Page 5 of Beastly Armory
“Want to join us?” Duke asks.
After taking another drink from my pint, I point back and forth between the two with the hand holding my glass. “You’re together?”
Duke nods. “Yeah, but there’ll be someone else coming along. Foursome?”
“There she is!” Janna stands, abandoning her Scotch to hug a woman outfitted in black leather pants and a bustier showcasing a fabulous set of tits. The ass of theseductress that led me to the bar has nothing on this woman’s; this one is going to make me come before I stick my dick inside it. Her black hair has been shaved on the sides, styled into a tall mohawk that falls down her back.
The woman’s back muscles flex with her embrace, causing the inked angel wings along each shoulder to flutter. Her arms, chest, and neck are also dotted with tats. As she turns the side of her face to take me in halfheartedly, the dim candlelight reflects several piercings in her face and a series of hoops through her ears.
“You ready?” she asks Janna.
“Dove, this is Max. He’s joining us, right Max?”
Dove and I lock eyes, and for the first time since I was a child, I can see a future. Maybe I will live past twenty-eight if it means entangling myself with her. A corner of her lips threatens to lift, twitching momentarily as she gazes at me. My face freezes in awe. Time no longer exists, or perhaps all times merge into one until her lashes flutter and I return to our present reality.
Swallowing roughly, I find my voice to answer emphatically, “Yep.” Breaking the hold Dove’s eyes had on me, I stand with the others.
“Let’s finish our drinks, shall we?” Duke points to an empty table near the stage.
Light jazz filters through a tinny speaker near the lounge area as we take our seats. Not even being casual about it, my head keeps turning toward Dove as if she holds a leash to tug me around. Each time I take a glance at the dark goddess, her eyes dart away like she had just been looking at me.
“You come here often?” I ask to the group, but direct my question to Dove. Maybe I can get some inside intel about where to lay some pipe bombs.
Dove’s head dips as a cute snort flashes through her nose. Shaking it off, her black mohawk tail glimmers like a starless night when she sits upright again.
Janna’s perfectly outlined lips spread wide. “We’ve met here a few times now. Duke and I come here regularly.”
“How about you?” Since she wouldn’t answer the first time, my eyes stare Dove down, so she has to answer.
A suited waiter sets a tall champagne flute in front of her. It’s not just an ordinary pour of the bubbly; this one has gold sugar around the rim and raspberries at the bottom. Ignoring my question completely, Dove presses the flute to her lips and sips, her honey-colored eyes sticking to mine. As she pokes out her tongue, a flash of an amethyst jeweled ring entrances me. Swirling the gem around the rim to gather the sugar crystals, she causes the glass to sing a high-pitched tune. The vibrations of the sound go straight to my balls. Biting my bottom lip, I contain the groan threatening to escape.
She’s a badass bitch. I want to conquer her. Fuck the shit out of her until she surrenders. Make her submit to my dick alone.
A chuckle from Duke interrupts my trance. “Dove has many talents.”
Dove sits back in her chair and sloshes down her drink with a smirk on her full, pouty lips. Her shouldersshake subtly, as if she’s laughing at me. I take that opportunity to finish my beer.
“What?” I ask her with a slight smile.
She shrugs one shoulder. I want her.
“It looks like we’re ready to go?” Janna says. She points us to a door in the back of the room, which leads to a dimly lit hall. Dove ambles next to me, her eyes traveling up my arm to my face as we walk. Neither of us can look away from each other. Clearly, she’s as interested in me as I am her, and my skin tingles with anticipation of being inside her.
Midway down the narrow stone passage is a black wooden door. A white sign bolted to it reads “Unoccupied,” and Janna slides a panel to the side to read the opposite before holding it open. Inside, the room is covered with more shades of red. A flat, circular bed is draped in a sheet that makes me feel sorry for the poor souls who have to clean up after the patrons. There’s a plush red velvet loveseat with one arm and various chains, ties, and whips that hang on the walls.
I’ve never had sex with three people at the same time. Two women, sure, but not in these types of environments. Before I can ask what the game plan is, Dove turns to me and thrusts something rubbery into my palm. It’s a clear butt plug with a blue jewel on the end.
“Hold this for me?” she asks with a glint in her eyes. Her voice is sultry, and my mouth wants to eat the sound just to get a taste of her.
Janna and Duke embrace and chuckle while their eyes roam over the two of us.
“You need help putting it in?” I say with a tilt of my head, letting her know I’ll dish it out as much as I take it.
Dove turns on her heeled boot and her pert ass bounces with every step toward a shelf for some lube. When she returns, she slaps the bottle into my free palm. “Sure, tiger. Help me out.” At the nickname, my brow twitches. Some feeling of old recognition enters my mind, but I push it aside when she undoes her pants with a flourish.
Standing there like a statue with the lube in one hand and a butt plug in the other, my eyes trail down her body as she lowers the leather to the ground, revealing a lacy, black thong. Glancing over, Janna and Duke lounge on the loveseat, taking in the show together. The siren in front of me draws my attention again, fully bending at the hips with her legs spread wide, shaking her ass a little after dropping her thong.
Oh, fuck.That groan I’d been holding back escapes as I spot a diamond piercing her clit hood. Her pussy lips are absolute perfection, as is her tight little pink asshole. I must spend too long staring at her amazing body because she flips her head around and says, “You gonna stand there all day or stick it in me?”