She glanced back at Micah. “I’m not sure what types of things he is involved in, Micah. You need to be very careful about who you associate yourself with. Remember who is behind the scenes. Your fellow members of the Circle, the royal family, the princess. Need I go on?”
“See, you are a natural.” He stared into her eyes. “Prepare yourself. Alan is approaching again.” He winked and she grabbed onto his arm, looped hers through his and pulled him toward the dance floor.
“What are you doing?”
“Avoiding being mauled,” she replied, as they made their way onto the dance floor around other people currently dancing to a slow song.
He placed a hand on her waist and the other held her hand above her shoulder.
“Do you really think this is going to work?”
She looked toward Alan who stood by the wall staring at her.
She couldn’t help but wonder if he would be a fierce lover. She wanted a man who could take charge, yet knew precisely where to touch her, kiss her, to arouse her senses.
“He’s just going to come over here and cut in.”
“You won’t let anyone cut in, will you?” she asked, looking up at her boss. He smiled and was about to speak when someone interrupted.
“Sir, Batya. I just wanted to inform you that we have arrived.”
Batya stared up at the huge figure, her eyes colliding with a large tuxedo-covered chest and then the gorgeous face of Derry Sinclair, Lexi’s son. A member of Caliber, a close friend of the family, and holy shit, one sexy arousing man.
“Ah, Derry, so nice to see you again. How are your mother and fathers?” Micah asked, shaking his hand.
“Very good, sir. Thank you for asking.” Derry immediately returned to Batya.
They stared at one another, and despite her high heels, she still had to tilt her head to keep eye contact with Derry.
Micah released her, and Derry leaned forward, placing his hand on her waist as he whispered before kissing her cheek.
“It’s been a long time, Batya. You look stunning.” The moment he was so close and his lips touched hers, she absorbed his scent, his aura, and she widened her eyes in shock. His grip on her waist tightened. They locked gazes.
“Why don’t you two dance while I go speak with Eamon and Talib?” Micah said with a smile. Batya cleared her throat, stopped staring at Derry, and looked toward where Micah headed. Her eyes locked onto Eamon and Talib, and instantly her body reacted to seeing them. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy felt swollen. It didn’t help that Derry pulled her closer to dance with her.
“This is quite the surprise, isn’t it, little princess.” His eyes were nearly changing, his grip firm on her hip, and he held her hand as they danced.
She swallowed hard.
Derry is my mate. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not tonight. Not him. He’s so big, dominant, an Alpha male who hunts people down and rolls around with criminals, protecting all the people and Weres.
She stared up at his dark brown eyes, the wavy brown shoulder-length hair she used to tug on as a kid to get on his nerves. I want to tug on it now but for totally different reasons. No. No, this is not happening. I’m in charge of my destiny. I will not be controlled or told what to do.
“How are you, Batya? It’s been so long since my brothers and I have seen you. The city suits you well. You look so beautiful and sophisticated. You’ve grown into quite the woman.” His eyes roamed over her chest.
“Thank you, Derry. I love it here. I’ve been very busy with Micah and his campaign as well as his hotel business.”
“You haven’t been home, to the estate, in a while then?”
“No. I don’t miss it really. I love the city life, the people, and coming and going as I please.”
His hold got firmer, and then they heard the voice.
“Excuse me, I’d like to dance with my date.”
Batya looked up to see Alan, and he didn’t look too pleased at all. However, one look from Derry, who was quite intimidating, told Alan that he shouldn’t challenge him.
“Your date?” he asked.
“Yes, Derry, please meet Alan Sparks. Alan, meet an old family friend, Derry Sinclair.”
Derry didn’t release her, but he did reach out his hand to shake Alan’s.
Derry looked Alan over and then let his hand caress over the top of her ass as he released her and Alan pulled her against him.
“Nice meeting you.”
“If she was my date, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight,” Derry said and then winked at Batya before walking away.
Batya found their words, their control, and expressed desires too difficult to ignore. Eamon’s kiss sent her up in flames, and Talib’s hold of her even now, cupping one of her breasts, was overwhelming.
Then she felt Eamon’s palms move up and under her dress. She stiffened, but he pressed her thighs apart, using his thumbs to gently caress in between.
“Open for me, baby. Let me pleasure you,” Eamon whispered. She parted her thighs, with the help of Talib behind her using his knee and thick, hard thigh to part hers.
The moment Eamon’s thumbs came in contact with her panties, she moaned softly.
“That’s right, baby. You want me to touch you. Your pussy’s all swollen and needy isn’t it, baby?” Eamon asked and she was shocked by his words. The knowledge that he could speak to her in such a way and refer to her feminine parts was both arousing and upsetting. She felt the twinge of jealousy knowing that they’d had lovers in their pasts and she’d had none.
But all thoughts vanished from her mind, as thick, hard digits began to caress her pussy lips, lather her own cream around in small circles, and then push up into her cunt.
She gripped Eamon’s shoulders. Nearly falling forward as Eamon pushed his thick digit in and out of her pussy.
“Easy, Batya. Damn, you smell as sweet as honey,” Eamon said and turned his head to kiss her palm and then draw one of her fingers into his mouth. Behind her Talib moved his hand off her breast, making her feel the loss and nearly complain. But then she felt his fingers behind her, unzipping her dress. Eamon thrust his fingers upward as he used his other hand to lift her thigh up over his shoulder. She fell back against Talib, whose strong, capable arms held her as he pressed the strap of her dress lower and pushed his hand down and over her breast. Considering that she wasn’t wearing a bra, she felt his heated skin, the masculine feel of his palm ignited flames she knew she never felt before. She thrust her hips forward against Eamon’s fingers.
“That’s it, baby. You smell fucking delicious.”
“I wondered all night if you were wearing a bra under this pretty dress, Batya. I, for one, am glad you’re not,” Talib said and she turned to look at him as he spoke, while cupping her breast and pinching her nipple.
“Oh!” she moaned louder.
She felt completely out of control. Her body vibrated with such need. Her wolf came to life and she wanted more. She never had done anything like this before and then she felt Eamon’s mouth against her pussy.
“Eamon.” She blurted out his name, pushed forward only to be pulled back by the hand that cupped her breast, and now Talib’s fingers that crawled under her hair and neck, gripped tight, and turned her face toward his.
He covered her mouth and delved his tongue deep while Eamon feasted on her cream. She exploded, felt her body shaking, her heart racing. Batya held on to Eamon’s head and hair, gripping it while Talib devoured her moans.
“So fucking delicious. Just like I thought. Sweeter than honey. Fuck, baby, I want more. I want all your fucking orgasms,” Eamon said and then growled. The feel of his hot breath against her oversensitive folds ignited more cream to release.
“Oh,” She moaned after pulling from Talib’s mouth.
He nipped the skin on her neck, making her shiver and shake.
Eamon gently placed her foot back down onto the ground and she thought she might fall.
But Eamon lifted her up and against him.
She straddled his waist and he kissed her hard on the mouth.
Running her hands through his hair, gripping his head, she kissed him just as thoroughly as they walked. She tasted herself on him, mixed with Eamon’s scent and Talib’s scent, and she felt so needy.
“I need a taste,” Talib whispered and Eamon stopped, pressed her up against a large, thick tree and pulled from her mouth.
“Thank you, baby. Thank you for letting me pleasure you, and having a taste of your sweet, sweet cream.” He held her gaze, and she felt her cheeks warm.
One look down to her breast and she knew she wasn’t covered.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, woman. Talib was right. No bra, no barriers, just the way we like it.” He leaned forward and licked across her nipple, pulled the tight bud between his teeth and then rolled his tongue over her areola.