Page 114 of Kings & Carnage

"Damn," I said. "I've got to hand it to you. You look incredible. This is an amazing group costume.”

"We've always got you, kitten," Rock said.

I couldn't argue the point. I'd never been so well taken care of in my life.

They eyed me lustily, and I gave them a few seconds to take in the costume. I had to admit, it was perfect. The bustier was somehow both innocent and alluring, the tiny see-through skirt giving a glimpse of my lace-covered pussy and bare ass cheeks.

Neo had been right: the gold heels were perfect, and the wings were surprisingly comfortable on my arms.

The mask was elaborate in design, the white feathers fanning out around the upper part of my face. Even the choker looked perfect, the slim black velvet band adding a slightly subversive element to the look.

"You're stunning," Oscar said, his dark eyes glued to my face as he lifted his camera to snap a picture.

I crossed the kitchen and kissed Oscar on the cheek, then Rock. When I got to Neo I went straight for his lips because I knew he'd settle for nothing less.

He took my mouth with a vengeance, pillaging and plundering with his tongue, his hand closing around my throat until I broke away, gasping and breathless.

His hand was still around my throat like he had no intention of letting go, his gaze locked on my lips.

"I'm going to have to redo my lipstick, aren't I?" I asked.

He gave me a steamy smirk. "You complaining?”

I reached down and pressed my hand against his bulging dick. "Do I look like I'm complaining?”

He grabbed my wrist with a growl. "Keep that up and we won't be going anywhere, Jezebel.”

I stepped away, putting a couple feet between us, not trusting myself not to call his bluff.

"We can't have that," I said. "Not after you went to all this trouble." I started for the garage and cast a flirtatious glance over my shoulder, getting a view of the Kings around the feathers in my wings. "Besides, I've never fucked in a sex club before.”

"Fuck me," Rock groaned behind me. "It's going to be a long fucking night."

Chapter55

Willa

St. Andrew’s wasn't what I expected.

And to be fair, I didn't know what I’d expected.

Maybe just something… nicer? Or maybe I'd just watched too many movies.

In any case, we'd driven to the outskirts of town in the Hummer after storing my wings in the back for the drive. Rock had taken shotgun next to Neo while I sat in the back with Oscar, his hand between my thighs, his thumb stroking my sensitive skin until I had to slap his hand away.

He grinned knowingly through the car’s dark interior, like he knew he'd turned me on.

Cocky bastard.

If it wasn't for the crowds of people making their way inside the dilapidated old house, their faces masked, I might have thought Neo had another errand to run when we pulled up outside.

It was just an old white farmhouse, a wide porch stretching its length, costumed people congregating on its peeling floors. White lights winked from the eaves in an attempt to soften the neglect but I was willing to bet in the harsh light of day it looked hella sketch.

Club music sounded from inside, like it was some kind of rave instead of a private sex club on the outskirts of town.

"This is St. Andrew’s?" I asked.

"The only game like it in town," Neo said.

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