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“I know. I feel it. As I said, I’m being ridiculous.”
“Is it wrong that I find your jealousy a bit sexy?” Yves grins, his fangs brushing his bottom lip. “I haven’t been wanted like this since…” He shakes his head as his words trail off. “Since I was last with you.”
“That’s right, Yves. No one has ever wanted you the way I do. No one ever will.” I brush my fingers under his chin. “By the gods, you are beautiful when your beast is out.”
“I wish it always could be. That’s why Lair is so important. We need a place to be ourselves, let our beasts stretch out.”
“But do you truly indulge? I sense that you don’t.”
He shakes his head again, glancing around the space. “No. I have to be aware. Besides, no one has caught my eye in so long. The most I do is occasionally feed.”
“And even that is rare,” Thorn says. “You know what would be amazing though, my guy? If you took Yves’s mind off things for a few hours and left it to us.”
“I want you all to have fun,” Yves says.
“If I may,” Kyson says. “We always have fun. It’s your turn.”
“Respectfully agree,” Vivienne says.
“Yep, hard agree,” Viper adds.
“Sounds like we have a request on the table,” I say to Yves. “Why don’t you give me a tour of the club? All is well and safe.”
A flutter of emotions, from hesitation to excitement, flit across his face before he nods. “I’d love to show you around.”
“Yessss!” Thorn says, high-fiving his lover. “You made this, Yves. Enjoy it. Feast.”
Yves’s pretty hazel eyes settle on my face. “Shall we feast?”
“Gods, yes.”
Yves slides out of the booth, extending his hand to me. I take it, letting him guide me. As we pass, the crowd parts to give us ample space. Yves is clearly used to this treatment, but for me it’s a marvel. How different my life could have been if I’d had access to a place like Lair.
We walk down a dark hallway, lit only with candle-like lanterns until we reach a stairwell.
“These lead to the rooftop deck,” Yves explains, taking the first step. “It’s…an experience up there. Follow me.”
“Wherever you go, Yves.”
He graces me with a relaxed smile. “Ah, Dami, you might just melt the walls of ice around my heart.”
“I plan to. And keep calling me Dami. There’s no sweeter sound.”
Yves presses against me, kissing me hard before releasing me and continuing the climb up the stairs. As we near the top, the energy shifts, and the air becomes thicker with the scent of lust and blood. When we reach the top step, two smallish men dressed in black masks and fishnet bodysuits, their cocks covered with tiny briefs, scramble to part the velvet curtains for Yves.
I’m hit with a tsunami of hedonism that causes me to stumble backward. Yves chuckles.
“Yes, it’s a lot.” He inhales. “Up here, I essentially ignore whatever happens. The rules are that the vampires are responsible for any messes made, including drained mortals.”
“Gods,” I whisper as I’m hit with wave after wave of sexual thrall. “It’s intense.”
“Even more during Festival.” He stretches his arms out. “Feel it, Dami. Soak in it. Is there anything better than a vampire’s lust?”
“No.” I move behind him, brushing my lips on his neck. “How do you avoid it?”
“What?”
“The temptation of it all? Especially being who you are.” We walk past a sofa piled with writhing bodies, then an armchair with a mortal man lying across the lap of a vampire, the latter gorging himself on the former’s blood. “You could have anyone you want.”
