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At least we can laugh about my being dragged back into this world by force. I’m beyond crying anymore. I think.
“Let me give you the grand tour. Will you boys allow me to steal Fox for a little bit?” We’re moving through a set of ornate gold double doors, each with an ouroboros symbol on the paneling, and I can hear in the breezy tone of Poe’s voice she’s not actually asking for their permission.
She’s going to do whatever she wants, and it’s up to them to try and keep up.
“We’ll be here waiting for you.” Ky dips his chin, and Raven sort-of grunts, which I’m taking to mean he gives his approval.
That’s when I catch him looking at my mouth. Blush creeps up from my chest as my body immediately reacts to the smallest of gestures from my wolf.
Ky quirks an eyebrow in faint amusement, threading his fingers with mine before bringing them up to his lips.
My knees nearly give out.
With my stomach a fluttering mess of confused feelings for these men, I’m being led away into the heart of the mansion’s most exclusive and notorious business.
A sex club, where only those sworn to the Anguis can join. The world’s most wealthy and powerful, who pay for their membership in secrets, and millions, at a time.
“This entire wing of the mansion has been converted. We have several different levels, depending on your tastes and preferences.” Poe gestures around the expansive room, which is lit by candles and firelight, with velvet and bronze touches and crystal glassware. There’s a long bar and scattered seating. It almost looks like a luxury hotel lobby. Except for the fact there are people openly kissing and running their hands over each other. Some wear collars around their necks, others kneel with eyes kept firmly on the floor.
“It’s gorgeous.” It really is. Even if hot, prickling attention falls on me as we approach another set of stairs. These are covered in plush burgundy carpet.
“Up here is where things can progress a little further, if our clients desire.” Poe leads me to the next floor, and I see what she means. The mood here is different. More visceral. There’s a lot more than touching and kissing going on, with an ocean of bare flesh on display, artfully lit by the tasteful placement of low lights and chandeliers.
And the noise. The unmistakable chorus of moaned pleasure greets us the second we step onto this level.
“Holy shit.” My eyes widen, as I see a woman spread out on a backless couch between two men. One is buried between her thighs, the other fills her mouth. My body heats at the thought of how I’ve been that woman. I am that woman.
“They’re regulars. Always interested in new friends to play with, by the way.” Poe chuckles, and we keep moving.
She’s explaining their policies around drink limits, providing clear tests in order to remain a member and the types of events she organizes, like the fight night and auction. Her dark eyes sparkle when she makes mention of some haunted house annual open night, when there are a small number of highly sought after tickets made available to the general public.
All the while, we move toward a corridor at the back of the open-plan room.
“They’re happy to allow non-members in?” Non-Anguis members I’m meaning.
Poe raises an eyebrow with a hint of amusement. “When it suits their games, yes. Once a year, this place becomes something of an initiatory experience. Let’s just say there are people who pay to enter by choice, and then there are others who have been selected to attend without their knowledge.” A ghost of something plays on her lips.
“Seems I’ve got some stories to pry out of you, Poe.”
Twirling in place to continue on, I don’t miss the exaggerated wink thrown my way.
“And over here, this is the start of our wing of private rooms.”
“The start?” I glance back as I hear some particularly loud grunts. They’re coming from a man getting pegged by a woman dressed in pale-pink latex. She’s also got two men on leashes, each is knelt quietly alongside her impossibly high heels.
“On this floor are themed rooms, which can be booked by any of our members.” We wander along the dimly lit space lined with doorways on either side. From what I can see, there must be at least twenty or so doors. Some have lights glowing gold above them, while others have no light at all. I’m guessing it indicates if they’re currently occupied or not. “Impact play, sharing, cuffs, wax, bondage…we take requests and have the rooms prepared in advance.”
“And there are more? Than just this, I mean?” The further we go, I see that some rooms have clear panels to allow anyone outside to look in. While in some cases the glass is frosted, but you can very clearly make out the dark shapes thrusting up against the opaque window.
My mind immediately flicks to the first night Thorne fucked me up against the vast wall of glass overlooking the forest.
God, I hate how much I’m craving him, and this place has had my pussy wide awake ever since I saw that first couple kissing downstairs.
“Beyond here, we have rooms that are reserved by members exclusive to their use only. They are customized and equipped for their specific tastes and desires, supplied with their own key to come and go as they please.” Poe points to a smaller, ornate spiral staircase that ascends up to the next floor above us.
“Those rooms also have a private exit elevator, taking guests out through the rear of the mansion… if they feel the need for a little more privacy…afterward.”
My insides do a little flutter. Would my men ever be interested in having a room like that? I have to quickly side-step those thoughts because otherwise I’m liable to spiral rapidly into wondering about all the other times the three of them have frequented this place. A murderous, possessive heat starts to flare behind my ribs simply entertaining the idea.
