Page 57 of Jay's Silence
The woman with little horns bumped Tyson’s hip with hers and put her hands in the air. “To the window!” She sang along with the music, as did half the people in the room. “To the wall. Till the sweat drops down my balls.”
My heart raced unhappily.
Suddenly, Lux was in front of me. The air prince grabbed my hands and moved his hips from side to side before leaning forward and standing on his toes. “It’s a club, like in the videos. Relax and dance.”
“This isn’t dancing,” I growled. “I don’t know what videos you’re referring to. I don’t like technology.”
Lux shrugged and shuffled his feet, his hips moving more fluidly than most of the women around us. Tyson grabbed Jay’s hand and spun her, making her laugh and flush while a different woman placed her back against Tysons and pressed into him.
I didn’t like it. Any of it.
The bass thumped, and Jay caught my eye, leaning her head further into the crowd. I nodded. Feeling like the only sane one in our group, I put myself in the back so I could keep an eye out. Lux danced directly ahead of me as we made our way across the mass. More than one head turned as we went. A small group of women danced in our wake, giggling and pointing, obviously trying to get our attention.
The memory of the portal mage’s gaze unabashedly resting on my dick as he warned us about supernatural trafficking added a layer of unease I wasn’t used to feeling. Sweat, not just from the press of bodies, ran between my shoulder blades. A woman tried to link arms with me, pulling me in the wrong direction. I didn’t even pretend to dance as I stepped out of her personal space and directly into someone else's. For a moment, I lost track of Jay and her line of dragon princes before Tyson’s red hair reflected the light of a golden spotlight. But he wasn’t moving.
I cursed and pushed through the bodies. If we got separated in here, that would be it. The sheer magnitude of the noise, lights, and smells suppressed my dragon senses. I squeezed between a group of dancers and found Tyson staring down at a short woman whose breasts were easily half her body weight. A bright pink corset pushed them up and together. A line of something white and sparkling ran from her collarbone into her cleavage.
It was her tits, that was it.Tyson’s exact words came back to me.
“Tyson,” I warned, but the music swallowed my voice.
My stomach twisted as the fire prince leaned down, only to straighten back up and shake his head. I bit back a smile. He kept his head, something I doubted he’d ever truly wanted to do before.
Suddenly, the bass line shifted. A piercing scratching noise made the music quiet. A new song burst to life. Every girl around me jumped and squealed, the big-breasted one included.
The sparkling powder on her tits flew up into the air, including the bottle of it she still held open in her hand. I had no idea what the powder was, but the man warned us not to ingest anything.
Time slowed down.
Lux took a breath, and sparkling particles flew into his mouth. Worse, Tyson looked up just as the bottle turned and emptied right on top of him, covering his face in sparkling white powder.
Time sped up.
I rushed forward, not able to escape the few particles still in the air. The moment they entered my nose, the colors of the room heightened. My blood rushed, making the world seem more exciting. My dick twitched. Even the material of my undergarments gave me too much sensation.
I focused, grabbing the massive-breasted woman and forcing her to meet my eyes.
“What was that?” I yelled.
Her dilated gaze darted around as if seeing the world for the first time. She jumped out of time to the music, her hands flopping as much as her massive breasts.
“Pixie dust. It’s my birthday!” She yelled. She blinked and looked me up and down. “Dance with me! You have to!”
I didn’t have to do anything. I turned from her, finding Tyson’s dragon-slit eyes out and his tail splitting his pants. His pupils were so large they took up most of his face. Next to him,Lux chuckled, his eyes not quite as dilated but his hands as floppy as the woman’s.
Jay came to a stop near a wall on the opposite side. Our usual serene bond bubbled. A body leaned against me. I looked down to find a man twerking up to my hip in a world of his own. It was time to go. I let out a roar that cut through the pumping music, or at least the people trying to mob us. The group stumbled back far enough I could wrap an arm around Lux’s waist before throwing myself toward Tyson and doing the same. Tyson giggled, a sound I didn’t know he could make, and stumbled over his half-grown scaly tail. I cursed as his full weight fought my grip.
Virtually carrying the two princes, I plowed through the jumpers, disrupting little dance circles and sending people flying. Tyson moaned, the sound so guttural and sexual it made my oversensitive dick tingle with need. The bodies around us turned, faces flushed. I didn’t stop, and Tyson wrapped his tail around my waist, trying to turn his body. If his dick touched my hip, I was dropping him—one of Jay’s mates or not.
On my other arm, Lux threw his hands in the air, almost clocking me and making me stumble to the left. I collided with a body just as it came down from a jump, causing him to run into the body next to him and the one after that. I cursed, suddenly wishing I could kiss Lux and knock him unconscious like Jay had.
Instead of stopping to apologize to the small group now sprawled on the floor, I plowed forward. Twelve steps later, the crowd thinned, and I found Jay’s worried face looking for us. We made eye contact, and her shoulders relaxed, only for her eyes to widen as she stared behind me.
A hard hand grabbed my shoulder. I dropped Tyson and Lux, spinning on the balls of my feet, ready for a fight. Lux caughthimself, giggling and gripping my arm, while Tyson fell to the floor, mumbling and swatting at nothing.
Although my hands were up in a guard position, I dropped them. I’d never seen anything like the creature now in front of me. Made of pure stone, the eyeless mass of dark grey was vaguely human-shaped. It only came up to my shoulders. A few bits of moss clung to its joints. Its head rotated down, taking in the partially shifted Tyson at my feet, one horn now poking out of his head.
“Shit,” Jay came up on my side. “That’s a golem. There’s a mage controlling it.” She looked to either side. “We don’t want to draw outside attention, and we want nothing to do with Club V. It was just our doorway to England.”