...She was radiant. He could not describe it any other way. Lucy wore nothing beneath her gauzy blouse, and now, with it free from her body, she was bared to any and all in the room. The ends of her fiery hair wafted over her small breasts, and as they tickled over her skin, the rosy buds of her nipples hardened to tight peaks. Without breaking the rhythm of the coven’s chorus, she lifted her hands to glide them over her stomach, smoothing upward to cup the soft flesh of her breasts.

And still, her eyes remained closed.

Daniel’s groin tightened. He was glad he was left forgotten in the corner, because he knew his arousal must be unmistakable. He longed to touch that skin, to see if it felt as vibrant as it looked. He wanted to kiss her, lick the smooth lines of her body. The light around her took on a different hue, hovering between golden and pink. It began to funnel into points—one above each person’s head.

Daniel looked up. A tiny pinpoint of light hovered above his own head. He didn’t know what the light meant, but nobody had warned him he might get his own dose of…of what? What the hell was the light? Energy?

Before the question distracted him too much, motion caught his eyes. Lucy’s skirt slid down her thighs, revealing an inch of her creamy skin at a time. Daniel nearly fell out of his chair when he realized she wasn’t wearing anything beneath her skirt either.

The chanting changed. No longer the singsong of individual words, now there were distinct moans interspersed amongst the voices, and more than one person was working at their clothing. Even Charles seemed intent on unbuttoning his shirt, and when it joined the growing pile of garments in the ring, he hunched down on his hands and knees and began crawling toward Lucy.

The light over his head followed him. It stopped when he did. And it flared brighter the second his hand touched her bare thigh.

Charles knelt in front of her, his hands on her thighs, his head tilted back. The light over Charles glowed brighter than any other light in the room. Lucy didn’t acknowledge him. One hand remained on her breast, and the other drifted lower, between her thighs. Her finger flicked over her clit, and the light over everybody’s head flared. Daniel bit back his moan. He didn’t know if anybody would hear him. Hell, he didn’t know if anybody knew he was still in the room, but he didn’t want to risk distracting them. He didn’t know what was going on, but he could feel the energy now. It shot through his blood like a drug.

Slowly, Charles prised her legs farther apart. A fresh scent filled the room, mingling with the apple of the candles, and it took Daniel several heartbeats to realize what it was. His eyes widened. The smell of Lucy’s arousal should only have been palpable if he was where Charles currently knelt. Yet, he could smell it.

A soft keening came from Lucy’s throat. It reached out to the coven, to Daniel, and sank into skin already too hot to touch. Desperate to release at least some of the heat, he yanked at his shirt collar, but his gaze was still transfixed by Charles’s steady stroking of her thighs. He licked his lips. His mouth ran dry. What he wanted more than anything else in that moment was to sate his thirst by burying himself in Lucy’s pussy. The desire was so strong, it felt like he needed that more than he needed to breathe.

He leaned forward when Charles did. And their lips parted at the same time.

He never expected to have his mouth flooded with the taste of her.

Daniel was vaguely aware of everybody else in the room, pairing off. They all moved very slowly, like the contact was the goal, and anything else was a bonus. Charles moved just as slowly. Each deliberate swipe of his tongue over Lucy’s flesh seemed to coat Daniel’s tongue with her juices. If Daniel couldn’t have her, then he at least wanted to unzip his pants and ease some of the tension building in his groin, but he remembered her warning to keep quiet.

What does she taste like on Charles’s mouth?