Page 14 of Whispers In Wonderland

Tonight couldn’t’ve turned out any better.

First, I get Cillian and his crew as allies against Lucian, then some wild and willing hot jungle love. I can’t cool down even though it’s over since I’m covered in sated bodies. There’s zero chance I’m moving anytime soon. At least not until I make sure everyone has come down from the incredible endorphin high we’re all rushing on.

A service sub appears, seemingly out of thin air, with a tray of water and snacks. My chin dips in a nod of thanks to the man clad only in skin-tight leopard print pants with a tail. I’ll be sure to thank Cillian or his associates for the excellent hospitality and reminder of Wonderland’s care of its members and guests. I’ll have to get some sugar into the submissives soon. It’s the best tool for convincing Jordan’s bones they might want to work again. For now, my fingers idly stroke through Sasha’s raven mane. She’s pressed tight between Zuzu and me, her head on her mate’s chest, one arm flung over us both. His fingers trace her spine, much like my hand traces the curve of Jordan’s, down to her warm ass and back up again. She’s a relaxed puddle covering most my body as Sasha’s fingers brush the side of her breast gently.

Jordan’s as independent as they come… well, until she comes hard. Then she’s my second skin. I love making her melt.

Zuzu glances over, his eyes roaming her body for the dozenth time in the last five minutes, trying to figure her out. He cocks a questioning eyebrow as Jordan sighs softly and wiggles as if she wants to crawl into my body and use it as armor as she floats in vulnerability. I answer the unspoken question with the barest shake of my head. Like me, she keeps playmates at a distance. Tonight, will be no exception.

“There’s a lot to process when it gets that intense,” he says softly over the heads of the ladies.

I simply nod and leave him to whatever thoughts and assumptions he’s making. His rapid flip from submissive to caretaker mode is telling. It’s obvious he’s the protector of the woman in his arms, and since Sasha’s got a deep need for submission, he only steps out of a dominant role on nights like this and finds his way back there quickly.

Good. One less person for me to worry about.

I drop a kiss on Jordan’s head, and she purrs, a fully contented Kitten.

“You good, baby girl?” I ask softly, knowing it takes her a while to find speech.

Her soft cheek slides across my chest, before she presses soft pillowy lips against my skin.

That’ll do for now.

I stroke her some more to keep myself grounded in the present. Zuzu stirs and chuckles lightly at Sasha’s protest as he dislodges from our tangled pile of limbs.

“Stay put,” he orders playfully, pointing at me and she turns into my chest. I wrap my other arm around Sasha protectively. “I’m going to grab some Coke from the bar. It’s a magic potion for getting little ones on their feet. Want anything?”

“Me too,” Jordan says, her voice smoky and low from the screaming.

“A few Cokes would be great, thanks,” I tell Zuzu.

He secures his mask, then lifts two fingers to his brow in salute and immediately confirms what I’d already known. He’s never served in the military. I take a deep breath as he retreats, reminding myself to take the gesture as the intended sign of respect.

“He’s got a great ass,” Jordan murmurs to Sasha as they watch the flexing muscles until he disappears behind a partition.

“Your minds are stuck in the gutter,” I tease.

Jordan sticks her tongue out at me, so I playfully swat her still pink ass, and she giggles. The sound brings back a memory of a night with her in a private school uniform at Shattered Embrace. The chemistry between these two is off the charts, as I lazily caress their silky skin. They’d be fucking sexy as private school cheerleaders. I close my eyes to keep from ordering them to have a turn at one another while I watch. Jordan’s always down for some lady love. I should be polite and at least wait for Zuzu to return.

Before I get a hard on again, the clearing of a throat interrupts my devious thoughts. Shadow stands a few paces away and the set of his jaw and furious, cold eyes rocket me to high alert instantly.

“A word, please, boss?” he asks, in a tone of barely controlled rage.

This is bad. Very little rattles the man who watches my back.

Before I can answer, Brody and Ronan appear behind him in the doorway.

Really fucking bad.

Zuzu comes around the corner and stops in his tracks, taking in the three silent but menacing men who have invaded our space. The serving tray with glasses of fizzy soda and brightly colored bendy straws useful for drinking while reclined, a sharp contrast to the tension in the room.

“Up… up you go,” I sit up, urging the ladies along, adrenaline surging through my veins. Jordan’s gaze cuts from Shadow to me, eyes full of questions. “Have something to eat and drink with Zuzu,” I order, then try to lighten things up. “He should get some cuddle time, too.”

I eye the man with the critically acclaimed ass, willing him to catch on quickly and play along.

“Come here, darlings,” he orders, watching me cautiously.

A heartbeat of silent communication with a man I barely know passes, and he gives me the barest of nods before unleashing a distracting grin on the girls. Jordan’s alarmed by the unusual interruption and grabs my bicep questioningly as we all get to our feet.

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