Chapter 20: Greer

Chapter Twenty

Greer

T he sex club reminds me a lot of The Den back in Haven. A terrible pang of sadness hits out of nowhere, but I do my best to push those feelings down. The scent of sex is almost overpowering as Reign guides me through the more open club area of Rut. Though it resembles the interior of Chaos, the atmosphere has an entirely unique vibe, like everyone knows what they’re here for.

“It’s going to be a lot,” Reign says close to my ear as he leans down behind me. “Especially with how sensitive your senses are immediately after being turned, but I’ve got you.”

There are two guards blocking either side of a set of double doors. The one on the right spots Reign and smirks, pushing his ass against the door and holding it open for us.

“I don’t think any of us were expecting Seiran back,” the guy says as Reign leads me past. “It’s a full-blown fuckfest in there.”

“Thanks, Mario.” Reign’s arm falls over my shoulder, and he keeps it close to my neck as it dangles down my front. He wiggles his fingers, and I place my hand in his.

My heart pangs.

Seiran is an incubus and they feed off sex, but I thought, once bonded, they only fed from their mates.

Reign leads us into the darkened corridor, and the heavy door closes us in.

I freeze in my tracks, shaking my head. “Maybe I shouldn’t go in there.”

“It’s your call, but I think you’ll regret it if you don’t.” Reign’s shadows slide around my front as he squeezes my hand, and it feels extra comforting. “Have a little faith. Seiran isn’t going to disappoint you.”

“Okay,” I agree.

Reign kisses my cheek, and his hold on my middle tightens. I’m not sure if he lifts me, or if his shadows do, but the next thing I know, I’m standing on his boots with my back against his chest.

“The rooms upstairs cater to every type of fantasy and fetish. There are private rooms and several small communal areas, but nothing quite as grandiose as the first floor,” he says, striding down the long, dark hallway.

My ass bumps his thighs, and my back rubs around his stomach and chest. It’s quite a unique mode of transportation. It’s kind of like he’s carrying me, but his palm rests on my middle and his shadows do most of the work.

The sounds of sex get louder the farther we make it down the hallway.

At the end, it opens up to a dimly lit entryway. There is a door on the right and the left, with signs above them. If you go through either open doorways, you have no choice but to follow the stairs up.

Then there are two closed doors on the far sides of the wall straight ahead. They each have signs above them, but I don’t have time to read the information as Reign strides toward the middle, which is open.

Once on the other side, my jaw falls.

The room is framed with three glass boxes on each side of the room. A quick swivel of my head proves most are in use.

Straight ahead is the orgy Reign promised we’d find. Black benches line a circle in the center of the room. There has to be at least twenty different monsters fucking on the giant mattress in the middle, and the benches have random couples, throuples, and more.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, blinking like a total goofball.

The Monster’s Den has mostly private theaters and pools for the aquatic monsters.

I’ve never seen anything like this.

Not that I’m appalled.

I just don’t know where to look.

One of the glass rooms to the left houses a kraken with a woman suspended in its tentacles. There are more monstrous couples fucking against the glass wall of the next room as they watch whatever show is being put on.

My eyes finally land on what looks like a stage at the far end of the massive space. There are three club chairs facing out toward the room.

Seiran sits sideways across the middle chair, with his wings stretched behind him and his tail holding his phone. That would make me snort, but an uncomfortable feeling slithers through me as I spot a man and two women sitting on the floor by the feet of the chair.

One of the women snakes a hand up, running it over his thigh. He doesn’t even glance away from his phone as he snatches her fingers in his and relocates her hand to the other female’s shoulder.

I barely have time to process that before the man reaches up, caressing Seiran’s ankle. My incubus rolls his eyes and gently kicks the man’s hand away.

“It’s not him they want but his magic,” Reign says softly. “They can’t help but be drawn toward it.”

“Yeah,” I say absently. “God, he looks so bored.”

“It’s a job to him, darling. Nothing more. And, for many years, he boosted everyone’s lust to simply ensure Novak’s business succeeded. He didn’t take a penny of the proceeds that he helped us accumulate.” Reign shrugs. I can’t see it, since he’s still behind me, but I can feel it.

My fists clench as the other woman on the floor tries to climb into Seiran’s lap. He pulls his tail aside, resting his phone against the back of the chair, and grabs the woman’s hands. He says something I can’t make out and relocates her to the floor.

“You should save him.” Reign chuckles darkly, and his dirty thoughts seem to vibrate down my spine. Fine, it doesn’t make any sense, but I swear I can feel what he’s thinking. “Mmm, yes, that too. Are you open to a little exhibitionism? I do love to watch.”

I lick my lips, nodding my agreement. I’ve never been opposed to watching or being watched, but I’ve also never had sex in front of as many people as currently fill this area of the club. Still, it could be fun.

Reign starts forward and waves at one of the men standing near the edge of the stage. “Remove them.” He flicks his fingers toward the cluster, who are still harassing Seiran. “Or did you want to do that, darling? It could be sexy to watch.”

The man tries his best to crawl up the edge of the chair. His hands come to rest on Seiran’s thighs, and I hear myself hiss as I shake out of Reign’s hold.

I’m not sure if the touchy-feely guy is human or some supernatural that isn’t obvious, like a warlock, but I’m up the stairs and pulling him off my incubus before I can stop myself.

My nails are full-blown vampire claws, digging into his neck. His eyes meet mine, and they’re so hazy, I almost feel bad.

Reign’s chuckle fills the air as the sound of his booted feet stop just behind me. “You are faster now. Also, and don’t take this the wrong way, considerably more agile. Although, if you don’t remove your claws from his throat, I believe you might behead him.”

“Don’t touch my mate,” I snap, releasing the human. His arousal sits heavy in the air, making my nose wrinkle. “Perhaps you can find someone else willing to entertain you for the rest of the night, but you won’t find that here.”

“Move along,” Reign says, grabbing the guy.

As I turn my attention to Seiran, his wide smile comes into view. My shoulders bounce. I’m not sure if that was inappropriate, but we’re bonded now. My instincts couldn’t stand seeing that man touch him.

“You publicly claimed me ,” my sexy incubus says, dropping his phone haphazardly near the back of the chair. His tail strikes, wrapping around my arm and pulling me between his legs. He looks like a lazy king, stretched sideways across his throne. The way his bone-tipped wings flex only adds to his dangerously sexy appeal.

Holy shit. It’s a little unreal to comprehend this fine hunk of monster is all mine . I really hope he doesn’t have any regrets, because I don’t.

Seiran tugs my arm, and I climb up the arm of the chair. “Reign picked that dress.” His black, void-like eyes glimmer.

“Yes,” I agree as I climb over his pelvis, sitting on his lap.

My hands come to rest on his bare shoulders, and I vaguely wonder if he ever bothers with shirts. In Haven, it isn’t uncommon for demons to wear glamours to hide their wings, horns, and tail. But I really love how Seiran is unapologetically himself.

“I can tell,” Seiran says, cupping my tits over the sparkly gold and silver sequin. “I can see the curve of your tits, and don’t get me started on what it does to your hips and ass.”

A warmth fills my chest. If he could keep the compliments coming, I wouldn’t complain a bit. It’s addictive being able to sense his genuine attraction to me through the bond.

And it really is one of the prettiest dresses I’ve ever seen. Fae are sensitive to fabrics, so I never would have picked this for myself, but it hangs off my curves in a way that makes me feel stunning. Or maybe I’m high off the power I got from drinking from Reign.

It’s hard to tell.

“It’s not the dress, kitten. You are gorgeous,” Seiran says before capturing my mouth.

Silvery-bluish-pink magic spills into the kiss, and I swallow it down greedily. My core grinds over the zipper on his jeans as massive hands land on my hips. The tender touches remind me of the way Reign held me in the shower and on our unconventional walk to the stage.

“The two of you make for a delicious pair,” Reign says, kissing over my shoulder. He encounters the thin spaghetti strap of the dress, but he doesn’t let it stop him as he moves higher.

Seiran swirls his tongue over his bondmark and groans obscenely. “I was practically empty when you walked in. Fueling all of this…it was taking everything I had, but you just completely topped me off.”

My fingers run over his pecs and into the indents of his abs.

“That’s right. Greer became your sole food source when you bonded.” Reign’s hands slide up my thighs and under my dress. “You share life force now. He might be able to pick up scraps by feeding from the masses, but the bond will encourage him to feed solely from you.”

My lower lip quivers as my eyes meet Seiran’s dark voids. “I’m so sorry you had to give up your freedom to save me.”