Chapter 9 At the Rosebud Club #2
“I haven’t seen you here before.”
“I rarely come since my weekends are busy. But I hear you are a regular guest at Rosebud.”
“You work on weekends? That’s tough.”
Zach shrugged. “I study full time and work Saturday and Sunday evenings.”
“What’s your major?”
“Electro engineering.”
Ashamed, I realized I’d never asked Zach anything like that. I’d just fucked him.
“Wow. That’s amazing. And where do you work?”
“Rafaelo, of course.” He pointed a finger at Lothair, smiling flirtatiously. “But I’m not on the job tonight, so don’t get any ideas.”
Lothair lifted both palms up. “I’m just enjoying your lovely company.”
Zach’s drink landed in front of him.
“Put that on my tab,” Lothair said.
“Sure, Mr. Courtemanche,” replied the bartender.
Zach lifted his glass in a cheers gesture. “Thank you.”
“How do you know Terrance here?” Lothair’s question held an obvious implication.
“We met at a party through mutual friends.” Zach smiled at me sweetly, mischief lurking in his eyes.
Lord, between him and Lothair, I was a sitting duck. But Zach had apparently decided to cover for me, and I was so grateful I could kiss his tall, chunky boots.
“Actually, if I’m being honest, I begged my friend to introduce us. Terrance was all aloof and polite. I took it as a challenge.”
Lothair laughed. “And did you succeed in tackling that challenge?”
Zach wrapped his lips around the two straws in his drink and slowly sucked, looking at me. I had no idea what my face showed aside from bewilderment.
“I’m working on it.”
Lothair leaned closer and whispered into Zach’s ear. He knew I would hear since we both had shifter senses.
“Let me help.”
With Lothair’s face turned away, Zach winked at me.
What just happened? Did Zach throw me under the bus? Why did he lie and then lie on top of that lie?
“How about you gentlemen join me and my friends for a more private party in the lounge upstairs?” he said, and my stomach swooped.
I sensed where this was going.
With his arm looped through Lothair’s elbow, Zach climbed the stairs. In those shorts, half of his butt cheeks hung out. I couldn’t help but remember having my hand buried between them.
I followed them like a damned lemming.
Could I leave? Quit on the spot? It wasn’t like I was following any fucking security measures with Lothair. He made it impossible to stick to protocol. If I ever managed to contribute to his actual safety, it would be pure luck and against his best efforts.
When I complained about my impossible position to Devon two days ago, he asked if I wanted to quit the task before the month was out. He seemed ready to accept it.
Except I said no. I didn’t want to quit.
Following Lothair everywhere had become a special kind of torture. Leaving him on his own, though? It seemed impossible. I barely knew why. Whenever I tried to think about it and be rational for once, my thoughts got jumbled and panic set in.
What had Lothair done to me?
Another couple of beefy alphas guarded the double door to what had to be the VIP lounge. Seeing Zach, they stepped aside and held the door open.
I gulped.
The music was loud, but slow and sultry, and the lights were dimmed. The only somewhat lit area was the bar.
I scanned the room.
About fifteen omegas, probably all Rafaelo employees.
Nine alphas of various ages. Several people danced on a small stage with a pole in the center.
Low sofas surrounded the stage. One couple was making out heavily in a corner.
Three people by the bar—one alpha and two omegas.
Two bartenders, a young omega and a bald, muscly alpha.
The alpha looked like a bouncer and carefully eyed the others in the room as if protecting his flock.
He must have been part of the security in the lounge.
After getting us a gin and tonic each, again on Lothair’s account, Zach led us to a sofa, and we sat with him between us.
He and Lothair conversed casually, shouting into each other’s ears over the heavy beat.
Lothair asked about his job, miraculously managing not to be creepy about it, and Zach flirted with him outrageously.
It annoyed me, which was nonsense. I had no claim on Zach.
I kept my attention on the crowd, assessing threats out of sheer boredom.
The only danger in here would be someone drunk puking on us.
Or not even that—while the people definitely seemed to be buzzing, nobody was wasted.
I didn’t spot any hard drugs, couldn’t smell any pot, and nobody’s jacket was covering a gun holster.
I recognized some faces who would probably not appreciate being outed as club patrons.
Like the chief justice of the Ardaine Supreme Court, for instance.
The hulking alpha in his late forties was on his knees in front of a barely legal omega.
He nuzzled the boy’s belly and stroked his hips.
The omega patted his cheek condescendingly, and the man licked his palm like a dog.
He looked like he wanted nothing more than to serve the boy for the rest of the night and was begging to be allowed.
The most boisterous group sat opposite us—two older men in suits and three scantily clad boys.
One of the boys straddled one of the alphas and twerked his ass in his face while the others laughed.
A smaller door to the side flew open, and a fourth omega joined them, holding what looked like a replica of a dragon knot, except it was neon green.
I stared, dumbfounded.
I knew people had sex toys that resembled shifter anatomy, but I’d never actually seen one.
The omega stuck the toy to the table, and the silicone wobbled. The group cackled with glee.
The boy who’d been twerking straightened and stroked the toy with one hand. It was the length of his forearm, and the knot was bigger than his fist. Five pronounced ridges adorned the cock under the bulging head.
“No way!” the alpha yelled, laughing. “You can’t.”
“Wanna bet?” one of the omegas asked.
They hollered and bickered, and within a minute, there was a pile of hundred-dollar bills on the table.
The omega shimmied out of his metallic tights and, wearing only a red lace jockstrap, climbed onto the table.
“Oh, look!” Zach cried, nudging my arm.
I was looking all right.
Facing his friends, he knelt astride the toy and pointed the blunt tip between his ass cheeks. We were left with a perfect view of his stretching rim.
He began working himself onto the dildo, sliding up and down, lower, until his rim reached the knot.
His friends clapped and yelled encouragement. The alpha knelt in front of him and stroked his thighs, looking at him with heated eyes.
The omega rocked and bounced, moaning. He braced himself, leaning back, and began wriggling, pushing down onto the toy. The knot glistened with the slick that was leaking out of the omega’s dilated hole.
On a loud groan, he bore down, and his hole slowly swallowed the humongous knot.
His group erupted in cheers.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Lothair said.
Zach giggled. “Boy’s got talent.”
The omega panted, shaking, and the alpha buried his face in his groin. We couldn’t see properly from our vantage point, but he was probably sucking the omega’s cock.
The boy came, spasming on the knot. Then the alpha slowly lifted him, helping him off the toy.
His hole widened into a huge circle, the rim thin and almost white.
It looked like it would burst. But the knot popped out, and the omega cried out in pleasure as his hole slid up the length of the dildo and over the ridges.
The alpha sat back on the sofa with the omega in his lap, stuffing his fingers into the boy’s stretched ass, and they kissed.
The slick neon dildo sat on the table like a centerpiece.
My pants were uncomfortably tight. I wondered what Lothair was thinking. We just watched a human omega take a dragon-sized knot outside of heat, for fuck’s sake.
“Let’s dance.” Lothair’s sudden suggestion made me gape at him.
But Zach accepted the offered hand and stood, turning to me.
“Come on,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
“I’m good.”
Zach narrowed his eyes at me but let Lothair drag him to the stage.
I tried not to look at them, but the room didn’t offer many alternatives. I was either staring at other people having furtive sex in various inventive ways or flirting, being very well on the way to having sex…or I was watching Zach and Lothair dance.
Could I maybe look at my shoes?
Zach twirled and slithered around Lothair while Lothair skimmed his big hands over Zach’s curves. Their hips were in perfect sync, swaying and thrusting, and it wasn’t long before Zach was riding Lothair’s thigh while Lothair kneaded his ass cheeks in those nonexistent shorts.
Over Zach’s shoulder, Lothair stared at me.
He nuzzled the crook of Zach’s neck, closed his eyes for a heartbeat, and caught my gaze again.
When they turned, Zach looked at me, smiling invitingly.
He spun in Lothair’s arms until he had his back to Lothair’s chest and pushed his ass into Lothair’s groin. They moved to the beat, both of them with their eyes on me.
As if they danced for me.
Lothair cupped Zach’s chest, thumbing his nipples through the sheer top, and Zach’s eyelids fluttered. He ground against Lothair’s dick, erect in his slacks.
Not taking his eyes off me, Zach undid the upper button on his shorts and guided Lothair’s hand inside.
I didn’t do it consciously.
Some unknown force propelled me from the seat until I was flush with Zach’s chest, my hand on his ass.
He rocked in the rhythm, the three of us caught in a tide, and I easily found his wet hole, squeezing my fingers under the flimsy fabric of those ridiculous shorts. Lothair was jerking him off while I pumped two fingers in and out of his hole.
Zach moaned happily, leaning against me. He hugged me close, bringing my groin flush to his.
Except Lothair’s hand was there.
At the same time, Lothair thrust against my hand on Zach’s ass, pushing my fingers deeper.