“Fine, so maybe the orgy room is off the menu.” Zane hummed. “For now.”
I fidgeted while picturing what an orgy might be like. A small part of me (okay, a large part of me) thought perhaps it would be…hot?
When Zane’s grin widened, I realized he’d not only read my thoughts again but also sensed my lust.
Kenji popped into view at the far side of our luxurious suite of rooms for the night and then disappeared into the bedroom I’d claimed.
There were three bedrooms in this apartment, all attached to a central living space, and each with a private bathroom. The accommodation was way better than I expected. And far nicer than the other small hotels we’d visited while searching for somewhere to stay.
Even better, the rooms had blackout blinds, so Rasmus would be safe from the sunlight. When I’d expressed concern the sun would burn him now that we were further south, he’d reassured me he could handle it for short durations. Only new vampires were vulnerable to the sun, he said. The older and more powerful ones, like him, could remain outside during the day, but would suffer a measure of discomfort in full sun after a few minutes.
“Will there be dancing?” I liked the idea of dancing more than I liked the idea of putting on a sexy show for random people.
“Yes, pet. Drinks too.”
“We won’t be staying long, little mate,” Maverick grumbled with a lot of side-eye in Zane’s direction. “I think it’s best if we all stick together for now.”
“Vanilla popsicle can stay with the blood prince,” Zane suggested.
The incubus was lucky Alaric wasn’t within earshot. His default setting was grumpy these days, and the more Zane taunted him with stupid comments and sly digs, the moodier he got. At least Rasmus had a sense of humor. He just licked his fangs and smirked whenever Zane made a dubious comment.
“I’m happy to stay here and wait for you to return,” Rasmus rasped. “My glamour isn’t strong, so I’d rather not test it if there are witches in this club.”
“There will be,” Zane confirmed. “Witches are kinky bitches. They usually hang out in the BDSM rooms.”
“BDSM?” What did that mean? I puzzled over the letters. “Big dick sex machine?”
The others sniggered. “Stupid witch,” Kenji scoffed. “Bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism.”
“I’m still none the wiser,” I admitted.
“Ask Zane to explain. He knows all about the kinky stuff.”
“How come you know what it means? You’re a kitsune.”
“I know everything.”
I really wished my familiar acted like normal familiars instead of giving me tiny nuggets of information and expecting me to fill in the gaps. The cat familiars back at school were cute, friendly, and loving toward their witches. Kenji could stand to be a bit more loving and cute.
Still, he usually came through when I needed him the most.
Zane patiently explained what BDSM meant, elaborating on what Kenji had already told me. At the end of his mini-lecture, I couldn’t decide whether being tied up and spanked was a good thing.
“You’ll love it,” he assured me.
Maverick growled and folded his big frame around me. “Ignore the stupid incubus. Nobody is making you do anything you’re not comfortable with, little mate. If all you want to do is dance, that’s fine.”
“Pity the mage isn’t joining us,” Zane mused. “I’d have fun with him in the BDSM rooms.”
“The day you touch me with any part of your body, you prick, is the day you die,” Alaric said when he walked back in and caught Zane’s comment.
Zane summoned a blade and waved it at Alaric. “Ooh, I’m in the mood for some blood play tonight,” he sang while twerking. To my surprise, Alaric didn’t rise to the bait this time. Instead he disappeared into the third bedroom and slammed the door shut. “Looks like I’m sleeping with you tonight, pet,” Zane smirked.
“There’s a couch,” Maverick pointed out. “Raven’s mine tonight.” I rolled my eyes. Would they ever learn to share?
“Are you sure this outfit isn’t too…I dunno, much?” I stared at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. There had been nothing suitable for clubbing in what little I’d packed for our trip, and my magic skills didn’t extend to conjuring up new clothes. Sadly.
But to my surprise, an outfit had appeared by the time I stepped out of the shower. It wasn’t one I’d have chosen myself, but I guessed whoever bought it thought it suitable for Hell.
