"I'm not sure..." Huffing out a deep breath, she wipes unshed tears away as she pushes back her shoulders, before directing her attention my way.
Time seems to stop as I find myself trapped in her gaze. Her eyes roaming over my body, holding me hostage.
I can't help but smirk as a tinge of red blooms across her cheeks, the only signal her body gives me that she likes what she sees.I wonder what else I can turn red...
"Please, allow me the pleasure of your company this evening." I hold out my hand in invitation, waiting for her to approach me, not wanting to scare her off.
Perfect white teeth bite her lower lip, her hands twisting her purse strap once more, as she takes the moment to think.
Nodding, she takes a step toward me, her delicate hand sliding into my own, "It would be my pleasure, kind sir."
Sir...The word slips easily from her lips, causing a growl to rumble deep in my chest. A feeling of possession and jealousy flashing red hot at the mere idea of her calling any other male 'sir.'Never again. I shall be the only one she will ever call sir. Along with a few other words that come to mind...
Guiding her hand into the crook of my arm, I lead her into the main room, glaring any anyone who tries to gain her attention. A silent warning to walk away. That she is claimed, even if she doesn't bare my mark yet. "May I have this dance, little one?"
Smiling, my mate turns, her body leaning into me as her hand slides into my own. Together we sway and turn. Our bodies drifting closer as we become lost to the world around us. Time passing without notice, as it should be, for there is no other in the world more important than her.
A glazed look comes over her eyes--along with those of the other humans--as the room shifts through the veil, transporting everyone to the Chthonian Realm.
All around, glamours fall from those wearing enchantments, while shifters transition into their more beastial forms. My own glamour fades, allowing my demonic appearance to come through.
Hands tightening around my mate, I wait, watching as the haze clears from her eyes.
Chapter Nine
Kaitlyn
I have never felt as safe as I do right now, wrapped protectively within the arms of this man. He may be a stranger but some part of me recognizes him. With every step we take together, every spin around the dance floor, a memory of having done this before flitters through my mind. Warmth engulfs my body, chasing away any worries, any fears, any doubts I may have. Leaving behind a feeling of peace.
The world seems to shift, a haze of some sort slowly lifting, as other guests seem to become something more. Something one would see on TV or read in stories. Something distinctly 'other.'
Fur sprouts from skin. Teeth turn into fangs. Horns and wings appear from nowhere... and yet I'm still not afraid.
A familiar weight wraps around my ankle, grounding me. Somewhere in the room, a clock chimes with each passing hour. The air shimmers, a hazy fog drifting about the room, creating phantoms as it swirls around every dancer's feet.
Together, the man who saved me from being a social outcast and I continue to dance. Around and around, our bodies swaytogether, knowing how the other will move as if we have done this a million times before.
My mystery man leans closer, his warmth engulfing my body, as the notes from the current song fade away, "How about we go somewhere a little more... private?"
His voice is a low, sensual purr, the sound traveling through my body, stoking up the flames within my core and making my pussy ache with sudden need.
"I don't even know your name..." Really? That's all I have to say? I could just slap myself.
He just smirks, a light sparking in his eyes, as if he's in on some sort of joke, "It's Cain, my little Dove."
"Cain..." I whisper the word, tasting every syllable and vowel as it comes out in a breathy sigh. A gentle hand cups my cheek and I sigh, leaning into his touch.
"Is there anything else you would like to know?..." he trails off, giving me a chance to speak up.
Unlike with any other man there was no annoyance in his tone. No judgement at my hesitation.
Shaking my head, I lean into his side as he pulls me close, his arm wrapping around my waist as he guides me through the room to another, that is somehow larger, even more grander than the one we just left.
"Talk about larger on the inside," I mutter, my arm wrapping around Cain's waist as if to make sure I don't become lost in what appears to be a den of iniquity.
Silks--rich reds, metallic silver, and the darkest of any black I have ever seen--hang in swatches from the ceiling, between large black marble columns, and draped across every lounge and settee within the room. Soft music plays from some unseen speakers, accompanied by moans, gasps, and cries of pleasure as couples and groups take pleasure in all sorts of carnal acts.
Nearby, a groan I'd recognize anywhere, sounds to my right.