Mated to the Moon (Portal City Protectors Book 6), Georgette Clair [best classic books to read .TXT] 📗

partner, her head thrown back with her nails digging into his chest as he kept them spinning around and around, his body straight out and nearly parallel to the stage floor.

They were all dressed, but the suggestion in their movements couldn’t be denied.

“Welcome to the show,” Adonis whispered in her ear just before he found the split in her skirt.

Chapter Nineteen

“Adonis.”

“Shhh, pequeña.”

His searching hand split the pleat in the front of her garment easily, and she turned to look at her mate.

“Eyes on the stage, baby. You wouldn’t want all their hard work to be for nothing.”

“Adonis, we’re in front of people.”

“And they can’t see us up here. Enjoy yourself.”

Not that he gave her a chance to change her mind. His fingertips sent sparks of fire to her clit. He’d run his hand through the passion mix on her flesh and began spreading it over her pussy in lazy back-and-forth motions.

“The powder,” she groaned.

“I know.”

Fabiana bit her lip to keep from crying out when she burned hotter. Adonis made her wet with need all alone, but with the powder now part of the equation, he had an unfair advantage. She squirmed, trying to relieve the ache growing between her legs, but her mate continued to fan it.

The couples on stage moved to the music, sliding from one position to another, mouths wide with silent cries. Fabiana had never seen something so erotic and sensual. This wasn’t an exhibition act. It was a display of beautiful movements and exemplary control as the dancers swung over the stage.

And Adonis played between her legs, creating magic in his own show.

She moaned, spreading her limbs wider in an unspoken request for him to give her more.

“There you go, pequeña. Feel it.”

Rough fingertips dipped into the wetness of her core before spreading it over her lips and clit. And he did it again and again. Fabiana rocked against his hand. She needed him deeper, more pressure to his touch, but he kept teasing her and building the need.

“Sit back and slide your hips forward.”

She did as ordered, needing more. The position opened her garment and exposed her pussy, but she didn’t care. She needed Adonis to fuck her with his fingers.

“You are so beautiful when you’re on display for me like that. Look how flush that pussy is, how much it wants to swallow my fingers. Do you want them, pequeña? Do you need them so deep inside that you’ll feel them tomorrow?”

Fabiana tossed her head back, eyes sliding closed. “Yes.”

He pulled his hand away. “Eyes on the stage or you get nothing.”

With a groan, she forced her gaze back to the moving dancers. More were on the stage now, a pair on the ground with the man moving between his partners legs as she lay on her back.

Adonis switched hands, reaching for Fabiana with his left arm so he could turn toward her. Sinking one finger inside her heat, he let it rest there as he nuzzled at the cloth covering her breasts.

“I wonder how these will taste now,” he mused.

He moved the fabric with his teeth, and her breasts spilled out into the warm air, her nipples already hard and aching.

“Tell me, pequeña.”

“Suck them.”

Fabiana felt his smile against her skin before he pulled one into his mouth. She keened, digging her nails into the couch beneath her. The warm, buttery-smooth material ripped but she couldn’t pause enough to care.

Adonis worked her, first laving one nipple and then the next before he nipped them. His finger swirled inside her, pressing against the walls of her pussy. She moaned, trying as best she could to watch the show and keep him from stopping again.

“Let’s try another finger, shall we?”

Goddess yes.

He slid in another and curled them. Her hips rocked harder against his hands, fucking the long digits and spreading her juices as she dripped with need.

“Adonis,” she moaned.

“Do you need me, mate?”

“Yes.”

He pressed a third finger into her pussy, biting on her nipple at the same time. Fabiana jerked at the sensation and arched her back.

“How much?”

“Fuck me.”

“Right here? With all these people?”

“Adonis, if you don’t get your cock inside me right now–”

“What will you do, pequeña? What can you do?”

He withdrew his fingers and put them to his mouth, her essence gleaming in the subtle lighting as he licked every drop of it away.

“What will you do?”

Fabiana leapt at him and clawing at the material guarding what she needed most in that moment. Exposing his cock and taking it in her hands, she purred when she felt the heat radiating from his swollen flesh.

“Turn around and grab the edge of the viewing box.”

She ignored him.

He gripped her arms and placed them at her sides, stopping her from reaching for him. “I won’t ask again.”

She turned and placed her hands shoulder-width apart on the rim in front of her.

“Good girl.”

Still seated on the couch, Adonis adjusted her position, bending her forward with her legs open wide. Then he gripped her hips and pulled her back toward him. From this angle, Fabiana had to let him take her weight off her feet. When he finally allowed her to sit, his length slid deep inside her heat.

Fabiana’s eyes rolled back and she let out a low moan. “Oooooh.”

“Mierda.”

Adonis gripped her thighs, forcing them wider as he used them to move her up and down his shaft in rhythm with the music around them. He took his time, easily maneuvering her quivering form any which way he pleased.

Fabiana held on for dear life, letting her mate fuck her from behind while many of their pack sat in front of them on the floor. Their box was elevated and no one could