Beast and I keep going, giving it to them until they’re so fucking limp from pleasure that they can barely keep up. Only then does he meet my gaze and nod. Fucking finally. I grab Aurora’s hips and pound into her. I’ve been on edge for so long, it takes nothing at all to send me flying. Pressure builds and then I’m coming hard, watching Beast do the same.
It takes several long minutes before I have enough control of my body to get up and dispose of the condom. I come back to find Isabelle cuddling up in the blankets next to Beast and grabbing the remote. She gives me a slow smile. “These parties always end with movie. It’s an unspoken rule.”
We all need time to come down after that, so I nod. “Works for me.” I end up between Aurora and Beast. Isabelle practically drapes herself over all three of us, and we settle in to watch the slasher she picked out. Aurora leans against me and idly braids Isabelle’s hair, while Beast is a solid presence pressed against my other side.
I take Isabelle’s hand and press a kiss to her knuckles. “This was one hell of a surprise.”
“I know.” She sounds half asleep. “I’ll have to get creative to come up with something better.”
I share a look with Beast. We really are lucky fuckers, aren’t we? I grin. “We can’t wait.”This short originally appeared as the October 2020 short for my Patreon. Each month, patrons nominate their favorite couples and characters, vote on one, and I write a brand new short featuring the winner. For more bonus stories, please consider joining my Patreon.13Ladies’ Night in Carver CityAurora“I’m going to invite her.”
Meg sighs and I can practically feel her reluctant amusement before she speaks. “You don’t have to bring every single person under your wing, Aurora.”
She would see it that way. That’s how Meg operates, after all. No matter how aggravated she’ll get if I point it out, she gathers people to her. Hades makes the deals, but Meg is the glue that holds this place together. Every single submissive and Dominant on staff would happily throw themselves in front of a bullet for her, myself included.
I can only take care of myself, and even then it’s a struggle at times.
I turn and look at her. She’s leaning against the bar, as at ease as always. Tonight she’s wearing a pair of pants that are tight enough to be a second skin and a complex black matching bra under an oversized silk button-down shirt that almost looks like she stole it from Hercules’s closet. She catches me looking and smirks. “We’re not having that kind of fun tonight.”
My cheeks heat and I laugh. “Can’t blame me for looking.”
Meg shakes her head. “Focus. Inviting Jasmine along means dealing with Jafar. Are you prepared for that?”
“You say it like he’s a big scary monster.” There was a time when Jafar played with a variety of submissives at the club, including me, but these days he only has eyes for his woman. It’s really, really sweet, though I’m smart enough to never say that in front of him. The man practically walks around with hearts in his eyes, but he’s still one of the scarier people in Carver City.
“I say it like he’s Jafar.” She chuckles. “But if you’re not going to change your mind, let’s get this over with.”
“You like Jasmine.”
“Of course I like Jasmine.” She gives me a wicked grin. “I also like pulling on Jafar’s tail. I just wanted to make sure you were ready for it.”
It shouldn’t rankle that Meg underestimates me, even after all this time. I spent years cultivating a persona that inspires those around me to protect, because I wasn’t strong enough to protect myself. It’s my own fault that the skin doesn’t fit well anymore. I’m making changes, but it stands to reason that it will take longer for others to recognize the difference in me. “I’m ready.”
“Then, by all means.” She motions an elegant hand to the booth tucked in the corner. It’s become Jasmine and Jafar’s customary spot when they spend time in the Underworld. Sometimes Meg joins them, but they tend to stick to themselves. Hence us inviting her along for girl’s night.
I have to lengthen my stride to keep up with Meg. It feels weird to be wearing shoes in the lounge—not to mention actual clothes—but I push the feelings aside. I’m on a mission.
Jasmine looks up as we come to a stop by the table. She’s really, really pretty. Long black hair, flawless medium-brown skin, and big brown eyes. She smiles at Meg. “It’s been a long time.”
Meg shrugs a single shoulder. “You two should get out more. It’s been long enough. Your power base is solidified. Live a little.”