Chapter 60: "Control? NO!"

Birgir:

The club thumped darky as bodies swayed and grinded in a sweaty, alcohol induced euphoria as Onyx and the girls slammed back shots with bright smiles.

“She makes “Jarheads” look like wimps with all those shots.” Mikkel laughed darkly in link, watching as her royal blue, silk cladded body sway seductively with the bass aching darkly through our bodies.

“Pussies.” Ejder growled darkly, feeling the throbbing ache between my legs as Ejder silently observed from the shadows.

Seb and Celia surprised us with their admission of owning this club with the private sex club “Velvet” underneath for mated couples, and a few singles that lost their mates or were rejected.

Seb explained to us privately, while the girls danced and had a good time together that him and Celia vetted every member, ensuring the safety and freedom of all mated couples with a safe place to express their sexuality.

“Birgir, come dance with me.” Onyx linked happily as my eyes zeroed in on her gorgeous silvery-purple locks, flipping and swaying against the glistening rainbow of LED lights.

Davyn and Mikkel stood at the V.I.P bar with Byron, laughing and watching the crowd of inebriated flesh, sway and roll against the hazy fog of sweaty arousal. Onyx clutched tightly to my hand with an ambush of fiery static, crawling along my body with a dark shiver of excitement.

Smirking darkly as she spun around on her spiked heels, grinding her plump ass against my aching groin as we fell into a silent exchange between our bodies.

“ONYX!” Rija shouted happily, wrapping her arms around Onyx’s neck, sandwiching her in between us as Rija grinded on her thigh with glazed eyes.

“She’s blitzed.” Mikkel laughed darkly in link, looking over my shoulder as they held up their glasses with dark, shit eating grins.

Ejder purred darkly, feeling the rushing heat of her palms as they slid down and up my thighs, shivering violently under her blazing fingertips.

Rija turned as Onyx held a hand around her waist, swaying and grinding at the same rhythm of our hips, causing a weird sensation to overflow from my core.

“Two females.” Ejder grunted lowly, flashing vivid images of Onyx with another woman, observing in dark ecstasy.

“Easy “Big Guy”.” Davyn laughed darkly in link with the growling moans of our dragons agreeing with the images.

“Do you think she would like something like that?” I groaned back as her ass pushed firmly back into my sultry sway of grinding, thrusting quickly to let her feel what she was doing to me.

“Never know.” Ejder purred darkly, laughing at his dark mood as his arousal increased with each brush of her ass, igniting a fiery inferno in our core.

Closing my eyes, feeling the swirling heat of sweaty flesh and erratic shocks of electricity, flooding my senses as our bodies melted and flowed dangerously to the dark bass thumping.

Inhaling sharply as buttercream invaded my nostrils with a spicy tang of cinnamon mixed into a heavenly aroma.

Rolling my lip over my teeth in pure bliss, gripping firmly to her hips as we danced in an erotic display of attraction.

“Hah. Says the one who never let women touch him.” Ejder laughed darkly, realizing he was right with a dark grunt.

“Hey! My trio are waiting down in “Velvet” you coming?” Rija’s southern drawl tickled my senses.

Onyx stuttered in her swaying, looking at her under hooded eyes as she looked over her shoulder with a questioning brow.

Onyx shooed Rija away with a bright smile as she turned around, straddling my thigh with a chesty moan as her weeping core ignited a dangerous fury inside my body.

It was like a beacon pulsating as Mikkel and Davyn caged her in against our trembling abdominal muscles. Exhaling darkly as her tender fingers, trailed along the muscles in a dark trance of arousal.

The club lights dropped to a darkened blanket of shadows and glowing neon colors as Armin Van Buuren “Blah Blah Blah” thumped violently through the speakers, watching Onyx kick her heels off.

The multi-colored glow necklace bounced and twirled as her body let loose with her hands fisted high above her head.

“What the Hell!” Ejder laughed darkly, watching Onyx slither her hands all over her body, highlighted by the black lights as her iridescent scales glowed softly.

The crowd was oblivious to her beautiful golden scales, reflecting the dancing lights like tiny crystals placed delicately along her creamy skin.

Frozen by her seductive dance as our dragons roared in laughter, realizing she had snaked through the sweaty crowd and was descending the stairs for “Velvet”.

Rushing quickly through the mob that encased us like a ball pit, struggling to push through with as little force as possible.

“Don’t hurt the drunks.” Ejder laughed loudly, finally slipping out from the heavy blanket of sweaty flesh with a dark exhale.

The two bodyguards handling the entrance, halted us with their swirling pools of blackness as we presented our custom bracelets to gain access.

“Enjoy.” The one to the right, smiled darkly as his eyes flickered between us and the chaos of fleshy arousal on the dance floor.

Nodding with a firm smirk as we descended the blue hued stairs, slipping through the black velvet curtains as soft moans, and heavy chatter filled our senses.

Scanning the rich mahogany bar, designed in a “speak easy” décor as the bartender waved for us to approach.

“Where is she?” Mikkel linked calmly as our eyes scanned the room, recognizing quite a few shifters and their mates.

“I don’t know, but the bartender seems to know who we are.” I replied smoothly as we walked along the black and gold “fleur de lis” designed carpet, gazing quietly out across the private club with two long hallways with glass viewing panels.

“On the house.” The bartender laughed softly as he slid over three “Absinthe’s” with a beautiful blue flame dancing along the top of the green liquid as the sugar cubes melted into the haunting liquid.

“Fuck me running. Green Fairies!” Mikkel laughed darkly as Davyn and I perked our brow at him in amusement.

Ejder laughing at his goofiness.

“A “Miss Onyx” told me to tell you “three”, room three down the right hallway.” The bartender perked a curious brow, stirring in the remaining sugar cube as the sweet, tangy liquor hit straight to our cores.

Blowing out small huffs of smoke, catching the eye of the bartender as he smirked darkly.

“Damn! What was in that?” Ejder laughed darkly, feeling the effects of the liquor which was unusual for dragons.

“You’re Arin. One of Byron’s walkers, right?” Davyn shook his hand firmly with a nod to his answer.

“Yeah. Seb and Celia approached me a while back when they started the club. I’m a silent bouncer down here, overseeing that the members follow the rules.” Arin smirked darkly as he leaned closer, sliding three more “Green Fairies” to us.

A couple approached beside us as Arin quickly served them two shots of bear-shine and a collar that the female happily clipped around her neck. Disappearing into the dimly lit club as we turned our gazes back to Arin as he stirred the sugar cubes with a devilish smirk.

“What’s the collar for?” I pointed to the few in the club that were wearing the same braided leather collar.

“For the Submissives, and to let others know they are spoken for.” Arin chuckled lowly as Ejder purred darkly from the shadows.

“Dude, alcohol doesn’t affect us, so what’s in these?” Davyn held up his glass as he downed the “Green Fairy” with a dark, sinister glint etched across his face.

“It’s a special blend with distilled Dragon’s breath but just enough to get buzzed.” Arin laughed darkly as his eyes glazed over with mischief.

“Enough chit chat.” Ejder grumbled darkly, feeling the warm sensation of tingles as the alcohol slowly crept through my veins.

Leaving him a tip as we approached the hallway, passing by viewing windows that could be reversed from looking out, or to looking in as room three stood alone at the end of the corridor.

“I could smell her at the end of the hallway.” Mikkel smirked darkly as he looked over his shoulder, knocking three times before the door clicked open.

Buttercream mixed with that spicy tang of cinnamon, clouding our senses as we stepped into the darkened room allowing our dragon sight to adjust to the lower density of the shadows.

Purring darkly…

The room was simple with a four-poster bed positioned center of the room with no headboard to allow for full access, but the posters allowed for us to secure arms and legs.

Along the ceiling was a drop cage to allow for suspension, and several different sex chairs peppered throughout the shadowed embraced room.

“Be afraid, very afraid.” Ejder growled darkly, causing the already intense feeling of pulsing to skyrocket through the roof as Mikkel and Davyn loosened their collars with sinister scoffs.

“Wait! Arin passed out those collars to Submissives. We didn’t get collars so does that mean she gave us…” Mikkel rambled on like a kid on a sugar rush before “jacking off” to a poster of choice for the month.

“Control? No!” Davyn and I rebutted darkly, remembering the last time she did something like this.