Chapter 48 Raven
Raven
“You’ve never been to a nightclub?” From Zane’s expression, you’d think I’d just admitted to eating kittens for breakfast. Why was he so surprised? Not all witches loved to party.
Okay, so maybe ninety-nine percent of witches loved to party, and Glynda and I were statistical outliers since we both preferred a good book or a Witchflix binge.
“My poor sweet witch.” Zane sighed. “Since I’m a caring, sharing mate,” he winked at Maverick while emphasizing the word sharing, “I consider it my duty to educate you on the joys of sex clubs.”
I choked while flushing hot enough to light a fire. “It’s a sex club?”
“Which part of orgy room didn’t you understand?” Alaric scoffed before rolling his eyes and stalking away with his phone.
My blush deepened. Zane slid closer and took my hand in his.
“No need to be embarrassed, pet. I’ll make sure you’re perfectly safe and well taken care of.”
“In the orgy room?”
Maverick growled. “Nobody gets to see my mate but me.” Zane tapped his foot in annoyance. “And her other mates,” my bear added somewhat reluctantly. By the stars, my bear was a possessive alpha. He hated sharing me. Poor Maverick.
“Fine, so maybe the orgy room is off the menu.” Zane hummed. “For now.”
I fidgeted while picturing what an orgy might be like. A small part of me (okay, a large part of me) thought perhaps it would be…hot?
When Zane’s grin widened, I realized he’d not only read my thoughts again but also sensed my lust.
Kenji popped into view at the far side of our luxurious suite of rooms for the night and then disappeared into the bedroom I’d claimed.
There were three bedrooms in this apartment, all attached to a central living space, and each with a private bathroom. The accommodation was way better than I expected. And far nicer than the other small hotels we’d visited while searching for somewhere to stay.
Even better, the rooms had blackout blinds, so Rasmus would be safe from the sunlight.
When I’d expressed concern the sun would burn him now that we were further south, he’d reassured me he could handle it for short durations.
Only new vampires were vulnerable to the sun, he said.
The older and more powerful ones, like him, could remain outside during the day, but would suffer a measure of discomfort in full sun after a few minutes.
“Will there be dancing?” I liked the idea of dancing more than I liked the idea of putting on a sexy show for random people.
“Yes, pet. Drinks too.”
“We won’t be staying long, little mate,” Maverick grumbled with a lot of side-eye in Zane’s direction. “I think it’s best if we all stick together for now.”
“Vanilla popsicle can stay with the blood prince,” Zane suggested.
The incubus was lucky Alaric wasn’t within earshot. His default setting was grumpy these days, and the more Zane taunted him with stupid comments and sly digs, the moodier he got. At least Rasmus had a sense of humor. He just licked his fangs and smirked whenever Zane made a dubious comment.
“I’m happy to stay here and wait for you to return,” Rasmus rasped. “My glamour isn’t strong, so I’d rather not test it if there are witches in this club.”
“There will be,” Zane confirmed. “Witches are kinky bitches. They usually hang out in the BDSM rooms.”
“BDSM?” What did that mean? I puzzled over the letters. “Big dick sex machine?”
The others sniggered. “Stupid witch,” Kenji scoffed. “Bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism.”
“I’m still none the wiser,” I admitted.
“Ask Zane to explain. He knows all about the kinky stuff.”
“How come you know what it means? You’re a kitsune.”
“I know everything.”
I really wished my familiar acted like normal familiars instead of giving me tiny nuggets of information and expecting me to fill in the gaps. The cat familiars back at school were cute, friendly, and loving toward their witches. Kenji could stand to be a bit more loving and cute.
Still, he usually came through when I needed him the most.
Zane patiently explained what BDSM meant, elaborating on what Kenji had already told me. At the end of his mini-lecture, I couldn’t decide whether being tied up and spanked was a good thing.
“You’ll love it,” he assured me.
Maverick growled and folded his big frame around me. “Ignore the stupid incubus. Nobody is making you do anything you’re not comfortable with, little mate. If all you want to do is dance, that’s fine.”
“Pity the mage isn’t joining us,” Zane mused. “I’d have fun with him in the BDSM rooms.”
“The day you touch me with any part of your body, you prick, is the day you die,” Alaric said when he walked back in and caught Zane’s comment.
Zane summoned a blade and waved it at Alaric.
“Ooh, I’m in the mood for some blood play tonight,” he sang while twerking.
To my surprise, Alaric didn’t rise to the bait this time.
Instead he disappeared into the third bedroom and slammed the door shut.
“Looks like I’m sleeping with you tonight, pet,” Zane smirked.
“There’s a couch,” Maverick pointed out. “Raven’s mine tonight.” I rolled my eyes. Would they ever learn to share?
“Are you sure this outfit isn’t too…I dunno, much?” I stared at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. There had been nothing suitable for clubbing in what little I’d packed for our trip, and my magic skills didn’t extend to conjuring up new clothes. Sadly.
But to my surprise, an outfit had appeared by the time I stepped out of the shower. It wasn’t one I’d have chosen myself, but I guessed whoever bought it thought it suitable for Hell.
The black leather dress barely skimmed the tops of my thighs, and the zipper down the front kept sliding down to reveal enough cleavage to make a slutty she-wolf happy. The dress, paired with the thigh-high boots I’d found in the same box, guaranteed plenty of attention.
“It’s perfect.” Zane rested his hands on my shoulders and grinned at me in the mirror. His black hair curled over his shoulder, and he’d added some kohl to his eyes, highlighting how pale they were. My handsome incubus was the world’s sexiest goth, and I was here for it.
Tonight he wore tight leather pants to match my dress and a loose-fitting white shirt. If I looked closely, I could see his pierced nipples through the silky fabric, which made my mouth water. One day I would get my nipples pierced. It looked so cool.
“Yes, pet,” Zane purred. “I’m happy to pierce them for you.” Dammit. I needed to work on my shield. “We can pierce your clit too,” he added as he slid his hand under my leather mini dress.
“Oh my goddess! No!”
“No? It sure feels like you want me to.” A needy moan slipped out as he brushed through my wet folds and purred with satisfaction. The sound of footsteps made me shove Zane’s hand away before he could tear my panties off.
“Ready, little mate?” I turned to see my bear had changed into a pair of dark jeans and a pale blue shirt. He looked delicious with his neatly trimmed beard and tanned complexion. Like a sexy mountain man. I half wished he’d chosen to wear a lumberjack shirt, but it was too late to ask him now.
I hesitated.
Wearing such a short, tight dress made me self-conscious. Maybe other witches were comfortable showing off their assets, but I wasn’t. I preferred casual clothes, like jeans and sweats. This dress would have been more at home on the slinky siren we met when we first arrived.
My vampire appeared in the doorway from the second room. In the time it took me to blink, he was at my side.
“I can sense your uncertainty,” he said. “But you look beautiful.”
“I do?”
Maverick nodded. “He’s right, little mate. You are stunning.”
“Good enough to eat,” Zane agreed, managing, like always, to lower the tone.
Rasmus slipped his hand into the pocket of his tailored pants. I gasped when he pulled out a beautiful ruby on a thick gold chain. The gem sparkled as it caught the light.
“This was my mother’s,” he said. “And now it’s yours.”
My jaw dropped at the size of the stone. “That must be worth a fortune! I can’t possibly…” My voice trailed off as I contemplated what would happen if I lost it.
“You are my soul-bonded mate, which makes you my queen.”
Everyone fell silent. “But…”
“No buts. I might be the last of my kind, but you are still my queen.” He scooped my hair off the nape of my neck and fastened the pendant in place.
It rested in the hollow of my throat, above my mother’s amulet, reminding me that not so long ago, he’d sunk his fangs into my throat and drunk my blood.
I shivered at the memory.
“The ruby is enchanted, my queen. When it’s around your neck, I will always be able to find you.”
“Like a GPS,” Kenji commented from his perch on the sofa. “Not very trusting of the vamp, but I approve.”
“I hardly think I’m going to get lost,” I huffed, as much to Kenji as to Rasmus.
“No, but given the demon attacks lately, the more protections you have, the better I’ll feel,” Maverick said.
Zane grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Rasmus. “Time to party, pet!”