“What if her lover led her to believe that he could turn her into something else? What if he’s a wolf or something that can turn a witch into another creature? Vampires have accomplished it, as have wolves.”
“Maybe, but she’s always hated the idea of changing into anything other than what we were born to be. So, not going to dance with me?” I changed the conversation, enjoying the heat from the alcohol that slid down my throat, warming my body deliciously. He shook his head, studying me.
“Depends, do you accept his claim?”
“No, I don’t. I am not ready to be claimed. Besides, Knox doesn’t even like me, so he doesn’t get to claim me.”
“You never played fair, either. If I remember correctly, it was how you ruled the monkey bars.”
“Hey, they were mine. No one else wanted to sit on them, they wanted to be like little monkeys and go across them. I used them to watch my sisters to make sure they weren’t being bullied.”
“Let’s dance, pretty witch,” he chuckled, taking the drink from my hand and placing the glass on the bar before he held out his hand to me. “I can’t be held responsible for what happens on the dancefloor.”
“And what would happen?” I placed my hand into his much larger one, watching him as he walked backward, pulling me onto the dance floor.
“The possibilities are endless with the way you look tonight. I always knew you’d be pretty, but you exceeded my expectations.” He slipped his arms around my back as I wrapped mine around his neck, peering into his heady gaze.
Lewis Capaldi’s Hold Me While You Wait was playing, the beat slow and yet methodical to sway to. His deep blue eyes watched me as I did the same to him. The feel of his hands on my back was pleasant, but I didn’t feel the electricity that sparked when Knox touched me. Still, it was nice, and he moved us slowly, letting his fingers skim over my back.
“You’re pretty hot, too, Dimitri, but I think you’re aware that you are.”
His mouth lowered without warning, brushing against mine softly. His kiss was searching, asking permission. I opened to it, letting him delve deeper, and he growled against my lips, bringing his hand up to the back of my neck to hold me there as the room continued moving around us. His kiss was sensual, sending a wave of heat washing through me. He didn’t end it right away, but when he did, his nose continued to touch mine. He exhaled, staring into my gaze as his hands slowly slid down my spine to the arch of my ass.
“I shouldn’t kiss you like that,” he whispered, staring into my eyes as he pulled back.
I stared up at him, unable to get words to leave my tongue as heat pooled in my apex from the seductive kiss. Dimitri’s kiss had been gentle, something I hadn’t ever felt before. Knox kissed like he was going to war against your senses. Dimitri asked permission, and then slowly took control. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as he turned me around on the dance floor. I found Knox with his mouth against his date’s ear, whispering into it as he watched me. His date turned her mouth, brushing her lips against his as a sensual smile lifted his generous mouth, igniting a fire in his eyes.
“Will you excuse me for a moment?” Dimitri asked as he frowned. I nodded, stepping back from him so he could pass by me, watching him as he moved toward Fallon, who stared at me across the room with an angry glare.
I watched him moving away from us through the crowd and lowered my lashes, watching Knox through them. His fingers skimmed over the hip of the woman beside him, touching her as if she was familiar and not a last-minute date. I mentally gave myself a shake and turned to go back to my drink.
Lore leaned against the bar the moment I stopped to pick up my glass. He didn’t speak, just stood there watching the people dance. Bringing the drink to my lips, I watched as Knox walked past where I stood. Smiling, he settled beside me with his date, which stood in front of him, leaning back against him as her hands slipped around his muscular thighs.
Downing my drink, I turned around, brushing against his shoulder to get the bartender’s attention. It sent shocks racing through my system, and I swallowed hard. I could smell the scent he oozed, and it wrapped around me, enveloping me with need. From the corner of my eye, I could see his date rubbing her ass against him in a pathetic attempt to get his attention. His hands moved to hold her hips, assisting her as she ground against him, moaning loudly.
Once my glass was refilled, I downed it in one drink and set it on the bar, heading out onto the dance floor where my sisters were dancing.
“We need a better song,” I announced as they turned.
“Yeah? You planning on actually dancing? Or do you intend to drink them out of scotch tonight?” Kinvara asked, smirking as she watched me narrowing my eyes on her pointedly.
“I am planning to dance, make sure it is sexy and sensual. This slow shit is for the couples, and we don’t need it. Let’s liven it up, shall we?”
“Pussy Liquor work for you?”
“Fuck, yes. Let’s show them how witches do things.”
“On it.” Kinvara didn’t sit around. She booked it to the booth where the DJ stood watching the party with a bored look on his face.
I stood there among the couples, awkwardly alone, turning to look at where Knox watched me with Lore at his side with a heated glare. Knox wanted me to see his date grinding against him, hoping it would piss me off. He’d wanted me to be jealous, and maybe I was a little, but I was about to remind him who the fuck I was and how much better I looked alone. He could keep his whore, and I’d stay by myself because I wasn’t afraid of being on my own.
Chapter 41
The music started, and I smirked as Kinvara, and the others stepped closer while the couples cleared off the dance floor. It wasn’t our song, though; it was Pop Evil’s Be Legendary. It was, however, an excellent warm-up song. My body swayed to the song, moving with my sisters as we found the beat and danced to it as if no one else watched. It fit us. In fact, it fit perfectly since we were here to learn how to take the places of our parents or those who had ruled the covenant before us. We were here to be a part of it and voice our opinions on how to make the covenant more efficient.
Kinvara and Callista were laughing while the crowd watched us, moving as the song ended. She screamed over the music, and I reached up, letting my hair down to stop the ache the pins had caused in my head. It was perfectly timed as Rob Zombie’s Pussy Liquor started. Howls erupted in the crowd as men hollered and howled loudly, knowing that we were about to give them a show.
Witches were notorious at parties for letting loose. It didn’t matter who watched; it wasn’t for them. It was a sensual thing we did, swaying to the music that drove us. My body swayed slowly, turning and twisting seductively to the beat. I felt sexy; I felt compelled by a deeper need by the music’s sexy beat. I was a woman, sexual, and fierce.
My sexuality showed in every sway of my hips and every move I made as I gave in to the music and closed out the world. Men watched us as we all moved, dancing as our hands lifted, and our asses lowered slowly to the floor. My hands pushed through my hair as I slowly twisted back up, moving them into the air before I let them drop to my side as sweat beaded on my brow.
My eyes slid open, locking with Knox’s possessive stare, I noticed the mere slits that followed every sway my hips took. He was tracking me, watching every subtle move I made as I rocked my curves, holding his gaze. My hands lifted above my head, exposing more cleavage with the V-line, and then dropped them down to run over my thighs, exposing them with the movement. I brushed my fingers over his name on my thigh before slowly twisting back up.