Page 20 of Castor

What was holding me back? I’d had countless one-night stands. What could one more hurt? He wanted me, and I wanted him. For one night, at least.

“Fuck it,” I said, closing the gap between our bodies and sliding a hand to the back of his head, gripping the red strands of his hair. Our chests pressed together. So did the bulges we were both sporting. “If you want to fuck, let’s fuck.”

“There were a lot of fucks in that statement.”

“Shut up.”

I kissed him.

My lips tingled as they glided across his, and a soft groan pushed past them as the taste of him exploded on my tongue. Castor tasted like spiced bourbon and honey. I couldn’t get enough. I yanked him closer and deepened the kiss.

“You’re making my head spin, little dragon,” he murmured, his breath tickling my lips. He wound his arms around my waist and held me flush against his chest.

“Just wait until I get you naked.”

“What are we waiting for, then?” Castor’s fingers slid through mine as he took a step back.

He led me across the club, dodging the dancing bodies grinding together as the band Deftones played overhead, the speakers blurting out the chorus to “Change (In the House of Flies).”

Konnar, the vampire who owned the club, had rooms in the back to suit the needs of his patrons. The last time I’d been there, I saw two humans and a vampire go into one. There was a room set up like a BDSM dungeon, another one filled with plushy cushions and oils and incense meant to enhance sexual appetites and intoxicate the mind.

“If you want a good orgy, that’s the room to go in,” Castor said, nodding to the room I’d been looking at. “It’s mainly used by faeries, but they welcome outsiders.”

“I take it you’ve participated once or twice?”

He smirked. “You could say that.”

The front of my pants constricted even more at the thought of Castor lost in the throes of passion, someone riding his cock while another plunged into his ass. And yeah, my nerves prickled at the thought as well. As he’d said earlier about me, I wanted him to myself too. However irrational that might be.

I shoved him against the wall in the narrow corridor and kissed him again. He smiled against my lips before returning it, his hands skating down my sides. His kisses fueled my hunger. His touch sent electricity through my veins.

“I like that,” I panted. “Your tongue ring.”

“You should see all the fun things it can do.”

“Show me.”

Castor pushed me backward and slammed me against the opposite wall in the hallway. He was taking control now. I had a feeling we’d be doing that a lot tonight, fighting for dominance. Trying to one-up the other.

Bring it on.

“Are we going to do it right here?” I asked, my voice thick with lust.

“Nah. I have a room.”

Of course he did.

Castor reached behind me and opened a door, pushing me inside the room. He flipped on the light and locked the door before pushing me against it and kissing me so hard it left me breathless. Without a doubt, I knew I was in for a night of out-of-this world sex.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he growled against my lips.

“Is this where you take all the pretty boys?” I glanced around the room. Chains dangled from the headboard of the bed in the corner. There was also a blackjack table, a cigar stand, and a small bar with liquor in fancy glass bottles.

“Does that make you jealous?” He seemed amused.

“Screw you.” I took hold of his shirt.

“Oh my god, it does.” Castor gripped my chin. “That’s adorable.”