On Show

ON SHOW

Grace

" O h come onnnn, just a little taste!" Zeke's whine was audible over the shuffling and clanking of the team rushing to finish opening tasks before the club filled with Hell's most insatiable creatures.

Red and I turned to each other, the sharp points of his fangs denting his full bottom lip as we both tried and failed to hold back laughter. I looked away quickly, finding it ten times harder to keep my amusement under wraps when I made eye contact with him.

Eli's brows furrowed and his lip curled up in disgust as he looked down at the concoction Zeke was pushing in his direction.

"There's no way in Hell I'm putting that in my mouth," Eli grumbled, pushing the glass back across the bar to Zeke, who pouted dramatically.

"First time I've ever heard him say that," Red muttered to me. I burst out laughing so hard I had to clutch the edge of the bar to keep from doubling over, earning myself a glare from Eli that lacked any real heat.

"He's bullying me, flame," Zeke said to me, whining in that bratty way of his. I grinned at him, hearing Eli groan and Red chuckle as Zeke and I teamed up against them as usual.

"Stifling your creativity," I agreed, winking at my demon.

"If you're on his side, then you drink it, darling," Eli challenged, his tone cool and even while his dark eyes gleamed with mischief.

He'd caught me out, and he knew it. Whatever mixture of liquor and mixers Zeke had chucked together to create the weird green drink was absolutely not going into my body.

"That's what I thought," Eli said, pinning me with a look that promised punishment. My skin heated under his gaze, and I clenched my thighs.

"Are you gonna punish us for talking back and teaming up against you?" I teased Eli, hoping he'd say yes.

But my mate just shook his head, amusement and lust lighting up our bond. His eyes dropped to my neck, where my collar adorned my skin.

"Ezekiel will have to take his punishment alone tonight," Eli said darkly, "Harlow's got plans for you, darling."

My breath hitched. I searched out my bond with Harlow, finding anticipation glowing through our connection. My bonds with the others were full of lust, need, desire and excitement, all feeding into my emotions.

"What's she going to do?" I asked, but from the look on Eli and Red's faces, I knew they wouldn't tell me. Not knowing only made the anticipation all the sweeter.

Before I could ask any more questions, the doors to the club opened and patrons poured in.

Music began to play over the speakers as a line formed at the bar and Zeke began making nice, drinkable cocktails for our patrons. I got swept up in greeting people and swaying on the dance floor. Eli's eyes were trained on Red and I as we danced while Excess came alive with revelry.

I was making my way back to Zeke, in need of a drink, when the lights and music dimmed.

As soon as she stepped into the room, Harlow stole my attention. She was dressed in black leather trousers and a harness, her breasts covered by a strip of fabric wrapped around her torso. My mouth watered. Harlow's eyes found mine, though she addressed the crowd as a whole.

"Tonight's show is about to start," my mate declared, her voice like velvet sliding against my skin. "Anyone interested in watching may make their way to the viewing room now."

I looked around for my other mates to ask what exactly tonight's show was, but they'd vanished.

Meet me backstage, pet, Harlow purred down the bond. I shuddered, not even questioning disobeying her instruction. Harlow had earned my trust, especially after everything we'd been through.

My feet carried me through the crowd. Some of the guests were making their way to private rooms, but the majority were heading through the open door to the room with a stage at the front and seats set out for the audience to watch from. I slipped in, quickly rushing around the back of the stage to the small area where we stored props and equipment.

Harlow was waiting, leaning against a St Andrew's cross and examining her nails. She didn't look up when I entered, not reacting to my presence until I was right in front of her. Knowing what she wanted, both from experience and through being so connected to her in our bond, I sank to my knees in front of her.

"Such a well-trained little pet," she praised, petting my hair and smoothing it out of my face. She twined the red strands around her fingers, her other hand dropping to the collar clasped around my throat. She took the heart shaped tag between her thumb and forefinger, humming thoughtfully. "Remind me, pet, what does this collar say?"

I swallowed thickly, staring up at her. "Property of Harlow Jackson," I breathed, repeating the inscription that was ingrained both on the collar and in my memory. This collar was one of the most precious things I'd ever been given, both for the fact it was beautiful—made of pink leather and gold studs—and for what it symbolised.

"That's right," Harlow cooed, a sharp nail dragging across my jaw. The touch made goosebumps break out over my skin, sending a rush through me. "You might be our mate, mine and Eli's and Red's and Zeke's…but you're my pet. Isn't that right?"

I nodded, leaning into her touch, chasing her praise. "Yes."

"Yes, what, sweet girl?" Harlow asked, gripping my jaw tighter, forcing me to look up at her.

"Yes, Master," I breathed, correcting myself.

Her thumb dragged across my bottom lip, and I fought the urge to nip at the digit. I wanted to know what all of this was about too much to risk derailing it by earning a punishment for disobeying.

"Do you want to know what tonight's show is, pet?"

"Please, Master."

The silver ring around Harlow's eyes brightened for a second at my submission, her inner lioness pushing closer to the surface. I could feel her animal's contentment down the bond, my panther preening at pleasing her mate.

"It's you," Harlow whispered.

Her desire washed through me, intoxicating and full of warmth. Heat settled low in my gut as my pussy pulsed with need.

"Let me put you on show, pretty pet," my master said, hooking her finger into the ring of my collar. "Show them all how well trained you are."

There was very little I wouldn't let her do. Last time we'd performed for the club had given me a rush like no other. The adrenaline and anticipation sent shock waves through me.

"I can feel how much you want it," she hummed, "but I need you to use your words, sweet girl."

I swallowed, trying to make my tongue form actual words. "I want that, please, Master."

"Then heel like a good little pet," she demanded. Something jingled, and in the next second she hooked something onto my collar and tugged gently.

A leash .

Zeke

I couldn't help the groan that spilled from my mouth as my little flame crawled out from the curtains and onto the stage. Her shiny orange dress rode up around her hips, giving us glimpses at the pink lace between her legs. Harlow held a leather leash in her hand that matched the collar, leading Grace to the centre of the stage.

I was front and centre of the audience, flanked by Red and Eli. As soon as I figured out what was going on, I handed over responsibility of the bar to Perri and hauled ass into the stage room. I wasn't going to miss this show for the damn world. They'd barely even started and I was already rock hard and practically drooling. One glimpse at my little flame, one moan from her lips, and I was filled with need. With Red and Eli occasionally letting their hand splay across my thigh or trace down my side, I was a mess of pent up lust.

Eli's dark chuckle sent shivers over me. I glanced to my left, finding the silver fingers of his left arm tapping against his thigh oh so casually. His face was a careful mask of amusement, but his other hand cupped my thigh and there was no hiding the outline of his cock pressing against his zipper.

"See how stunning our mate is?" Red whispered in my ear, his voice husky.

My flame was as burning hot as her namesake. No adjectives did her justice. Her thick thighs were spread as she kneeled obediently at Harlow's feet, that leash attached to her collar wrapped around Harlow's wrist, giving complete control to her master. Her soft stomach and breasts were outlined by the silky material of her dress, her red waves spilling down her back. I watched, rapt, as Harlow tugged on the leash and Grace fell forward as her master spread her thighs.

"Are you hungry, pet?" Harlow asked, raising her voice loud enough for the starving audience to hear.

"Yes, Master," Grace whimpered, big blue eyes looking up at her mate.

Harlow made quick work of shoving her leather trousers down, exposing her pussy to Grace's desperate eyes.

"Then eat."

Grace wasted no time lunging forward and burying her face between Harlow's thighs. My flame's loud moan shot straight to my cock and I slid off my chair to my knees on the floor between Eli and Red. The stage lights were on, but the rest of the audience was dark, and for a minute, I felt like nobody else existed but our group.

Red's smirk made my lips curve up in a grin. "You hungry too, baby?" he asked, and I nodded eagerly.

I dropped my jaw in invitation, sticking my tongue out and letting saliva pool. Red cursed, and the dark gleam I loved so much sparkled in Eli's eyes. Hell yes.

"Wait," Eli growled when Red's hands went to the front of his trousers. Eli jerked his head to the side of the room, away from the crowd. "Over there. No arguments, little brat, or I'll make sure you stay starving , understood?"

There was a witty retort on the tip of my tongue but if there's one thing I knew about Eli it was that he didn't make empty threats. And I was far too turned on to risk that tonight. Grace's moans and pleading from the stage had me fit to come in my damn pants, and I didn't have a single scrap of shame in my body at that fact.

Quickly, I followed them both to the side, where Eli let Red in on a plan that I didn't hear. Judging by Red's smirk, though, I was in trouble.

I loved trouble.

"On your knees where you belong, brat," Eli rumbled, expectation in his eyes.

I obeyed, dropping to my knees so fast there was an audible thump that made Red chuckle under his breath.

"Such a needy boy," Red hummed, sliding his hands through my hair.

Red had his back to the wall, with the stage on our right and Eli blocking my view of the audience to the left.

"Mouth open, hands on your knees. Keep your eyes on our girl," Eli demanded. "Let Red fuck that pretty throat, little brat."

I did exactly as he said, eagerly fixing my gaze to where our girl was spread out over the stage by Harlow. I opened my mouth wide, moaning as the bumps and ridges of Red's Jacob's ladder piercings pressed over my tongue until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Red groaned, low and slow, and my body lit up. I couldn't help a glance in his direction, finding his brows furrowed, his fangs coaxing a bead of blood from his lower lip. Images of him feeding from me, those fangs pressed deep into my throat or thigh or wrist, made me shudder.

"Should've known you wouldn't behave for more than a second," Eli said darkly, and fuck if I couldn't keep my eyes off him either. It wasn't my fault all my loves were literally hotter than Hell. Besides, Eli didn't call me little brat without reason. Being bad felt just as good as being…well…good. Grace was a good girl at heart, as evidenced by her gorgeous display on stage, and I balanced us out with my attitude. Though, she could be just as bratty as me when she wanted to.

The warm silver metal of Eli's prosthetic hand cupped the back of my neck. Through my lashes, I saw his other hand grip Red's hip, holding the vampire still as he pushed my head towards his pelvis, until my nose brushed his skin. I swallowed around his length, tongue tracing those piercings I loved so fucking much, as Eli held me in place.

"Fuck, look at them," Red groaned, and Eli chuckled darkly.

"Don't fill our brat's throat so fast," he taunted, fingers flexing in my hair as Red's hands trembled with desire where he cups my jaw. "Disobedient little brats don't get their mate's cum without working for it."

I whined as best I could with a mouth full of Red's dick, and Eli tugged my hair, pulling me off him and turning my head to the side for a moment. Grace was on her knees, poised over a glistening purple toy, Harlow's hand tight around her leash and one foot planted on her thigh. She pushed, releasing the pressure on the leash, and my little flame sank down, whimpering so beautifully as she took the toy.

Shit, between all of them, I was strung so tight I'd snap with one touch.

Without warning, Eli took control again. I moaned as he controlled my movements, bobbing my head up and down on Red's cock. His other hand dug into Red's hip, and one glance upward showed the two of them locked in a kiss, a droplet of dark blood dripping down Eli's chin where Red's fangs had cut his lip. I wanted to lap it up.

"Such a good, pretty, perfect pet," Harlow praised Grace on stage. "Show everyone how stunning you are when you come. Let them see you obey your Master, sweet girl."

Pleasure seared through my chest. Grace's mate bond lit up with bliss as she shattered. Red cursed, Eli panting and tugging at my hair, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain that I was helpless to resist. Red's hips thrust, and I shuddered with my own pleasure as he spilled down my throat. The second their hands dropped from my face, I surged to my feet, stealing Eli's mouth in a kiss and drawing my tongue through the drip of blood, savouring the mix of him and Red on my tongue.

The stage curtains fell shut, but I was already moving, needing to kiss my flame and tell her how goddamn hot she was, just in case she didn't see our little show in the audience.

Red and Eli were seconds behind me as I hunted down our girl, following the tug of our mate bond. Harlow and Grace were bundled up on a green velvet chaise in a private room, Grace's cheeks flushed, her hair mussed and the mouthwatering honey sweet scent of her filling the air.

I sprinted to reach her first, and she raised her head from Harlow's lap to grin at me. Harlow huffed as I launched myself onto the end of the chaise and wrapped myself around Grace, burying my face in her neck and kissing her shoulder.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," I moaned. She giggled as she wrapped her arms around me. "So fucking hot. Gods, Grace, you're a dream." Her soft stomach and plush thighs were next as I kissed every inch of her, wanting the taste of all of my loves on my tongue.

Eli and Red murmured to her, checking in on her as Harlow moved so there was space for us all.

"You like being on show for your mates, darling?" Eli asked, and Grace nodded, her red hair bouncing with the movement.

"I like you all putting on a show for me, too," she said with a grin. I loved the fact that she saw exactly how wild she drove us.

"You tired, honey?" Red asked, attentive as always. "You want to go home for the night?"

Grace pouted, looking offended at the mere suggestion. "One show and you think I'm worn out? You should know just how much I can take before I need rest," she sassed back, and I cackled with laughter, nipping at her skin.

"Zeke's influence," Harlow muttered, but there was no malice in her tone, just lighthearted humour. I raised my head, winking at her, before turning back to Grace.

"Got enough energy to dance with me, flame?" I asked, wanting to feel her move and twirl against me on the dance floor.

She jumped up, still wearing her collar though the leash had been removed, round cheeks rosy and eyes gleaming in the low light of the room.

"I always want to dance with you, Zeke," she said, smiling as Red wrapped his arms around her and kissed her throat.

She shrieked with laughter when I tugged her away from him and pulled her out of the room to the dance floor. Our mates laughed and shouted after us as I whisked her away.

Watching her dance was just as much a show as what Harlow did to her on stage, and I planned on having all three of them panting after her again by the end of the night. Teasing our mates was what I did best, after all.

With Grace's body plastered against mine, Eli and Harlow watching from the bar, and Red bracketing her back to press her between us, we danced.

This story features the characters from The Surrender Duet , a paranormal reverse harem/polyamorous dark romance duet set in Hell. The relationship dynamic is MMMFF. Eli, Red, Ezekiel and Grace are all together (everyone with everyone), but while Harlow is happy to share Grace with the others, she herself is only involved with Grace.