Solana
When we got home the guys left me to my own devices. I stole a few more pillows and another blanket and burrowed among them in Ace's room. Each of the guys has a distinct scent, and surprisingly they each compliment one another. It's almost comforting to be surrounded by their scents like this in Ace's bed. I doubt he feels the same way but he hasn't commented about it either.
I'm trying to make sense of what my brother told me today about Rimori and Elena, the mother of monsters. But every time I think about it I smolder instantly, flames threatening to ignite.
I'm so wrapped up in my own thoughts I nearly miss the knock at the door.
"Rise and shine, Sunshine!" Eli's voice is far too chipper for the mood I'm set in. "I've got a surprise for you, get ready to go out."
"Is this an Ace-sanctioned outing?" I spit back at him bitterly.
"Would it really make a difference?" He purrs. When I don't respond he rips the blankets off of me and swats me on the ass. "Up! Put on whatever you'd like. We leave in 15 minutes exactly so I suggest you get a move on."
***
I have zero desire to go anywhere right now, but here I am dressed for the occasion outside of a club I've never been to before.
"Smile Sunshine, tonight isn't about business. This is for pleasure." Eli beams at me conspiratorially looking every one of his 28 young years.
The Den, as the club is called, is intimately small. It reminds me more of a man cave than anything else. Dark liquors on the shelves, leather couches on the edges of the room, and dim lighting where you can easily see your surroundings whilst still feeling protected by the dark.
"Drink?" Eli asks me nodding towards the bar.
He leads me by the hand over to the bar and orders for both of us. The amber liquid burns a smooth path down my throat and warms my belly.
Since we first met at Caligo, before either of us knew who we were, Eli has always come off as the fun-loving one, the easy-going one, carefree. Even when he told me about how he came to be a part of Death and his mate, whatever pain he suffered doesn't seem to have to strangle-hold on him as it does me. The pathetic part is Hunter wasn't even my mate.
"Was it hard?" I ask Eli, whose face breaks into a dazzling, shit-eating grin.
"You're going to have to be a bit more specific, Sunshine." Eli laughs with a suggestive smile.
"Your mate, when you found her. Was it hard to let her go?" Eli's smile falters and he covers it up with another taste of his drink.
"Initially, maybe," Eli responds honestly but then forces a smile, "but now look at me, I'm free! I'm not tied down to anyone, I can go anywhere, do anything. I'm certainly not missing out." Eli's words lack the conviction needed to truly believe what he says. Behind that smile is a guy just as broken as me, just as empty, and just as guarded.
His chocolate eyes narrow in on mine as he runs his knuckles softly along my arm. "I know how badly you hurt when Hunter left, and I can't speak to the man he was four years ago, but neither of you are the same now. Maybe it's time to try something new?"
Eli steps into my space, pressing his body into mine and cupping my face in his hand. "Just for one night, forget the past, forget your pain and your anger, and feel how good it feels to be free."
He brings his lips down onto mine and whether it's the alcohol or our unfinished business from that first night at Caligo, I find myself giving in to his suggestion.
Feeling me melt into him, Eli snakes his inked arms around my waist, holding me upright and ever closer to him. Our tongues get reacquainted and tangle together playfully. He still tastes of mangoes and hickory smoke, a charred sweetness.
His mouth descends down my jaw towards my neck, his tongue lapping at my skin just as playfully. "I've wanted to bring you here since I first laid eyes on you. This place is similar to Caligo in many ways, but rather than deeds done in the dark, people come here to show off and to watch."
He grips me by my ass, pulling me up enough for him to kiss and lick down my chest. The softness of his lips wars against the dominance in his grip of my body. "And wearing this little black dress of yours, in those skyscraper heels, I'd love nothing more than to show you off."
Eli doesn't escalate his advances, he continues to suck on my chest and neck patiently awaiting my answer.
Maybe I could let go for one night...maybe I should.
"Okay," I breathe against his ear, "show me."
Eli slams his lips to mine and then grabs my hand and pulls me through the club up a short set of stairs to a lofted lounge with a glass floor and railing.
There are three other couples up here, each of which in different stages of their sexual encounters. One just warming up, the other two actively and openly making love for the few along the walls to watch and play with themselves. One man is leaning against a wall watching the three couples as a girl kneels before him and takes his cock into her throat.
"We can stop anytime, Sunshine. If it becomes too much let me know," Eli reassures me when he sees me taking in my new surroundings. "Come here." He commands me over to the glass railing.
He stands behind me, both of us facing the club and watching the patrons below.
"I want you to scan the crowd, Sunshine," Eli says as he slides his hands down my waist and to the bottom hem of my dress. "Some of them like to show off, but some of them are here to watch. It could be a man, it could be a woman... but find someone who's watching you."
Obediently I scan the crowd looking for someone when I feel drawn to look straight ahead at the lounge across the club below. My breath hitches as my eyes lock onto their target and recognize him as none other than Dean.
Eli slips his hand up my thighs and hooks his finger into the crotch of my panties, tugging them down and ripping them apart so they fall to the floor as scraps of fabric.
"Have you found someone?" He breathes against my neck.
"Yes," I whimper.
"Man or woman?" He hums.
"Man." I breathe, wondering if I should tell him it's one of his pack mates.
Eli's hands cup my breasts over my dress, pinching at my nipples so they peak beneath the silky fabric. He gently glides his hands over my shoulders pulling the straps of my dress down over the sides of my arms low enough for my breasts to pour out of my dress.
"Spread your legs for me, Solana," he commands. His hand travels from my hip down to the front of my dress, pulling it up and exposing my bare pussy to the patrons below. Swiftly Eli presses a finger against my clit and rubs small circles that send me spiraling into ecstasy.
"He would give anything to be the one touching you right now. He wants to know what it feels like to touch you, to taste you, to feel and hear you cum."
Fuck, I can see why Eli gets off on people watching him fuck. The knowledge that Dean is down there watching Eli work my body has my pussy clenching and squeezing, desperate to be filled.
"Are you ready to let go with me, Solana?" He whispers in my ear.
All I can do is nod against his chest, my voice is lost to the moans he's drawing from me.
"Say it. Look at him and tell us what you want."
"Fuck, I want you inside me," I moan as I see Dean lick his lips and free his cock from the confines of his pants. He strokes himself patiently, long and slow, the sporadic glinting at the tip of his cock reminding me of the piercing he has there.
Eli lifts the back of my dress over my ass and notches himself at my weeping entrance. "His eyes are fixed on you, Sunshine. He's desperate to be the one to push inside you. But tonight you're mine," Eli growls as he pushes himself easily into my slick core.
When he bottoms out, Eli pulls out and slides back into me slowly at first eliciting desperate moans from deep in my chest. He quickens his pace with every thrust, building up speed and pressure within my core until I'm yearning for release.
"He'll have to go home fantasizing about what it feels like to be inside you because now you're mine." Eli slams into me making me cry out loudly over the noise of the club. "Say it, tell him who you belong to tonight."
"You! Fuck, my body is yours!"
Feeling my core clenched tight around his cock, he wraps both hands around the front of my neck, pulling back so I'm forced to arch my back and push my chest out. The curve of my back is so sharp I'm practically upright from the waist up.
Though we're surrounded by hundreds of eyes, fucking Eli like this somehow feels extremely intimate. He's asking me to trust him with my body — to expose me, touch me, fill me in front of a club full of strangers. He's asking me to trust him to catch me if I allow myself to let go and let him in.
I literally have nothing left to lose, so why not? Why not let go and fall headlong into Eli's arms?
My walls pulse around his shaft to the beat of my heart. I reach my arms behind me, grabbing onto his ass for leverage and to pull him in closer to me so that each thrust pushes him further into my body and into my heart.
He's relentless. He doesn't release my throat, he doesn't slow his pace, and with the angle I'm bent I can't move my hips to grind back into him. I'm locked on him, forced to absorb all the pleasure from his thick cock from my pussy alone.
"That's it, baby, let go."
I can't even make a sound, my moans are caught in my throat, thwarted by his dominating pressure on my neck.
I almost don't register the look on Dean's face. Any and all lust it once wore has now been covered up along with his cock. I don't immediately know why he stopped watching me but when I catch Ace's dark, hungry gaze on me from beside Dean, I combust audibly around Eli's cock.
Eli releases my neck and slows his pace, helping me to ride the wave of euphoria crashing through me. Then with a final thrust he finds his own release, spilling himself inside me for Ace and the others to witness.