by Liza James
“Do you see Stella anywhere?” I look over the club, trying to focus on finding my sister but keep stopping at every new couple I cross along the way. Some women are being fucked against the walls, covered in leather and masks. Some men are being paraded around on leashes and collars, with either other men or women baiting them along.
So much sex.
So much kink.
Things I didn’t even realize existed surround me and I feel the heat work its way up my chest and pool between my legs.
“She’s usually on the dance floor,” Camden shouts over the music.
“You’ve been here with her before?” I ask, curious about what has been happening with my sister and him.
“Only when she comes with her boyfriend,” he quickly adds but an uncomfortable hesitance crosses my mind.
“Hey,” I place my hand on his arm, feeling his warm skin under my touch. It’s nothing like Elijah’s. No heat. No sun bursting through me. “If you like Stella, that’s okay. I get it,” I say, and the tiniest spark of disappointment flashes inside of me. I want a distraction. I need this diversion from my bond.
Camden brings both of his hands to either side of my face, tilting my chin up so that I’m staring straight into his eyes. “I’m not into your sister. I’m here for you, Luna,” he dips down, bringing his lips to brush against my ear. “And that sexy little outfit you have on has me wanting to do dangerous and dirty things to you.”
I’m unsure of how to respond. I don’t feel the same way I felt when Elijah spoke to me like that. But I try to remind myself that Camden isn’t Elijah, we aren’t bonded, and nothing will feel the same as it does with him.
And that’s okay.
So, I let my lips rise in a smile as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself against him. I let my body feel his, let myself appreciate and accept his warmth, even if it is different.
“Besides, I’ve got a gift for you.” Camden’s words catch me by surprise, and I lean back, seeing the excitement dance in his eyes.
“What? Camden, you don’t have to—”
“Hush. You already knew it was coming, you just didn’t know when.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny, clear plastic bag. It holds a single, white and round pill.
My eyes dart back up to his, disbelief raging inside of me. It can’t be. It can’t be ready yet. He just told us about it a few weeks ago. But the huge grin spreading his lips has me hoping otherwise, silently begging for it to be true.
“No. Is this it? Is it ready?” I ask quietly, refusing to let the hope root itself in my gut.
“It’s ready, Luna. You’re the first to get it. It’s been tested, reformulated, tested again until it was perfect. It only lasts six or so hours right now, but I promise I’m working on a longer trial. It’ll give you both a break. You’ll be able to leave and breathe on your own, you won’t be trapped in a bond you never wanted.” His hands slide around my waist, gripping my hips as he pulls me against him. Our chests crush together and my heart races against the idea that I could actually have a moment of peace without begging for it from Elijah.
“Camden. I don’t even know what to say.” Tears well in my eyes but I force them back, this means so much to me and he can see that already. “Thank you,” I finish, resting my hands on either side of his neck.
“You’re welcome,” he says quietly. There’s a tension building between us as his eyes drop to my lips. I watch as heat flares within him and I know he wants to kiss me. Instinctively, I reach out through the bond one last time, looking to see if Elijah has opened anything between us. But he hasn’t. I’m cut off and for that reason, I take advantage of what I have in front of me.
I don’t wait for him to make the first move, I take it myself. I pull his head down towards my own, taking his lips in a kiss as my fingers move up and tangle in the fallen strands of his hair. But it only takes that invitation for him to take control of our kiss. He quickly flips us around so that my back is pushed up against the bar top as he leans into me. His hand tangles in my dark hair as he fists my head, roughly holding me still for his hungry kiss.
For a split second, my mind shifts back in time. Seven years, to that awful night so long ago, but just as quickly Camden’s grip relaxes and I’m brought back to this moment. Something strange tugs in my memories but I return my focus to Camden’s soft kiss and gentle touch now that he’s reigned himself in.
Honestly, I’m actually turned on by the fact that he has to hold himself back. That his need for me is so strong that he has to maintain control.
I pull away for a second, trying to catch my breath as Camden watches me with fire in his eyes. “Are you going to take it?” he asks, holding the little baggie up for me to take from him. I do, I reach for it and slowly slide it into the top of my dress as he watches, his eyes focused on my tits as a low groan erupts from his throat.
“I can’t, not without talking to Elijah first. I just can’t throw him off like that without at least telling him,” I explain, knowing he’ll be understanding about it.
But I’m surprised when I notice the slightest tick in his jaw over my words. It’s barely noticeable, I doubt he even realizes he’s doing it. It has me second guessing his intentions over giving me the pill. I know he has feelings for me, he’s made that perfectly clear. He’ll have to be patient with me though. He knows I’m bonded.
“Absolutely, I agree. I’m sorry, I just hate the way he treats you. I hate the way he hurts you.” His thumb comes up to softly brush against my cheek and I lean into his touch. He’s always been kind, and I know better than to not trust him. He’s always protected me when he was around, stepping into any situation he felt compromised me. He’s been teaching me how to fight, how to defend myself against Amelia and Danner. And Nathanial clearly considers him a good friend.
“Come on, let’s find Stella. I just want to make sure she’s okay.” I lay my hand against his cheek and lean up on my toes to place a soft kiss against his lips. Stepping back, I take his hand in mine and move us through the crowd and toward the dance floor.
We both search the room, looking for anyone in our group, but don’t see any of them at first. Camden steps forward and pulls me deeper onto the dance floor, we’re surrounded by countless bodies when I finally spot Nathanial.
And holy shit I’ve never seen him look like that. He’s dancing, with two girls pressed to either side of him. One in the front and one up against his back. His eyes are completely glazed over, milky and white like Stella’s were earlier. One girl has red hair, just like Stells, but she’s taller and leaner, lacking the curves that the other brunette he’s dancing with has. However, it’s their hands that have me surprised. The girl in front of him has her hand down the front of his pants, while his shirt is pulled out and wide open for her. His strongly defined abs on full display and she grinds against him while she works his cock, clearly getting him off in the middle of the dance floor.
Nathanial’s hand is actually behind him, up the skirt of the girl who’s dancing at his back. He’s playing with her while the two girls kiss and make out around him. But Nathanial isn’t watching the girls. His eyes are trained on someone else across the room and I follow his gaze until I find Stella, surprise and confusion taking over as I watch their interaction.
Stella is sitting back on a red leather couch, her dress hiked up around her thighs while a guy is crouched below her. Her legs are loosely draped over his shoulders as he clearly eats her out. I immediately turn my gaze away so that I don’t invade her privacy. Which is ridiculous, I realize that. Seeing as we’re in a kink club.
“Is that Stella’s boyfriend?” I ask, noticing that Camden is watching the same exchange in front of us.
“No. But he doesn’t mind, he knows she has needs,” he explains, as if he knows something about Stella that I don’t.
“What does that mean?” I ask, turning to face him and drag his attention away from them.
Camden glances down
at me briefly, but quickly looks back up until a sympathetic expression crosses his face. “It looks like Elijah’s getting his needs met as well,” he says softly, and I whip my head around at his remark.
“Where?” I demand as Camden gently turns my head to the right, until my eyes crash with Elijah’s. He’s back against the wall, with a tall, leggy woman donning purple hair. Her head is yanked back against his shoulder as he towers behind her. His lips are moving down the side of her neck until he looks up to meet my gaze. His eyes are on fire with anger, as if I have something to be sorry for. As if he’s punishing me for something I’ve done.
I watch as she arches her back and pushes her body into his, reaching a hand up to grip his neck as he goes back to devouring her neck. I quickly turn around and push Camden back out of the crowd.
“Come on. I want to see the rest of the club,” I urge as rage fills my stomach and spills outwards. I can’t be angry. I can’t be upset. He made it clear he didn’t want this and now he’s showing me that. He’s doing exactly what he promised me he would do. I shouldn’t be surprised at this point.
Camden steps forward and takes the lead, pulling us to the back of the club where new hallways begin splitting off in different directions. This is what I want, this is what I need. A distraction, an impulsive night to do whatever it is I need to do. And tomorrow, I’ll tell Elijah about the pill, I have no doubts that he will be thrilled about it.
Then I’ll take it and give us six hours of fucking freedom.
Camden brought me into a separate room in the back of the club. It’s dark, and one wall is completely glass. He shuts the door behind us, closing us in so that we’re alone and I finally feel the smallest wave of relief at being away from everyone else.
I crave the privacy now, crave the ability to truly be alone now that I know how plausible that reality actually is. Camden takes my hand and leads me toward the glass wall. Once we reach it, he steps behind me, his hands slide down to grip my hips as he gently tugs me against him.
In front of us is another room, one we have a clear vision into as three people enter ahead of us. One woman, two men. There’s a large bed in the center. It’s perfectly circular without any headboard and covered in thick red blankets and pillows in all different shades. On one of the walls behind them, there’s countless objects hanging in rows. Chains, whips, masks, dildos, and several other pieces I don’t recognize.
“What is this?” I ask quietly, worried they will hear me through the glass. Camden’s hands slide up my arms as he trails his fingers across my skin.
“It’s the viewing room Stella has available for us. People come in here who want to watch and people who want to be seen go in there.” His fingers run down the length of my neck as I tilt my head to the side, allowing him access to more of my skin.
The three people climb on the bed while the woman stands on her knees in the center. One man comes to her back, running his hands through her hair and pulling it off to the side so that he can trail kisses across her shoulders. She relaxes back into him as the second man comes to her front. His hands start lower, working their way up her thighs and brushing lightly between her legs.
“So, they know they’re being watched?” I ask breathlessly. I feel my panties getting wet at the mix of sensations moving through me. Camden’s hands move to my stomach as he flattens his palm and rolls his hips into my ass. He’s already hard and he’s eager to let me know, showing me how much this is turning him on as well.
“Yes,” he whispers as he drops his lips to my neck, sucking and kissing my sensitive skin while the woman in front of us continues playing with her men. The one at the back of her slowly raises her shirt, tugging it up and over her breasts enough to release them, but not pulling it off of her completely. The man in front immediately takes one of her nipples into his mouth as he sucks and nips at her hard peaks. Her moans fill the space around us, and I feel my body relax into Camden’s touch as it inches lower than my stomach.
“Do you like this, Luna? Watching them while I touch you?” His other hand moves to my hair as he wraps it around his fist, holding my head straight so that I can’t look anywhere but at them. The man in front unzips his jeans and then pulls out his cock, it’s hard and ready for her as the man behind her pushes her forward so that she’s on her hands and knees.
Do I like this? Shit, I think so. It’s not what I crave though. He’s not fulfilling my every need with his touch and kiss, but I don’t expect it to. I don’t expect anything to be like Elijah.
“Yes,” I say honestly. Because I genuinely believe this is as good as it’s going to get for me.
The man behind her grips her hips as he slams into her pussy. The one in front holds the back of her head as his cock slides in between her lips. She’s taking them both, pleasuring them both while she’s filled and fucked in front of anyone who wants to watch.
A whimper escapes my lips as my thighs begin rubbing together, creating a subtle friction to relieve some of the ache inside of me. But Camden is quick, and his hand is right there, working its way under my tight dress until he finds me soaking wet and needing to be filled.
“Fuck, Luna. You want this, don’t you? You want me slide my fingers inside your wet cunt?” He grinds the words through his teeth as he pulls my panties aside and slides inside of me without waiting for an answer. My knees weaken as I stretch around him, but he holds me up and against his chest while I lose myself to everything around me.
The woman in front of us is pulled upwards while both men come flush against either side of her. One man angles his cock at her ass while the other slides in from the front and she cries out at being filled by both, each one finding a rhythm and working inside of her.
I feel it, the orgasm building within me while Camden circles my clit before plunging back inside of my pussy. Truthfully, it’s not necessarily him that’s so close to getting me off, it’s the entire situation that’s turning me on. This taboo idea that I’m watching strangers fuck, while Camden distracts and touches my frozen body is too overwhelming to ignore.
“Give it to me, Luna. That’s it, baby.” He speaks the words as another voice barrels into my mind a second too late.
Where the fuck are you, Luna. He’s shouting the words through my mind and I collapse to the ground as my body tries to ride through the crashing orgasm. It wasn’t huge, and the three in front of us are still going at it. I’m not satisfied in the slightest, in fact I feel needier now than I did before we even came in here, but I think that may have more to do with Elijah’s voice invading my head at the last second.
Immediately, Camden surprises me by backing up and moving towards the entrance of our little viewing room. I look over to him, confused as he casually opens the door to step out.
“I’ll be right back, Luna. Don’t go anywhere, I just need to check on Stella really quick,” he says as he quickly hurries out and shuts the door behind him. I’m suddenly exhausted and confused. An irritating pain radiates through my chest and begins throbbing throughout my entire body. Something’s wrong and I’m alone, without anyone I can trust in this stupid fucking kink club. On top of that, I can’t escape the now outrageous moans of the fucking happening in the room behind me.
Answer me, Demon. Elijah’s voice is hoarse and filled with hatred in my head. The fact that he just referred to me simply as Demon evokes an entirely new sense of rejection that I’ve never felt before.
Fuck you. Don’t call me that. I whisper back and I fall to the floor as rage flows through our bond and into my own body.
Tell me where you are now, Luna. I can’t fucking find you.
I groan and rub my hand across my chest, the throbbing pain turning into a severe sting that lingers and intensifies. I’m in a room, in the back of the club.
Not even a minute later, Elijah comes crashing through the door, falling to the floor as soon as he enters. He kicks his foot back and slams the door shut so that we’re alone.
“What the fuck have you
done, Luna,” he spits out, his voice rough and cracking as it breaks in the space around us.
“What are you talking about?” I shout, climbing back to my knees as I slowly make my way closer to him.
“Stay the hell away from me,” he says, anger and pain burn in his eyes as they set me on fire. God, even his stare pulls more from me than Camden’s touch did.
“What’s going on, Elijah? I don’t understand and I can’t fix anything if you don’t fucking tell me!” We’re feet apart, close enough to touch but I hold myself back, even though everything inside of me is imploring me to bridge the distance.
“You got off with him,” he shouts as pain slashes through his voice. For a second, I’m too surprised to speak. A furious lump builds in my chest at his words, as if he can do whatever the fuck he wants and I can’t. How many times had he fucked Sam since we’ve been bonded?
“You’re kidding, right? You’ve gotten off a thousand fucking times with Sam since you bonded me. You were out there, practically fucking another woman in front of me while I watched.” My heart is racing, thundering in my chest as fury courses through my blood and my breaths come out in rapid releases. “How dare you try to control me when you have never offered me the same respect.” I pray these rooms are soundproof because my mind is spiraling out of control as our emotions come crashing and colliding together in a raging storm around us.
“I numb the fucking bond, Luna. Every goddamn time, I numb the fucking bond by drinking so that you don’t feel it.” He launches forward and I fall back against the ground while he towers over me. In being this close to him I can see how sickly white his skin has become. I can see the thin layer of sweat that has broken out across his forehead. I feel the seething heat emanating from his body and scorching my own.
“How was I supposed to know that, Elijah? You never teach me about the blood bond! You haven’t told me anything other than how to heal you, weeks ago, and you haven’t said anything to me after what happened to us.” I pause for a moment as I try to catch my breath. Both of us are ragged and harshly inhaling the air between us. “How the hell was I supposed to know?” I finally whisper, searching his eyes for the answers I so desperately want.
