“He wears it because his Dom likes it,” Zane explained. “Did you notice he had a collar?”
“What, so a Dom is someone who tells the male what to do and stuff, and he likes it?” Raven frowned in consternation.
“Yeah. It’s like me ordering you onto your knees, pet, and making you suck my dick.”
Raven flushed bright red.
“Ignore the incubus, sweetheart. Nobody’s making you do anything tonight.” I glared at Zane, just in case he thought he had the upper hand. He didn’t. I was the alpha. Not him.
“But she’ll enjoy it,” he pouted before tugging her away from me and blinking out of sight. That fucker!
For a moment, I panicked. If she wasn’t at my side, how could I protect her? But then I caught a fleeting whiff of her delectable scent, and my bear led me toward a door on the far side of the room.
I ran in that direction, uncaring of the people in my path. I heard some yelling, but everyone scrambled out of the way to avoid me. When I pushed through the double doors at the bottom of the stairs, my jaw dropped.
While the upper level was a mainstream nightclub where people bought drinks, danced, and socialized, down here, it was very different. This was where all the kinky stuff happened.
Everywhere I looked, I saw males and females engaged in sexual activity.
A trio of wolf shifters fondled and caressed each other on a sofa, while a male wolf fucked a female siren against the wall, her cries echoing around the room as he gripped her hips and pumped into her with savage ferocity.
There was a time when this sort of thing would have turned me on, but as a mated bear, it did nothing for me now. Ignoring the flirtatious wink from a female wolf wearing nothing but a glittery thong, I followed my nose.
“I’m going to dismember you with a rusty paring knife, you fucker,” I snarled when I found Zane and Raven.
“That’s strangely specific, but I look forward to it,” the stupid incubus laughed. Raven stood at a window, her nose pressed to the glass.
“What the actual fuck are you letting her see?” When I stared through the glass, I saw a female strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross, her body marred by angry red stripes, while a huge bull shifter wielded a vicious-looking flogger. Leather strips lashed her breasts, and she shrieked.
“More!” she whimpered. “Please, more!”
“That’s really messed up.” Raven grimaced.
“So pain isn’t your kink. Let’s go look in another room, pet.”
“Ever thought that perhaps she’s not a perverted fuck like you?” I asked the incubus, but he grinned like I’d told a hilarious joke.
“We all have kinks, care bear. Even you.”
“I don’t have kinks,” I scoffed. Nothing unusual anyway.
He tugged my mate to another observation window. In this room, a female lay on a bed with two males. One had his face buried between her thighs while the other licked and caressed her breasts. From the affection between them, it was obvious the three weren’t strangers.
And from the spike of arousal I detected from Raven, watching the two males make love to the female turned her on.
“Does my little pet have a voyeur kink?” Zane purred as he pressed into her from behind. My mate whimpered when the fucker cupped her breasts. The leather dress he’d chosen pushed her breasts up and out. She looked delicious, even if my bearhated knowing her sexy outfit encouraged other males to look at her.
“No,” Raven insisted.
“Hmm, my little pet is a liar, and you know what happens to liars? They get punished.”
“What…no!” Ignoring my unhappy growl, Zane pulled her away from the viewing window. He strode down the corridor before stopping at the last door on the left.
Before I could ask what the fuck he was playing at, he lifted his hand and the door swung open. The fucker must have pre-booked a room without me knowing.
“Raven isn’t ready for this,” I gritted out as I followed him into the lavishly decorated room. An opulent bed filled the space, while magic candles burned in sconces. A table to the right held a selection of sex toys, including floggers and paddles. Raven paled at the sight, but to my surprise, she didn’t back away.
Zane grinned. “I think my pet is in the mood for some experimentation, don’t you, care bear?” My bear surged forward when he scented our mate’s arousal.
