Mine To Devour (Monster Match season two)

3. Chapter 3 Enzo

Chapter 3: Enzo

A door swings open, and music pours out of the sleek building in front of us. I arch a brow as Shantel and I walk toward a menacing-looking orc who’s checking IDs at the front. “You said this place isn’t a dance club?”

Shantel’s smirk reappears, and I shake my head, laughing. That damn smile got us into so much trouble when we were in high school.

“Well, it’s not just a dance club,” she says, batting her lashes playfully. When I just blink back at her, she rolls her eyes. “Honestly, Enzo, how have you not figured it out? What type of club would need to do such an extensive background check?”

I freeze mid-step and whip my head toward my best friend. “This is the sex club?” I hiss.

When Shantel told me about this place, it was shortly after I broke up with Philip. I was so angry, and I thought a fun kink club would be the perfect way of silently giving him the middle finger. I filled out the guest application and asked Shantel to submit it so I could be her plus one. I just didn’t expect the application process and waitlist to take months.

Truthfully, I kind of forgot all about it.

I take in the sleek building with new eyes. From the outside, it just looks like an expensive dance club, or hell, maybe even a restaurant. A human couple in front of us hands the Orc their IDs before he scans them and nods. A sly, secretive smile passes between the young couple as they place their masks on before going inside.

“I don’t know, Shantel. I don’t think a kink club is my speed. I got the need to hook up with random people out of my system on the Monster Match app.”

Shantel reaches for my hand and tugs me forward. “Come on, bestie. It’s not all about hooking up. Don’t forget, you showed me your application. I know you marked down that you are an exhibitionist and voyeur. No one says you have to get physical. Just watch. Have fun. Worst-case scenario, this place isn’t for you, and you can just dance your butt off on the dance floor.”

I blow out a deep sigh, ruffling my curls that have fallen onto my forehead. “I don’t even have a mask.”

Shantel pulls out a large black mask from her large purse and hands it to me. “You don’t have to wear one, but there’s something so fucking sexy about being completely anonymous. Am I right?” She winks, bumping her hip against mine.

My heart pounds. I must admit, I’m curious. I’ve never been to a kink club, and like Shantel so kindly pointed out, I’ve always considered myself a voyeur and exhibitionist. But I’m not a teenager anymore and can’t risk getting caught fooling around in the back of a car. And I’m definitely not the type to want to hook up in a disgusting bar bathroom. Been there. Done that. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

She grins.

“But if I feel uncomfortable in any way, then I’m leaving.”

She holds her hand up as if she’s swearing in front of a court and jury. “Of course.”

It doesn’t take long for us to get checked in and make our way through the front door. Shantel leads me to the locker room, where she puts her purse and my wallet away. She helps me tie my mask in place before we walk into a hallway made of glass walls.

Behind the glass, I can see various parts of the club from where we’re standing. Off to the left is a large dance floor filled with writhing bodies; humans and monsters alike. To the right is a bar. I’m surprised there are only a few customers sipping on some drinks while mingling. Next to the bar is a roped-off entrance with a handsome wolf shifter of some kind, guarding it.

Shantel points at the roped-off section. “That’s where we’ll go first. We can explore the various kink rooms, then you can decide if you want to spend your time in one of the rooms, on the dance floor, or at the bar.”

I nod and take a moment to appreciate the quiet, grateful that the glass walls are soundproof. It gives me a moment to take a deep breath and think, without being distracted by all the people and noise. “What’s with the wolf shifter? I thought we just needed to get past the one guard?”

“He’s one of the dungeon monitors. You’ll see multiple humans and monsters monitoring the place, listening out for safe words, and making sure everyone is safe. Jonah over there checks our wristbands. Every time we have a drink; the bartender marks our wristband. If we’ve had more than two drinks, our access to the kink area is banned for the night. They don’t want anyone intoxicated back there.”

“That’s smart. I can appreciate that.”

Shantel pulls the glass door open, and it’s similar to stepping through a portal and into another world. The quiet is sucked away, and we’re met with a frenzy of noise. Music thrums under my feet, a pulsing beat of bass and drums.

A hot gargoyle with bulging muscles walks by and gives me a once-over. He’s in nothing but a tight pair of silky black briefs that leave nothing to the imagination. He winks, and I swallow hard. I’ve always had a thing for silk and lace. “Are you sure I’m dressed appropriately?” I ask, suddenly feeling nervous.

“You’re fine. Look at the dance floor. Almost everyone there is in jeans.” She waves a hand towards the crowd. Sure enough, almost everyone there is dressed in normal club wear.

“Shantel!” a rumbling voice calls out nearby, causing my bestie to smile and blush. I turn around to see a dragon-looking monster in a well-tailored suit approach. He’s tall and I’m pretty sure his biceps can crush my head like a ripe watermelon. Jeez. Is everyone in this club attractive? The monster screams dominance, and it’s sexy as fuck. I bite my lip. Hard.

Shantel and I have never checked out the same guys, and I don’t need to start now.

The dragon’s gaze whips over to mine. “Introduce me to your friend.” He isn’t asking, it’s a command. I shiver with lust. Fuck. Why do I always find confidence and power so damn alluring?

Once Shantel introduces me and assures the hot dragon that I’m just her friend, his gaze softens, and he holds out his hand. “Hi. My name is Ko-Op. Shantel has told me so much about you.” His eyes sparkle, making me wonder what exactly my bestie has shared with her… lover?

We make our way past the dance floor and into the kink area, where, once again, the level of noise changes so drastically I almost feel dizzy.

“So, Enzo, what are you looking for tonight? Maybe I can guide you to the right room.” Ko-Op places his large hand on the small of Shantel’s back, and she gives him a tender look. Okay, it looks like my bestie owes me an explanation. I narrow my eyes at her, and she mouths the word ‘later.’

I give Ko-Op a helpless shrug. “I’m not entirely sure. This is my first time here.”

Shantel leans in as we continue walking down the hall and past several doors. “Enzo will probably just watch. He always seems to enjoy that.”

“Ah,” Ko-Op replies. “A voyeur?”

I blush but nod anyway. “Yeah. I consider myself an exhibitionist, too. But I’m not in the mood to hook up with anyone tonight.”

Ko-Op smiles. “I think I have the perfect surprise for you, then.” He leans down and whispers in Shantel’s ear, and her eyes widen just as a huge smile covers her face.

“Oh my god, that would be perfect! Can we watch too?” Shantel bounces on her toes.

A low growl rumbles out of the dragon’s throat. And is that smoke coming out of his nostrils? “No, baby girl. We had plans already. Did you forget?”

“No, sir.” She tilts her head down in a submissive pose, a small smile playing on her lips.

Okay, yeah. That’s probably more information than I need from my bestie’s sex life. Ko-Op pauses in front of a large black door. “Shantel, love. Go get our room ready. I want to have a word with your friend here.”

Shantel pouts and gives me a concerned look. “But I wanted to give you a grand tour. Will you be okay on your own?”

I laugh, loving how concerned she is about me. “I’ll be fine. I’m thirty-seven years old and have dealt with my share of bad humans and monsters alike.”

“Right,” she says with a laugh. Shantel rushes forward and gives me a quick hug before spinning around and walking through a different door.

Ko-Op turns back toward me. “We have an unexpected guest tonight. His name is Kyvian. He’s an incubus and a regular here at the club. He had an emergency tonight, and we cleared the stage for him. As soon as others realize he’s here, the room will fill quickly. He only comes to the club twice a month to feed, but he’s very popular.”

My heart pounds. Out of all the demon species I’ve met, I’ve never seen an incubus in person before. “Feed? You make him sound like a vampire. How exactly does this demon feed?”

“He feeds off lust. You’ll see,” he chuckles. “Nothing physical, I promise. Anyway, as soon as you go into the room, find a seat off to the left. It will ensure that others leave you alone. The right side is reserved for people who want to play with others while they watch.”

I nod, grateful for the advice.

“Here,” Ko-Op passes me a business card. “If you feel unsafe at any time, call out the word red . There are monsters with supernatural hearing stationed all around. This is a stand-up club that’s government-sanctioned. It’s the first of its kind to try to help monsters who have carnal needs to survive. So, we want every human to feel completely safe here. No matter what.”

Now it makes sense why the application process took so long.

“And if you need Shantel,” Ko-Op continues. “Or want to leave, call my cellphone number.”

I glance at his card. My eyes widen when I see he’s one of the owners. “But won’t you two be, uh, busy?” I hedge.

“We will. But it doesn’t matter. I know how much you mean to Shantel, and she would want to know. We can stop at any time.”

My respect for the dragon-like creature grows. His voice is soothing, and he seems so sincere. It’s no wonder Shantel likes him. She’s always been attracted to the older, nurturing type.

“Don’t worry, Enzo. I’m pretty sure you’ll be enjoying the show tonight.” He points back at the door. “Now, go get yourself a spot before they announce that Kyvian is here.”

This room is unlike anything I could have imagined. When Ko-Op said that the left side of the room would be reserved for people who want to be alone, I kind of just assumed there would be a few single chairs scattered in the crowd.

Instead, there are dome-shaped privacy booths with soft cushioned seats inside. The open side of the dome faces the stage so that anyone up there can see the people within, but anyone in the audience can’t see who is next to them, let alone what they are doing inside.

I make myself comfortable on the plush cushions, letting my hands caress the soft material. The club is sleek and very clean. So much so that I’m curious exactly how much a monthly membership would be to a place like this.

A single chair that resembles a large black throne with silver detailing is sitting on a dais, center stage. The door behind me opens several times as I hear people enter the room. Soft jazz music plays on the speakers overhead, and people chatter excitedly about how lucky they are that Kyvian is here tonight. As the room fills with more people, I realize Ko-Op wasn’t joking when he mentioned that Kyvian is popular.

Unsure of what to do with my hands, I wish I didn’t have to leave my phone in the locker. What does an Incubus even look like? The need to look it up is strong because the only thing I really remember is from myths and lore before monsters became public. It had something to do with Incubi and Succubi sneaking into people’s rooms and having sex with them while they were sleeping. Considering I don’t plan on falling asleep, I’m assuming the myths were wrong.

Suddenly, the lights dim all around us, and a hush falls over the room. Thrumming music that gets my heart racing replaces the soft jazz. The music is eerie and sensual.

Shadows and smoke drape the stage, and arousal hangs in the air.

A cloaked figure walks slowly toward the throne. Maybe it’s because I can’t see the person’s legs under all that silky material, but it’s as if they’re gliding across the stage. Right when the figure is in front of the throne, they push the hood off their head, and slide the cloak off their shoulders, letting the material pool around their feet.

I gasp, but the sound is swallowed up by all the whispers and murmurs from others around me. The incubus is in a pair of tight-as-sin leather pants and a maroon-and-gold corset that hugs his sculpted body perfectly.

He’s fucking breathtaking, with teal skin, long turquoise hair, and magenta horns. He looks like my naughtiest fantasy turned into a sexy alien pirate. His teal tail whips behind him, and I suddenly wish I could get a better look right as filthy images of what he can do with that extra appendage flicker in my head.

As if hearing my thoughts, he looks out into the crowd, scanning several of the booths with a secret smirk on his face before turning around slowly. His tail, decorated with several golden cuffs, displays a stunning ombre pattern of purple, teal, and magenta. It swishes back and forth hypnotically, giving the audience a peek at his firm, sculpted ass.

The demon is fully clothed, and yet he’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. The music picks up the pace, and he sways his body to the beat. His movements are smooth and practiced, and it isn’t until his corset falls to the floor that I realize he was removing it.

So much teal skin is on display. His back is just as toned as his arms, and as he moves in tune with the music, my hand wanders to the bulge in my pants. I palm my half-hard dick through my jeans.

Several people moan around me, and I’m cursing the dome-shaped privacy booth right about now. What are the others doing? Are they as turned on as I am? I leave my palm on my cock and will myself to calm down. Right as I feel like it’s a mission I might be able to accomplish, the incubus turns around.

The air whooshes out of my lungs when his gaze lands on me. My face heats so hot, I’m thankful I put that damn mask on. I glance around as though I can see anyone around me, before bringing my eyes back to the intense gaze on the demon’s face. Is he really looking at me? There are several booths on my side of the room, and yet it looks like his focus is on me.

Shut up. Of course, his gaze isn’t on just me. He’s probably trained to make me feel that way.

The demon—no, Kyvian; that’s his name—saunters across the stage until he’s directly in front of me. I swallow hard. Thoughts of him making me feel like I’m his sole focus float away.

I am his sole focus.

There’s no denying it now. Somehow, I’ve caught the attention of a lust demon. My cock twitches at the attention he’s giving me, and to my shock, my hand acts on its own accord, unbuttoning my jeans and slipping under the waistband to grip my hard dick.

Kyvian smiles, mirroring my movements by slipping his own hand over the bulge in his pants and stroking.

Holy shit. How the hell is this my life right now?

Kyvian snaps his fingers, all the while never taking his eyes off mine. Two other humans walk on stage and maneuver the throne so that it’s directly behind Kyvian. For all I know, the two humans are actually monsters, but I’m too busy staring at the sultry look Kyvian is giving me to pay them any mind.

Kyvian smiles as if he knows I’m captivated by him, and only him. His eyes begin to glow a stunning magenta color. I don’t know what it means, but something tells me he’s just as turned on as I am.

With slow intention, he pops the button of his leather pants and unzips the fly before peeling them off entirely. Kyvian is wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties and golden jewelry that glints in the dim lighting. He gracefully places himself on his throne, spreading one thick thigh and draping it over the arm of the chair.

He looks like fucking royalty, a sex god about to have his wicked way with me. My fingers grip my cock tighter and his eyes glow brighter. Unable to fight the lust any longer, I tug myself out of my pants.

Kyvian moans, the sensual sound echoing around the room, and playing on the speakers overhead.

Oh fuck. That was the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

I briefly hear others moaning around me before the sounds of slurping and flesh against flesh fall away. It’s just Kyvian and me in this room. His gaze never wavers; it only glows brighter the longer he stares at me.

He lifts his hips and pulls his panties down his thick thighs. A golden ring sparkles at the head of his thick, ridged cock. He’s beautiful, everywhere.

My dick is throbbing and leaking. Fuck, I never leak like this. It’s enough pre-cum to coat the tip. Is he doing this to me? Because I’ve never been this hard before. I’m panting now, my hand stroking my cock in earnest.

The smile that Kyvian gives me makes me preen with his silent praise. I love that his eyes are on me. Kyvian’s hand picks up speed, syncing up with mine so we are stroking ourselves at the same time. He whimpers and I groan.

It’s just us in this room, jerking off to the sight of one another. My hand strokes my hard cock faster, and I begin to thrust up into my hand, pumping my hips and fucking the tight grip of my fingers. I’m panting now, and so is Kyvian.

The sight of him touching himself for me is so hot. But the thing that undoes me is his long tail flicking across one of his pebbled nipples. With my free hand, I pull my shirt up and pinch my right nipple, pretending it’s Kyvian touching me. I come first, arching my back, and spilling cum all over my abdomen.

Kyvian gasps, body twitching before he arches his back, locks up in a beautiful pose, and comes on his stomach and chest. His glowing magenta eyes glaze over, and he opens his mouth. Beautiful tendrils of purple and pink magic float all around us, and it isn’t until he begins to suck in the magic, do I realize he’s feeding off the lust of everyone around us.