Page 113 of A Blackened Bond

Amber eyes meet mine as I take a quiet step into the room. Creed instantly freezes, noticing me before anyone else. His eyes trail slowly down my front, taking in every inch of me in my new dress. His slow perusal causes a strange feeling to work its way across my chest and a warmth to creep up my neck. Our eyes meet again as an unfamiliar look forms in Creed’s eyes that I have never seen before.

A beat passes between us, both of us lost in whatever daze we were stuck in, before I hear a quick inhale of breath behind Creed and turn toward three sets of wide eyes staring at me. All of them trail a scorching path up and down my body, their lips opening and closing before they hurry over to me.

Annex reaches out to me first before Ezra elbows him back, a scuffle unfolding between them as Mallyn slinks beside me, his hand sliding around my waist as a grin tugs at his lips. “You look beautiful, Micai.” The look in his eyes has a blush coating my cheeks.

“Fuck, Mal got there first!” Annex shouts, pulling away from Ezra. “I wanted to tell her that.” His eyes trail down my front again, catching on the gold zipper as a groan leaves his lips. “Do we have to go? I mean, wecouldhave our own party here withRed instead.” He takes a step forward. “I’m sure we could work up a sweat without even leaving the kitchen—”

“We’re going,” Creed barks, turning toward the door. “We have important guests arriving soon, remember.”

“The only important one for me is right here,” Annex chuckles as he leans down, his lips brushing across mine for a light kiss before I pull him in closer, deepening the kiss and taking him by surprise.

A groan leaves his lips as I pull back slowly, biting his lip before I let him go. A growl vibrates from his throat as he tries to pull me back in and continue.

“We don’t have time for this shit,” Creed sighs, fiddling with his gold cuffs while turning to glare back at us.

“Too bad. They can wait a minute longer.” I grin, pulling Ezra toward me next. His arms immediately wrap around my waist as Annex takes a small step to my side, never leaving me.

I reach up, brushing my hand softly through Ezra’s hair before our lips meet in a searing kiss. A small lyrical hum leaves his lips, the noise sounding strangely familiar as I pull back to look at him and place the sound. But I’m met with two grey-blue eyes instead, filled with a look of want and anticipation as they watch me and Ezra.

Ezra places a soft kiss on my shoulder before making way for Mallyn to step closer. I reach over to Mallyn, my fingers fisting his shirt as I pull him in nearer.

I meet Mallyn’s lips in a heated kiss as I hear Annex’s soft chuckle beside me and feel Ezra’s gentle touch on my waist, each giving their reassurance in their own way and clear acceptance of this.Of all of us together.

I slide my tongue around Mallyn’s, enjoying each stroke, and twirl as a small grunt falls from his chest. I pull back after another minute to the sound of Creed’s huffing.

I gaze into two heated grey-blue eyes and turn toward two hooded sets beside me.Maybe Annex was right. Maybe we should forgo the party and have our own instead?

My cheeks heat from the thought of being with all three of them.

“Are you done tongue-fucking everyone?” Creed barks, his gaze meeting mine, a look of annoyance and something else glinting in them as he stares at me before turning away. “Let’s go.”

He makes his way toward the door as Annex, Ezra, and Mallyn surround me. He rolls his eyes as we leave and head toward the large doors leading into the abattoir.

“Just behave tonight, and don’t mess with the guests here.” Creed narrows his eyes my way as the large doors creak open, the room before us erupting into lights as the music plays all around it. We make our way inside as the doors close behind us, fading into the image of a wall and decorated like the rest of the space.

I turn toward the room in front of me, which is now transformed into a completely different space and looks more like a modern magical club instead of an abandoned slaughterhouse. The ceiling and walls are lined in black silk and velvet draped fabric with large glistening crystals dropping from in between them. They drip down in long lines, shining like stars twinkling against the black fabric. The floor is now tiled in black marble squares, with large black leather booths and tables lining each side of the abattoir. They’re all filled with people chatting and drinking or dancing beside them.

The fighter’s cage is gone, and the area is transformed into a sleek black-and-white marble bar manned by five bartenders in matching white attire and silver waistcoats. The bar itself is surrounded by a large dancefloor, with bodies already swaying and grinding against each other.

Large abstract ice sculptures stand at each corner of the abattoir, a soft mist seeping from them as tiny iridescent snowflakes cover each window in the room.

“Let’s head over to our spot,” Calls Ezra, taking my hand in his as we follow Creed, with Annex and Mallyn joining us.

The music thrums around us, the lights flashing as we pass the bar and make our way toward a cornered-off area to the farther left of the abattoir.

Heads turn, and bodies jolt out of the way as the boys move through the crowd. Gazes of fear, reverence, or pure want mix into each expression as we move past them.

We reach the exclusive space just as two large bouncers turn away a group of scantily dressed women trying to enter it. They tell them it’s only for the VIPs.

Small clear crystal stairs lead up to a raised black platform, sectioned off from the rest of the room by long black draped silk fabric that floats around it.

Creed leads the way, not sparing anyone a second glance as he walks up the stairs and pushes past the black silk fabric draped in front of him.

Plush white sofas with flecks of gold corner off the area, with a large black and gold marble coffee table sitting at its centre. Gold-encrusted coasters lay on top of it with drinks immediately appearing on them as we enter and near it.

The boys get settled as I stare back toward the dancefloor and at all the bodies moving back and forth to the music. The song thrums throughout the room, one I enjoy and begin to sway to as well.

“Do you want to dance?” Ezra asks, gesturing toward the dancefloor.

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