Ume caught Julie’s gaze, and swallowed a sound of surprise. She was faking it? But why? The minute
she thought the question she knew the answer.
Julie wanted to be alone with Liam.
“Are you sure, Jules?”
“I’m sure.”
The couple turned and made their way out of the crowded club, leaving Ume alone with Sinner and Manx. Talk about dangerous. “Anybody else hungry?”
Manx leaned back against the wall, his heavy-lidded gaze seductive. “I’m always hungry. Ask Sinner.”
Her warrior chuckled, dipping his chin in agreement. “It’s true. We’ve shared enough meals together for me to know we have similar appetites.”
“You’re not talking about food are you?” Had she just said that out loud? She clapped her hand over her mouth and the two men threw back their heads, their loud laughs drawing several envious female gazes.
“No, Ume, we’re not.” Sinner snared her gaze, his expression turning intent. “Does it shock you that we’ve shared women? Manx and I are very much alike. We both like to control a woman’s pleasure. Every aspect. To give her more than she thinks she can take.”
He looked down at her flushed neck, watching her rapid pulse and his lips quirked. “And Ume, a kitsune can take a lot. But I think you know that. You can feel that. So tell us… How hungry are you?”
Something stirred to life inside her. Something wicked. Wild. She knew what he was asking for. What he was offering. Both of them. Two beautiful, sensual men, focused on her.
If she were herself, in the real world, she might hesitate. Probably. Julie had been right the other day. Ume, before her drunken ex had run them both off the road, was known for being daring. Taking risks. Trying anything. But she’d learned from her mistakes. Or she thought she had.
Only now, she was a kitsune. She was a wild, magical creature whose thighs were already tingling at the thought of what might await her should she agree.
She licked her lips and jumped in with both feet. “I’m starving.”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
Sinner took her hand in his and stood, tugging her behind him without waiting for Manx.
Ume’s laugh was breathless. “Impatient?”
A large black door opened as if by magic and Sinner dragged her through before pressing her against the wall. His face was taut with restrained desire. “For you, Ume.”
He pressed his hardening erection against her, and she hummed, feeling his heat through their clothes. His long, dark lashes flickered. “As long as you’re here you are mine. No matter what happens behind these walls. Do you understand?”
A thrill shot through her, but she lifted her chin, feeling bolder than she’d ever been before. “I suppose if I forget you’ll just have to find a way to remind me.”
“Fuck, she’s perfect, isn’t she?” Manx’s rough sigh made her jump.
Sinner smiled grimly. “Yes. For me.”
“We’ll see.” Manx held up his hands and moved down the hallway, opening another door that led, Ume guessed, to a private room.
Sinner half carried, half dragged her alongside him, restless energy pouring off him in waves. He seemed edgy, and Ume wondered why. She’d already said yes to the dirtiest fantasy she’d ever had, hadn’t she?
Moments later she heard the door close behind her, but she couldn’t move. This was not a bedroom. It looked more like the romper room of the damned. Chains dangled from the walls, and red silk ropes hung from the ceiling. There was a tall, round beanbag-looking couch, a few metal chairs, and one glass cabinet filled with things she’d only seen for sale online.
But no bed.
Maybe a threesome wasn’t the dirtiest fantasy she’d ever had, because as insane as her logical mind was telling her this was, it was seriously turning her on.
“She’s not running.”
“No, she’s not.”