Page 15 of Magic in His Arms

She smiled.“I am semi-retired.The day job keeps me busy, and there are always new dancers who want to learn and join Hura.”

“Which one is she?”

“Shadows.”

“Ah, so if we wanted dancers for an event?”

“Ask her, but we are dancers, not strippers.Folks often have some confusion.”

They were moving together, and she found it was far too easy.She wasn’t jingling.

“Your name?”

“Abel-ur of the Daring Claw Clan.”He smiled and said, “Your name?”

“Bella Leto.No clan, born a distance from here.”

“Bella.It is understated for what you are.”He inhaled deeply as they danced.After another song started, he said slowly, “You know you are hot this evening.”

It wasn’t a question.

She looked up and smirked.“I am aware.That was why I was here.I was the spark for the spell.”

Abel-ur looked down at her.“You were an excellent spark.We felt the waves of it throughout the tables.”

“So, did you draw the short straw?”

He chuckled.“No.I dissuaded them from trying anything.They will all heal in time.”

She stared at him and then glanced at the table that had housed him.His seven dinner companions, four of whom were dark elves, were all looking at them with what she could describe as wistful lust.

She looked at him and grinned.“You have quite the fan club.They look disappointed at your desertion.”

“They will survive.I am having a delightful time.There is a lot of you exposed.”

“Hazards of performances.”

He grinned.“You don’t seem put off by my interest.”

“I have danced with orcs before.”She grinned.

“I have more than dancing on my mind.”

“Good for you.It’s nice to keep up a solid fantasy life.”

“I would love to detail my fantasies to you, preferably in front of a fire with nothing between us but sweat and the scent of sex in the air.”

She felt her body’s interest level ratchet up several notches.

“So, you believe in the direct approach?”She felt her thighs moving and his sliding between them.

“I do.Your scent isn’t leaving a lot of blood flow to my brain, so I just thought to be as persuasive as I can be with the handicap.”

Bella smiled.“Well, you are doing very well.”

He spun her out slowly, and she thudded back against him.“Thank you.I have never tried to seduce a woman on the dance floor in less than twenty minutes.”

“Why twenty minutes as a limit?”