Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,48

to him and helping him button his shirt. He beams approvingly at this gesture.

“Apparently Rizban has been attending a private, high-stakes Djumba game here at the casino. My contact says he spends just about every night there. We’re going to find a way into that Djumba game.”

“And how are we going to do that?”

Turan’s grin grows even wider. “We’re going to go out onto the casino floor and splash around a ton of money. Especially at the Djumba tables. Doesn’t matter if we lose. Hell, it’s better if we lose. We want to seem like a couple of idiots with credits to part with. The Dajorkan mob group who runs the casino organizes the private game, so if they see a couple of highrollers bleeding credits, they’ll be sure to extend us an invite.”

“The Dajorkan mob group… That’s the Red Star Boys, right?” I ask, remembering.

Turan nods

“And the Butarza Family used to be allies with them?”

He nods again, looking angry. “We’ll deal with them another time. Right now, I’m only here for Rizban.”

“Aren’t you worried that one of the Dajorkans will recognize you? Wouldn’t that give the whole thing away?”

He smiles. “They won’t recognize me. I’ve never dealt with the Red Star Boys directly. And besides, none of the other mob groups have seen me since I got out of prison and grew this sexy beard.”

I laugh, running my fingers through it. “I guess we are all set, then. What should I wear?”

“This,” he says, grabbing a package from under the bed. “I picked it up yesterday. I figured this one was your size, but I got three others just in case.”

I open the package and out spills a stunning dress made out of some kind of shimmery material that appears different colors depending on the angle of the light.

“This is beautiful,” I say, weighing it in my hands. “I can’t believe how light it is. It feels like it weighs nothing.”

“The material is Dajorkan,” says Turan. “Only the best for my vulta.”

I slip on the dress, and it fits me perfectly, hugging my curves with just the right amount of tightness. I also can’t help but notice that it’s very low-cut, and the hem ends considerably above my knee.

“You look fucking sexy,” says my mate, devouring me with his eyes. “Let’s get out of here before I tear that thing off you and have my way with you again.”

Turan

It’s a rush heading out into the casino with Kora, knowing she has my cum coating the inside of her panties. I imagine she can feel it clinging to her, reminding her who she belongs to, whose mark she has on her neck. I can’t help but be physically possessive with her now that we’re out in public, putting my arm around her, holding her waist, even groping her butt when the mood strikes me. I don’t mind that I’m drawing attention to myself. That’s the point. I want us noticed.

First we sit down at the slot machines and burn through a cool 3,000 credits each. Neither of us wins much, but who cares. We have fun, exaggerating our reactions to every win and shrugging when we lose. Before long, we have servers coming up and offering us drinks. They sure know how to encourage more gambling.

We allow the casino to buy us whiskeys, but I make eye contact with Kora, silently communicating that neither of us is to drink. She gives me a subtle nod, understanding, and even manages to subtly pour both our glasses into a nearby garbage can, prompting the casino to buy us seconds when they realize that we’re empty.

Now pretending to be on our second drink, we head over to the Djumba tables and take an open spot. Kora doesn’t know how to play Djumba, so she sits behind me and plays the role of my cheerleader.

“Go all in,” she encourages me on the first hand, causing me to laugh. She’s playing her role a little too well.

I play the first hand more or less straight, and actually win without even meaning to. Kora cheers and gives me a big, sexy kiss that leaves the people around us uncomfortable and me fighting a boner. Oh, how I enjoy this woman. On the second hand, I decide to call every bet no matter what, and lose spectacularly. By the fifth hand, I’m all out of chips.

“Be a dear and get me some more Djumba chips, will you?” I say to Kora as I bust out. “I don’t