I try to catch her gaze in the mirror, but she’s quick to return her attention to the buttons. I wonder how she sees me, fraternizing with devils. A debaucherous mortal? A power hungry witch? It occurs to me that Chanel’s Mother or Father or whichever might have made a deal with a devil as well.
I turn to look at her, so many questions in my mind, but I ask the least obvious one. “How old are you?”
“Young. I was born in 1789. Aquarius.” Still looking at me, she reaches back and opens up the curtain.
Rosier and Kas both turn their heads to look at me. “Now that’s a dress!” Kas hoots.
“Right?” Chanel speaks in a tense vocal fry. She leads me to the mirrors. “She looks wicked sexy. We’ll have to hem the bottom, but other than that, it fits great.”
Up on the little stage, the bottom of the dress pools around my feet, but the single shoulder halter is much better suited for my body. There are large gold safety pins that accent at the hip and front of the dress. I can’t help but pop my knee, showing off the dress’ slit. Chanel claps, and I smile over at her.
Rosier barks, “Leave us.”
Both Chanel and Kas practically run out of the room.
I look at Rosier with a frown. “What’s that about?”
He approaches the stage but doesn’t step onto it. With his height, he doesn’t really have to. He holds my hips, looking at me through the mirror.
He leans in and kisses where my neck meets my collarbone. “I like you with your hair up,” he growls against my skin. “Easy access. None of that walled-off shit you wear every damn day.”
I chew the inside of my lip. I’m not confused by his coming onto me; that’s been the only consistent thing in this relationship so far. I don’t get how he can be so cruel to everyone and so gentle with me. I reach over and touch the back of his head, encouraging him to keep kissing me. Rosier’s lips move up my neck, then my jawline.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I want you,” he says, obviously.
“So fuck me, then?”
Rosier lifts his head, and I can see his bewildered expression in the mirror. “I forget you know that word.”
I roll my eyes.
One of his hands reaches to cup my ass, sliding along the smooth fabric. “I think I’d rather fuck you in my true form.”
My brows knit. I know werewolves and vampires have monstrous forms, but I never really thought about Kas or Rosier looking any different than they normally do. “What do you normally look like?”
“If I have to wait, then so do you.” He kisses my shoulder.
I shake my head. “You’re being weird.”
“I want to have you all to myself. Take you when you’re truly mine. Body and soul…” His hand trails up my thigh, his fingers threatening to slip under the fabric of the dress. “Body, soul, and cunt.” No longer teasing, looking through the mirror as his hand disappears underneath the silky fabric. “I haven’t gotten to taste you yet…” His voice sounds almost lamenting.
He delicately traces his fingers along my panties, then grabs my breast, pawing at me. I let out a surprise whimper, still focusing on the mirror in front of me. Rosier’s golden eyes are like a lion’s, staring at the mirror, staring at me. His thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple through the dress, and I let out a choked gasp. I watch Rosier’s hands, watch my mouth hang open in ecstasy.
“That’s it,” he speaks into my collar, his voice gravelly. “Now you see what I see. You're all hot and bothered, your body begging for me.”
I reach back and grab his thighs, pressing our bodies closer together. “You think… I’ve never done this before?” Rosier’s fingers push my panties aside. “Watched myself?” He brushes my folds, already wet.
“You’re full of surprises,” he chuckles. “Such a filthy little witch, trying so hard to be seen as pure.” He shoves two fingers inside me. I wince, and he coos in my ear, “Shhh.”He curls his fingers, thumb brushing over my clit as he nibbles at my ear. His fingers pull out of me and out from under the dress. Still watching the mirror, he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks like I did last night. He moans like I’m on my knees gagging on him. “You’re to die for, Minnie.”
The door opens, and I cover myself despite still being fully clothed. Kas has one foot in the dressing room. “Not to interrupt, but we kinda only have the fitting room for a few–”
“Get out.” Rosier growls, his words vibrating against my shoulder.
“Right, yup, leaving now. Just maybe we could grab–”
Rosier turns and marches over to him. He grabs him by his shirt collar and pins him to the closest wall. “Always so chatty, Kamsa. Why don’t you shove some dick in that hole the way you were born to?”