Yvette Hines: The Club

“What about The Club?” She didn’t have plans to come back any time soon, but having a ménage was something she had enjoyed. He must also like it, or he wouldn’t be here.

“That’s in the past for me.”

She thought of Anton and the pleasure he had brought her with Trae. “Why?” she whined playfully.

“Since you now understand that we are connected… Sexually, it is very hard not to bond with you. Through the night, I could hear you.” He growled, “I’d prefer neveragain to know how sexually gratifying it is to you when someone is sucking your blood as you climax.” Gazing into her eyes, he asked, “Can you handle that?”

She couldn’t help giggling at his possessive tone. “Sorry.” Then she gave him a loud, smacking kiss. “I can deal with it.” Wrapping her legs around his hips, she said, “Now, stop wasting time, Wolf Boy. If I know Kelsey, she’ll come hunting for me if I’m not downstairs soon.”

He arched a single eyebrow. “Now that would be an erotic threesome.” He gyrated, pushing deeper into her. “We are still at The Club.”

Squeezing his ass, she informed him, “Yeah, and we’re still fulfilling my fantasy. We’ll discuss yours at a later date.” Flexing her thighs around his waist, she warned, “Just remember that if you don’t want a vampire in our bed, you should think twice about inviting my friends.”

“Deal.” Trae began to make love to her, wiping everything else from her mind.

“Finally. I thought one of these thick-necked bouncers was going to throw me out.” Kelsey greeted them at the stairs as they went down thirty minutes later.

Trae eyed the little spitfire as she hugged Olivia. He glanced at Dennis, a fellow were, and Carlton, a vamp, as they stood inside the club, now escorting partiers to the door. Looking for his friend, Trae found Diego behind the bar, helping the manager to straighten things up. Trae signalled him over.

“Trae wants us all to do breakfast,” Olivia told her friend.

Kelsey’s shoulders dropped. “Aww, Liv. I’m worn out. I just want to go home and climb into bed.”

“That sounds like a delicious idea,” Diego interjected as he stepped closer to their small group.

Trae watched Kelsey eye the six-foot-four, bald-headed Hispanic male with interest. “And you are?”

“Kelsey, Diego. Diego, Kelsey,” Trae introduced.

His friend’s gaze slowly went from Kelsey’s short, spiky blonde hair, over her tight top, cupping her large breasts, down past her tiny skirt and finally to the red pumps on her feet. Meeting her eyes again, he said, “I remember you. You’re the feisty one who clocked Preston on the dance floor.”

“What?” Olivia screeched, concern for her friend etched on her features.

Relax, baby , Trae said inside Olivia’s head.

Placing her hand on her hip, Kelsey cocked her head to the side. “If you mean the jerk that kept manhandling me and getting fresh with his hands up my skirt, hell, yeah.”

A huge smile split Diego’s face. “Preston is a prick.” Diego stepped towards her. “Evidently, you need a man who knows when and where a lady enjoys a little force. On the floor isn’t it.”

Kelsey closed the gap, pressing herself close to Diego and looking up at him. “You think that’s you?”

Reaching out, Diego lightly caressed Kelsey’s cheek. “Sí, señora bastante pequeña.”

Trae watched the short, white woman blush.

That’s a first , Olivia thought.

Trae chuckled at Olivia’s thoughts. He leant down and whispered in her ear. “A night of firsts, rabbit.”

Turning into his arms, she said, “I’m not sure how I feel about that pet name.” Arching a thin, black eyebrow, she continued, her voice low, “Don’t wolves devour rabbits on a regular—”

Trae pressed his lips to hers. As I did tonight and plan to do often .

Olivia shivered against him and sighed. Ending the kiss, she stepped back and faced her friend. “Are we good for breakfast, now? I’m starving.”

“I’m ready.” Trae wrapped his arm around Olivia’s waist, fitting her along his side.

“I’m in,” Kelsey confirmed.

“Definitely,” Diego added.

As they all headed out of the door, Trae heard Diego ask, “So, Kelsey, you ever fuck a were?”

“A what?” Kelsey’s voice held the evidence of her confusion.

“Excuse Diego, Kelsey, sometimes he gets a little ahead of himself.” Trae shot Diego a look of warning. It wasn’t that weres kept themselves a secret from society—many people knew about them, worked with them—however, they were never bold about their lives unless they had good reason to be.

He glanced at Olivia, as she gazed at her friend, as they all left The Club.

Olivia was a prime example of a good reason.

Trae watched his father, his Alpha, as he pushed out, one stroke after another, gliding across their back yard pool. It was his father’s daily regimen, what he did to focus, clear his mind and stay in shape. It was late on Saturday afternoon. After he’d had breakfast with Olivia and her friend, Trae had given her a soft kiss goodbye, then driven around the city for hours, attempting to get his thoughts and his life in order. Now, showered and changed from his night garb, he felt a little more mentally refreshed.

When his father finally broke the surface and paused for breath, Trae crossed the flagstone path until he stood over him. “Dad, when you’re done with your reps, I need you to meet me in the study.”

“This must be serious if you’re requesting my presence.” Romel waded around in the deep end of the pool, staring up at him.

“It is.” Trae turned to leave.

“Does this have to do with our discussion yesterday?” His father called after him.

Turning around again, he saw his dad was already hoisting himself out of the pool. “It does, but I’d prefer to talk about it when you and Mom are together.”

“Your mother already knows about the meeting?” Water ran in rivulets down Romel’s broad, hairy chest and his legs.

“I saw her in the kitchen when I came downstairs.”

Signalling his agreement with a nod, his father snatched up a towel from one of the lounge chairs scattered around the pool.

As Trae continued towards the house it amazed him how, in less than twenty-four hours, he had shifted away from the carefree lifestyle of the son of an Alpha to feeling the weight of leadership pressing down on his shoulders. He was sure his father believed he’d hung out at The Club all these years to escape responsibility. However, the truth of the matter was that there hadn’t been enough responsibility set before him.

At the ménage club, he could easily drown his feelings of uselessness in repeated, lustful acts with a willing woman—or two. But no longer. He’d soon be Alpha and he had found his mate in the very place he would never have thought to look.

“You and Trae really had a connection last night, huh?”

Olivia rubbed sleep from her eyes and stared at Kelsey, who was stretched out along the foot of her bed still dressed in her outfit from the night before. She looked at her clock and realised it was only noon—only a few hours had passed since she and her friend had got home from breakfast with two very sexy men after a night she wouldn’t soon forget. Kelsey had crashed on her couch and Olivia had showered quickly and crawled bare-ass beneath her covers. She was still tired. The energetic sound of her friend’s voice after a ‘nap’ didn’t make sense, especially since they’d both been up all night.

“How long have you been up?” Olivia tucked the pillow more comfortably under her head.