The Dark Prince(The Dark Light Series #2)(34)

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.

After he wows the crowd, I am swept away by my friends when one of our favorite songs blares from the speakers. Being here with them, remembering simpler times where warding off hangovers rather than evil mystical beings was our biggest worry, pulls at my heartstrings. In this moment, we're the only ones in the expansive, crowded club, singing our hearts out about youth and recklessness. Because this is what it's all about- having fun, conquering the night, suffering the next day, and doing it all again.

We shouldn't have to grow up. We shouldn't have to be mature. But that's our reality; we can't go back to how things once were. So all we have is tonight. Tonight, we'll be as ridiculous and juvenile as possible. Tonight, we'll make bad choices that we may regret tomorrow. Tonight, it's all about us. Because our nights like this are numbered. My nights are numbered.

***

Large, soft hands caress every inch of my naked body, alternating wet kisses on every erogenous zone. My neck. My shoulders. My nipples. My belly bottom. The back of my knees. The sensitive skin of my inner thighs. One hand grasps the satin sheets while my other reaches out to the source of my pleasure. My fingers weave through silken strands of hair, tugging gently. He brings his head up to mine, a sexy half-smile on his full lips. Dorian. Naked and utterly beautiful.

"Do I make you feel good, baby?" he murmurs as he nuzzles into my neck, licking and sucking a trail to my earlobe.

"Mmmm, yes, Dorian," I coo, letting my eyes close.

"How good?" His teeth graze my skin, sending prickly heat down to the pit of my belly.

"So. Good," I gasp.

His hands are still all over me- rolling my nipples between those magic fingers, teasing my swollen clit. I pull him down, unable to resist not feeling his lips for a second more. Dorian sucks my tongue into his mouth, nipping and tasting until I feel I could explode from his kiss alone. Another set of hands joins his yet I am too caught up in Dorian's flavor to even be startled. The hands are large, strong yet soft. They are moving up my thighs, replacing Dorian's fingers as he moves to cup and fondle my aching breasts. When he pulls away, our erotic intruder comes into view.

Jared. Holy shit! Jared!

He's all hardened muscle, sun-kissed skin and a smattering of sexy, dark tattoos on his chest and biceps. Shit, he's gorgeous and my body instantly responds to him. He grins seductively while swirling my sex with long, adept fingers. I look to Dorian, awaiting the onslaught of his wrath yet he gazes back at me with nothing but pure unadulterated desire as he continues to flick and caress. As if it were choreographed, they switch places- Dorian between my legs and Jared at my torso. He licks his lips, taking in the sight of my naked body for the very first time.

"God, Gabs, I want you so bad," he rasps. "I've wanted you for so long. Too long. Do you want me?"

Do I? Hell yes!

I feel Dorian's wet tongue on my inner thighs, his teeth nibbling the sensitive area. I moan, unable to overanalyze an appropriate response.

"Yes, Jared," I breathe, just as Dorian slowly inserts a finger inside me, making it impossible to backpedal.

Simultaneously, their tongues are inside me- Jared in my mouth and Dorian in my dripping wet heat. My body shudders at the sensation and I moan into Jared's mouth as his hands find my heavy mounds. I know I won't be able to hold on. It just feels too good. So. Damn. Good.

When Jared pulls his mouth away, I see that we are not alone. On the other side of me kneels Aurora, clad in only a pair of lace panties. She smiles at me lustfully, biting her bottom lip. My traitorous breath catches in response. She is absolutely beautiful. Sexy and perfect. I hate that I don't find her presence revolting. I find her so damn enticing.

Jared leans over me and pulls Aurora's mouth to his, causing a slight twinge of jealousy to stiffen my body. Dorian sucks my flesh into his mouth hard, making all bitter thoughts abandon me. As Jared and Aurora continue their lip-lock, they each begin to caress my breasts. The combination of sensation is sheer torture and bliss and I come with a hoarse cry. Dorian laps up my release, refusing to show me any mercy though my flesh is almost achingly sensitive. It's too much. I don't know if I can take anymore.

Jared and Aurora break their kiss then look down at me. Jared grasps my hand, placing it on Aurora's thigh. Her skin is so soft and silky, her scent involuntarily making my mouth water. I can't help myself; I slowly let it move up her body, feeling the heat of her sex against my hand. She parts her legs, allowing me to cup it through the lace of her panties. Hearing her moan in response, along with Dorian between my thighs still strumming my own sex, only encourages me. I let my fingers stroke her wetness, the thin layer of fabric our only barrier. She leans over and places her pink lips around my hardened nipple as we both cry out our satisfaction in lustful harmony.