Page 58 of Pay the Price

They peeled away from the bar in sexy formation. It was the way they always moved, easily and with assurance, like a troupe of dancers — or soldiers — practiced at moving together.

I wondered if it had come from prison or if it was a product of their long history together, growing up almost like brothers. I tried to imagine Blake in the mix — an adult now, swaggering through life with his signature brand of lighthearted entitlement — and couldn’t.

He was lost forever, a faded photo in an old album. It hurt my chest to think about him now more than ever, because I’d adored him in spite of his flaws, but he obviously hadn’t felt the same about me.

Wolf took my hand and I realized how much I’d missed it: the way he always looked out for me, watching for all the little ways he could take care of me or make me more comfortable.

I let him lead me out of the lounge and felt the eyes of the other patrons on us as we headed for the hall. The crowd was a mix of young and old, attractive and average, but all eyes wereon us and I didn’t doubt it was because of the three men who seemed to suck all the oxygen out of every room.

I felt a rush of hunger for them, my first real thrum of desire since we’d entered the club, and I hadn’t even seen anyone else naked yet.

We started down the hall, toward the other music I heard coming from the rest of the house. The place was huge, with high ceilings and crown moldings, elaborate chandeliers and artwork that looked legit.

“We’ll give you a tour,” Otis said. “You can tell us if you want to stop and hang.”

We glanced into the first room, a kind of classy speakeasy, with dim lighting, heavy brocade curtains, and old furniture not all that different from the furnishings in the two lounge areas.

Except here, people were naked and in assorted compromising positions, a chorus of moans and gasps coming from the room.

On one of the wing chairs, a woman sat with her legs spread open, a man voraciously eating her pussy while several people watched. Another woman stood facing the wall, her hands on the wallpaper while a man fucked her from behind.

A tangle of bodies writhed on the sofa, two women and three men, all of them fucking and licking and sucking.

I felt the slide of desire between my thighs, imagined fucking all three of the Beasts in a room full of other people, already knowing I wouldn’t care if someone watched because I never cared about anything but what they did to me when they were doing it.

“Want to check out the rest?” Wolf asked.

“Sure,” I said, because who wanted to confess that she was so horny she was down to fuck in the first room at a sex club?

We continued down the hall past a couple of other rooms: there was a Turkish-style lounge complete with belly dancersunobtrusively making their way around a room full of people fucking, a beach room with a video wall depicting waves rolling onto a beach and the sound of the ocean instead of music, and a former ballroom that had been turned into a nude rave, the source of the thumping bass I’d heard when we’d first started down the hall.

The rave was packed, naked bodies writhing together. Sex swings swung through the crowd. One of them held a woman straddling a man, his dick visible as she rose and fell on it. A man stood on another swing, a woman holding on to the ropes as she knelt between his legs and sucked his dick while everyone danced around them. Cages flanked the DJ booth, an orgy going on in one of them while a woman was filled by two men at the same time in the other.

I hadn’t even known that was possible.

A tall, built guy with muscles as big as a house and an equally big dick swinging between his legs grinned as he left the room, his gaze raking my body appreciatively.

He reached out a hand aimed for my cleavage. “Who is this?”

Jace moved lightning-fast, his giant fist crushing the other man’s hand. “Private property, asshole.”

The guy winced but didn’t seem too put out. “Just admiring your little flower.”

“Admire from afar,” Wolf said, his voice threatening.

Otis glared. “Read the rules, asshole.”

The guy laughed, then flashed me a wink. “Have fun, sweetheart.”

By the time we made our way through the second floor, I was so turned on my body was humming, even though I wasn’t at all ready for the BDSM room that was lit red, men and women gagged and whipped, one woman turned upside down on a St. Andrew’s cross while another man worked her pussy with his mouth.

And I definitely wasn’t ready for the dungeon room, where “jailers” were dressed in leather masks, their prisoners strung from the ceiling or hung on the walls with velvet ropes while heavy metal blared angrily from hidden speakers.

Everywhere I looked, people were naked or in various stages of undress, fucking like it was no big deal they were in a room full of people. There were even private rooms upstairs, complete with mirrors and sliding windows to watch people get it on.

It was like being in a twisted kind of Wonderland, except instead of tea parties there was free-flowing alcohol and instead of croquet there was a whole lot of fucking.

Jace had drifted away at some point, silently and without notice. I assumed he was scoping out the house for the offices, but I didn’t want to shout over the music to ask.

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