Dex

 

 

 

AGAIN JEDREK SHOOK me off balance. Every indication suggested he was . . . attracted to me?

Gods, I didn’t know what to think anymore. I’d even stumbled at his husky words about fucking. Him? Fucking me? My cock began thickening in response, and I picked up my pace to the palace as perspiration gathered on my brow.

Inside the Great Hall, the party had already started despite Zane and Astrid still being absent. We’d left Khalon on guard at the Temple while the sounds of their lovemaking bounced off the obelisks.

I quickly joined Prairie, X, Cozmo, Magnar, Kerta, and the rest. Wearing a half smile, Jedrek dropped into the seat next to me then ranged his arm across the back of my chair.

His proximity threatened my sanity. I could smell him, somewhat woodsy, still fresh from the earlier shower. Chills rose on my skin, skin that he almost touched with his long fingers resting so close to my shoulder.

I swallowed hard, grabbed a goblet from the table, and quickly downed the contents.

Prairie gazed at me with sparkling green eyes. “How’s it hanging, Dexy?”

“All there, Prairie.” I reached low to cup my crotch, winking at her.

“Fuck.” Jedrek gave a rough groan. Leaning in so close his breath washed across my neck, he murmured, “I could help you out with that.”

My head swung around so sharply our lips nearly collided.

Pupils dilated across his irises, and it looked like we were poised to kiss.

Silence gathered all around us—silent expectation.

Blood flooded down to my groin, and my stomach muscles contracted.

Just then, sound roared back to life as everyone else in the vast room stamped to their feet. Chants for Zane and Astrid, who’d finally appeared, erupted in boisterous calls. I reared away from Jedrek, bounding up from my chair, knocking his arm loose.

I stared pointedly at the approaching couple, trying to steady my breath.

Jedrek uncoiled more slowly from his seat, his arm brushing alongside mine. Even that small contact sent a bolt of desire through me.

This is insane.

I was tempted to move to the other side of the table, or—hell—the other side of the room to distance myself from Jedrek when everyone settled back down, but I’d never been a coward before. I wasn’t about to start now.

For the next hour, I concentrated on shoveling food into my mouth and alcohol down my throat. Jedrek had once again run his arm across the back of my chair, and his thigh inched closer and closer to mine.

He barely drank.

He hardly ate.

And even without looking I could tell his attention was mainly focused on me.

I hardly registered any of the conversation going on around us until Prairie griped, “Another feast. Another orgy I can’t take part in. Le sigh.”

At least the orgy part hadn’t begun yet, and I planned on escaping before it did. I remembered with utter clarity one banquet when Jedrek and I had ended up with the same female. I’d lain down on a table with a beauty riding my cock while Jedrek had mounted her from behind.

The intense sensation of his shaft drilling into her ass and along my cock with only a thin membrane between us had set my balls on edge. Balls that slammed up against his heavy testicles when we’d started a fierce rhythm.

That wasn’t the only time we’d partaken together.

I took another drink in an attempt to cool down, but then Jedrek slid his arm away. His fingers skimmed across my flesh, and I almost choked.

The bastard chuckled.

By the time the dancing started, my body was strung taut as a bow. It wasn’t Laurel capturing my regard—the gorgeous human female we both wanted to bed but hadn’t.

And I didn’t think Jedrek was paying attention to her either. I noticed him reaching down to his lap. I tensed my jaw as I watched him adjust the heavy length of what looked to be his fully hard cock beneath the leather kilt.

My eyes flicked up to his, but his gaze strayed over my chest, a chest that felt tight and hot. And Gods, the heat in my loins was becoming unbearable.

“Dance?” he asked above the noise of the chatter and the clapping and the music.

“With you?” The words strained from my throat.

“Yes.”

I knew our friendship would change forever if I followed him out to join the others dancing in celebration. I inhaled a shaky breath. I met Jedrek’s light gray eyes and nodded with the slightest motion of my head.

His lips spread in a wide smile, and I realized he wasn’t just rugged, he was outright handsome. He leaped up and began shouldering his way into the crowded mix.

When I rose to join him, Prairie cupped her hands around her mouth to shout, “Woo hoo! ’Bout damn time!”

If she weren’t the queen I would’ve thrown a rude invective her way.

I met Jedrek in the middle of the melee where the heat amplified. Tribal drums pounded out a rhythm, and I watched his sinews twist and flex in much the same way they did when he was fucking.

Gazes locked together, I mirrored his motions. His hips circled, and mine did too with the smallest amount of space between us.

When he hauled me straight against him, breath left my lungs in a loud whoosh. He banded strong arms around me, and the feeling of a powerful male body grinding against mine was so foreign, so exotic, I groaned.

“You like that?”

I gripped him tighter, mashing our big slick bodies together. “Yes. Fuck.”

His mouth landed on my neck, and when his tongue lashed out and dragged up my sensitive flesh I slipped my hands down his back and onto his muscular ass. We danced like that, plastered together, groins lewdly grinding, stiff cocks between us.

He grabbed my hair in a fist and tilted my head to the other side. His lips attacked my neck he held angled, and hotly fueled lust rushed through me faster than the beats of the drums.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked in a low-pitched voice.

“I think it’s obvious.”

I’d never been so blatantly pursued before. Never been so turned on, so fucking horny in my decades’ long life.

“I’ve never been with a male,” I admitted, drawing back only to see a wicked smile curl his hard lips.

“I know.” He pumped his cock against me, hands roaming all over my back. “Me either.”

“When did this start?”

“No idea. Fuck. Months ago.” Jedrek grunted when I squeezed the taut cheeks of his ass. “Could’ve been years. I just fucking want you in my bed, Dex.” He licked my neck up to my earlobe, which he tugged between his teeth until I felt the tip of his descended fangs. “I want your cock in my mouth.” He sucked on the side of my bristly jaw. “Gods, you taste good.”

I felt like I was gasping for breath, gagging to get closer to him, skin on bare skin.

“What about Laurel?” I asked with the last shred of my sanity.

A high-pitched shriek coming from the direction of the royal table immediately broke us apart.

“Fucking hell.” I was already sprinting across the room. “Not another attack!”

The possibility of danger had my blood pumping just as hard as Jedrek’s hot words and sexy touches had a moment before.

We reached the table in time to see X lifting Prairie in his arms, a pool of clear liquid running all over her throne.

“What the fuck happened?” My words blazed out.

“Is she all right?” Jedrek halted beside me.

“My water broke, geniuses.” Then the very pregnant redhead gasped and twisted in X’s arms. “I blame you two!” she pointed at us, shouting between gasps. “Hot, sexy . . . hormones. You put me in labor. Aaaaah! This is gonna suck.”