dance floor. We hang out close to the front as the DJ is ushered off so the band can start their set. Gabriel hooked the school up with his friend’s band, Broken Muse. The lights go down, smoke billows across the floor, and three fucking delicious men run on stage. One makes love to a grand piano with bold, sweeping scales. A huge guy bends over a cello, stabbing at the strings with his bow like he’s a warrior on a battlefield, while an Ice King with cheekbones that could cut glass pours out his soul on his violin. A girl with a tumble of dark hair appears behind a mixing board, looping their tracks and adding atmospheric samples. The music is this insane mash-up of classical, heavy metal, and industrial. It’s wild, reaching right into my bones and jangling them about. I wish Gabe was on stage with them until his hand brushes my hip. I don’t want him to ever stop touching me.
“Claudia.” He whispers my name against my skin, letting the punishing beat drown out my secret. His body moves against mine, swaying and dipping in time with the sweeping violin. His hands roam freely over me, lighting trails of fire along my skin, and when I grind my ass back against him, I can feel his cock hard for me.
Not to be outdone, Noah sweeps in, his hands closing over Gabriel’s as his shadowed, inky scent steals the air from my lungs. I place my hands around his neck, pulling him in close. He claims my lips in a sin-laden kiss as Gabriel presses his against my neck. Their hands roam unchecked over my thighs, hitching my skirt up.
Bodies swirl around us, and I fancy I catch cruel whispers in the air. But the music pounds and thrashes in my skull, casting a spell over us that won’t allow anything else inside. Just me and Gabriel and Noah. We’re not dancing so much as fucking with our clothes on. But no teacher dares make us stop.
I’m a passenger in my skin, trapped by the magic they weave with their bodies, their scents. I’ve been on this dance floor for five minutes and I’m wet and panting for them. If one of them rolled my dress up over my hips, bent me over the edge of the stage, and entered me with a swift thrust, I wouldn’t have the power to stop him, even if I wanted to…
And if it was both of them…
I lose the tendril of my evil thought as Gabriel holds my body against his. I tip my neck back, my eyes fluttering open as Noah lays a trail of kisses over my collarbone. In the swirling colors of the room, my eyes catch Eli’s. Daphne rocks against him, but his body is stiff and his eyes lock on mine.
His blue irises cloud with emotion, and at first I think it’s hatred. But as the music crests into a haunting funereal march, I see the pain that lingers beyond, and I know Eli Hart is not capable of hate. He presses his lips together and pulls Daphne closer, but the movement sends a shudder through his body as his eyes rake over me.
I wish…
I wish I could curl a finger in the air and beckon him over. I wish the Golden Boy would fall to his knees at my feet and worship me. I wish for once he’d toss aside that rigid moral code of his and give himself over to his darker desires.
I wish he’d look at me the way he looked at Mackenzie.
It’s too painful to look at him, especially when so much delicious pleasure courses through my body. I draw my gaze back to the stage as the girl steps out from behind the mixing board and picks up a violin. The monster tosses aside his cello and picks up an electric guitar. The raven-haired beauty faces her Ice King as the pianist builds a tense harmony. Their eyes lock, their jaws tense. Their bows hover over the strings. The tension between the two of them is insane.
He strikes a note. She plays the same note back to him with flames in her eyes. He plays a series of scales and she throws them back at him, then pretends to slap him across the face with the neck as she lays down a frantic melody, daring him to keep up.
She’s the queen of the stage and I love it. And from