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Dove POV

Varian lifts his hand, brushing his knuckle down the side of my neck. I shudder at the contact, letting out a gasping breath.

"You're very responsive," he whispers, his words only for my ears despite his touching being for all to see.

His fingers trace down my throat, over the sharp slopes of my collarbones and to the slight dip in my bodice. My stomach tightens as he brushes his palm against my breast, squeezing gently.

A shiver of pleasure licks up my spine at the contact, even through my dress. I want his hands everywhere, my skin heating with need.

This is so wrong. People are staring, whispering, smiling. For them this is normal, but I've never done something so brazen.

And Matthias...he would quite possibly kill me for this.

Any thought of him melts as Varian's softmouth kiss below my ear. Once. Twice.

My breaths are staggered and uneven, my legs weakening. Varian's grip on me is tight, keeping me standing as his hand travels down my front, pausing against my stomach.

"How many have you taken to your bed?" He asks in my ear, his tone matter of fact. He's testing to see if I'm really ready for this, or if I'm fool stumbling into something far bigger than me.

"A few have touched me..." I assure him.

"How many have been inside you?" He kisses down my neck, which I angle to give him more access.

"Just one."

Your enemy, no less.

This is where he rejects me. This is where he tells me this world isn't for me, that I won't be able to handle never seeing him again after this.

But I am. I don't care that people are watching — I like that. I don't care that he's an Alpha, that he's my previous lovers enemy. I want him to touch me because he's beautiful and seductive and because this is fun.

"You're free to indulge in as much pleasure as you can. There is no shame in that," he asserts, slowly pulling the skirt of my dress up.

I thought I was regretful for the fluffy skirt and ruffled layers before. Now I'm tempted to rip them off my body.

He raises my skirt high enough to slip his hand beneath, but not reveal much skin to our onlookers. All while his breath drifts against my neck like a beautiful torture and his mouth occasionally brushes beneath my ear.

"What is it, Dove?" He pauses, his hand on my thigh where Claude's was barely an hour ago.

I find the man still rooted in this spot across the room. A woman leans against him, drawing her tongue up the side of his neck before she whispers somethingin his ear. His eyes are locked on mine, displaying a seething violence waring with lust.

"What are you going to do next?" I ask breathlessly.

"What would you like me to do next?"

His voice makes my stomach flutter. It's so deep and dark and it runs along my skin like smooth hands, effective in urging on my excitement.

"I...uh..."

I don't know what to say, I just know I want everything. I'm unsure if I've ever wanted someone to touch me as bad as I do right now, my entire body wrought with anxious desire. Even when Matthias first seduced me I'm not sure I felt like this.

"You don't need to fear the eyes of these people. Within these walls, you receive no judgement," he assures me gently, his fingers curving up my thigh. "However, say the word if—"I grab his forearm before he can pull it away, trying not to think about how expensive the fabric of his shirt is.

"No. Touch me."

His mouth curves into a smile against my neck as his fingers trace upward in sweeping strokes, slow and methodical as we sway ever so slightly to the music.

They suddenly brush up against the centre of me, fingertips pressing against my clit in a move that has me gasping.

"Right there?" His voice is husky with a hint of satisfied amusement.

My head bows forward as he circles my clit with maddening precision.

"Yes, right there," I breathe, my hand still gripping his arm, not wanting him to move an inch as pleasure surges through me with every torturous touch he gives me.

The world around me slowly disappears. All I can concentrate on is Varian and his expert fingers.The way he circles my clit is maddening. He keeps a slow and unhurried rhythm, teasing me, unbothered by those who watch on. He continues to gently bite and kiss at my neck, the sensations dizzying, almost too much to handle.

"I love these moans," he praises lowly. "Let your body tell me exactly what you want from me."

My body wants to drag him to bed. It wants to shamelessly sink to its knees in front of him...I'm willing to do anything for more pleasure right now — I might even give up every secret I've ever kept were he to ask.

His fingers shift suddenly before he plunges two into me.

My gasp melts into a breathless moan at the fullness, at the depth they reach inside of me. I can only clutch the fabric of his shirt and hope it doesn't shred.

"That feels...so good," I choke out. I can feel him everywhere, all over me. It overwhelms my senses in the best way possible, turning me into an addict for something I may never get again.

"Fuck Dove." He curses against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I am. "You're soaked for me."

My head falls back onto his shoulder as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow, hard pace. My world feels like it's being cleaved apart, revealing a part of me I never dared explore.

"Varian...don't stop," I plead, eliciting the softest groan from him.

His arm banded around me tightens, every thrust of his fingers deep into me weakening my hold on reality.

It almost feels too good. I'm lost in his arms, unable to ground myself in anything other than the pleasure he is giving me.

"I'm not stopping until you cum on my fingers," he growls softly. "Show Claude who you now belong to now."Suddenly the world materialises before me again. Some people watch, others dance and many sip their wine and mind their own business. This is so normal to them, while my world is being altered right before them.

Claude watches on, his jaw tight and eyes hungry. He's getting pleasure out of watching me too.

Varian's fingers suddenly curl and twist slightly inside of me, hitting a deep spot that nearly has me crumpling from the pleasure.

"How..." I moan, my falling in front of my face as my head bows forward. "How do you know how to do...that, oh fuck."

I've never felt this before — not even from Matthias.

"This is nothing, Dove. Nothing at all," he murmurs into my ear, each word punctuated with a deep thrust of his fingers. "It hardly compares to what else I could do to you."

I can't even think about that. There'sno more space in my brain for anything beside the overwhelming crash that is seconds away from crushing me.

"I'm gonna..." I squeeze my eyes closed, helpless to the sensation as my climax draws near.

"Cum for me," he commands darkly.

As if my body has been awaiting his permission, I tumble down into a spiral of pleasure, my orgasm almost suffocating me. Varian's hand presses against my mouth, smothering my moans and utterings of his name as he pumps his fingers into me, drawing out the feeling.

The moment I come down from my climax, Varian withdraws his fingers, righting my dress as I slump back against him.

"That was..." No words come to mind. None will ever be good enough.

The blood thumping in my ears quiets, the music vibrating through me. Claude has vanished and people continue on as if nothing has happened.Varian brushes my hair off my damp neck. "Let me take you to my room to decompress-"

"No." I press away from him as the cold sharpness of reality chases off the last moments of bliss. "No, I can't."

I turn to face him, my legs wary. He looks over me, wariness seizing his expression.

"I'm not going to do anything to you. Just let me get you some water and allow you to rest. No one is allowed in my personal quarters so you'll have space and some quiet. Would you like that?" He offers softly.

I look around, needing to be away from the dense atmosphere and overstimulating music and colours after coming down from such an incredible orgasm.

I face the Alpha, nodding. "Yes please."