Page 3 of Whispers In Wonderland

“Let’s.”

I follow him, toward the hall leading to the offices I’ve only been in once. Every step takes me deeper into the complex weave of power, desire, and danger that defines our world.

We step into the realm of polished wood and muted tones which starkly contrast with the primal vibrancy of the jungle-themed room we’ve left behind. Cillian’s office door opens, and there stands Brody–almost as imposing as his boss–with an amiable smile belying the steel behind the grin and the muscle beneath his suit.

“Evening, Derek,” Brody greets me, his voice smooth like aged whiskey, the tamber like the man himself, all refined distinction that catches the unaware with heat enough to burn.

“Brody.” I return his nod.

The air in the room is thick with unsaid intentions. Aisling catches my eye and arches an eyebrow, her presence undeniable. She’s a vision of power wrapped up in elegance, the kind of woman who commands a room without uttering a word. But there’s business to attend to, and Cillian may let his woman in on his, but I keep my family business private.

“Brody, take Aisling to the tribal camp room,” Cillian orders, his tone brooking no argument.

“Of course.” Brody’s gaze locks with Aisling’s, a silent conversation passing between them.

There’s such an interesting dynamic between all three powerful men and one chameleon of a woman. One I’ll ponder later. Jordan’s out there without me.

The door clicks shut behind them as they exit, the silence in Cillian’s office amplifying the distant moans and rustles from the club beyond. I breathe deeply, the scent of polished leather and old books a stark contrast to the heady aroma of arousal and sweat that permeates Club Wonderland.

Cillian leans against his desk, the overhead light casting shadows across his face.

“Alright, Ingram. Tell me what your idiot half-brother has done to bring you all the way to Wonderland.”

I settle into one of the leather chairs, my mind shifting gears, leaving behind the seductive allure of the club for the cutthroat clarity required for the conversation ahead. This is where alliances are forged and wars avoided, in the quiet sanctuaries of men like us.

CHAPTER TWO

JORDAN

The warmth of the tiger man’s smile doesn’t compare to the heat of Derek beside me, but his grin dissipates the tension that was simmering around the group like a second skin.

What’s going on between Derek and his associate?

“Welcome to our little slice of paradise,” he purrs, his voice deep and smooth. “I’m known as the Terrific Tiger, tonight anyway. May I have the pleasure of guiding you through Wonderland?”

My lips curve of their own volition as a flicker of excitement zings up my spine. Setting the stage for a scene with Derek is always thrilling. The tiger beside me is undoubtedly a switch like me, because there’s an unexpected, subtle softness in his eyes as they flow over me, assessing. He’s not flirting, but he’s totally appreciating my curves in the sexy catsuit.

A man who knows his boundaries well. How lovely. I wonder who holds his reins.

“I’d be delighted, I love to explore,” I reply, my heart racing at the prospect of what lies ahead.

As we weave through the throng of bodies, the air is thick with the scent of musk and desire. The dim lighting casts shadows that dance across our path, hinting at the secrets concealed within this provocative labyrinth. It’s a world so different from the polished events I orchestrate as an event planner where every detail must be pristine and predictable. Here, the evocative allure is in the unknown and the sensual carnality I adore.

My gaze lifts to the majestic screen overhead, and I’m momentarily transported. The night sky over the Amazon rainforest sprawls out before us, stars winking down in silent seduction. I lose myself in imagining. The twinkling constellations heightens my yearning for exploration. The lush greenery around us is a captivating, promising adventure I crave.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tiger’s voice is low, reverent, as if he too is caught in the spell of the celestial display. “It’s like stepping into another world—one where your deepest desires are not just possible but encouraged.”

The intimacy of his words sends a shiver down my spine, and I find myself leaning closer to him, drawn in as if by a magnet. But I shake myself free, as this Tiger is already well and truly captured, if my reading of his body language is correct.

I can read the writing on the wall as easily as the very best Dominants, and this man’s heart is well and truly ensnared. Which is just fine by me. I’m more concerned with accomplishing my task and pleasing Derek.

With each step, the fabric of my feline costume caresses my skin, a constant reminder of the liberties I’m afforded under this mask. Tonight, I am Kitty—curious, bold, and ready to pounce on whatever delectable experiences Club Wonderland offers.

“Lead the way, Terrific Tiger,” I whisper, my voice laced with anticipation. “Show me the magic of your jungle.”

Tiger guides me further into the club, his every step exuding predatory grace and confidence. The scent of damp earth and wild blooms invades my senses, as if we’ve truly ventured into the heart of a rainforest untouched by time. Verdant fronds brush against my skin, awakening a primal urge to explore, to touch, to feel everything this place has to offer.

“Watch your step,” Tiger murmurs, his hand briefly grazing my lower back as we navigate a small stone bridge over a simulated stream.

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