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That eerie smile was back, as well as the golden eyes. "On me, lovelies.You two have given me something far more valuable than coin."

That was not good news. Except, my slow, addled mind couldn't really decide why.

"What's that?" Silver had the courage to ask.

"Pleasure, darling. The smell of your arousal is sweeter than ambrosia. I can practically taste how delicious you are. Please do enjoy yourselves."

And then, the god touched her shoulder. When he moved to do the same to me, Lucian grasped his wrist before he could make contact.

The god laughed, the vibration reverberating through my entire body. "But they're just so much fun . Proper and righteous and so, so high-strung." He licked his lips.

"Please," Lucian said.

Only it didn't look or feel like he was asking anything.

The god clicked his tongue. "You Regis folk. Never ones for sharing, are you? Very well."

And then he was gone, just like that. I rushed to my friend.

"What did he do to Silver?" I demanded.

Out of it, she collapsed on the closest bar stool. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused.

Lucian checked both her pulse and her pupils."She'll be fine," he assured me. "Touching Pan's like a hit of the strongest weed you can take. She'll just be high for a while. And, well, also aroused. It won't be like the lust spell you were hit with. She's still herself."

That was only sort of reassuring. I was glad he'd stopped Pan from touching me, but wished he'd done the same for my friend. Then again, it wasn't like the god had given us any warning.

He was a bit of a dick, wasn't he?

"That was because she called his name, here," Ronan said. "He tends to give people who presume to act familiar with him a lesson. Remind everyone of who he is."

So, her tongue had gotten her in trouble. Again.

She moaned, dropping her head on my shoulder, and then she was snoring.

"Oh, Silver." I shook my head.

I guess we weren't going anywhere for a while.

"How did today go?" I asked Lucian, glancing at Ronan as an afterthought.

Did he know what Lucian had been up to today?

"I'll tell you later," he assured me. "We'd better not talk shop here. Too many ears."

I pouted, dying for an answer. Presumably, if he'd found out who my attacker was, he would have said so by this point.

"Don't make that face. I doubt you came here tonight—and in that dress—to chat about what dead bodies could have to say."

I flushed, turning beet red. Silver's dress was a tiny, form-fitting minidress with thin straps, and gold chains attached around it like a harness. It was roughly seventy-nine times sexier than anything I owned.

"We were at Silver's. I borrowed one of the only dresses that would fit me."

"Mmhmm. And came to a club that I specifically warned you was full of lust spells in a fuck-me dress, with fuck-me shoes."

I actually wore my Mary Janes, a perfectly sensible pair of three-inch block heels, but presumably, anything short of Uggs would look like fuck-me shoes with that dress.

"It was Silver's idea. She wanted to do some research."

It sounded like a lame excuse, for all that it was the truth. I had no idea this place would be this intense. I should have taken him at his word.

Lucian leaned in to speak close to my ear. "I think you're a dirty, dirty liar. I think you got yourself worked up sucking my cock and wanted to get fucked. And instead of coming to me, you came here. Cowardly move, Valesco."

"Oh? And I think you got worked up when I sucked your cock, so you came here." I wasn't bothering to lower my voice.

He grinned. "I told you. I'm not affected by his place. Pan could snog me, I'd still be perfectly lucid. You, on the other hand?"

His palm found my thighs, right under the hem of my dress, and slid up, and up, then into the sensitive skin between my legs. I inhaled sharply. "Yes, rather wet, aren't you?"

He spoke louder. "Ronan, would you very much mind taking care of Sleeping Beauty for me? Something came up."

"I bet," the man grunted, lifting pulling Silver off her stool, and bringing her to a nearby empty booth.

"I can't just leave her. I don't know him—" I started to say.

"Look at me."

It was hard, but I made myself lift my gaze to his, silver eyes pulling, and retaining all my attention. His hand was still right there.

"Do you believe I'd leave your vulnerable friend with someone I didn't trust?"

I shook my head.

"Exactly. Be a good little witch and open for me."

I couldn't believe he was asking me to do that right here. Then again, this club was full of people outright fucking .

"Not—Everyone else will see."

He smiled, the hand not between my leg guiding me backward, again and again, until my back hit the dark, cool marble behind the bar.

We were still in public. There were people right behind us, dancing, and laughing, and fucking.

His fingers curved past my panties, pushing them aside, and I just didn't…care.All that mattered was feeling more.

Lucian was as much of an expert at fingering pussies as he was in almost everything. He exercised his mastery at alanguid pace, taking his time, and yet, those two fingers dancing in and out of me were slowly and surely driving me closer to the edge.

"Please!" I demanded, practically sobbing.

"Be a good girl and I'll give you what you want, love. All you have to do is come for me first. You can't take my cock until you're drenched. And I'll let you come the moment you admit that you came here to get fucked."

I'd seen his cock. He was absolutely right. It didn't change the fact that I wanted it now . Instead of letting him dictate this, I reached for his belt.

He laughed, grasping my wrist and lifting it overhead. "Oh, no. I think you've had more than enough freedom for one day. Look what you did with it. Put on the shortest dress known to man and flaunted your ass at Pan's."

I gasped. "You're punishing me?"

"I don't know." His smile did not thaw the ice in those silver eyes one tiny bit. "Did you do anything that deserves punishment, love?"

I struggled against his firm grasp. "If you're not going to fuck me, I’ll find someone who will."

"Yes, that much is clear. But can they give you what you crave? It's my cock that got you this worked up, darling. Is anyone else going to satisfy you?"

I could only glare, because he was right, the dick.

"Come for me. That's all I ask."

"Then make me ," I demanded.He was purposely not increasing the pressure or the speed. "Unless you can't," I say, switching tactics. "Maybe the great Lucian Regis has no idea how to satisfy a woman."

"Hm, maybe. One way to find out."

He knew. He was fucking spectacular at it, I could tell. If his teasing remained superficial, it was because he wanted to drive me insane as fucking payback for coming here.

"I did not come here for sex! I didn't know it'd be this intense. Silver wanted to come," I insisted. It was true.

"And you could absolutely not wear something else?"

"Maybe I wanted to feel pretty after the guy I just blew told me to not bother showing up the next day!" I snapped.

Fuck. I hadn't meant to say that, but the words were out.

Lucian leaned into me, bringing his mouth right under my ear. "Good girl," he said, lips locking around my earlobe. Then he let go of the hand locked over my head and pressed his middle finger—the one with his platinum signet ring—right against my clit.

I screamed.

The ring was warm and he moved it in circles, pressing it harder, right there.

"Isn't that better? A little honesty goes a long, long way, doesn't it?

" His fingers moved in and out of me faster, making lewd, wet noises.

"And because you were so frank, I will tell you that I decided we both needed space after you blew my fucking mind today.

Otherwise, I was going to fuck you. I was going to take you for hours, in every hole, until we're both spent. "

Gods, yes. Yes, yes, yes. I didn't realize I'd said the words out loud until I heard my own voice screaming the last one.

"It's not smart, Kleos. You're a good little Pendros, with your line of suitors, and I am the opposite of any of them.

You weren't meant for someone like me." He sounds gentle, but his eyes are anything but.

"You're bound to a lifetime of missionary with the lights off.

I will destroy your cunt, and your ass, and mark every inch of your skin. "

"Please," I whimpered.

He didn't make me beg again. Another finger joined the two, stroking me right at a spot I didn't know existed, over and over, as that ring finger still pulsed heat and magic right into my clit. I lost it, my legs turning to jelly as I soaked both of his hands.

His mouth pressed against my forehead, ever so soft."It's too late. You should have gotten one of your nice boys to scratch your itch. You just had to shake that pretty ass in my side of town, didn't you?"

I was still mostly composed of goo when hardness pressed at my entrance. And then he slid in, in one long, deep thrust, filling me more completely than I would have thought possible.

"So very tight. And yet, you're taking all of me, aren't you?" he whispered, hips sliding out, and then back inside, to the hilt.

I was, and at each move, he hit a bundle ofoverstrung nerves that screamed warnings across every inch of my body. It didn't feel like I could survive this. Surely, he was killing me. There was no other reason why my entire body would be shaking and clenching this hard.

If this was death, I welcomed it.

My walls clenched against him, gripping him tight, as I lifted my other leg, locking my feet behind his waist. Lucian.

Chest heaving, panting, moaning, and then screaming his name at the top of my voice, I lost it.

I was still aware that we were in a crowded club, right behind the bar, my best friend practically passed out nearby, and none of that mattered as much as my frantic race towards a doom I welcomed with all my soul.

"Can you come for me again, love?" he asked. "I want to feel you clench around my cock before I fill you so, so deep."

"Yes! Gods, yes!" I wanted him to come inside me. I needed it.

"Good girl. That's it." His thumb circled my too-sensitive clit gently, perhaps suspecting much more stimulation would forever send me into madness. "Now. Come for me now."

I obeyed. My body didn't even question it. I exploded around his cock, and he pushed in hard, grunting his release, warmth coating my insides.

I needed all of it . It was a necessity. If he'd tried to move, I would have tightened my legs to keep him right here.

"Fuck, the way you're milking me," he mused. "Like you want every drop."

I really did.

"I could knock you up. Is that what you want, love? A little girl with hair like yours, and a boy who looks like me?"

If anyone had asked me that question an hour ago, if anyone asked tomorrow, I'd immediately reply that I had no intention of getting pregnant anytime soon. But my pussy only clenched harder, and I had to stop myself from wailing “yes, please.”

"Pan's presence and his tricks don't affect me, but he's a fertility god, you know. The likelihood of you giving me a child is high—even with spells, and potions, and condoms if we'd bothered with one." He grinned, lips back on my neck. "Especially since I'm about to come inside you again."

And then his cock, still inside me, and already impossibly hard, was slamming my core all over again.