Dancing with the Devil (Ravens Ruin MC 3)

The burn of the alcohol is a lackluster replacement for the feel of his skin, but my desires don’t seem to be top priority now.

“TJ wears condoms,” Xena counters. “Always.”

“Tell that to my pussy.” I push the shot glass back through the cage and take the second one she offers me.

Xena’s smile is wide and knowing as she tilts her head, indicating for me to look back at TJ.

“Touch me again without my permission, and you’ll never see the inside of this clubhouse again.” TJ releases the grip he has on Legs’s wrist. As she walks away, he turns his attention to some guy beside him. She’s an afterthought before she even makes it across the room. My eyes track Legs, but the sight of Kai with his mouth buried in some woman’s crotch as some huge guy pounds into him from behind captures my attention.

Next, it’s a breathy moan from the other side of the room that demands my eyes. Two women on their knees are taking turns sucking on a man’s cock as he holds a conversation with Lynch, TJ’s brother. Zoe, who I met earlier, sits on Lynch’s other side and smiles down at the women as they pleasure the man.

“Does it turn you on?” Xena’s voice is like the devious devil on my shoulder.

My tongue traces my lower lip as I nod, but my eyes never leave the action going on around the room. Everywhere I look, people are fucking and sucking and taking pleasure from each other. Some are being handled roughly, and before I met TJ I’d be concerned for their safety, but I’d bet my father’s life savings that there isn’t a dry pussy in this place. Each and every one of them is giving the others exactly what they want.

“Is this like some sort of orgy cult?” I whisper.

The scene playing out before me is something I’ve seen before, only these girls don’t seem high to the point of not being able to protest, and the men are pleasuring them as much as they are taking their pleasure from them. Consensualness is the difference, and fuck if it doesn’t change the atmosphere completely.

“We just like to have fun,” Xena answers as she pushes another shot into the cage for me.

“I want to have some fun,” I tell her before tossing the shot back.

As Xena stands and walks around the cage, my eyes once again drift to the action on the sofa. Kai is now buried in the woman he was eating earlier, and the man who I presume is Professor is still inside of him. It takes all the strength I can muster to keep my fingers out of my bare pussy as Kai shifts his hips back and forth, fucking into the woman on his forward thrust and taking Professor deeper when he pulls out of her.

My sense of propriety over TJ is the only thing that pulls my attention from the lustful things going on around me. Xena leans in close, her hand resting on his forearm as she whispers in TJ’s ear. His lips turn down in a frown at first, but then lift in a menacing grin as she continues to talk, and they’re sparkling with mischievous intent by the time she pulls away, and he looks down at me.

Without a word he walks around to the front of the cage and opens the door, offering me his hand to climb out. I falter at first, unsure if I want what he has in store, but another moan from across the room fills the air. It’s the needy clench of my pussy that draws me out.

“Xena tells me you want to have a little fun,” TJ whispers in my ear as he holds me to his chest. The erection fighting to escape from his jeans can’t be ignored. “Is it okay to introduce you to a few people?”

I nod even though I don’t think his introductions are going to include handshakes, full names, and casual small talk.

“Jump up,” he urges as his hands go to my waist. I’m lifted from the floor, and my ass is settled on the top of the cage. He wedges himself between my legs, licking at my mouth before pulling his head back and looking me directly in the eyes. “You can stop this at any time. You know that, right?”

“What’s going to happen?”

“Introductions.” He gives me a quick wink before stepping to the side and turning to face the rest of the room. “Anyone want to introduce themselves to my girl?”

I watch in horror as half of the room starts to stand and make their way closer.

“Anyone with a pussy that wants to introduce themselves to my girl,” he clarifies.

The men grumble and sit back down, but the women continue to advance, forming a line in front of the cage.