CHAPTER TWO

The bass from the loud music pounded, hands caressed his body, and oh… the smells that surrounded him. Such lovely scents from these humans. Everywhere Chaus turned, he was bathed with their numerous desires.

Lust, thick in the air, coated his body as hands reached for him. The sweet, clean scent of sweaty male called to him, beckoned him to feed. But there was oh so much more than those sweet scents.

He sniffed the air and smirked. There was the slightly acrid smell of jealousy, the sour taint of desperation, the bittersweet scent of… his head snapped up. His favorite scent—that bittersweet scent of need.

Oh my, someone here has a secret. A very dark secret.

A wicked grin crossed his face as he scanned the crowd. He would find the owner of that scent and then—he glanced up. Standing at the railing above him were two men.

They appeared to be related. Dark hair and similar builds. Brothers maybe? He was unsure, but one taste of their blood would answer the question. How to lure them? Use a glam?

Chaus focused on them and breathed deeply. That scent. He had to fight to keep his sapphire eyes from turning a pale, pale blue, the lids rimmed in red. And to make things even better, he realized that scent came from both of them. Oh, how wonderfully decadent.

Careful to keep his gaze down, he watched through his lashes as he plotted, taking note that they watched him as they spoke. Hmm, interesting. Is the hunted trying to become the hunter?

Chaus listened as they discussed him as if he was nothing more than a thing, and their insensitivity intrigued the beast within him. This just kept getting better and better.

Without a doubt they were some of the most morally corrupt humans he'd seen in a while. A tiny smile crossed his lips. He did so love such depravity, and to find it in these two lovely humans was promising.

Chaus watched as they turned and walked the stairs that would bring them down to the dance floor, their eyes on him as they stalked him. Well, I'll be damned, they are. They moved with a predator's grace—gliding muscles and focused intent.

He hardened as he watched them stalk closer, amused and more than a little turned on by their audacity. "Yes, yes, that's right. Come to me. Hunt me."

This was new, and a little exciting. Rarely did his prey try to switch roles and attempt to hunt him. Those that knew what he was wanted his destruction; they weren't interested in seduction.

But these two were on the prowl for another reason, and that reason captured his attention like nothing else in hundreds of years. Most nonhumans made a point to stay out of his way.

The last thing they wanted was to draw his attention. Very few creatures that walked this Earth were as strong as he was, or as controlling when it came to his appetites. These two had no idea what they were stalking, but they would, soon enough.

Maybe… maybe he had found what he'd been hunting for—someone he could take as a mate. Someone who was as dark and soulless as he. The beast inside shifted, threatening to wake.

The need to hunt, to claim what might be his, rolled through him, but he fought the beast back. The time wasn't right. He'd about given up on finding that special one, and now he might have found two of them.

No longer did the other bodies around him hold any interest. The crowd that closed in on him moved away. Maybe some primitive instinct warned them to turn aside. He'd found what he wanted; there was no need to search through this throng.

Chaus's sensitive hearing picked up the thread of the conversation as the brothers pursued him. Suddenly he had to squash the urge to laugh outright. They'd noticed Tobis and were debating setting a friend of theirs on him?

They had no clue what mayhem that one was capable of. He'd spotted the werewolf and the Prince of Lust wandering around almost as soon as he walked in the club. All three of them had given one another a wide berth, but Chaus was assured he hunted in the right place now.

He listened to the humans' conversation and caught the name Allen. One name down and one to go. He swayed to the music as one of the humans—the one called Allen—approached, sliding up to him close enough to touch, but not quite. Let the games begin, pretty humans.

* * *

Allen cut through the crowd, his eyes trained on the one they'd picked. Once he was close enough, he swayed to the music, waiting until the sexy man noticed him. When the redhead's attention focused on him, he made a point of looking the guy over.

"Hey there, gorgeous."

Sapphire blue eyes peered up through his lashes. "Good evening."

Allen moved a little closer, his body inches from the sexy man in front of him as they moved with the music. "What's your name?"

"Chaus."

"Nice to meet you, Chaus. I'm Allen. Want to dance?"

Allen slipped in behind his mark, close enough that the redhead could feel his body heat.

"Oh my."

The word ended on a soft moan, and Chaus's eyes fluttered closed, then snapped open as Allen's hands settled on his hips. "Yes."

Allen made sure his smirk was hidden before his hands landed on those slim hips in front of him. He pulled Chaus back, his hard-on nestled against a firm ass. What a nice ass.

Allen moved his body, swaying with the music and grinding against Chaus. Need built as the smaller man rubbed against him. Someone was certainly eager. Maybe they wouldn't have to waste too much time talking this guy into coming home with them.

Allen grinned when Chaus's arm reached behind his head, the slim hand anchoring itself at the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Allen buried his nose in silken hair and cool skin. He slid one hand off Chaus's hip, his nimble fingers tugging at the hem of Chaus's green silk shirt.

When he met no resistance, he continued. Untucking the shirt Chaus wore, Allen once again waited to see what would happen. When a helpless little whimper greeted him, he smirked. This was almost too easy. He slid his hand into tight dress pants, hunting for… ah yes. Allen nibbled on Chaus's neck as he stroked a hard dick.

"Like that?"

Allen whispered in Chaus's ear.

"Mmm, you have no idea."

Chaus leaned his head back against Allen's shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed.

Allen stroked Chaus's hard length, his touch light. He knew it was just enough to make the guy crazy with need, but not hard enough to come. His other hand moved up a firm chest and landed at the base of Chaus's throat.

He tilted Chaus's head back slightly, enjoying the look of pleasure on the other man's face. Fuck, he couldn't wait to get this guy home and in bed. He was so open, so easy, so damn submissive to every little touch on his body.

Once they got him to the apartment, he and Jordan were going to make him scream with pleasure and probably with pain, as well. He couldn't wait to see Chaus spread out on Jordan's black satin sheets, blindfolded and gagged, tied face down while Jordan took a flogger to that lovely pale skin.

Speaking of Jordan—Allen cut his eyes to where he and his brother had stood earlier. Jordan was moving through the crowd toward them.

"Open your eyes, gorgeous. I have a surprise for you."

Allen squeezed Chaus's dick hard enough to make sure he complied. More precum leaked onto his fingers. This little slut was certainly hot for it. Allen caught the small whimper that escaped.

"What?"

"This is Jordan, my brother,"

Allen whispered in Chaus's ear. "We share. What do you think of that?"

"Oh…"

The little breathless sigh from Chaus pleased Allen.

"Hello, sweetie. What's your name?"

Jordan moved in front of Chaus until the smaller man was trapped between them.

"Chaus."

Jordan grinned down at wide sapphire blue eyes. "Unique name. So, think you can handle that? Handle the two of us?"

"I-I…"

Allen's lips twisted into a smile as Chaus's arm dropped from behind his head.

"Both of you? And… and… me?"

Allen watched Jordan smile as he slid his hands up Chaus's chest, stopping to tease hardened nipples, pinching them through the shirt. Chaus's body strained toward him, a low grunt his reward.

"We'll take good care of you, the both of us. Together. You'll love it, I promise. We play a bit rough, but I think you're game for that."

Jordan tweaked the nipple harder.

"I-I can do rough,"

Chaus breathed. "I'm into BDSM. But, but…"

Jordan plastered his body to the front of Chaus and rubbed against him. "But what?"

Trapped between the two taller men, Chaus trailed his fingers over Allen's other arm, the one not buried down his pants. "I-I've never—"

"What?"

Allen moved his free hand over Chaus's body, his other hand still wrapped around Chaus's hard cock. He held on to his need by a thread. They couldn't have found a more perfect mark if they'd tried. This guy oozed just a bit of fear. "Never been with two men at once before?"

Another moan greeted Allen.

"Never been with brothers before. I mean, you two are together, right?"

Jordan's face went blank, a careful mask he slammed down over his features. He grasped Chaus's chin, his fingers tightening, and forced Chaus to look in his eyes. "We aren't together. We share our men, but we are not together."

"Oh!"

Chaus wrapped his other hand around Jordan's neck, pulling him closer. "I thought… okay, I see. Could one of you kiss me?"

"I can do that."

Allen jerked Chaus around and buried both hands in all that deep, dark red hair and pulled Chaus's mouth to his.

Allen struggled to keep the moan inside that threatened to break loose. Chaus's lips were soft, and so plump. He nipped those tender lips in warning. He wanted inside, dammit.

He tugged hard on Chaus's hair. The sooner the guy was brought to heel, the better. The body he held trapped against him trembled and Chaus gave away, opening his mouth.

Allen explored, searching every inch as he held Chaus's head trapped. Chaus tasted good, with just a hint of something spicy and sharp. He knew that Jordan watched as he plundered Chaus's mouth.

Not only watched, but made a point to take part. Jordan had his hand buried in Chaus's pants now. Jordan's other hand moved over the trapped body between them. There was no doubt in Allen's mind this guy was interested in getting fucked by them. Allen pushed his hard-on against Chaus's.

After he and Jordan both fucked the guy separately, they'd double team him. He wondered if Chaus had ever been double penetrated before.

"He kisses very well, doesn't he?"

Jordan murmured in Chaus's ear. "Imagine him with your cock in his mouth, his tongue playing over the head, teasing you, making you writhe on the bed, begging to come. And we're going to make you beg, gorgeous."

Allen felt Chaus clutch his arms. Chaus's body rocked back and forth between him and Jordan. He released Chaus's mouth and admired the look of hazy pleasure on Chaus's face. They'd spent enough time on foreplay; it was time to move this on to the apartment. He glanced at Jordan, and with a slight nod signaled it was time.

"Ready to come home with us?"

Jordan asked as he lifted Chaus's hair and feathered his lips over that delightfully pale neck.

"I-I don't even know you two."

Chaus gasped as the brothers' hands roamed his body. "How do I know you won't fuck me, kill me, then dump my body off in some remote place? Leaving with someone I don't know could be dangerous."

Allen ran his thumb over Chaus's wet bottom lip. "We're well known here. If you're worried about us, ask around. We'll make sure you get back here safe and sound. We're not dangerous. Besides, we want you to have fun. Getting hurt? That kind of hurt, isn't fun."

Chaus's lips tilted up in a soft smile. "You're not dangerous, huh?"

"Not at all."

Jordan pulled Chaus around to face him. "That's not to say you won't come back here with some pretty little marks on that lovely skin of yours, but it'll be consensual."

"Okay."

Chaus nodded his head. "Okay, if you're sure."

"We're sure."

Allen tugged on Chaus's belt loops. "Let's get off the floor."

"Good idea."

Jordan turned, and Allen prompted Chaus to follow him.

Closer to the entrance of the club, the music was softer. Jordan turned, pleased to see Chaus behind him. Allen, the horn dog, had his eyes glued to Chaus's ass. Jordan cleared his throat.

Allen looked up at him, grinned, then winked. "And speaking of doing consensual things. Do you have a safe word?"

"Um, yes."

Chaus flicked his hair over his shoulder. "Letum."

"Huh."

Allen shook his head. For some reason, that set warning bells ringing loudly, but he couldn't place why. Wasn't that Latin? Shrugging, he filed that away for later consideration. "Did you drive here?"

"I did, yes. But I don't know my way around this area very well."

Chaus looked from one brother to the other.

"Okay."

Jordan nodded. "Why don't you follow us? Allen? Let's take your car. I'll get mine later."

"That's fine by me."

Allen turned to Chaus. "We'll make sure not to lose you. Is everyone ready to go?"