Page 103 of Triple Pucked
All of a sudden, the lights dim along with the music.
“This is it.” My voice is breathy with excitement.
I twist to face the stage.
In the darkness, the stage is empty apart from two poles on opposite sides that pulsate with a neon scarlet light.
An eerie red light flickers across the space like spectral flames.
A dark, seductive song winds from the speakers with a powerful beat that reverberates like a heartbeat.
I gasp along with the rest of the audience when two men, who are naked apart from sparkling glitter that is streaked across their bodies like war paint, slide down the poles and land with a spin onto the hellscape stage.
My heart is beating fast.
Glitter is smeared across one of the men’s cheeks and gleams in his black curls, making them appear to be sparking with embers.
Black feathered wings that look like they’ve been burned in his descent from heaven have been drawn onto his back.
Is this dangerous, seductive fallen angel truly D’Angelo?
I had no idea that their dance would be likethis.
It’s art.
Axel creates the choreography for all the performances.
He’s a genius.
D’Angelo climbs the pole with astounding strength in his arms.
My breath hitches, when my gaze darts to the man who is mirroring D’Angelo’s athletic spins around the pole with a fluid grace.
I know that it’s Shay.
Except, none of these strangers do.
A black leather mask covers Shay’s entire face apart from his beautiful gray eyes and plush lips. It wraps around his head, concealing his distinctive hair and connecting to his collar. On the top of his mask are a pair of huge demonic kitten ears.
Cassian nudges me. “Do you like that mask? Ev sourced it. I always wanted to wear one like it, but Kay…” Everett shoots him a disapproving glare. “Mistress,” Cassian corrects, “says that I am too sweet to be a bad devil kitten.”
Shay isn’t, especially not when he is swaying his hips like that.
He could seduce a saint.
And my collection of monster dildoes prove that I am no saint.
The mask transforms Shay in a way that I wasn’t expecting. It does more than make him anonymous. It does more than simply objectify him. It also gives him an entirely new alluring persona.
In the mask, he appears to be not only D’Angelo’s familiar, but also his puppet.
Through the push and pull of the dance, it’s as if D’Angelo is controlling Shay’s movements, dragging his limbs into each beautiful contortion and spin.
It’s a breathtaking display of dominance and submission, and the two men aren’t even touching.
It’s as dizzying as the nearly telepathic way that they play together on the ice.
I push my thighs together.
