Page 27 of Feral

He shrugs, tugging at the material of his fitted dress shirt. “Thanks. I don’t stand out that much back home at all, so it’s kinda weird to hear.”

“All the men where you come from look like you?”

Yannis chuckles. “Well, not exactly, but a lot of us are beefy guys. Corn-fed farm boys, you know?”

I have no reference for that so I just nod. “We should get started. Follow me.”

Before we get far, Vivienne pops over. “Wards are good, which means homeboy got here on his own.”

Frowning, I nod. “Which means he can bring others.”

“’Fraid so.” Her gaze shifts to Yannis. “Hello.”

“Hi.”

“Vivienne, this is Yannis. He’ll be working with us starting tonight.”

Vivienne studies his face for a second, leaning close, then backing up. “Mortal?”

“He is,” I answer.

“Are you?” Yannis asks the pretty witch.

“Yep. Mostly.” She laughs softly, glancing over her shoulder at Viper, who’s chatting with Tiago. “If you want to stay that way, don’t drink the special cocktail Tiago is making tonight.”

His brow crinkles. “A drink can do that?”

“I’m only teasing you, but let’s just say the drink won’t appeal to the tastes of most mortals.” She winks. “Nice to meet you.”

“Uh, you too,” Yannis says as Vivienne leaves us. “What is she?”

“A witch. She’s very powerful.”

Yannis nods, but his expression is slightly stunned. “And what’s in the drink? Or do I not want to know?”

“I don’t know exactly, but I’m guessing a touch of mortal blood and a pinch of magic.”

“Blood. Right. For the vampires.”

“Exactly. Come along.”

I lead him to the back, bracing myself for the inevitable longing to touch him his presence evokes. Past the wooden doors, we enter the kinky side of the nightclub.

“I won’t have you start here, but you should know what’s available to be able to direct patrons.”

“Okay.”

We travel down a hall of black velvet walls and black marble floors lit with old style sconces, to the bondage rooms. Pausing, I glance at him before pulling open the large leather covered doors.

Yannis peers inside, his breath hitching slightly. “Wow.”

I enter the room and he follows me, his eyes darting around the space filled with various items, from toys to furniture to a massive bed in the corner.

“This is our leather room,” I begin. “Here, those who enjoy everything from light restraint to full domination and submission can play to their hearts’ content. We have several observers who monitor the space during the evenings, and someone will always be assigned to work the area for refreshments, but rarely mortals. We tend to lean towards the demon or fae employees who can handle themselves if things get wild.”

Yannis swallows. “Interesting.”

“Something you indulge in?”

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