With hooded eyes, I look over at Jared as he grips his massive erection in his hand. I gulp, my eyes widening with shock and delight at his size. He smiles at my reaction.
Well, shit. Aurora wasn’t lying.
As if she heard her name in my salacious thoughts, Aurora licks a path up from my breasts to my mouth. Feeling her small, soft tongue in my mouth, her warm lips working against mine and smelling her scent drives me absolutely mad. My hand knots in her long hair, while the fingers of my other hook inside her panties.
When she lifts her face from mine, completely overcome with ecstasy and whimpering, I see that Jared and Dorian have switched places once more. Dorian is beside me, wearing his usual wicked grin as he watches Aurora and I touch each other. Jared’s long fingers are inside me, preparing me, while he spreads my legs wider. And just as his insanely large length begins stretch me open, Dorian grabs Aurora by the back of her head and crushes her mouth to his…
I thrash awake, gasping for air, nearly naked and disoriented. The fuck? Did I just…No. It was just a dream. A ridiculously freaky, tempting dream, but just a dream. Whew.
Where am I? I can’t remember anything past…being on the dance floor? Shit. I look around me, taking in my surroundings. Dorian’s bedroom. I’m in his bed, dressed only in boy shorts and a sheer cami, the slick satin cool against my slightly stinging back. I look up to see Dorian hovering over me sitting on his knees, his hands alight with cold, blue flames touching my bare stomach. His eyes rapidly meet mine, too quickly for any human.
“Better?” he asks. He’s shirtless, wearing only low-hung jeans around the severe cut of his hips.
I mentally assess my sudden coherency. Moments before, I didn’t even know how I had arrived here, indicating that I was too inebriated to make it here on my own. What happened back at the club? Oh crap crap crap. Did I make a fool out of myself? I obviously blacked out and Dorian took care of me. But when?
“Yes,” I respond. And I do; somehow I feel absolutely fine. A bit shaken by the dream, but fine nonetheless.
“Good” he replies solemnly. Dorian removes his hands from my abdomen, closing them to extinguish the mystical flames and sits up. I steadily do the same.
He must have felt my arousal. He must’ve sensed I was dreaming about more than just his body on mine. Shit. Oh well, might as well face the music.
“Did you feel…?” I whisper, more than a bit ashamed at my colorful imagination.
“Yes.”
Crap. “You didn’t…I mean, you didn’t plant that dream, right?”
He shakes his head. “No, little girl. I didn’t.”
I furrow my brow. “If not you, than who? Aurora?”
The corner of Dorian’s lips twitch in amusement. “No, Gabriella. That was you. That was all you.”
Me? Oh hell no! I would never even think of having an orgy, let alone participate in one. I mean, Dorian and Jared at the same time is the fantasy to top all fantasies, but Aurora… No, that’ll never happen.
“I thought you said the Dark couldn’t heal,” I say, hoping to steer the conversation onto something a little less sexually immoral.
“We can’t. I simply absorbed the alcohol in your body.”
So that’s what he did for me that night after our tequila-filled fiesta. The question had been gnawing at me for a week. A week? That’s all it’s been? Only a week since I saw him, dreamt of him. Only a week since I willingly touched myself in hopes to entice him on the beach. The Dark King. Crap. Get outta my head! I’m like a horny teenager on Red Bull and Viagra!
“Thank you. I would have been no fun.” My eyes grow wide with terror. “Please tell me I didn’t do anything embarrassing. Oh God…I didn’t get on the stage, did I?”
Dorian laughs, and the sound is music to my ears, despite my anxiety. “No, little girl. Though you did give everyone quite a show. Sure you weren’t an exotic dancer in a past life?” he chuckles.
I smack him on the arm and feign offense, eventually giggling at my own expense. Yup, that sounds like me.
“Jared and I had quite the relentless task of warding off young defenseless suitors.”
“Jared?” I respond too quickly.
“Yes. He cares for you deeply. Wouldn’t let a guy get close enough to touch you the entire time.”
The sentiment makes my heart swell. I told Aurora the truth; Jared will always have a place in my heart. “Dorian, I don’t want him to get hurt in all this.”
He gathers me into his arms, and rests my head on his chest, reclining back onto the pillows. “I know, little girl.” I am all too aware he hasn’t assured me that Jared won’t get hurt; he’s just told me he understands.