Obsession: A Rejected Mate Shifter Romance (The Mate Games #1)(55)
Once again, the stranger had one hand pressed to the fogged glass, and there was no missing the furious pump of his other arm.
“I think he wants a show,” I whispered, my heart picking up again at the thought.
“Then let’s fucking give him one,” Noah said with a slow grin, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight.
Before I could register what was happening, his legs were over the side of the bed, and he was moving us across the room. My back pressed into the cool stone wall, directly across from our guest, and again, something drew my focus to where his eyes would be if I could see him better. I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt, we were connected somehow. He was getting more than arousal from this. But I didn’t know what.
Noah’s hands were pressed against the wall on either side of my head, his face lowered to my neck as he trailed kisses down my throat. “Are you ready, dove?” he whispered.
“For? You’re already railing me harder than I thought you could.”
He chuckled, low and deep, the sound rumbling through me and sending tingles racing across my skin. “We’re putting on a show, remember? Let’s make sure our friend gets a good look at you. I want him to covet this pretty pink pussy and wish he was able to taste it any time he wanted just like I can.”
He pushed away, his hands gripping me beneath my thighs, almost high enough to grasp my ass. Then he pulled out, spreading me wide and holding me up against the wall as he dropped to his knees. The cool air hit my oversensitive flesh, making me cry out and squirm. Noah had such a strong hold on me, though, I would have been less stable on a chair. I should have been concerned that a stranger had front row seats to a detailed examination of my lady bits, but I didn’t have time to think about it before Noah buried his face between my thighs and ate me like a starving man.
“Fuck, Noah,” I cried as overwhelming sensations careened through me. I grabbed him by the back of the head and pushed him closer, needing him to give me more, to help me reach the crest. My climax exploded through every nerve ending I had, making me come so hard my eyes rolled back in my head.
Noah continued sucking and nibbling my clit, drawing out my pleasure. Then he looked up my body, his eyes flashing with a different kind of hunger. My breath caught in my chest as understanding dawned.
“Just don’t take too much,” I whispered.
Nuzzling his face in the crook of my inner thigh, he struck. Deep pressure, a sharp burn, and then indescribable euphoria hit me all at once.
“Noah.” His name came out as a barely intelligible moan.
He made a rumbling sound low in his throat, taking one last swallow before pulling back. He lifted his hand to his mouth, pricking his thumb with one of his fangs and smearing a drop of blood over the wounds to heal them. Noah held me up with one hand as though I weighed nothing, and as soon as he was sure I’d healed, he lowered me to my feet, a proud smirk on his kissable lips. Lips still coated in my arousal and stained with my blood.
I ran my hand through Noah’s hair, my heart still pounding wildly in my chest as I glanced up and back to the window. I would have sworn the stranger’s eyes caught mine just a second before the light behind the glass flickered out.
“Do you think we scared him off?” I asked.
“Not a chance in hell. If he frequents Iniquity, this is far from the worst of his sins. In fact, I’ll bet we run into him again the next time we’re here.”
“Next time?”
“Didn’t you warn me you’d acquire a taste for the club if your first time was here?”
That brought up an entire world of possibility. Noah and I could explore my darkest desires here . . . his darkest desires. I had to know every detail about him and what he wanted, what stirred his need besides vanilla missionary sex. He’d given up so much to be with me. I’d give him everything he craved.
The reminder of what brought us here, his confession about his traitor’s mark and my role in it, had me turning my head and pressing a soft kiss just above the darkened silver, wondering if it still hurt. If it had, he’d not let on. Before I could say anything further, my stomach let out a loud grumble.
He chuckled. “I guess now that we’ve seen to one of your hungers, we should take care of the other. Come on, dove. Let’s get dressed and get you fed.”
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
THORNE
Even though it was the wee hours of the morning, the party upstairs hadn’t lessened. Iniquity was made for this time, when day and night fought for dominance, when people’s inhibitions were at their lowest. With Sunday’s hand firmly grasped in mine, I led her through the bodies grinding against each other on the dance floor, the seductive bassline of the song humming through my chest, begging for us to join the throng. But I had other plans, ones that included taking her for something to eat and then back to my flat so I could get her back into my bed.
“Wait,” she called, giving my hand a tug. “I think that’s Moira.”
I turned back, curling my body protectively around hers, eyes scanning the crowd but not finding her flatmate. “Where?”
“Right there. She’s dancing with that hot as fuck Indian girl.” Sunday pointed toward the two women practically fucking on the dance floor.