashamed at my body’s betrayal. “Aurora, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I stammer. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I not knocking her on her ass?
Aurora shrugs nonchalantly. “Suit yourself.” She takes a step toward me, closing the small distance between us and leans in. Her lips brush my earlobe, igniting a sizzle in my veins. “Just remember, only a girl knows what a girl wants,” she whispers, sending an icy shiver down my spine.
Before another lust-laced word is spoken, a group of intoxicated young women burst into the bathroom, cackling and singing, causing me to take a reflexive step backwards. I fade into the commotion until I have escaped the women’s restroom, finding Dorian leaning against the wall a few feet away.
“Are you okay?” he asks gauging the flustered look on my face. “I saw Aurora follow you in.”
“I will be. Aurora…what the hell? I think she just propositioned us for a foursome with her and Jared. She even made a pass at me! It was…weird.” I shake my head as to dispel the heated encounter and try to ignore my own wayward hormones.
Dorian chuckles a bit then shakes his head solemnly. “She’s affected.”
“Affected? What the hell does that mean?”
Dorian strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “My love, I’m not the only one who finds you irresistible. Especially the closer you are to ascension. With Aurora being an Órexis, she can manipulate your desires. Confuse you.”
You can say that again.
“So what? Should I expect her to keep trying to get me in bed?” And will I be able to resist?
Dorian shakes his head. “No. She just needs to replenish. She’s about to get what she needs.” He nods his head towards the women’s restroom, where Aurora still has not emerged even with the intrusion of rowdy girls.
Horror washes over my face and I take in a sharp breath. “Dorian! She’s not going to kill them, is she?”
Again, Dorian chuckles and shakes his head. He pulls me to him by my hips, wrapping his arms around my waist. “No, she won’t. But those girls are about to get very bi-curious.”
Sheesh. Talk about sex-crazed. Not to mention Aurora’s description of Jared’s generous sexual abilities. How the hell do I wipe that from memory? And do I even want to?
Ugh, FML.
Dorian places a gentle kiss on my forehead, causing me to abandon my worried expression. “So what do you want to do? Do you just want to leave?”
“No,” I answer thoughtfully. “Right now, I need a strong drink. Then I want you to take me on that dance floor and make me remember just how straight I am.”
We bound to the bar, where Dorian orders two glasses of the best overpriced scotch they have. I sip the poison slowly, letting its warmth slide down my throat and spread to my hips, my thighs, my moist apex...
Holy shit, chill out, Gabs. Overly sexual is just not my thing. Or is it?
Right on cue, “Moves Like Jagger” resonates from the speakers, causing a stampede to the dance floor. I set my glass down and grab Dorian’s hand.
“Phase 2, let’s dance,” I say as he looks at me quizzically.
“I don’t dance,” Dorian replies yet lets me pull him anyway.
“Is that right? Because I clearly remember someone once telling me that if you can fuck, you can dance. And you can fuck, right?” I smile, reminding him of the very words he spoke to me when he wanted me to strip for him. And anyone that can move like him in the bedroom can definitely dance.
Dorian rolls his eyes and smirks naughtily, giving me all the answer I need. I lead him to the dance floor where his graceful, fluid dance moves draw quite a crowd along with more than a few admirers, men and women alike. With liquid courage coursing through my veins, I hold my own, grinding against him seductively and rolling my hips to the beat.