Dance Of Thieves Novels & Stories

I want to disappear, to hide, but there’s no escape. “As you know,” Dante says, his voice smooth, “this is a combination lap dancing and strip club. The dancers are paid a set hourly f*e, plus they keep any tips. They choose when and how they work. If they don’t want to strip, they can just pole dance in outfits.” He plops me down in a chair before I can protest, and my eyes scan the room, desperate for any way out of this. I feel exposed under all the stares, and the pressure of Dante’s presence makes it worse. My breath quickens as I watch him wave someone over.

"Tonight, you follow me. Let the world see how well you move under my hand. Let them see us." They spun across the floor, a blur of midnight blue and silver. Thalynn found himself closing his eyes, letting the music and Lucian’s scent take over. In the rhythm of the dance, the Bully President disappeared. There was only the heat of Lucian’s palm, the steady beat of his heart against Thalynn’s chest, and the terrifying, beautiful sense of being entirely known. "They're all watching us," Thalynn whispered, his breath hitching as Lucian dipped him slightly, a move that was traditionally reserved for a partner of a lower caste.

The stage was a circle of black glass lit from beneath, turning every drop of sweat into liquid ruby. Victor had kept her blindfolded in the wings until the house lights died. When the silk fell away, the troupe was already moving. Twelve bodies, naked except for intricate harnesses of thin gold chain that caught the strobes like lightning frozen mid-flash. The choreography was viciously beautiful: lifts that ended with teeth on throats, spins that left welts across ribs, leaps that landed in deliberate, grinding straddles. The audience moaned in unison when a male dancer pinned a woman to the glass and fucked her slowly while the others danced around them, palms skimming but never quite tou

Perhaps the warm, smoky alcohol I have consumed is giving me false confidence, but I do not think that Blake is as smart as he thinks he is. I place my hand in his. A slow smile spreads across his face as his fingers curl around mine. He leads me to the dancefloor. He raises our joined hands, and places his other on my waist. “Do you know the Dance of the Dawn?” he asks. “Of course.” “This music follows the same rhythm.” He pulls me closer, and I place a hand on his shoulder. “You wish to perform a Southlands dance in a hall full of northerners?” “We are both Southlanders, are we not?”

he said with a grin. Abeni laughed, her cheeks flushing with a blend of embarrassment and delight. She rose to her feet, letting Dmitry lead her into a slow waltz. The wooden floor of the balcony creaked beneath their feet as they moved in perfect harmony, the warm breeze ruffling their hair. The stars above seemed to spin along with them, and for a moment, Abeni forgot about everything else. She forgot about home, about the miles that still separated them from their new life together. She forgot about the weight of her past, about the pain she had endured. All that mattered was this man, this moment, this dance.

Revenge for killing my mate, and revenge for the power that should have never gone to her. I looked out of the cabin I was staying in and looked out at the forest. Birds chirped in the distance as the sun began to fall for the day. I took a sip of my tea before a smile spread on my face. Shortly after, a roar unlike I’d heard before echoed in the forest. Excitement filled my belly. It was officially time for the Queen to fall and a King to now control. THE END. THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE.

Bass throbbed so deep it vibrated in my ribs. The main platform was raised just enough that every table had a clear view. Women danced there—some in nothing but glittering body chains, others in scraps of lace that barely qualified as clothing. One girl with dark skin and silver hair was on all fours, back arched, hips rolling slow and obscene while another poured a thin stream of liquor down her spine so it pooled in the dip of her lower back before dripping lower. The crowd cheered when the second dancer leaned down and licked it off her skin, tongue tracing the curve of her ass without hesitation. No one pretended to look away. Hands wandered freely under tables; moans mixed with laughter

My pussy's getting wet just watching, my clit starting to throb. Thalía and Jovana whooped, pulling out their phones to film the flash lights making the guys' skin shine more. Drystan joined Kaelan, both dancing close to me on the couch, their bodies moving in sync with the heavy beat of the music, sweat already glistening on their skin under the strobe lights. Drystan turned his back to me first, grinding his ass against my lap slowly, his costume pants tight over the firm cheeks, the material stretching as he flexed, the heat from his body seeping through to my thighs.

Thane says, “She was spotted by one of my spies a few days ago; she should have been back now; if she is not, then she is most likely dead.” “After what she did to the rest of the elders, they would hate her to death, but they were aware that she betrayed them, right?” “Nyaos knows that.” We sat in silence, overlooking the crowd of people. Finally I was in the ‘party’ mood; just then the music slowed down, partners paired up, staring at each other with affectionate eyes. “Would you like a dance with me?” Thane offered. “Of course, I thought you would never ask. But I must warn you, I am not a very good dancer.”

Everyone's eyes were on us, shining with happiness and excitement for the new addition to our family. Niklaus held me tight, his arms a comforting embrace, his warmth and love enveloping me like a shield. That's when I noticed Kie, Abatrose, and David, all wearing highly decorated, beaded loincloths, their bare chests, and bodies well-oiled and glistening from the light of the huge bonfire, as they joined the dance! My eyes grew wide, my breath caught in my throat, as I watched them move with grace and strength, their bodies mesmerizing in the firelight, their muscles rippling like the waves of the ocean. The sight took my breath away, filling me with awe and admiration for my mates, their b