She was no longer frigid. She was fully participating.
I bent to bite her nipples. To suck. To claim.
My thumb found her clit, pressing cruelly as my lips tracked quick and questing back to her mouth, finding her panting and delirious.
I kissed her brutally hard as I drove two fingers deep into her.
She cried out into my mouth. Opening wide for my tongue, she focused on my touch, allowing me to do whatever the hell I wanted.
She tried to climb me, coil around me like a snake, unashamedly using me for her own pleasure.
I fucking loved it.
I loved the feeling of having such a willing, demanding woman. A goddess who knew exactly what she wanted and wouldn’t waste time playing coy or bashful. She wanted to come. I smelled it on my fingers. I tasted it on my tongue. She wanted to come around my cock just as much as I wanted to come inside her.
Her fingers latched on to my belt, yanking at the strap and fumbling with the buckle. She got it undone.
I grunted.
She gasped.
My fingers thrust harder into her wet body in encouragement. My hips were possessed, arching and rolling, phantom fucking her even while apart.
“Ah, shit, Sinclair!”
The shout came from outside our drowning, damning world.
A whistle came after, piercing and sharp.
Ripping my mouth from Eleanor’s, I struggled to focus my gaze over my shoulder.
Calvin.
He stood with his hands spread as if he couldn’t explain my actions. His mouth set into a steely line. His face black with annoyance.
“Fuck off.” I snarled, my entire body quaking as Eleanor unzipped me and her small hand inched into my trousers.
I wanted to know what it would feel like to have her fist me. To have her touch me, hold me, suck me, fuck me.
“Markus is in the next room.” Cal crossed his arms as my eyes went cross-eyed. “He’s under the impression his goddess is ready for him.”
Everything screeched to a halt.
I snatched Jinx’s wrist, stopping her from grabbing my aching, excruciating erection.
If she touched me, I was done.
It would be impossible to stop.
She mewled and whimpered, trying to plaster herself against me, to use me for friction, licking her lips for more.
It took everything I had, but through some magical power of restraint, I stumbled backward, away from her, too far for her to follow thanks to the harness and wire trapping her.
Every molecule inside howled to return to her. To get as naked as her and hoist her into my arms. To slide home. To fuck guests and obligations. To ignore responsibilities and contracts. But with fresh air and a disapproving manservant, the small droplet of elixir I’d ingested lost its tenacious pull. Its claws weren’t as sharp. Its need not as influential.
I inhaled a shuddery breath.
I rearranged the pounding pain of my cock.
I raked a trembly hand through my hair as I turned and faced Calvin.
He scowled. “I know you’ve got a thing for that one but, mate…have some fucking respect.”
I pointed a finger in his face, my anger on a furious ledge. “Stop before you say something stupid.”
“How about you stop before you—”
“I stopped, didn’t I?” I smoothed my blazer, buckling my belt with as much decorum as I could.
“Another two seconds you would’ve been balls deep in that girl.” He looked behind me, seeing her naked for the second time since she’d arrived. I followed his stare, shocked at the change in her.
In a way, elixir stripped humanity and left just an animal behind. She didn’t have a tail or pointy ears or soft fur but from the sinuous way she moved, the way she bared her teeth, and the explicit roll of her hips, she was a creature in heat.
Nothing more.
Yet another reminder that humans were no more special than a dog or bird or dolphin. When it came to mating, we were all unhinged.
“Sully…God…please.” Her words slurred and thick with hunger. Her tongue struggling to talk when all it wanted to do was taste and lick.
“Leave, Sinclair. I’ll load the program.” Calvin pulled out his phone, logging into the extensive system I’d paid intelligent nerds to create from a concept I’d dreamed about.
A crazy, consuming dream that was the nucleus of how Euphoria had been born.
I held up my hand. “I’ll do it.”
“You sure?”
I gave him the finger and fished my phone from my pocket. It took a moment to log in, pull up the code I’d programmed this afternoon from Markus Grammer’s dossier, and hover my thumb over the load button.
I looked up, drinking in the sight of Eleanor, disgraced and trapped, starving for something that I wouldn’t be the one to give her.
Markus would.
He’d feed her his cock.
He’d drink down her cries of ecstasy.
Christ.
Could I do it?
Even now, this close to time, I didn’t know if I could go through with it.