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His other hand came up to my chest, fingers splayed across my pec. He was working me with practiced efficiency, and I realized with a start that this probably wasn’t the first time he’d done this to a stranger in this bath. That thought, for some reason, only made me harder.
“How many people have you—” I began.
“Shh,” Silas said, his lips finding my neck. “No more questions. Just enjoy yourself.”
And so help me, I did. Every stroke of his hand sent electricity through my core. The heat of the water, the skill of his touch, the knowledge that people were watching us, getting off on my pleasure… it all combined into something that made my heart race.
I heard footsteps on the stone, felt a shift in the water as someone else approached.
I cracked my eyes open to see the werewolf from earlier, the one with the dark fur, settling onto the edge of the pool nearby.
He was watching us openly, no attempt at discretion.
His eyes were bright, interested. His cock was already hard between his legs, leaking pre-cum into the water below.
“Don’t mind him,” Silas whispered. “He’s just enjoying the show.”
I should have felt violated. Exposed. Instead, something was awakening inside of me. I’d never thought about being an exhibitionist. But now… that’s all I wanted to do.
Silas’s hand picked up pace, and I felt myself getting close.
The tension that had been building in my body wasn’t just from his touch, it was everything.
The release I’d been denying myself, the permission I’d never given myself to just exist without productivity, without purpose.
It was all coming to a head right here in this bathhouse with a stranger’s hand on my cock and an audience of men watching.
“That’s it,” Silas murmured. “Cum for me, AJ. Everyone here just wants you to feel good.”
And then I was cumming, hard, my seed mixing with the mineral-laden water as my body seized with pleasure. It was intense and overwhelming and exactly what I needed, even though I hadn’t known it until that moment.
When I finally came back to myself, Silas had already withdrawn his hand. He was smiling at me, that sharp-toothed grin still in place.
“I’ve got a friend you need to see,” he said, one hand still rubbing small circles over my pec as I came down from my high. “He’s upstairs. Furthest room on the right. He’s a gifted healer and really good at working out… tension.”
I watched him stand, water cascading off his muscular form as he rose from the bath.
His cock stood hard and proud in front of him, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
My chest was still heaving, my body still humming with the aftereffects of what had just happened.
A stranger. In public. With an audience. And I still wanted more.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“Upstairs?” I managed, my voice hoarse.
“Yeah,” Silas said, offering me a hand to help me up. I took it, letting him pull me to my feet. My legs felt unsteady. “Just tell him Silas sent you. He’ll know exactly what you need.”
I nodded numbly, not trusting myself to speak. The werewolf was still watching me from his perch, and now the werebear had moved closer, positioning himself on the opposite side of the pool. I caught his eye and felt heat creep up my neck. How much had he seen? I knew the answer. All of it.
I grabbed my towel and made my way out of the main bath, my mind spinning.
The rational part of me, the part that helped run a multi-million dollar company and made calculated decisions, was screaming at me to get dressed and leave.
To forget this place existed. To pretend tonight had never happened.
To leave all these questions behind, never to be answered.
But another part of me, a part I’d apparently been suppressing for a very long time, was already climbing the stairs. And he didn’t care that this place was full of men with only one thing on their minds.
The second floor was quieter than the bath below. Dimmer too, with soft red lighting that came from sconces along the walls. There were doors lining the hallway, each one unmarked. The furthest room on the right, Silas had said.
My towel was still damp, clinging to my hips as I padded down the corridor.
The air up here smelled different. I wasn’t sure what it was until I walked by an open door that definitely had an occupant.
It was a human man, on his knees, sucking a giant purple cock that was jutted through a hole in the wall.
That smell? Sex. Lube. Cum. I’d never been around so much of it before and it awakened something deep within me. Something that craved more from this place. And I was going to get it before the rational part of my brain could kick back in.
I reached the last door and hesitated. My hand hovered over the handle. This was it. The moment where I could still turn back, pretend I’d gotten lost, head back downstairs and leave this place behind and forget Kavi ever told me it existed.
Instead, I knocked.
“Come in,” a voice called from inside. It was deep and smooth, with an accent I couldn’t place.
I pushed the door open.
The room beyond was nothing like I expected.
It wasn’t a massage room or a bath or a glory hole in the wall.
It was warm and inviting, lit by candles that flickered in what looked like glass holders.
There was a low bed in the center, draped in what looked like silk, and the walls were painted a deep, rich forest green.
The whole space smelled like cedar and pine and damp earth.
Above there was a large diamond shaped skylight, the stars scattered across the sky visible through it.