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"It's fine. Just don't bend over."

The simple fact she had to advise me not to said that the dress was absolutely not fine. Thankfully, the women we passed seemed dressed in similarly revealing clothes. I wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb.

In my rush to put as much distance between the wild god slash club host, I took us farther and farther into the greenhouse.

We were heading towards the end of the greenhouse, which was darker—the light trees were purple rather than blue, anddimmer—and filled with a throng of people dancing. The music got louder and louder as we approached.

And the farther I walked, the sillier I felt for having been so afraid. This place truly was lovely, and everyone seemed so relaxed.

Ever so relaxed?—

"Oh, yes! Harder!"

The lurid screams pulled me out of my reverie.

Oh, fuck.

I blinked twice, but what I'd been looking at was still there. I hadn't made it up.

On top of a low table in a booth, there was a woman on all fours, her dress lifted over her hips, getting railed from behind by one man, another lying with his back on the table, and a third in front of her, cock in her mouth.

My jaw hit the floor. How could they do that right here, in the middle of the club? I was no prude, but this was something else. I looked around, wondering if anyone else noticed the spectacle. That was when I saw that, while this group had been the first to catch my attention, they certainly weren't the only ones currently occupying themselves by fucking in public.

Lucian had said that the lust spells in this place made everyone want to fuck; he hadn't told me they'd do it right here in the open.

Then again, you didn't mention you intended to pop by.

I downed what was left on my drink and moved on. There seem to be a bar on the other side of the dance floor. I kept my attention fixed on it. Now that I was more aware of what was going on around me, I couldn't miss the veritable orgy around us.

Not everyone was fucking. That was what made it even crazier: some people just laughed, played poker, or danced, completely ignoring gangbangs in neighboring booths.

It was starting to affect me. I could feel my skin prickle, my thighs rub together, my core tighten. Was any spell at work? It was possible. But it was also likely that the proximity to so much deviant sex was making me want?—

I knew what I wanted.WhoI wanted. And he was too busy to see me until Monday, according to him. After I'd let him fuck my face, too.

Fuck.What was I thinking, coming to a dark wizards' club?

"Do you feel weird?" I whispered to Silver.

"I don't know," she mused. "It's not like yesterday—I was out of control. I barely recognized myself. I just had to jump the closest person available, like a compulsion. This time, I'm me, but I'm also…" She paused, trying to find the right word.

"Fucking horny?" I offered.

She nodded. "Yep. Pretty much that. I think that's what Abbey warned us about: this isn't a lust spell. I'm just chilled. And there are people fucking all around us, which makes me want to join in."

I licked my lower lip. "One drink and we go home?"

We were getting close to the bar, but each step felt harder. Part of me wanted to stop, and just pull my clothes off one by one.

I didn't realize the spells would be this potent.Ineededto be touched.I was completely out of control, my breath hitching, my panties completely fuckingsoaked.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is Kleos Valesco, darling of the vale, partying on my side of town?" My heart skipped a beat as I turned, finding Lucian right here. "Be still my heart.”

He wore a dark suit—not unlike the one he had on when he left me at my doorstep earlier, intending to go off and raise the dead, but I could tell it was a different one. Well cut, like everything he owned, and with a silky sheen, it was gorgeous, and as casual as anything I'd ever seen him wear.

Say something, idiot.“Lucian Regis has a heart?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Quick, someone alert the press. It’s time for some ice skating in hell.”

There. I almost sounded like myself.