Chapter 26 Engaged #2
Lothair chuckled under his breath as he swung into our driveway. “Forbade him? They’re like that, huh?”
I waved at the guard by the gate as he let us pass. “Leo is more or less a full-time sub, but I think he thrives on the dynamic. He wears a collar and does what his alpha says, but Davidson dotes on him, so it works out.”
“Wow. Good for them, I guess.” Lothair licked his lips and grinned. “Now we have to meet them. I’m curious about the dragon who tamed Leonard Chase.”
“So, I can get you to socialize with other dragon shifters as long as you’re free to speculate about their kinks? Good to know.”
“What can I say? I have a one-track mind.” He parked and leaned over the console. “But you already know that, and you like it.” Then he pecked me on the lips.
He was right. I did enjoy the perks of his sex-crazed brain to the fullest.
When we came home, Lothair paused by the entry door, staring at his phone and frowning. I put my hands on his shoulders, and he twitched as if electrocuted. I grew instantly suspicious.
“Everything okay?” I asked in a neutral tone.
“Yeah. Sure.”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Not a thing.” He shook his head vehemently.
“You are a terrible liar, baby.”
“I’m not! It’s just when I’m with you…” He dragged his hand down his face as he walked through the atrium and plonked onto one of the sofas. He patted the cushion next to him. “Yes, I’ve been keeping a secret from you, but it’s making me jumpy, so now I need to tell you.”
Apprehensive, I sat next to him. He looked nervous but excited, too.
“What have you been up to? Please tell me it’s not another unauthorized base jump.”
He chuckled. “No. Nothing like that, I swear.”
“So?”
“Um. I was thinking we should do something before the wedding. Like a bachelor party, but…you know…our way. I wanted to surprise you, but now I’m afraid you’re not going to like it. I asked Zach, but he wasn’t sure either and said I should probably run it by you first.”
I recapped what he’d said but got stuck on one expression. “What is our way?”
Lothair’s ears got a little pink. “Erm. I was thinking of something private with little to no clothes on. You and me, a few omegas…” He bit his lip.
I lifted my eyebrows. “Lothair Courtemanche, you scoundrel, were you planning an actual orgy for our bachelor party?”
My mate blinked innocently. “We wouldn’t have to call it that.”
Except the idea stirred things in my underbelly. Memories came up, including the time I caught Lothair fucking three dancers in his study on a Tuesday morning. It was how we’d met, and I’d been horrified, judgmental…and so fucking aroused I’d considered jerking off in his downstairs bathroom.
I exhaled then met Lothair’s questioning gaze. “Give me details.”
“I could tell you all about it, but I’m also hoping that you might trust me with this and let me surprise you. If you want to do it, that is.”
Lothair, me, and omegas willing to do unspeakable things, a wild night of debauchery, just for us…
It could be a potential disaster, depending on with whom we’d do it and where.
The control freak in me wanted to start discussing background checks, security staff, and NDAs.
But Lothair knew me better than anyone and wanted to throw a sex party for me.
He knew I would freak out if we did something shady.
So, I bit back the barrage of questions and pieces of advice and just nodded. “I trust you. Surprise me.”
My mate’s eyes got wide for a moment before he gave me his happiest smile.
“This is going to be epic!”
He pecked my cheek and ran off, already dialing someone on his phone.
Well, then.
I went to shower.
After our short conversation in the atrium, Lothair didn’t mention the bachelor party again. He never told me when it would be, and during the upcoming weeks, every Friday and Saturday night, I expected something unexpected. But nothing happened.
Our newly hired wedding planner didn’t defy our request to keep it simple despite the large number of guests.
We had a wedding date, the invitations had been sent to half of the dragon shifter community in Ardaine, and we’d booked a band, a catering company, and an appointment to choose and adjust our tuxedos.
Everything was running almost suspiciously smoothly.
Lothair wrapped up his latest filming project on time, I met with a couple of new mentees, and we settled into a cozy routine of domestic bliss with visits from Zach every other weekend.
I’d sublet my apartment, so Zach came to Lothair’s—I was still getting used to calling the mansion my home too.
Since Zach felt safe with us, he didn’t come with the driver-bodyguard from Rafaelo and, unusually, he stayed for Sunday morning breakfast. After that, we or someone from Lothair’s staff drove him back to the city.
Of course, as soon as I stopped looking for clues about the surprise party and nearly forgot about it, that was when it happened.
Lothair met me at the downtown Cassidy and Hassel office on a Friday evening.
I should have noticed something was up when he instructed the driver to take us to a restaurant instead of home.
He muttered something about our cook taking a day off and quickly changed the subject.
After a lovely dinner in a small, secluded place I’d never been to before, we got back into the back seat of our car.
But as soon as we left the garage, the driver made a wrong turn.
“This will bring us back to the center,” I said, still clueless.
Lothair grinned, rooting in his jacket pocket. “Yep. Put this on, okay?”
A sleep mask dangled from his fingers.
And it dawned on me. “Really?”
“Just play along, for my sake.”
Blindfolded, I got shuttled around town for what felt like an unnecessarily long time.
All kinds of scenarios ran through my head, but the first stop was just an evening spa.
I received a thorough massage from an older, mighty alpha, sweated in the sauna, took an ice bath, and soaked in a Jacuzzi, and after a few glasses of champagne, we were out.
Back in the car, Lothair made me wear the blindfold again.
The spa had mellowed out my body, but in my head, fantasies were running amok. I was maybe a little impatient. “What now? Are we getting a pedicure?”
“Haha. Smartass. If you misbehave, I’ll take you somewhere with ropes and paddles.”
I didn’t want to ruin it for him, so I bit my tongue and endured another endless trip in the dark.
Finally, the car stopped, and Lothair helped me out onto a sidewalk and up some stairs.
The change in temperature and ambient sounds meant we were now indoors.
It smelled like a bar or maybe a hotel, with zealous AC and a mix of perfumes in the air.
We climbed more flights of stairs, and I stumbled a couple of times, but Lothair caught me.
Then came what seemed like a long hallway and a few more stairs. Lothair paused, holding my elbow.
“Before I open the door, just listen. Everybody inside has been vetted and has signed an NDA. Kim gave me a protocol, and we followed it religiously. The Cassidy and Hassel staff have checked the location, and we just passed a team of guards who won’t let anyone in.
You’re not working tonight, understand?”
“I understand.”
My heart was thumping wildly, and my balls tingled. No, I wouldn’t be thinking about work.
Lothair kissed me lightly on the lips. He removed the blindfold, and when my eyes adjusted, the first thing I saw was his signature cocky smirk.
“I love that I’ve corrupted you,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
I kissed him back then whispered against his lips, “And I’ve made you follow protocol.”
Eyes shining, he laughed out loud. “That you did! Are you ready?”
I hoped so. “Sure.”
Lothair opened the door, which lead to a dimly lit corridor. “This place is all ours for the night, with everything inside it.”
I followed him around a corner and to another door. Sultry, jazzy tones drifted from behind it. Lothair walked through and stepped aside, and the room opened in front of me.
A giant low-hanging crystal chandelier dominated the space.
Were those real candles? No, there wasn’t any fire hazard, but the small bulbs almost looked like candles.
Then I noticed the scent—hints of omega slick and maybe even traces of omega cum—and I saw the bodies laid out on a large crescent-shaped sofa.
In the subdued lighting, they looked otherworldly. Smooth skin in various hues, colorful lace, glistening eyes… A thought flashed through my brain, glowing like a neon sign. They’re all ours for the night!
A red-haired omega lay on his stomach, his long legs, in fishnet stockings, crossed and bent casually.
Red garter belts framed his pale, bare ass, and pretty, delicate freckles covered his shoulders.
He looked at me with luminous green eyes through the openings in a red lace mask, his plush lips smiling invitingly.
Another boy rested with one foot on the sofa cushion, legs spread without shame, his soft cock barely covered in his sheer white briefs.
He had a flat stomach and a narrow chest with tiny pink nipples and wore a white lace collar around his neck.
Both his briefs and collar were adorned with pink bows, and another large bow was tucked into his blond curls.
He looked wrapped like a naughty little present.
He must have been young, and under different circumstances, I’d have asked to see his driver’s license.
I’d said I trusted Lothair, though, and I did.
Doe-eyed innocence usually didn’t do it for me, but then the boy squinted at me through his white lace mask and licked his lips, his gaze trailing up and down my body in a way that wasn’t innocent at all, and my balls tingled.
A third man lay on his side, fully naked aside from a dark-blue corset around his waist. His pecs were large, with big, fat nipples.
The soft flesh spilled over the edge of the corset.
He had a stunning, ripe body with generous hips, and he was the only one not wearing a mask.
He gave me a sultry smirk, and I recognized him.
He was the server from the club Lothair once took me to, the place with the mermen in aquariums. He’d left us a note, inviting us for a threesome, but we hadn’t taken him up on the offer, which I’d regretted ever since.
William was his name. I found myself drawn to his tits, and he knew because he rolled a puffy nipple between his thumb and forefinger then tugged on it.
How had Lothair convinced him to come here?
A fourth omega stood leaning on a bar counter to the left, his bare ass cheeks on display in his lacy black jockstrap.
He turned toward us with a wide grin and put his elbows on the counter, pushing his slim hips forward.
His nipples were pierced, and he wore a black velvet mask, covering half of his face.
He was slender, all smooth dark skin and lean muscle, and his dark-brown eyes seemed sharp and assessing as he scanned my face.
Every one of the boys was beautiful, each different. And they were all looking at me with expectant smiles. I had no idea what to do or say as I ate them up with my gaze.
A fifth masked omega appeared in front of me, his tall form wrapped in elaborate lingerie.
He kissed me on the lips without preamble.
I smiled into the kiss when I realized who it was.
Zach didn’t say a word, though. Instead of a hello, he began unbuttoning my shirt.
Lothair’s hands stroked my shoulders then removed my jacket.
Zach took my hand and led me to the sofa.
He pushed me to sit, and two omegas immediately cuddled to my sides.
The youngest one in white settled to my left and stroked my thigh with a nimble hand while William sneaked his fingers under my open shirt and explored my stomach.
His tits stuck out, supported by the corset, and I thought of sucking on them like I’d wanted to that night at the club.
Someone took off my shirt. The omega with nipple piercings knelt before me and nuzzled my groin before unzipping my pants.
My boxer briefs bulged. Grinning, the omega tucked the hem under my balls and licked a swath up my rearing cock, lingering around the ridges.
And still, nobody said a thing. But I was quite okay with the silence; no introductions were necessary for what we were about to do.
Aroused and distracted, I barely noticed the click-click sounds before my wrists were encased in metal.
They spread my arms and cuffed my hands to a railing behind the sofa backrest. I could probably rip the handcuffs’ chains…
but what would be the fun in that? Two omegas kissed my cheeks, and the pierced one pressed a kiss to my leaking slit.
My precum left a glistening mark on his full lips, and he licked it off, smirking. Then they left me on the sofa alone.
I looked around, searching for Lothair, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. With my dick out and arms spread, I felt exposed. What were the boys up to?
Lothair’s voice came from behind me. “Patience.”
I chuckled helplessly. Not like I had a choice.