Well Beyond

12*

The guards pull the doors open, revealing a smaller private ballroom. I take a deep breath before stepping inside. The room is filled with elegantly dressed guests, the air buzzing with conversation and laughter. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the scene, but doing little to illuminate anything. Soft and smooth jazz music pollutes the air as a live band plays. The doors shut behind me, causing me to jump. 

I'm locked in now. 

I scan the crowd, feeling a bit out of place. Several naked women dance and spin on some poles. People are packed in, some chatting and laughing by the bar. My eyes find several couples making out passionately on the fringe of the room. I stiffen as I see a couple having sex for anyone to see, a small crowd formed around them. The woman moans loudly, cutting through the music, as the man drives deeper into her from behind. I rip my eyes from her as I feel my cheeks flush. While I'm no prude, I don't want to get caught staring. 

I spot King Alaric across the room. He is sat down in a smaller section, looking bored as a few people attempt to engage in a conversation with him. He swivels the whiskey glass in his hand a few times, causing the contents to spin around. His eyes meet mine, and he gives me a small nod to signal me to come to him. Hesitantly, I approach. He does nothing to stop himself from staring at me. 

I frown as I reach him, crossing my arms over my chest. He dismisses the other people from his section, causing them to frantically clear out. 

"What the fuck is this," I seethe out. 

"A party," he retorts, waiving his hand limply.

He grins as he stands to his feet. He sets his whiskey down on the end table next to his chair. I look back over to the couple, only to find a third person had joined. The woman grins as she takes the man's cock into her hand. The man buried deep in her grabs a fist full of her blonde hair, holding her head back. She opens her mouth for the other man, allowing him to fuck her mouth. I shift in my heels, my eyes locked onto the scene. 

"Yeah, a weird fucking orgy party," I huff out. 

Suddenly, I feel King Alaric press against my back. His chest is strong and taut against my shoulders. Even in heels, he towers over me. One of his hands grip my waist as the other one trails the slit of my dress, running it up to my thigh. His fingertips are rough, but do little to pull my attention from the couple. He takes one of his hands, brushing my hair over my shoulder. 

"Yet, here you are, watching them fuck," he whispers against my ear. "It's hot, no? Watching them share her?" 

"You thought I would like this," I scoff, challenging him. 

A part of my likes the scene in front of us, but the larger part of me is pissed that this is what he demanded I come to. His grip tightens against my hip. 

"I was hoping you would," he grounds out. 

I roll my eyes at him, turning around sharply. I shove his chest away from me, causing him to stumble. 

"King Alaric, this is incredibly unprofessional-" 

"Call me Jasper," he cuts me off before continuing. 

"Is it unprofessional to want to sink my cock deep into you? From the second I saw you, I wanted to fuck you," he states, his eyes narrowing onto me. "I always get what I want." 

"Don't you have a mate or something," I ask. His expression sours.

"Absolutely not. I was too busy surviving to care about something so trivial. Why do you have a mate," he tilts his head to the side. I hesitate, which causes him to chuckle.