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At least until he saw Dahlia move at the edge of his vision. That fucking red dress was hard to miss. Or maybe it was the matching heels? He wasn't sure, but seeing the guy leading her towards the back of the club convinced him to double down on this. Maybe it was his stupid hormones talking. It could've been his pride. Thane wasn't sure, but if this chick wanted to make herself into a quickie, then who was he to deny her?
"Where's the hookup spot in this place?" he asked.
"Oh, there's a hookup spot?" Roarke asked. "Never been to this club before." Then he sucked on her neck again.
"Yeah," the girl breathed. "Out back. They'll kick you out for too much inside, but no one gives a shit what happens in the alley."
Perfect. Thane kissed her again, making sure their little toy didn't lose the mood, then leaned back and tilted his head for her to show the way. For a moment, the girl looked at him like she was waiting for the catch. Just when he was sure she was about to back out, she proved him wrong, peeling herself away from them to take one single step in the same direction Dahlia had gone.
"This way," she said, holding out a hand for each of them.
Roarke stepped in, spun her around, and twined his arms around her waist. "Lead on, sexy. And tell me what the hell I'm supposed to call you, or you're going to end up as 'Baby' for the next hour or so."
She giggled. "Mariela. And you two?"
"I'm Roarke," he said, "and my friend is Aidan."
Which meant Thane had just gotten a new name, but he was cool with that. Aidan. He'd have to remember that so he didn't screw it up later, he thought as he followed them towards the back. There, a single metal door showed the way to the clearly marked exit, but what was on the other side wasn't at all what Thane had expected.
Because this was not a nice neighborhood. The moment they stepped through, Thane found himself in something almost like an alley. In truth, it was the gap between the club's building and the store right behind it. Probably about the width of a road, about half again wider than most alleys he was used to, and the area was packed.
Over there, someone was shooting up. Behind the door, a group of five was passing around a blunt. Some girl moaned a little further down, the sound clearly proving she was enjoying herself. The lighting was poor, the shadows were plentiful, and it seemed there were bodies packed into each one, doing what men and women had been doing since the dawn of time: enjoying themselves.
Mariela led them deeper into the darkness, but when Thane caught a flash of red, he knew they were exactly where they needed to be. Catching the girl's hand, he tugged her away from Roarke and kissed her hard. That was when the little vixen decided that she was done being meek.
Her hands found his chest - and pushed. Thane's back hit the brick wall of the club, and Mariela followed. This girl wasn't as tall or as strong as Dahlia, but she still tried to pin him there, so Thane decided to help. He bent, kissing her back. She pawed, letting her hands explore the entire expanse of his tight shirt. Then Roarke moved in behind her. Just like inside, he kissed her neck while she kissed Thane. This time, he also let his hands explore, and with as close as they were pressed, Thane could feel Roarke's fingers making their way higher, up to her breasts.
"I'm gonna fuck you," Roarke said. "You're gonna suck my friend off at the same time. You good with that?"
Mariela's hands immediately went to Thane's pants. "No anal," she said as Thane's button popped free.
Shit. The problem was condoms. This girl was alive, he didn't have any, and Roarke couldn't use them. Thane wasn't sure, but he had a pretty good feeling latex would prevent whatever it was that eidolon needed to get vitality. Granted, there was also a book of Words sitting back in Dahlia's apartment, and in the back of that was a whole section of the healing type, including at least one that would cure diseases. He'd use one when he got home. It would be fine for once, right?
Because this was happening! Mariela was clearly into it, and taking everything she wanted. When she got his pants all the way open, he caught the hem of his shirt and lifted it up, giving her access. The girl took the opportunity to kiss her way down his abs, each touch of her lips making his dick a little harder, so that by the time she was pushing his underwear down, he had nothing to be ashamed of.
Behind her, Roarke was playing with her ass, guiding her short little skirt up to give himself access. He kissed her back, teased her breasts, and was basically running this show. It was hot. Ok, so yeah, maybe Thane was more into this than he'd expected. The thought barely crossed his mind before Mariela's lips wrapped around his dick, but the moan that followed did not come from Thane.
That was across the alley, hidden in a shadow, but not enough to hide the flash of red. His eyes locked on it, finding Dahlia's heel wrapped around a man's ass. Their bodies were locked together, grinding, driving each other higher - but Dahlia wasn't looking at her lover. No, her eyes were peering over his shoulder, looking right at Thane.
So he pushed his hand into Mariela's hair and began to guide her bobbing across his dick. Dahlia smiled before kissing her guy again, dropping her own hands to open his pants. That was when Roarke finally got himself free and leaned in. Thane knew the moment he pressed into Mariela's body, because the girl sucked a gasp of air around his dick, and still Thane couldn't pull his eyes from Dahlia.
She was amazingly beautiful, but not the soft and gentle type. No, Dahlia pulled the guy's dick from his pants, yanked her own skirt higher, and all but demanded he take care of her. Like most men, the guy wasn't dumb enough to refuse. He thrust, burying himself in her body, and they were turned just enough for Thane to see it. No, he couldn't see the guy's face, but he could see all of his wife as she got fucked hard.
So he pulled Mariela down a little deeper, feeling his dick reach the back of her throat. Roarke thrust at the same time, making it feel that much more intense. Surprised, Thane looked at his friend only to find Roarke grinning like he wasn't in his right mind. A tip of his head to the girl's head - or Thane's hand on it - proved he was paying attention. Then again, this probably wasn't Roarke's first threesome.
"Set the pace," he said, so Thane did, matching Dahlia's unconsciously.
Or at least mostly unconsciously, because damn, did she look good. Thane didn't care about the girl sucking him off. Yeah, she felt good, but not quite amazing. She was pretty, but not stunningly beautiful. She was interesting for a moment, but not so enchanting that he'd throw his entire life away for her. She was just a prop, something to enjoy for the moment and then forget. The girl moaning out her pleasure around his dick was little more than a way to get what he needed.
Which was when he finally understood. She was a meal. Maybe she was enjoyable in the moment, but this was not a relationship, and it certainly didn't mean anything. What mattered was the way Dahlia was looking at him, keeping her eyes open even as she tilted her head back to moan in pleasure.
So Thane pumped his hips, trying to imagine he was with her, yet also loving the view he got from over here. It was the best of both worlds. It was like living porn, getting to enjoy how hot his woman - his wife - was while being pleased, and yet he could almost pretend he was the one pleasing her. Each rock of his hips was timed with the shifting of her body. The hair in his hand was soft enough to feel like hers. The grunts coming from Roarke as he took what he needed somehow fit too.
And it was fucking hot.
Dahlia's breasts bounced as she was filled. Those perfect lips of hers parted in pleasure. The lines of her face smoothed to that beautiful look of a woman allowing herself to give in, and the wet heat wrapped around him was starting to feel amazing. Mariela didn't try to take over. She didn't want to be in charge. No, this girl wanted to be used, so he and Roarke were making her fantasy come true.
"Harder," Thane told her. "Suck that shit, girl."
