“Wait, is this that club thing you went to before?” She cocked a brow.
Oh, right, that much I had let slip when we were out the other day. I’d held back on any real explanation though.
“Hey, how come we haven’t talked about that yet?”
“Maybe because you’ve been wrapped up in your own little secrets?”
I grinned as my friend blushed.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said primly.
“Sure, okay,” I rolled my eyes. “So you haven’t been in this dreamy floaty mood the last few days? Mooning around? Adele White, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’d gotten laid.”
She went crimson, quickly shaking her head. “Oh, no, of course not.”
She said it much too quickly. Also, my friend was a terrible liar.
“So, what’s his name?” I teased.
Adele could only sputter, the poor thing, trying to come up with more excuses.
I grinned, winking at her. “I knew it.”
“It’s— it’s nothing,” she shook her head, looking down.
“So who’s the prince?”
“No prince.”
“Oh?”
Oh, this was getting juicy.
“No, I mean, it’s not a guy at all! You’re making things up!”
“Adele, I love ya, but you are a terrible liar.”
She swallowed. “It’s not even worth talking about.”
Her shoulders slumped, and instantly, I felt terrible for teasing her.
“It’s not anything because it can’t be.”
I stepped towards her, putting my arm around her shoulder and pulling her tight.
“Says who?”
“Everyone”
“Not a royal, I take it?”
She shook her head.
“And is this just for fun or…”
“More than that,” she whispered.
“Wow.”
Looked like I wasn’t the only one in over her head in places she shouldn’t be.
“What?”
“You got hooked, huh?”
Adele sighed, nodding.
“Look,” I pulled her into a big hug, squeezing her tight. “You look fucking amazing, and whatever the scandal, I love seeing you this smiley. So just go to this ball at your uncle's tonight, I’ll go to my thing, and we’ll figure it all out.”
She sighed. “Promise?”
“Hey, what are servants for?”
Adele laughed.
Chapter 9
Dean
She was quiet in the limo a few days later. I could tell she was nervous, but damn did she look gorgeous. Her chestnut hair was pulled up on top of her head, and she wore this hot as sin little black cocktail dress that I knew would turn some heads at the club.
Heads were fine, but if it turned any hands, I was prepared to fucking break them.
She sat facing the three of us in the back of the limo, her eyes darting between us.
“Do you have anything to drink in here?”
I smiled. “Nervous?”
“Um, yes.”
“Don’t be.”
“Easy for you to say, since you guys do this all the time.”
“We don’t actually,” Jace said quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean were members, we’ve gone, but,” he shook his head, and I took over.
“It’s all meant nothing, Anya. It’s all been empty.”
“We’ve never brought anyone either,” Killian growled.
“Seriously?”
He nodded, popping some champagne from the mini fridge and pouring her a glass.
“Well, I guess I feel special.”
“You should.”
She swallowed.
“Do I have to— I mean does everyone have to…”
I knew what she was asking.
“You don’t have to do anything tonight, beautiful. You can just watch.”
“People don’t mind?”
“They wouldn’t be fucking in the middle of a living room if they did.”
She grinned at Killian, and I was glad he was doing a better job than me of lightening the mood.
“Anya, the men who gave you the bracelet—”
“I don’t know them.”
“I know, and that they gave you it without explaining it to you was bullshit. But, the rules are rules, and there could be issues if they’re there tonight and see you with us.”
Her brow furrowed.
“Look this might be fucked up, but,” I glanced at Jace and he growled under his breath.
“I knew she’d hate this.”
Anya laughed. “Hate what?”
I sighed as I passed her the box.
“What’s this?”
I just nodded at it, so she slowly pulled it open, her eyes going a little wide as she pulled out the long, blonde wig inside.
She was quiet.
“Fuck, this was a stupid fucking ide—”
She started laughing.
“I love it!”
Killian groaned.
“No, really!” She looked up, genuinely looking happy as she beamed at us. “No, honestly, this is great. I can just be someone else tonight. Isn’t that kind of the idea of the club anyways?”
She had a good point.
“I mean, hey, if you guys have a thing for blondes—”
“We have a thing for you,” I growled.
She gasped as I moved across the divide between us, and before she even said a thing, I was kissing her.
Hard.
Hard enough that she knew I meant it.
I pulled away, seeing the blush on her face. She touched her lips, her eyes flashing at me before she looked past me at Killian and and Jace.
“The feeling is shared with us if you're curious,” Killian growled.
“Oh is it?”
“Yes,” he hissed, as he and Jace pushed past me and slid to either side of her. She gasped as Killian took her mouth first, kissing him fiercely as Jace ran his hand up her legs and over her hips.
She pulled away, moving to Jace and kissing him as Killian’s mouth found her neck.
Fuck, I was so hard watching this start to unfold, but we were also so close. Too close to keep this going.
Jace and Killian pulled away, all three of them breathing heavily. I reached into one of the side boxes and pulled out our four masks — three of the plain members ones for us, and one of the slightly silvered, feminine ones meant for “guests” for Anya. I watched as she slipped her blonde wig, on, tucking the errant tendrils of chestnut underneath it before pulling on her mask.
We did the same as the car came to a stop.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whispered fiercely.
Killian pulled her close, his lips brushing her ear.
“Then it’s time to jump into the deep end, beautiful.”
We’d arrived late again, and again, the party was already underway. Groups were already undressing or undressed around the room. I watched a red-haired girl moan in ecstasy as the two men fucking her from either end drove in deep, making her scream.
Anya’s hand found mine, squeezing.
“Don’t be nervous,” I whispered.
“I’m not.”
She turned.
“I’m excited.”
Her hand squeezed mine, and I saw a bit of fire flash in those deep blue eyes.
We moved through a doorway into another room, and she stopped. A crowd was forming around the brunette and the three men in the dimly lit room. Slowly, already nude, the brunette sank to her knees as the men disrobed.
These guys, like us, took care of their bodies, and hard muscles made the brunette moan as they stripped. They were packing too — not as much as us, I thought with a smug grin, but this girl was in for some fun.
Slowly, she reached up and started to suck one of them, moving her hand out towards another.
Anya gasped.
“Do you want to watch,” Killian murmured.