Both Ezra and I made gurgling sounds in our throats.
Elder Merrick stated, “You two know we live very long lives. Mysticals enjoying the same sex shouldn’t be a surprise to you.”
Again, we gurgled.
They were our dads. Antonio had sure as fuck never given any indication he was possibly only into men, and I was guessing by Ezra’s shock that Elder Zeller hadn’t mentioned his bisexuality. We were both being told by watching them grind against each other.
What a way to fucking tell us.
Finally, comprehension dawned, and I whispered, “He tricked me.”
Elder Merrick chuckled, patting my shoulder. “Yes, he did.” He left Ezra and me alone.
My nostrils flared, and I glanced at Ezra, whose jaw was still gaping. “Would you like to dance?” Antonio was sure as fuck not going to pick my partner after duping me. Though I was pretty sure he would have picked Ezra anyway.
Ezra’s jaw moved up and down, still staring at them.
Growling quietly, I moved in front of him, trying to grab his attention. “King Zeller, would you care to dance?” And yes, I would have much preferred to dance with him over anyone else.
His eyes darted down to me, started to lift back to our dads, but then slammed back to me. He went predatory still as his green eyes instantly hooded while they roved my body. Long moments passed in silence as he looked his fill, then in a voice deeper than normal he ordered, “Tell me you just asked me to dance, Queen Ruckler.” His eyes hadn’t even lifted to mine yet, still slowly painting my flesh with his heating gaze. “If you didn’t, you don’t have a choice. You are going to dance with me.”
My eyebrows rose, and I placed my hands on my hips…maybe pushing my chest out a little, finding myself enjoying his appreciative gaze. “I didn’t realize you were making my choices for me.” I glanced to the left, pointing vaguely. “Perhaps, I’ll dance with—”
“No, you won’t,” he whispered on a mere breath, bending directly to my level and staring me in the eyes. “Not in that outfit. Not tonight.” His Vampire growled softly, the barest noise, but it was enough to make me shiver at his dominance, the pure fortitude in his gaze, his imposing presence. “No, in that outfit, tonight, you’ll be dancing only with me.”
Nostrils flaring as I breathed in heavily, scenting him, I managed a decent scowl. “I actually did ask you first, so I’ll dance with you.”
Ezra’s lips lifted into the ultimate of confident smiles. “You would have anyway.”
No words. I had no words as I followed him into the dancing fray. And I did follow him.
I followed until my body was pressed against his, the silk of his black shirt gliding across my flesh. I pressed harder, his heat making me tremble. The waist-high slit of my black satin skirt allowed our legs to intertwine, his warmed thigh muscle pressing between my legs, his other thigh like protection against my leg that was bared. Breath hitching, I swallowed hard, tilting my head back to stare into his gaze that fanned the flame inside me just as much as his body did.
And we began to move.
It felt like coming home.
Ezra and I were uncannily in sync as the carnal melody directed our movements, instructed us to feel one another. Our bodies slid against one another as if they had known each other forever, a natural, soul-churning extension of the other. Biting the side of my bottom lip, I dared touch him with my hands, unable to stop the action, wanting, needing to feel him. Placing them hesitantly on his hard stomach, I watched as I ran them up his abdomen, over his ribs, up the strong curves of his pecs, feeling his muscles quiver and tighten from the strokes until I rested them against the curve of his nape. Breathing hard once, I held tight and peered up into his eyes, shivering as his hands landed on my hips, his fingers spreading wide to encompass more of me, his eyes taking the rest.
And we danced.
Free to touch each other under the moon and stars, firelight slipping over us. Allured by our passions and unhindered by our society to do as we wished.
We danced.
Chapter Thirteen
My soul actually felt…warm.