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“Shut up,” Nyx groaned as he watched Leven plow into me, Callum somehow steady enough for it to work. My head fell to the side and I watched as Nyx stroked his own cock while he watched us. The sight had me whimpering, my hands drifting over my breasts to tweak my nipples. The extra sensation was all I needed to come again, pussy clenching around Leven as I rode out the new wave of euphoria. My body was so sensitive, my mind so free, I couldn’t make sense of any of it.
All around us, the chaos continued. It was no longer couples but a full-blown orgy. Everyone was fucking and somewhere in my head I was startled, but it was so hard to hold onto a single thought beyond lust.
Leven brought my attention back as he teased his fingers over my clit. He was fucking me mercilessly now, chasing his own orgasm and bruising my pussy in the process. The pleasure and pain of it was something I was familiar with and I reveled in every fucking second of it.
Leven came with a primal yell that was lost in the cacophony of the room. He gripped my hips as he slammed in one last time and pumped his seed into me. There was barely a moment for him to finish before Nyx was yanking him away from me. My feet hit the floor and he promptly turned me and pushed my hands to the floor. I didn’t care that I was touching a nasty dance floor, only that he was sliding into my pussy from behind. Nyx’s hands kneaded into my ass as he fucked me fast and hard. It wasn’t pretty or skilled but at that moment it didn’t matter. We were a means to an end, chasing our own releases with a frenzy that was only explained by magic.
Just as Nyx did to Leven, Callum pulled me away the moment Nyx had come. I found myself straddling his lap as he leaned back in a chair. He bounced me on his cock, mouth latched onto my sensitive nipples as he fucked me. It was just as hungry and desperate, just as feral as the others, and even after he came, he continued to fuck me.
It was then that reality started to slip back in.We are in a club. We’re fucking openly in public. Something’s drugging the air.
A gust of wind cut through the air and the moment the night air hit us, my mind cleared and all the crazy emotions settled.
“Oh god,” I gasped and practically jumped off of Callum’s lap in horror. The guys scrambled for our clothes and helped me cover myself before they did the same.
All around us the others were doing the same. The DJ’s mic crackled before his voice cut through the panic.
“I’m so sorry everyone. It seems someone got a bit liberal with lust tonight. We’ve cleared the air and next round is on us. This is the risk with magical vices, I’m afraid.” Patrons around us laughed and the music started back up. The bar was flocked with people in seconds while we sat there and breathed through the shock.
“Well, always wanted to try fucking in public.” Nyx grinned, making us all crack up. “I’d say I’m sorry, but that was fucking hot.”
“It really was,” I agreed, groaning as I shifted. “Even if I’m a bit sore now.”
“I’m starving,” Leven groaned. “Is it time for food now?”
“Oh definitely,” Callum agreed. “Let’s get out of here before someone else decides to drug us into doing something crazy.”
After taking a detour to the bathroom to wash up, we practically ran out of the club and into the night. Even the siren’s song was welcoming after that insanity. But the bartender was right, it was a night of euphoria and chaos I’d never forget and exactly what we needed.
ChapterTwelve
Vanya
The security guard stared at us with a look of distrust, one eyebrow raised, and clearly not buying a word of what we were selling.
“You need to get inside… but have no reason to be here?” he demanded as he sat up straighter in his chair.
Think, Vanya, think. You’ve got to have something better than this if you want to get to those archives.
I let my head fall down like I was ashamed of something and a disparaging sigh fell from my lips. It sounded believable enough the guys tensed around me.
“Listen. It’s not an easy story to tell but they just rescued me from my ex. He was stalking me and finally made the move to abduct me. I just want to talk to a detective about my options and maybe place a restraining order.” All of that was true, minus the ex part. I like to think I at least have better taste in men than that sleazy old wolf.
That relaxed the guard and he nodded. “We get a few too many of those here in Philly, I’m afraid. The detectives will have some ways to help.” I gave him a glassy-eyed smile that had him softening a bit more. He launched into an explanation on how to get to the detective that specialized in domestic disputes. Thankfully that meant we’d be heading for the elevators and that was all we had to do.
The guys kept their distance from me as we talked. No sweet words or small touches like they usually did since it would be a dead giveaway that my story was a fake.
Our instructions from Colfax said to take a specific elevator so we let Callum lead us to it and filed in. Watching the floors tick down as each reached us was excruciating, especially since we had to ignore the other elevator opening and closing in annoyance each time we hit the button.
The doors of the elevator slid closed and we were thankfully the only ones inside. We let out a collective sigh of relief. Nyx chuckled and let his head fall back against the wall with a thump.
“That was a good idea using the stalker as an in,” he commended me. “Now we just have to figure out how to explain our departure. Since I have a feeling he’ll be making small talk with the detective as he leaves and we’ll be leaving way later.”
“Shit,” Callum groaned. “I didn’t think of that.”
“We should also probably hit a floor or something, right?” I pointed out since we were just sitting on the ground floor. Callum cursed again as he walked up to the panel and hit floors one, six, ten, and fourteen. The lights flickered the moment he finished and instead of going up, the elevator started descending. Then it kept going for far more floors than should have been down here.
“This is some crazy shit, here,” he muttered as he nervously tugged at his dirty-blond roots. “Watch, Colfax sent us to the fucking dungeons of supernatural Philly or something.”
