Page 19 of Queen Of Clubs

“We don’t hate omegas,” Griffin drawls. “We just don’t fuck them.”

“But that's what that club is. A sex club where all their girls are omegas.”

“They also have dancing, drinking, and gambling,” Zane points out. “It would be the best place because it’s very low-key. We wouldn’t have to worry about someone catching us doing some stupid shit in there and selling the proof to the highest bidder.”

“Then it's settled!” Griffin whoops. “Let’s go piss away our money and watch some sexy women dance.”

AN HOUR AND A HALF later, we’re pulling up to a big building with golden doors. Two knights in armor stand guard on either side of the entrance.

I’m starting to regret coming. My cock has been fucking stiff since Zane got out of the shower. He didn’t bother to wrap up in a towel either, walking around the hotel suite naked, which had my fucking mouth-watering. He shot me a damn wink like he knew what he was doing to me and then left me with a stiffy. Asshole.

“Don’t we need to have a membership for this place?” I ask, looking out the window of the rented black SUV. “We should just go back to the hotel. We had a long night.”

Zane grabs my chin, forcing my head to turn and face his. “Be a good boy tonight, Rett, and...” he murmurs in a low, husky tone that has my cock leaking. I’m not sure if I want to growl or whimper at the look in his eyes.

He knows I love praise, and he’s using it against me right now. “I’ll fuck that pretty little hole while Griffin sucks you dry.”

“Fucking hell,” Griffin groans. “Now I’m hard.”

Zane just chuckles. “All we gotta do is name drop.”

“Fine,” I huff.

“I’ll never get tired of you being a greedy little cock slut, Everett.” Zane chuckles as he gets out of the SUV.

Sighing, I tell my cock to chill the fuck out and follow them to the door. A tall, buff as hell alpha with a bald head answers the door.

“Name?” he asks, eyeing us up with suspicion.

“We’re guests of Mr. Grant,” Zane tells him.

“Names,” he demands again.

Zane glares at the guy as if this man can’t kick our asses. “Zane Holt. This is Griffin Graves and Everett Hallowell.”

The guy does something on his phone and puts it to his ear. “Yeah, Travis. We got some guests of Mr. Grant.” He listens for a few seconds, making a few grunting noises, and then sighs. “Alright.”

He hangs up the phone and gives us a displeased look. “Come on in, pretty boys.” The guy follows us in. I’ve barely had a chance to take in the scene around me when an omega greets us. She’s tall with big tits and blonde hair. She’s hot. but I’m not into older women.

“Hey, boys.”

“Hey, Leisha, Travis said to send these three up to get them to sign some papers,” the door guy says.

“Thanks, Roger.” She smiles at the scary man. “Follow me, boys.”

As we follow her up the stairs, I can hear a mix of mellow music and the hum of conversation. This place is nothing like what we’re used to.

Leisha leads us up to the manager’s office. We’re in and out after signing some NDAs and heading back down to the club before we know it.

“Have fun, boys. And behave.” Leisha winks before sauntering away.

“Alright, where do we begin?”

After we spend a bit of time exploring the luxurious club, we all kind of part ways. Griffin hits up the poker table, no surprise there.

Zane goes straight to the bar, sadly, that’s also not a surprise.

And I take a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of the stage. There’s an omega up there dressed in sexy red lingerie, swaying her hips to the sensual sound of the music and capturing the attention of every man in front of her. Her long black hair flows down her back, almost becoming a part of the dance with the way it sways with the movement.

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