Mists of Velvet

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dominatrix, and Rhys wasn’t sure if what he wanted tonight was something rough or . . . simpler. Straight pleasure.
    “If you’re wondering about Silver Bunny,” she said, pressing forward so they could get a view of her cleavage, “she’s good to go. She was asking me about you.” Then she smiled and pressed closer. “But if you want someone who can handle both of you, there’s me.”
    With a smile and a laugh, she sauntered away.
    “Silver Bunny,” Keir said as he nodded in her direction. “Pick her. You want her more than Abby. I’ll meet you upstairs.”
    Then he was gone, evaporating into fog, which mixed in with the vapor of the dry ice. Rhys followed the writhing form as it made its way to the stairs to their rooms in the part of the club that remained the mansion.
    Picking his way through the crowd, he pressed against the woman, preparing to ask her to dance, when she pressed back against him and kissed him.
    Obviously, small talk wasn’t required. From the feel of her breasts pressing against his T-shirt, her nipples were already hard, and her tongue . . . It was definitely searching for more.
    “You sure?” he whispered in her ear as he kissed his way down her jaw. She moaned and pressed against him, her hand sliding down his abs to his crotch. She cupped him and said breathlessly, “I’m sure.”
    “What about my friend?” he asked as he pulled them deeper into the shadows and toward the stairs. Her body vibrated against him with the suggestion of the threesome. He could smell her excitement, could feel it as she wrapped herself around him.
    “What about him? Is he willing?”
    “More than willing.”
    She practically purred as he took her hand in his to lead her to the staircase. “I’ve never done this before.”
    “I know.” They always said that, pretending innocence, then clawing at him and Keir as soon as they were alone.
    She looked up at him, her eyes outlined with black eyeliner. She was pretty, and he was turned on. And Keir needed to feed. With a smile, she reached for him and pressed another kiss against his mouth.
    “I’m ready,” she murmured against his lips, “for the ride of a lifetime.”

    Keir paced the room where Rhys was going to bring the girl. His mind was consumed with Rhys’ feelings, the lust coursing through his blood. The woman was reaching for his cock, stroking and cupping him. He could hear Rhys’ growl; he could feel his need to press the woman against the wall and lift her skirt, sinking his cock deep inside her. The excitement built within Rhys, and Keir felt his body absorb the sensations.
    As Rhys got excited, Keir fed.
    Keir felt them outside the room. Already the woman had Rhys’ shirt off, and her hands were working on the fastening of his jeans. He heard Rhys’ heart speed up and the blood rush in his veins—and to his cock.
    The energy built, and he allowed it. This was what he needed to survive.
    The door opened, banged against the wall, and Rhys and the woman fell into the room. She was wild and experienced, and Keir gave thanks that she would not take long to fuck them.
    He had no desire to seduce tonight. He wanted to take; not teach; not reassure. He wanted someone who knew what she was getting into.
    Rhys moved to the bed, and the woman, now half dressed, fell back onto it. Rhys stood at the side of the mattress, his fingers unbuttoning his jeans.
    Moving to stand behind him, Keir pulled his shirt over his head and allowed it to drop to the floor. The woman’s eyes widened as she took in his markings; then her gaze slipped to Rhys’ cock, and she took in the size of that.
    Keir could smell her excitement. She was wet; already her core was opening, waiting for them. He heard her thoughts, a breathy voice in his head.
    “Oh my God, they’re beautiful. I can’t wait to feel them ... and to see them together. I wonder if they do each other.”
    Keir mentally reached out to Rhys. “You know what she wants.”
    With a nod, Rhys

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