From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 The Forbidden Heat

Chapter 172 The Forbidden Heat

ELOISE.

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A hint of a smile touches his lips. In this light, the shadows curve his cheekbones deeper into his handsome face, and his eyes are impossibly black. They gleam with predatory heat, and I can’t help but feel like I’m a lamb being led to meet an unavoidable fate.

Seductive music throbs around me, tingling against my skin as we make our way down a long hallway toward the back of the club. The deeper we go, the more I feel like I am being pulled into a heady new world.

I can’t explain it, but I feel my walls begin to drop with every beat of the music. With every throb of the bass. I feel the fever building inside me and awakening something new and exciting.

We follow Sultry through the shadows toward the rear of the club where the Secret rooms are located. Each room is accessed through a glossy red door that leads into the small but comfortable viewing area. It’s dark in here, the only light being a small lantern on the table.

In front of us is a window of dark glass. Music filters in through speakers on the walls and in the ceiling, erotic and throbbing with sensual melodies and beats.

Sultry guides us to the small table and runs through the drinks ordering process, which is accessible through a button on the table.

She looks at the iPad in her hand. “I see you’ve selected a couple for your viewing pleasure.”

I have no idea what she’s talking about. But Damon nods, so I assume he arranged something earlier.

“Excellent choice,” she says, like he’s just ordered some chef special off the menu. “Can I get you some drinks before the show starts?”

“Yes, I’ll have Jameson. Bring me the bottle. And.?” He looks at me.

“Champagne,” I say. “Please.”

“A bottle of Le Fleur De Tit.” The name rolls off his tongue effortlessly.

Sultry smiles. “I’ll bring those right over.”

When she disappears, I lean forward. “What exactly is happening?”

“We’re in a peep room,” he explains casually.

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“I know, but what happens in a peep room? Will someone dance for us?”

“Among other things,” he says cryptically.

“Like?”

“Whatever turns you on.”

My eyes widen. “You mean, like sex?”

He smiles wickedly. “I like that sex was the first place your mind went.”

His lack of denial ignites panic in me.

I stand. “I’m not having sex with a stranger.”

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Damon is unfazed by my explosive reaction and remains casually seated in his chair, his arm slung across the back of the one beside him. “Relax, tonight is about watching.”

“Watching what?” My eyes widen as I realize the purpose of this room. This club. “You mean people have sex, and we can watch?”

“Yes.”

I feel way out of my depth. “People really do that?”

“Are you asking if people like to watch, or if people like being watched as they fuck?”

The way he says fuck–it’s like he is fucking the word with his own tongue, and it sends a bolt of excitement running up my spine.

“Both,” I reply.

“Some people enjoy watching others while some people enjoy being watched. The Forbidden Heat caters to both desires.”

I ease back into my chair.

“We’re going to watch people have sex?” I ask with a whisper.

“Only if you want to,” he says calmly.

His response ignites erotic images in my mind, and I feel the heat of them sing in my blood.

I don’t know what to expect, but I know I’m intrigued. Voyeurism isn’t really my thing.

Well, I don’t think it is.

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But I’m hardly running for the door.

“You enjoy watching?” I ask, breathlessly.

“When it comes to sex, I enjoy a lot of things, Eloise.”

The connotation in his voice sends a dark, unfamiliar thrill through me.

Of course this man doesn’t do vanilla.

He drips vanilla in century–old scotch and sets light to it.

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That primal part of me, the one that knows me better than I know myself, rises to her feet with piqued interest.

Sultry reappears with our drinks, and while she pours my champagne into a crystal flute, Damon fixes himself a scotch.

“Will there be anything else?” she asks him dutifully.

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