by Yvette Hines
“She makes me thirsty.” Diego, a buddy of his, swiped his own tongue out as if tasting the air.
“Mm-hm. She’s a first-timer.”
Diego shifted his weight away from the bar, where he was nursing a Coke. “You want to see if we can interest her in a trip upstairs?”
Trae's hand shot out, smacking against Diego's chest, stopping his friend’s progress. It wasn’t as if they weren’t loyal members of the club, or as if he and Diego hadn’t shared women in the past. But Diego enjoyed roughness. He never exerted his innate strength too far, but he balanced on a fine edge between pain and pleasure, which some women craved. Maybe if it had been the feisty little friend, who was now lost among the dancers, but there was something about this one that screamed ‘innocent’. Innocence of a kind that called for gentleness and seduction, a man or men to help her come out of her shell. Not restraints and hard smacks on the ass.
“I’ll approach her first and if she’s interested in your kind of play, I’ll signal you over.” Dropping his hand, he cocked his head to the side and eyed the other man. “Straight.”
Diego was a horny man, but he wasn’t stupid. He recognised superior strength. His pack member didn’t know it, yet, but in a matter of days Trae would be his Alpha. The head dog.
The other man nodded his compliance. Diego’s contrite gaze shifted away from Trae and he briefly lowered his gaze to the ground.
Trae approached the woman from behind, with purpose, keeping his steps methodical. “Welcome to The Club,” he whispered beside her ear.
Obviously startled, she jumped and barely stifled a scream, making an odd squeaking sound. “Oh, man, you scared me.”
Moving to face her, he gave her a sly smile. It had been his plan, because as nervous energy increased around her, her arousal intensified, too. She was a delectable treat. If someone spooked her again, she just might orgasm where she stood.
“Forgive me, I couldn’t resist.” He inhaled slowly, taking in her scent, the essence of her, like a drug. “I’m Trae.” He held his hand out to her.
Giving him a tentative smile, she slipped her hand into his. He encased her long, soft fingers with his own.
Her soft, brown gaze reached his face. “Olivia.”
“So, whose idea was it to come here?”
She fidgeted a little in her heels and looked at her hand, which he still held. However, she did nothing to try to pull it away. “Mine. Kinda.”
He resisted the desire to pull her closer to his body, wanting her trust. “People come to The Club for different reasons.”
She swallowed and said, “It’s a ménage club. I would think everyone came for the same thing.” She frowned.
“But ménage holds so many different possibilities.” Taking his time, he emphasised each word to catch her reaction. “Style. Technique. Position. Level of intensity.”
Olivia bit down on the side of her lip as she listened to him.
He groaned and ended it with a small growl, allowing her to hear his pleasure. Lowering his gaze to where her sex was hidden beneath the tiny skirt, he noticed her squeezing her thighs together. He felt her arousal spike. Slowly, he lifted his gaze and met hers. Smiling, he let her know he knew how turned on she was.
She inhaled quickly, but exhaled more slowly, most likely in an attempt to calm herself. It barely decreased her response to him. He could smell it. He enjoyed the knowledge.
Continuing, he stroked the inside of her wrist with his fingers. “There are some who only want oral sex.” Another increase in the scent of her arousal. “Others want to be spanked.” No notable response. “Some people come here because they want a dual fucking.” Bingo.
Trae could not have mistaken her reaction to his last comment if he’d wanted to. Not only did her breathing turn to a near pant, but her sexual juices rushed between her legs so powerfully that the scent caused the head of every preternatural in the club to turn to her.
The attention on her caused him to pull her close. If he didn’t stake his claim on her, he’d find himself in a feral brawl, fighting all comers.
She whimpered as he brought her body against his.
“Olivia. We could dance around why you came, but that would just be wasting a lot of time when we could be relishing more pleasurable pursuits.”
Hesitantly, she asked, “So, how does this work?”
“I’m a gentleman. The lady gets to pick her other partner.” He lifted his other hand and stroked his thumb over her full bottom lip. “Choose quickly, or I will.”
Nodding, she took a moment to scan the room. First she glanced to the left, where he and his friends had been gathered. Then she looked to the right. He had the impression she was looking for someone specific.
“Him,” she called out. “The man that has the look of a sexy samurai.”
Shifting his gaze to locate the third she wanted for their trio, Trae spotted him sitting off to the side, at a table with two women.
No.
“Pick someone else,” he barked. There were elemental reasons why the club was divided. He and most of the people there understood it, even if his pretty little rabbit didn’t. Though surely she knew the kind of people—the kind of creatures—who frequented this club?
“My choice,” she declared. “I want him.”
Trae couldn’t deny her wishes, verbally or physically.
Perhaps Olivia didn’t know how unusual her request was. It wasn’t something that was normally done…but it wasn’t the first time it had ever happened, either.
Glancing pointedly at Anton, he waited for the other man to meet his gaze. Anton’s hearing wasn’t as good as his own, but he would certainly know they were discussing him. Waiting for him.
It was a game that Anton and his comrades enjoyed playing. Manipulation. Testing his fucking patience as if they had all the time in the world.
Finally making eye contact, Anton leaned over and spoke to the ladies. Then he stood. In a blink, he was beside them.
Olivia gasped, looking from Anton to the table where he’d just been sitting.
Trae could almost hear her mind turning, trying to make sense of how Anton had crossed the room so fast. She really was deliciously naïve.
Taking a small step back, Trae introduced them. “Anton, this is Olivia.”
Olivia’s smile was sweet and trembled a little at the corners. She held out her free hand, the other still intertwined with Trae’s.
Anton took her hand but, instead of shaking it, he turned it over, palm-up. Leaning forward, he grazed her wrist with his lips. He paused for a moment, then straightened.
“How can I be of service to such a deliciously sensuous beauty?”
Oh, shit. If Olivia’s scent of arousal increased any further, Trae would bend her over and fuck her where she stood.
“Join us,” Olivia whispered.
His sexy rabbit was feeling more self-assured—which Trae would have liked more if it hadn’t involved their present company.
Lifting a single eyebrow, Anton moved his gaze from Olivia to Trae.
Trae bit out, “Her request, not mine.”
Still holding her hand, Anton pulled her to him and placed his lips against her ear. “Is that correct, Olivia?” He paused and caressed her neck with his lips. “Do you desire us both? Do you want us to bring you to a level of ecstasy you’ve never experienced before?”
Hearing Anton’s whispered question clearly, Trae waited for Olivia’s response.
She let out a husky confirmation. “Yes.”
“Then let’s go to more comfortable surroundings,” Anton said.
* * * *
Trae steered Olivia in the direction of the back stairs with a firm hand on the small of her back. They passed the mob of dancers and for a moment she glanced to the side and caught Kelsey’s gaze as she executed a bump-and-grind move between a guy and a girl. She noticed her friend making a quick check of Trae and Anton, then she winked at her. She was letting Olivia know that, having seen both men
with her, she could ID them to the cops if anything went wrong.
As she walked up the stairs in front of Trae and Anton, she couldn’t have said which of them was directly behind her, but she could feel their gazes. It was an intense feeling, hot. A sensation so strong it felt as if hands were actually caressing her spine and ass. The impression caused her nipples to tighten and her sex to pulse and throb.
A sound, similar to an animal’s growl, echoed behind her. She glanced over her shoulder when she reached the landing. The hallway was dim, but well-lit enough for her to see their features. Trae was directly behind her, with Anton following.
“The room two doors down on the left,” Trae directed.
Turning, she obeyed his instructions. As she entered the upstairs room with the two men in tow, Olivia’s heart beat fast with excitement. I’m really going to do this.
She thought she might faint at any moment. She had no doubt these two sexy men could make her feel as if she’d died and gone to heaven, but she wanted to lose her wits while she was experiencing their passion, not before it had even started.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she stared at the men in the tastefully simple black and gold room. Both were over six foot in height and had a penchant for leather, except Trae wore only pants and boots. Anton’s Euro-Asian looks were complemented by Trae’s rugged appeal. His skin was only two shades lighter than Anton’s, and his hazel eyes, short, brown hair and the five o’ clock shadow gracing his chin made him seem wild next to Anton’s groomed restraint.
The combination of the two and the thought of what this night would entail turned her on.
“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous rabbit, we’ll handle it all,” Trae reassured her as he stepped forward.
“Just enjoy,” Anton said. “We will.”
Chapter Two
Trae cupped her face. Leaning in, he began to kiss her. Not one of those teasing kisses that played on the outside of her lips. No, he claimed her mouth, driving his tongue inside as if he couldn’t bear another moment without tasting her. She loved it.
Anton caressed her body as he divested her of her clothing, leaving her in only her red shoes.
As soon as she had stepped out of her skirt and panties, Trae ended the kiss and dropped to his knees before her.
“You have been driving me crazy all night.”
She didn’t fully comprehend Trae’s words, nor did she try. All thought left her as he gave her pussy the same passionate kiss as he had her mouth. Over and over again, his tongue dived between her folds, tasting her. Anton wasn’t idle, either. He pressed his hard form along her back as he wrapped his arms around her and played with her breasts, massaging and squeezing her nipples.
The orgasm that had been building since she’d approached the club finally erupted from her. Trae forced her legs wider as he continued to consume the cream flooding her sex.
“The bed.” Anton’s voice came out in a rush, belying his original, nonchalant façade.
Scooping her into his arms Anton carried her, still adorned in her red shoes, to the bed and lay her in the middle of it. At some point he’d discarded his long vest. Leaning over her, he kissed her, showing her his urbane erotic talent. He kept a leisurely pace, slower and more seductive than Trae’s, but no less mind-blowing.
Leaving her mouth, he licked a trail to her breast and scraped her nipple with his teeth. The sharp scratch caused sensual delight to erupt through her body, making her clit throb in response.
“Oh,” she moaned.
Drawing her nipple into his mouth, he suckled her until she was squirming beneath him, searching for satisfaction.
“I do believe she just may be ready for us.” Trae spoke above her head.
Opening her eyes, she stared at the delicious nude body of her tall, rugged white dream as he quickly removed his pants and boots. His well-sculpted body was built for pleasure. She reached up and took hold of his long, thick cock. She angled her head and took him into her mouth. His taste was a heady, earthy blend, giving rise to thoughts of unleashed danger. Not that she believed he would hurt her, but she could sense there was an animalistic strength inside him. She wanted to feel his wildness consume her.
She was aware of Anton slipping down her body. How could his touch feel so cool, yet at the same time seemed to absorb the warmth from her body and return it to her? When he began to sample her sex with his mouth, all thoughts evaporated. He swirled his agile tongue around her clit, persuading her blood to pump more strongly, causing the kernel of desire to harden further. Thrusting her hips against Anton’s delightfully sinful attentions, she took Trae deeper into her mouth, moaning around him.
Trae let out a sound—an unmistakable growl.
Anton’s mouth completely covered her pussy as something sharp pierced the sides of her clit and he drew firmly on her sex. Before she could question what he’d done, she was coming in long, hard waves. One orgasm turned into two and blended into three.
Trae pulled out of her mouth.
“Now, she’s ready for us,” Anton announced.
Through a haze of enchantment, she noticed Anton licking his lips. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her, because it looked as though he had blood on his mouth. When she refocussed her eyes, it was gone, and his handsome face hovered over her with a wicked smile and a brilliant, onyx gaze.
A drawer closed somewhere behind her.
Shucking off his pants and boots, Anton stood before her in all his toned glory. His cock was just as long and magnificent as Trae’s.
He came to the bed and covered her with his body. “Are you ready for the ride of your life, Olivia?”
“Oh, yes.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Anton’s thick cock pressed against her pussy. She arched her hips as he worked his length inside her, stretching her to accommodate him.
“Sweet, wet and tight.” He kissed her lips.
“Position her for me, Anton,” said Trae.
“My pleasure.” Anton scooped his arms under her legs and spread them wide. He rose, pulling her with him, their bodies still locked together. With grace and skill, he knee-walked them to the middle of the bed.
“Perfect.” Trae’s body dipped the bed down behind her.
Trae kissed her shoulder and stroked the crease of her ass with his slick hand. The sensation caused her to grind her hips against Anton.
“Oh, darling, you feel so good,” Anton whispered in her ear.
“I can’t wait to find out,” Trae murmured. He slipped one silky finger, slick with jelly, inside her and stroked the sensitive walls of her ass. She leaned against Anton, loving the hedonistic titillation.
Removing his hand, Trae spoke softly in her other ear, “Relax, baby, we’re going to make this good for you.” His dick pressed against her furrowed entry.
As Trae slowly pushed deeper into her ass, a burning sensation crawled up her spine. When she wasn’t sure if she could take any more, Anton pulled partially out of her pussy. Then Trae ground his length all the way in.
She cried out as Anton retuned, fully impaling her on them both.
“You are a dream, Olivia,” Trae murmured along her shoulder, squeezing her hips in his hands.
She liked the idea of being his dream, since both these men were her fantasy come true.
They began to move in tandem. As one pulled out, the other pushed in.
Fisting Anton’s hair, she gazed into his eyes. Eyes that only moments before had been black now appeared crimson, matching the colour of the heels she still wore. The thought that had been tickling the back of her mind, that something was different about this club, began to unravel and reveal what she hadn’t wanted to see. “Anton, what’s wrong with your eyes?” Her voice came out soft and hesitant.
“Hunger, Olivia. When I desire the taste of blood in my mouth. Sex makes me crave it strongly.” His lips drew back and she could clearly see his fangs.
Trae’s chuckle rolled along her shoulder. Whipping her head around, she expected to see a second set of red eyes. That wasn’t the case. His hazel gaze met hers. Rotating his hips, Trae slipped his dick deeper inside her ass.
He was human, then… But a low growl said otherwise. “You’re not human, either.”
“I’m a wolf, my little rabbit.” Pulling out, he pressed his length back in again, grinding his hips against her backside.
These men weren’t giving her a moment to catch her breath—the erotic play kept her on the edge of another orgasm, whether she wanted it or not. Her mind tried to revolt, even as her body yielded, ravaged by need. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t heard about paranormal beings living among them, but she’d always believed they stayed with their own kind, kept to the shadows. However, she’d willingly walked into their lair, their nest, crossed into their turf like a ready sacrifice. Damn Kelsey! She’d been so confident she’d found out everything they needed to know about The Club.
Looking from one to the other, she said, “But, you all don’t get along.” Was that another myth?
Trae glanced at Anton. “We’ve been known to come to a mutual understanding, when the need arises.”
“For you, Olivia, it definitely rises.” Anton shoved his cock hard into her and groaned.
Run. The word exploded in her mind like a grenade. Digging her nails into Anton’s chest, she attempted to shove away from them. This was all too much, too fast. She felt as if she needed a moment to get herself together, collect her thoughts and maybe…
Like two stone walls, they held their positions around her, unmoveable. She looked from one man to the other.
“If you don’t want this, we’ll stop and take you back to your friend,” Trae volunteered.
Both men halted their movements and began to pull out.
A moment’s relief was swamped by a sudden, aching feeling of loss. She whimpered. Her gaze locked with Trae’s. There was something in his eyes, as if a light radiated through them, coming from deep within his soul.
