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Skylar

"I want to taste you."

Those words whispered out of this gorgeous man's mouth, who is positioned between my legs, nearly have me coming right then and there.

I nod, my gaze boldly locked with his. His hand is creeping up the outside of my left thigh, inching higher and higher until he gets to the apex of the slit in my dress. He traces the edge of the material down, his finger deliciously trailing my inner thigh, just where it meets my pubic area. He pinches the fabric between his fingers as he flips it over my leg and onto the table next to me. I unconsciously try to close my legs, but with Dmitri standing between them, that's impossible.

"Don't," he grunts, his hands pushing my legs further apart. His eyes are black, and he leans down and inhales deeply. He growls. A feral growl, which I find completely carnal. It seems to be his thing, my smell deepening his desire. It makes me feel special.

He steps back, taking one leg in his hands.

His hand moves along my calf, lifting my leg up as his lips kiss a trail slowly up my inner thigh, his tongue flicking out every now and then. He nips and sucks as he makes his way up my inner thigh, stopping when he gets to the apex of my thigh. He pulls me slightly forward, my ass on the edge of the table as he puts my legs over his shoulders. His breath is fanning my soaking wet pussy, his face inches from my core. His tongue drags through my core, sparks exploding and making the already sensitive area even more so. I moan as his tongue explores me and buck into him when he licks my clit before sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth. It is the most intense and intimate moment of my life.

"Dmitri," I whisper, desire building and building as he licks and sucks, his tongue fucking my vagina and bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm I fear will destroy me.

His tongue flicks my clit, and then I feel two fingers join the party, amply lubricated thanks to his skillful mouth. Slowly, he slides the digits in while sucking on my nub, the full feeling as he pumps into me, slowly at first, and then faster, making a familiar feeling coil in my lower stomach.

The sound of his zipper draws my gaze, and my eyes flare as he releases his cock, the size of which is impressive as he is. And I'm not surprised. I felt how big it was the other night. It even looks bigger when gripped in his very large hand. Thoughts of him inside me have me throwing my head back, my body arching off the table. I feel another finger joining the two already in, deliciously stretching me wider than ever before.

"Fuck Skylar, you're so fucking tight," he says huskily, my walls finally accommodating all three fingers. It's amazing. He speeds up as I push forward, his fingers knuckle-deep. His thumb strokes my clit, everything happening faster and faster as I feel my orgasm near. He must not be far behind, his ragged breathing and similarly fast pace indicating as much.

"Now, Skylar," Dmitri demands, his voice rough with need.

That order is the pin being removed from the grenade as I explode, my legs clamping shut, keeping Dmitri's hand in place as my walls pulse around his fingers. He grunts out my name as he releases sting after sting of come all over my thigh.

We remain like this for a few minutes as our breathing returns to normal.

"You're exquisite," he says, removing his hand and bringing it to his mouth as he licks my juices from his fingers. Gods alive, I burn with embarrassment, but at the same time, it's so hot. He gives me space, and I sit up, looking at his disheveled state and thinking how I must look the same. He pushes his hair back, trying to style it so that it doesn't look like his head has been between a pair of legs. My legs. Speaking of legs, both our gazes land on my thigh, Dmitri's semen once again mixing in with my scent. With the beings in attendance having such a good sense of smell, these interactions could prove tricky.

Dmitri is looking around for something to use as a cloth for my thigh.

"I'll use my gloves," I say, pulling them off before wiping myself clean. But clean does not mean scent-free. No, my whole body smells like the man. Everywhere he has kissed me, every touch and every bit of bodily fluid has left its trace. I am infused with Dmitri, but that thought is far from unappealing.

He shoves my soiled gloves into his pocket and then holds his hand out to me.

I hop off the table and rearrange my dress, brushing off any dirt.

"You look beautiful," he says, smiling as he laces his fingers through mine.

We really need to talk about what is happening between us. I'm so confused.

"Oh my god, how are we going to go out there and face everyone?"

He shrugs it off.

"Don't worry about it, Skylar. Most of the couples out there are probably doing the same thing. You're in a room full of people who allow their primal needs to take over now and then. We will just tell them we had to chat about something... and it was urgent." This easygoing attitude is so unlike him that I almost can't believe it is the same man.

He runs a hand through his hair before opening the door to the storage room.

"Ready?" he asks, as we stand in front of the door leading to the dining hall.

"Not really, but let's do this." Internally, I feel like a nervous wreck, but on the outside, I plaster on a smile and take a big breath in and out.

I don't know these people, and they don't know me, so I shouldn't feel embarrassed. Besides, we were at the rear of the hall, so not many people would have seen us. And I will never see them again, so no big deal, right? Except... Ben. Shit, I would see Ben again. Does he know what just happened? I guess it's been about twenty minutes since we left, so we can't have missed much.

We push open the door and step back into the dining hall, the door clicking shut behind us.

A few feet in front of us, we are met by two piercing gazes.

"It's you!" Raina says, shocked, pointing at me. Ally stands beside her, holding her arm, a look of uncertainty on her face.

As a result, some people have turned their attention to us. I try to pull my hand out of Dmitri's grasp, thinking it could be something to do with him and me being together. Maybe Elanor is angry? He refuses to let go, his hand intertwined with mine.

"Raina, calm down. We don't know anything for sure," Ally says, trying to calm Raina down.

"What's going on here?" Dmitri asks, his tone calm but laced with a warning.

"I felt her power, I feel it even now, and earlier when she walked into the room." She is gesturing to me.

"I felt a burst of that same energy a few minutes ago, early this morning, and again in the afternoon. It's blocked, being contained, hidden inside, but it surges now and then. I can sense it vibrating under her skin, enough for me to pick up on," Raina says to Dmitri, before ominously uttering, "she's not what you think she is, Dmitri."

Dmitri's expression must give something away, as her expression changes and her tone becomes accusatory. "You know what I'm talking about, don't you, Dmitri?"

A group has formed behind them, everyone now looking at Dmitri and me.

I'm rooted to my spot, unsure of exactly what is going on, confusion etched all over my face.

I yank my hand from Dmitri's and take a step forward.

"Listen, I don't really know what's going on here, so... I'm going to go, and you guys figure it out."

I wasn't really in the mood for whatever drama this was, and all the staring was making me uncomfortable.

"What are those?" Raina asks, taking a step forward, her finger pointing to my hands. I hold my hands up, looking at them, not sure what she is referring to.

Ah, comprehension sets in. Without the gloves, my wrists are on display, the usually covered birthmarks clearly visible. This is why I keep them covered, I think to myself, annoyance setting in. I've dealt with this my whole life, the part I can remember, being teased at school relentlessly. I don't need this now.

"Birthmarks," I state, daring her to say something horrible.

I wasn't the same girl I was before, unable to stand up for myself. I drop my hands to my sides.

"You're cursed," Raina says, her eyes moving from me to Dmitri, who is standing by silently, watching me intently.

I wonder what he is looking for in my expression.

"If having ugly birthmarks on my wrists is me being cursed, then I guess so," I say flatly, looking Raina straight in her eyes.

I take a step forward, intending to get out of this weird situation and go back to the suite. I've had about all I can take. I see Ben has pushed himself to the front, a bizarre expression on his face.

"It's true," he says loudly, his voice echoing through the hall.

In my peripheral vision, a blur shoots past me, then I hear a grunt come from Ben, who is currently being choked by Dmitri. Dmitri has a look of murder on his face.

"Explain," he says, dropping Ben to the ground as he gasps to take in air.

"We don't know who did it," he stutters out. "We think it was her parents."

He looks back at me. "I'm sorry, Sky, we should have told you."

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