Chapter 16

Sixteen

I get why it’s called a decorating party now.

Half of the people in the room are covered in cum.

It drips down naked chests and glistens on swollen lips. It’s on faces and running down bare thighs.

I shiver, despite the heat. I feel like I’ve stumbled into a naughty secret.

Bran winds his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in to him. He empties whatever glass he’s on. His arm is heavy on me, as if he’s having trouble keeping himself upright.

“This place is magnificent,” he answers. “Also, I told you so.”

“You’re drunk,” I say, swaying.

“So are you,” he counters and laughs through his nose.

“I feel like I shouldn’t be watching this, I can’t seem to take my eyes off of it.”

There’s so much to see, so much movement, too many limbs, bare cocks and bouncing tits. It reminds me of a computer screensaver, all of those curves moving in and around each other.

“The whole point of an orgy is to watch, Mouse.” Bran’s arm comes around me, his hand wrapping around my throat, his fingers on my jaw guiding me to watch.

It’s art come to life. Depraved, debauched art.

I’m enthralled by a couple closest to us. The man is sitting on a circular velvet couch. There’s a woman straddling him, fucking him. His hands are on her ass, bouncing her on him. Swirls of metallic paint cover the woman’s back while black ink covers the man’s hands. Again with the symbols I can’t decipher, though his are softer, rounder symbols than Arion’s.

Speaking of the fae lord…

I scan the room, hoping not to spot him. For some reason, the energy I get off Arion is an energy that reminds me of the whole concept of elders. Like one misstep and they’ll be giving you a disconcerting look.

I don’t want him to know that I’m drunk and enjoying this orgy. I don’t want him to think I’m a spicy little faeling. Even though I am, let’s be honest.

Bran’s hand sinks to my midsection. Butterflies fill my belly and then dip down between my legs as he presses me against his chest. I can feel him growing hard at my ass. And how could he not? We’re watching live porn and we’re drunk.

Another server appears at my side. “More wine for m’lady?”

Of course. Don’t mind if I do.

I down the glass. Bran downs his.

We’re staring at one another, laughter bubbling up our throats.

Everything beyond this room fades away. My heart warms beneath the wine as Bran’s pupils blow out, a thin sliver of his irises glowing gold.

He takes my hand and yanks me to the back of the room where a half-moon couch is tucked beneath hanging lights and tangled vines. The air back here smells sweet of honeysuckle and my head goes swimmy with excitement.

Are we doing this?

Bran tears the dress from my body, leaving me in nothing but a black lace corset and matching panties. “The dress didn’t make the impact we wanted anyway,” he says, tossing the scraps to the floor. He spins me around and sits me on his lap so I’m facing the room. A flush of heat rises to my cheeks as he hooks my legs over his knees and spreads me open.

Excitement spins in my belly and my clit pulses with anticipation.

His hands come to my thighs and trail up, and the air catches in my throat making me squeak. I’m kinda nervous, a little shaky.

In front of us, a woman sits on a plush settee with cushions that look as though they’re stuffed with feathers. A man goes to his knees in front of her and she upends her glass of wine, giggling to herself. There are thick horns protruding from her bright red hair and sharp fangs that peek through her parted lips.

The man slips his hand inside her skirt and watching them burns a fire in my veins.

This must be part of the allure of an orgy—getting to watch someone else indulge in pleasure while you do too. It’s a double dose of sensory fire.

I can’t say I’ve ever watched porn and had sex at the same time, but I imagine even that pales in comparison to this.

As the man teases at the woman’s pussy, Bran slips inside my panties and finds me already wet.

“You like watching others, little mouse,” he says at my ear, his voice practically a purr.

“I guess I do.”

Bran’s touch is light at first, priming me, making me wiggle.

Across from us, the man leans forward and nips at the wet panties of the woman on the settee and her body jolts.

Bran sinks his middle finger inside of me and my hips shift, wanting more of him, to be filled up despite the whisper of doubt in the far trenches of my mind.

I’m drunk on fairy wine and swept up in a fairy orgy.

Surely there’s something wrong with this scenario?

But I can’t seem to care. I can’t seem to tell Bran to stop.

The man on his knees hooks his fingers around the woman’s panties and stretches them to the side, baring her. Then his mouth is on her, eating her out like she’s a delicacy.

The woman hangs her head back, her mouth popped open in ecstasy.

An answering thrill pulses in my pussy and Bran presses his thumb against my clit.

“Oh fuck, yeah, yes,” I tell him, but my words pull him to a stop. He slips out of me and flattens his hand against me, holding still.

“Bran,” I whine and tremble in his grip. He’s hard beneath me, digging into my back. How is he showing restraint when sex is everywhere and I’m ready and willing?

I grab his wrist, push his arm back, and spin around so I can straddle him face-to-face.

His eyes are hooded, irises glowing. “Naughty little mouse.”

I kiss him. His tongue darts out to meet mine and the kiss deepens. His hands go to my ass, grabbing me possessively as our lips crash together.

I can’t get enough of him. He’s just as addictive as the fairy wine.

His cock presses against the dark material of his pants, so I reach between us, and fumble with the button before tearing it off and yanking the zipper down. He’s in my hand in just a few seconds and his groan of pleasure fills my mouth.

“Fuck, Mouse,” he says. “I need the heat of that pussy wrapped around my cock.”

“Then hurry up,” I tell him between kisses.

He tears off my panties, not bothering with the delicacies of the man behind us.

Bran lifts me up so he can get beneath me and then seats himself inside my pussy with a hot, wet rush.

I yelp in surprise. He lifts me again and slams me down on him.

The sound of our fucking joins the chorus of fucking in the room.

“Keep bouncing on my cock, Mouse.” I find my momentum and fuck him fast. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

I find the right spot so that my clit rocks against him every time I go down. The tide wells up, higher and higher.

Bran’s fangs protrude from his swollen mouth and he bites me on the breast. I feel nothing but the heat of his mouth. He drags his tongue over the well of blood before covering the wound entirely, drinking me back.

“Oh fuck,” I say and keep the rhythm going, fast, fast, don’t stop.

Blood runs from his mouth, drips between us, down my pussy, making us wetter.

We’re a mess, but we don’t care.

There is only the carnal pleasure of sex and blood and the pressing energy of ecstasy behind us.

Bran growls, pulling in a long draw of crimson as he buries himself deeply. “I’m filling up that fucking pussy,” he tells me. “Come on my cock, Mouse.”

I close my eyes, feeling the thickness of his cock grow the closer he gets to coming.

His hands go to my hips, taking control of me with a hungry possessiveness that makes me fucking lose my mind.

The pressure explodes, burning through me, and Bran slams me down hard on him, filling me up.

I push all my weight forward, rocking my clit against him as the orgasm takes over my entire body, bones and all.

I’m shaking, trembling, breathless. Sweat beads at the back of my neck.

I ride the wave, Bran’s grip on me tight and sure, his tongue lapping up the last of my blood.

Gravity pulls me down as the pleasure blinks through my nerves. Bran takes on my weight as I sink forward against him and my hair tangles around his face.

“That was fucking amazing,” he says around heavy breathes. “You did good, Mouse.” He chuckles to himself, his breath smelling of wine and blood.

With what little energy I have left, I slip off of him, sticky and sweaty, and collapse onto the couch on my back. He finds a blanket at the end of the couch, the yarn coarse like wool. He drapes it over me and then sinks to the couch behind me, pulling me into him.

“We should get up,” I tell him, snuggling into the warm glow.

“Let us bask in this a moment longer.”

My eyes sink closed.

Bran’s breathing evens out beside me.

Everything is beautiful, especially this man and the way he makes me feel.

Before I know it, I’m out.