She raised a brow.
“Well, almost everyone. Present company being the exception.”
“So those girls out there…?”
“Want to be here.”
She swallowed, her face bright red.
“Doing that?”
Killian shrugged. “Yeah.”
Her jaw dropped. “I mean— wow.”
Dean grinned. “You ever been with two guys?”
She blushed furiously.
“No.”
Her eyes lingered on the three of us before she quickly looked away, sipping her drink.
“You ever been with one girl? I mean like, shared?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
Her head snapped back, her eyes wide.
“Wait, like two of you or—”
“Or.”
Her jaw dropped a little more.
“Holy shit,” she said quietly, taking a big gulp of vodka. “Three of you, with one girl.”
We nodded, and her eyes went wide.
“Put off?”
“No!” She swallow quickly. “No, just..”
“Scandalized.”
She giggled. “A little, yeah.”
I wanted to push it, I wanted to say something like “or fantasized?” but I knew that would push her past her comfort, seeing as she was alone with us.
Fuck, what I really wanted to do was tear that dress off and run my tongue over her entire body. I wanted to watch her open her mouth and take my friends inside as I pulled her panties down and pushed in deep.
I wanted to watch her come pressed between us.
I cleared my throat, and that fantasy from my head.
“Look, if you need a ride home, we can have have our driver take you. Alone, if you’d like.”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
We were quiet.
“What’s it like?”
I perked up a brow. “What’s what like?”
The room was silent.
“Sharing.”
Killian chuckled. “It’s…different.”
“It's not weird? I mean, with three guys? How would you not get jealous or whatever?”
“No, not weird.” I nodded at my two friends. “These two are like brothers, we’ve known each other forever. And the jealousy thing isn’t even on our radar. Hell, it’s why we decided to try arrangements like this in the first place. Eliminates the jealousy.”
She was flushed, her eyes darting around the room at us. She finished her drink and I could see her wanting to ask for another, but she shook her head instead.
“I should go.”
“I’ll call our driver.”
“Thank you.”
We all stood but suddenly, she turned back, biting her lip.
“I was suppose to go out and have fun tonight.”
I grinned. “And we weren’t fun?”
“No, you were…” She smiled. “More than I was expecting. And a welcome change from who I waked in here with, I can tell you.”
I smiled at her, and her cheeks flushed before she looked down.
“I’m never going to see you again, am I?”
It hurt to hear. Hell, it cut deep, which was weird. I turned and I could see the look on Killian and Dean’s faces too.
“What I mean is,” she said quietly. “I mean, I’m not coming back here.”
The thought of her walking away and never coming back sucked. Like, a lot.
I liked Anya. I really liked her, actually. She’d been the escape I thought I wasn’t going to find that night. Being around her felt fucking amazing, like I could take my mind off the shit going on in our lives.
“Thanks for rescuing me.”
“Thanks for saving us,” Killian said quietly.
She smiled. “Any time.”
The heat in the room was thick. I wondered if I was imagining it, but there was no way it was just in my head. There was a tension, and when we heard the moan from outside, loud enough to get through even the thick wooden door of the study, she blushed.
“Guess I have to walk back out through that.”
“You could stay,” Dean growled.
She blushed.
“Maybe.”
She stepped closer.
So did we.
Fuck, the tension was nuts. This blazing, unexplainable attraction. It was like the proximity of her, and the scent of her, and the sound of her breath had my heart pumping faster, my cock throbbing hard.
“Thanks for everything.”
“Any time,” I quipped back.
“I’m never seeing you again, right?”
“Probably not,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Perfect.”
And suddenly, she was kissing me.
Holy. Fuck.
Suddenly, her lips were on mine, searing to me, her breath catching as she kissed me passionately.
I growled, and my arms started to go around her on instinct when she pulled away and turned to Dean.
I watched, pulse racing and my cock throbbing as she moved into his arms, kissing him just as fiercely before pulling back.
She moved to Killian last, moaning. I watched her mouth open with him, his tongue clearly finding hers.
And this time, she came alive.
She moaned, writhing against him heatedly before she turned, her eyes wild as she fixed them on me. She pulled me in, kissing me and opening her lips for me. Our tongues entwined, the sweet taste of her lips like candy as I explored that mouth.
She moved to Dean again, gasping as she kissed him, and then Killian, again.
Then she pulled back, gasping, her eyes wide and her whole body trembling.
“Sorry,” she said, her voice shaky. “I had to do that.”
“Please don’t apologize,” I growled.
Her eyes sparked. “Okay, I think I get it.”
“Get it?”
“The appeal,” she said quietly.
I growled as I pulled her close.
“So maybe we shouldn’t stop.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she gasped. “But, I…”
“You should go,” I said, my voice like steel. “You weren’t expecting all this.”
“I want expecting you three,” she said quietly. “But, I— I need to go.”
I nodded, my chest tight.
She pulled away, turning as Killian fired off a text to our driver.
“Oh, before I go.”
He frowned as she turned back, grabbing her clutch purse.
“Someone — one of the guys who brought me here — gave me something, but, I can’t keep it. Should I just leave it here? I don’t want to see them again before I go.”
I frowned curiously, but when she pulled that little fucking bracelet out of her clutch, the whole room went still.
Fuck.
FUCK.
She’d been claimed already.
I know how fucking stupid that sounds, and I knew she’d been brought here without knowing what this place was, but a claim was a claim.
The rules of the club were unflinching.
“You— you should go,” I said tightly, something breaking inside.
Anya frowned at my sudden coldness. “What?”
“The car’s outside,” Killian growled from behind me.
Anya blinked, still looking confused. “Oh, okay.”
Something had changed and she knew it, even if she didn’t know what.
“I’ll just leave this here then?”
She set the bracelet on the table, looking back at us.
“Thanks for tonight, guys.”
We just nodded, shattering as she walked to the door. She turned back, as if to say something else, but she stopped and just nodded.
“Bye.”
And then she was gone.
We stared at the bracelet on the table.
Claimed.
“Fuck,” Dean snarled. “She’s—”
“I know.”
Killian swore, whirling and clenching his hands into fists.
She’d been everything.
She’d been perfect.