Page 43 of Greer's Change

“Very good.” I continue leading her down the hallway. “The bottom floor of Rut is made up of the meeting room. It’s much like a smaller club with a bar and dancing, couches, and more secluded areas. The other half of the main floor is…” Gods. I don’t even know how to describe it. A free-for-all? The roomwhere the orgies take place? Where the guests go when they don’t want the trouble of securing one of the private rooms upstairs? “…much more sexually active.”

Greer sighs. “I think I’ll be fine, as long as Seiran isn’t participating. Our bond is fresh, and we need to haveso manyimportant conversations.”

Yes, I’m sure they do.

Chapter Twenty

Greer

The sex club reminds me a lot of The Den back in Haven. A terrible pang of sadness hits out of nowhere, but I do my best to push those feelings down. The scent of sex is almost overpowering as Reign guides me through the more open club area of Rut. Though it resembles the interior of Chaos, the atmosphere has an entirely unique vibe, like everyone knows what they’re here for.

“It’s going to be a lot,” Reign says close to my ear as he leans down behind me. “Especially with how sensitive your senses are immediately after being turned, but I’ve got you.”

There are two guards blocking either side of a set of double doors. The one on the right spots Reign and smirks, pushing his ass against the door and holding it open for us.

“I don’t think any of us were expecting Seiran back,” the guy says as Reign leads me past. “It’s a full-blown fuckfest in there.”

“Thanks, Mario.” Reign’s arm falls over my shoulder, and he keeps it close to my neck as it dangles down my front. He wiggles his fingers, and I place my hand in his.

My heart pangs.

Seiran is an incubus and they feed off sex, but I thought, once bonded, they only fed from their mates.

Reign leads us into the darkened corridor, and the heavy door closes us in.

I freeze in my tracks, shaking my head. “Maybe I shouldn’t go in there.”

“It’s your call, but I think you’ll regret it if you don’t.” Reign’s shadows slide around my front as he squeezes my hand, and it feels extra comforting. “Have a little faith. Seiran isn’t going to disappoint you.”

“Okay,” I agree.

Reign kisses my cheek, and his hold on my middle tightens. I’m not sure if he lifts me, or if his shadows do, but the next thing I know, I’m standing on his boots with my back against his chest.

“The rooms upstairs cater to every type of fantasy and fetish. There are private rooms and several small communal areas, but nothing quite as grandiose as the first floor,” he says, striding down the long, dark hallway.

My ass bumps his thighs, and my back rubs around his stomach and chest. It’s quite a unique mode of transportation. It’s kind of like he’s carrying me, but his palm rests on my middle and his shadows do most of the work.

The sounds of sex get louder the farther we make it down the hallway.

At the end, it opens up to a dimly lit entryway. There is a door on the right and the left, with signs above them. If you go through either open doorways, you have no choice but to follow the stairs up.

Then there are two closed doors on the far sides of the wall straight ahead. They each have signs above them, but I don’t have time to read the information as Reign strides toward the middle, which is open.

Once on the other side, my jaw falls.

The room is framed with three glass boxes on each side of the room. A quick swivel of my head proves most are in use.

Straight ahead is the orgy Reign promised we’d find. Black benches line a circle in the center of the room. There has to be at least twenty different monsters fucking on the giant mattress in the middle, and the benches have random couples, throuples, and more.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, blinking like a total goofball.

The Monster’s Den has mostly private theaters and pools for the aquatic monsters.

I’ve never seen anything like this.

Not that I’m appalled.

I just don’t know where to look.

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