The Sacrifice (Seven Sins MC 1)

I guess I would just have to find out, wouldn't I?

Chapter Seven

Lenore

It was difficult to think.

I wasn't sure how people enjoyed having their music so loud that it made your ears hurt.

I figured, after walking around the house for a while, that perhaps they liked the music so loud because they didn't want to actually speak to one another.

I saw and heard very little conversation.

These people appeared to be communicating nonverbally.

Apparently, all the women needed to do was look at a man, giving him a small smile, and he knew that meant he was allowed to approach. And approach they did. Time after time after time. Even when they got rejected more than a few times.

I guess it was a game of odds, finding a mate. If you approached enough of them, surely one would want you.

Watching the men and women interact was my favorite part of the evening.

I didn't like how the men interacted with one another. It was brutish and reminiscent of how cocks would fight if our flock of hens was too small, always looking for a reason to scuffle, or simply having no reason at all other than wanting to prove themselves as the bigger and meaner of their kind.

It was base and off-putting to watch that behavior in human beings. So whenever I entered a room where that seemed to be the main event, I moved onto the next room.

The women with other women in this world seemed little better than the men with men.

Sure, there seemed to be friend groups, but the basis of them appeared shallow and easily shaken. If both women found themselves attracted to the same man, it looked like that was reason enough for them to be angry with each other.

Who wanted friendship that shallow? Especially when there was no shortage of attractive men around.

I wouldn't have thought I was any judge of such a thing, never having been exposed to many men in my life.

Apparently, though, it was something innate, encoded in me. I instinctively knew which men were attractive by the skittering sensation of my heart.

But, by my estimates, there were far more attractive men than unattractive ones, so I couldn't imagine why the attention of one of them was so important as to impact a friendship.

Perhaps in this world, though, men were more important than friendships.

My heart ached at the very idea.

Which was why I turned away from the spaces where those were the things I noticed most.

Which left me with the men and women.

And how they interacted.

Sometimes, it seemed like a sort of dance, a back and forth, a give and take.

Other times, though, it appeared immediate.

A man would approach a woman and after maybe only a couple of moments, they were locked in a kiss, hungry hands roaming over bodies.

No one had ever informed me that this was how men and women interacted, that they pawed at each other in public places. In the stories I had been told, intimacy was something for behind closed doors, between a man and a woman, with no one around to witness what they shared.

It sounded sweet.

This, though?

There was nothing sweet about these couples.

They seemed hot and hungry and unable to control their reactions to each other.

I saw hands going up shirts, down pants.

I saw a woman get pushed to her knees as a man exposed himself to her. And then she closed her mouth around him, moved her lips up and down him until the man's body tensed, and he hissed something out.

It was shocking, to say the least.

I never could have imagined that women did that to men.

Then again, Lycus had run his tongue up my sex only hours before, so I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised.

After that couple, I moved to another room, finding a different couple. The man already had the woman's top down, had his lips sucking on her breasts the way a babe might, while the woman whimpered and begged him to "fuck" her.

Then, his hands were yanking up her skirt, pulling down her "panties," as Ly had called them, then pulling out his hard length, turning her, then slamming inside.

I could feel my own muscles tense in response, a primal urge for fullness, a need that felt nearly undeniable.

"Enjoying the party?" a deep, familiar voice asked from directly behind me, breath warm on my ear, sending a jolt through my system. Surprise, sure, but I had a feeling there was something else as well. Anticipation? Maybe a little guilt at being caught watching the couple, even if they were doing nothing to keep their actions private.

"I, ah," I started, unsure what to say.

"It's okay to watch," he told me, moving in closer, his whole front against my back. "They would get a room if they wanted privacy," he added, taking a deep breath, letting out a low, growling sound, something that made the ache between my thighs even stronger.