“If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you up to the main dance area.”
She turned and led the way up the long hallway that was all cream-and-gold elegance. It wasn’t trying to be sexy, just warm and sophisticated, and in that it succeeded. There were doors to the left and the right, and they all led into private dining rooms. I’d never used them myself, but I knew there was a mix of styles, from bohemian and medieval to ordinary, six-star dining.
“No cameras,” Lucian murmured. “Isn’t that a little unusual in an establishment that caters to a certain type of clientele?”
“Oh, the cameras are there,” Katie answered, before I could. “We have the latest systems installed, be it
infrared, heat-activated, or motion, and everything that happens in this establishment is recorded.”
“Everything?” he said.
“Of course.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “It protects both our clients and ourselves. But the recordings are scrambled on multiple levels. Without the proper code, they would be useless to anyone.”
A gold-and-glass staircase came into view, sweeping up toward two heavily carved oak doors. A grand entrance to a discreet but beautiful dance floor.
We climbed the stairs. At the top, Katie swiped her pass through the slot, then leaned toward the iris scanner. Once that had been checked, one of the massive doors clicked open. She grabbed the handle and opened it wider.
“Have a good time, Ms. Jones and Mr. Dupont.”
We walked through the doors. The room was bright, lit by the sunshine filtering in through the glass-and-steel ceiling that soared high above us. Like the glass in our warehouse, the ceiling was electrochromic, so it could be darkened to cut much of the heat, and it was also one-way. The many buildings that looked down on us couldn’t actually see anything. The room itself was large, and had kept the industrial feel of its origins. The old brick walls were a feature, and industrial artwork and old bits of machinery decorated the walls. The dance floor dominated, but the old cobblestones were covered by a clear plastic mix that smoothed the stones and provided a nonslip surface. Private rooms lined the west wall, and a large bar dominated the rear of the room. The changing rooms were located on the right.
Music swirled around us, heavy and melodic, filling the room with its sensual and erotic beat. The dance floor was packed, the lunchtime crowd obviously staying late today. My nostrils flared, taking in the rich aroma of lust and sex as I allowed the ambience of the room to soak through my pores, into my very bones. An answering tremor of excitement coursed through me. I loved this place. It had always been something of a refuge for me—a safe retreat in a world that seemed intermittently to go mad.
“This is very civilized,” Lucian said, his green eyes holding an unearthly glitter in the brightness of the room. “And totally different in feel from the other clubs I’ve been to.”
“It feels the same once you’re on the dance floor,” I said, then pointed. “Your changing room is over there. I’ll meet you out on the dance floor.”
“Don’t start without me.”
I grinned. “If you’re not there on time, I most certainly will.”
He laughed and strolled casually toward the men’s changing room. I headed for the ladies’, storing my clothes, keys, and purse in a locker before scanning in my prints to lock it and then heading back out.
I paused on the steps heading down to the main floor, looking for any sign of Lucian. There was a sea of brown and black hair out there, interspersed with red, but no gold. He hadn’t come out of the changing rooms yet.
Grinning, I headed down. Closer to the dance floor, the sensual beat of the music was accompanied by grunts of pleasure and the slap of flesh against flesh. Desire quickened and my breath caught. I should have come here sooner. Zane might be a safe and passionate partner, but there were plenty of others here willing—and more than able—to fulfill my need.
I began making my way into the crowd. The press of flesh made my skin tingle with excitement, and my already erratic heart raced that much harder. I danced, I flirted, and I quickly caught the attention of a brown wolf—a big-shouldered, hard-bodied man a few inches taller than myself.
We danced, and while it was both playful and sensual, it was also very much an erotic foreplay. We teased each other, sharing caresses, kisses, pressing our bodies close and enjoying the slide of flesh against flesh.
I sensed Lucian before I saw him. The heat of him wrapped around me—a touch more electric than the caresses of the brown wolf. Then his hands slid around my waist and he cupped my breasts, his touch teasing, playful. He pressed me back against him, his body like steel against my spine, his erection pressing teasingly between the cheeks of my rear. Little flash fires of desire skittered across my already overheated skin, and I half expected him to herd me away from the wolf. Instead, he pressed me closer, until I was the meat inside a sandwich of two sexy, hard-muscled men.
And oh, it was good.
We continued to dance, the wolf’s touch roaming across my hips and down between my legs, teasing my clit and sending waves of pleasure spiraling through my body. Lucian’s clever fingers teased and pinched my nipples, his breath warm against my neck and ear, the kisses he dropped across my shoulders and neck as sensual as his touch. And his touch had me melting.
All around us people danced and made love, and the smell of sex was so fierce it was almost liquid. We danced some more, played some more, teasing and tasting, nipping and kissing one another, until the need that pulsed among the three of us became all-consuming.
Just when I thought I could stand no more, Lucian’s hands slid from my breasts to my hips, forcing me to bend forward, then holding me steady as he entered from behind. It felt so damn good I groaned.
In this position, I took the wolf’s rigid shaft in my mouth, teasing his head with my tongue, then moving down his shaft, exploring his length before my lips touched him, drawing him deeper into my mouth. I timed my movements with Lucian’s, and savored the sensations flowing through me—the growing fierceness of hunger and need coming from the two men to either side of me. Waves of pleasure rippled my skin, their power increasing as our movements became fiercer, harder, until pleasure was a molten force that would not be denied. Then my orgasm ripped through me, temporarily stilling my movements as it spun me over the abyss and into that space of pure and utter bliss. A heartbeat later the two men came, Lucian inside me and the wolf in my mouth, until all three of us were replete and satisfied.
I rose, kissed the wolf, then stepped back into Lucian’s embrace.
“Not a bad opener,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder softly before adding, “Thanks, friend.”
The wolf nodded and spun away, pressing himself thicker into the throng of flesh and desire. Lucian’s fingers slid down to mine, then he tugged me forward, away from the press of flesh and toward one of the privacy rooms.