But then his tongue slides between my parted lips, teasing me, and hot need such as I’ve never felt before comes crashing through me. Aron is…a really good kisser. I mean, he’s a god, so of course he should be, but I’m still taken by surprise. His arrogance bleeds through the caress of his mouth on mine, and what starts out as simply a press of lips becomes a conquest. Within moments, he’s slicking his mouth over mine, as if he’s hungry and I’m the only thing he wants. Over and over, he kisses me so deeply until I’m lost to everything around us. My body is humming with need and when he pulls his mouth from mine, not only do I lose the taste of him but I lose that delicious electric tingle between us.
I whimper a protest.
“Faith,” Aron murmurs, cupping my jaw. He studies me, my swollen lips and heaving chest, and plants a hand firmly over one of my breasts, cupping it and teasing the hard nipple with his thumb. As he does, he casts a defiant look over at Lord Secuban. “Do not tell me what a god hungers for, mortal. You know nothing at all.”
I cling to Aron, doing my best not to squirm on his lap. It seems that Lord Secuban isn’t the only one that knows nothing at all, because I’m totally stunned at the kiss, and at the possessive hand that still teases my nipple, driving me mad with aching hunger. If he just wanted to show them I was his slave girl, his concubine, all he had to do was smack my ass and tell me to sit on the floor, and I’d have done it.
That was not a pretend kiss.
That was not a pretend anything.
50
Breathless, I do my best not to stare at him as people settle into their seats and music begins. The feast starts around us, women carrying dishes to the table and pouring wine. Someone discreetly sets a small table next to Aron’s throne and sets two cups of wine out. Minutes pass, and Aron simply watches the crowd, not saying a thing. I have no idea what’s going through the god’s head, but there’s very little going through mine. I’m too stuck on the memory of his mouth on mine, the feel of his tongue as he conquered my mouth.
The hand on my breast that still teases my nipple through my clothing, as if I’m just his plaything.
“A plate, my lord? My lady?” a girl asks, stepping forward, her eyes shining and eager to please.
My stomach growls, and I look at the feast table. It’s practically dripping with delicious things and the people here seem to have forgotten all about Aron and their leader and are settling in to feast. I’m hungry, and I nod at her.
“I should eat,” I murmur to Aron, and try to stand up.
He immediately pulls me back down into his lap, my butt pressing back against him. His hand slips into the deep vee of my dress and then he’s teasing my nipple with callused fingers against my bare skin, and I nearly orgasm. “You’re staying here,” he murmurs, and nips at my ear.
Oh fuck. I squeeze my eyes shut, wondering if it’s rude to climax in front of strangers. A chilling thought hits me, and I lean back against him, resting my head on his shoulder so I can lean in and whisper. “Aron, is there another Aspect nearby? Hedonism?”
That would explain all of this.
He gives my nipple a light, teasing pinch, and I bite back another whimper. “No,” he murmurs, low enough for just me to hear, and he says nothing more.
But he doesn’t take his hands off me either.
Oh god, I don’t know what to think. I’m practically writhing in his lap by the time the girl returns with food, so aroused I can hardly stand it. In Tadekha’s citadel, he touched me because I was affected by her nearness, and he was, too. If there’s no Hedonism Aspect nearby, what’s behind this? A sudden image of Bad Aron fucking Yulenna against the tree flashes through my mind.
Gods have needs just like anyone else. And as I shift my weight on his lap, I can feel the hard, erect length of him pressing against my backside.
He’s not immune to all of this. Not by a long shot. I want to turn around and look at him, to ask him what he’s feeling, but the music swells and then