Jimmy led us to a cordoned off area that had a panoramic view of the club. Buckets of champagne were deposited by the table, as were a range of bottles of spirits. Then a girl tottered over on sky high heels, carrying a silver tray with a several baggies of red powder in the middle.
“Courtesy of Mr Savill,” she said with a smile. “You can snort it, inject it, or just mix it with your drinks.” She sidled closer. “I could demonstrate if you like?”
“Not right now, sweetheart,” he replied, his eyes dropping down to where Aen had perched her arse on the table, my thighs between hers as I kissed my way across her neckline. Drinks were pushed to one side, the tray nudged in as we got more serious about what we were doing. The guys moved everything to safety, watching the show with a heated gaze.
“Very good, sir.”
She disappeared, leaving us to it.
“Swap around, Aen,” Liam said in a low tone. “Lie Kira down on the table to mask what we’re gonna do and kiss her thighs or something.”
“You want Aen to go down on me in a fucking club?” I hissed as I was swept up and dumped in her former spot, my lover giving me a naughty look before dropping down on the couch. Her hands went to my knees, separating them, cool air playing over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
“More than fucking anything,” Liam rumbled, his hand going to my throat and pushing me down on the table. All five of the boys leaned forward at that. “I wake up aching for you in the morning, breathe your damn bloom all day, and then go to bed—you guessed it—aching again. I would love to see you fall apart in public while trying to keep your screams inside but coming so much harder because of it.”
“I don’t often find myself agreeing with you, Liam,” Aen said, “but right now…”
I tensed as I felt her hands slide up my thighs. Propriety had me wanting to push her away, eyes darting around the club to see who was watching, but the rest of me? Lilith laughed, low and dark, as I felt my body tingle in response to Aen’s touch, my cunt drenching my expensive lace knickers in anticipation of her licking me clean.
“You’re a screen, Kira. A very decorative one. Everyone’s eyes will be on you and your love, not us as we remove the drug and replace it with the coloured sugar Duke gave us.”
I knew this. We’d talked about it. Jimmy would be watching to see if we sampled his wares, wanting to gauge our response, so we needed to feign one. I lay down, my head rolling around in time to see Liam palm the bags and replace them with the decoys. He licked his finger, dipping it into the bag of sugar before reaching out to offer it to us. My tongue flicked over my lips, feeling the blunt tip coat them with it, his finger hovering, waiting for me to lick off the residue. I swore inside as I closed my lips over it, collecting some of the sweet sugar, then grabbing his hand and performing a very thorough cleaning.
“Fucking hell,” he ground out when I finally let go, Aen standing up and bending over to suck half the sugar from my lips. Her kisses were always sweet, but there was something heady and cloying about it right now, the rough crystals dissolving like I did into her softness. She tried to pull away, but I grabbed her plait, winding it around my hand and holding her still. She groaned a little.
“You like that, baby?” I asked her between pants. “You want me to get a little rough with you?”
I realised then I didn’t really know what Aen liked in female form, other than the obvious. She was not their dominant side, the male form seeming to appear more regularly. A guttural grunt escaped those pearly pink lips when I gave her hair a little yank.
“Fuck…” I rasped, and a million scenarios where I stood over Aen, tied up or held down as I pleasured her over and over, flooded my mind. “Why the hell am I so damn overheated?”
I pulled away from her, even when every fibre of my being protested at that. I looked across at all five of my consorts, my monsters who watched us on very short leashes.
“Is this you?”
They nodded, eyes shining silver like a wolf’s would in the moonlight.
“You have to be convincing. Jimmy knows when someone’s bullshitting him,” Liam said. “We can’t actually drug you or any of us, so instead, we let the barriers down.”
“You’re connected to us,” Johnno said, leaning over, trailing a finger down my neck, smiling when he saw me shiver. “We’re your consorts, your quintet. We’re bonded to you like you are us.”
“My knickers aren’t dripping every time I see you together, though.”
“Mm…that’s a tasty mental image,” Aen said, sliding to the floor between my legs. “Let’s see.”
Her fingers spidered up my thigh, walking at a leisurely pace as Johnno’s hand encircled my throat, gentle but firm.
“And for tonight, the gloves are off. You feel what we feel. What Aen feels, Marlow and Mark. You feel us, unedited.” Our eyes darted up to where Mark stood behind the couches we sat on, trying to keep his eyes on the surroundings but being drawn constantly back to me.
“You need to play at being a wanton little doll,” Liam said, the dark smile twisting. “But it’s just an act. Tell Aen to stop.”
“Stop.”
Her fingers froze exactly where they were, millimetres from my bikini line.
“Tell her to lick a line up your thigh, but no higher than your panties.”
I said the words without thinking, my eyes caught by his, by his brother’s, so they caught the shiver that went through me, the little whimper when she did just that, my fingers catching in her hair.
“No one’s going to do anything you don’t consent to. No pushing, no coercing. You might be lying on the table, Kira, but you’re in control,” Johnno said.
“But you can’t look like you are.” Liam plucked me from the tabletop as the guys made a show of emptying the sugar into their drinks and swirling them through. He held me in front of him, a barrier between him and what was coming. “You’ve just got to play along. You know what we used to do.”
He didn’t explain, didn’t give me a hint as to what he meant, because it came to mind as soon as he said the words—the strange cocoon-like room, me walking into it in that ridiculous dress, camera ready, the girl with the nuclear holocaust expression and the stained mouth, her sliding to her knees. I stiffened in his grip.
“You don’t actually have to suck us off, just make it look like you are. Pull down zips, bob your head. Pretend. Just make me look like I last the longest.” That got hisses from the other guys. “Just play along.”
And with that, I was pushed under the table as Jimmy returned.
“So, what do you think?” I heard him say, his voice muffled by the desktop and the music thumping in the background.
“We just got our taste, Jimmy,” Liam said. “I’ll let you know, but first results,” he reached down and shifted that thick dick into a more comfortable position, “are promising.”
“Where’s your girl? She was a pretty thing.”
I watched other hands shift and press, a Mexican wave of junk rearranging. I shuffled closer, knowing I needed to get to faking or making.
It was the twitch of Jake’s knee, bouncing relentlessly that drew my eye, my hands placed on each one, stopping the movement. He remained still, too still, like he was focussing on every stroke of my hands. I slid my hands up his thighs. Yup. The muscles quivered there, trying to hold him frozen, even as his kilt tented.