“Shit.” I smooth my hands over the leather pants in wonder. “What happened to the clothes I was wearing?”
“You’re still wearing them. This is a glamour.”
“Wow. It’s incredible.”
Drax puffs up his chest and preens a little. “I’m glad you like it. Now, what should I wear to the club?”
I’ve gotten so used to his nudity that it’s actually startling when the air around him shimmers and he’s suddenly wearing pants. He put on his human glamour at the same time, so the mesh top stretches too tightly over his chest and it looks like he’s smuggling a python in those leather pants.
“I don’t think I like this.” Drax grimaces and shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
I can’t tear my eyes off of his dick bulge, and it’s possible a little bit of drool is about to make an appearance. I really shouldn’t have sex with him again. It’s only going to confuse things for both of us. But holy good goddamn, the man is a wet dream.
“Maybe the discomfort would be worth it though,” he muses, and I finally manage to tear my eyes away from the way the leather molds itself around his cock.
“You should be comfortable.” Without thinking, I reach over and put my hand on his. His whole body vibrates, but I can feel him trying to rein himself in and play it cool. This is why I need to stop drooling over his dick. He’s too sweet to play with when I don’t mean it. “Can I… I mean, can you give me your magic again? I want to see if I can dress you too.”
He grunts in agreement, and a second later, I feel the warm tingle in our bond. I thought it was the glamour itself causing that feeling before, but apparently it was his magic. I close my eyes and picture him wearing a pair of jeans and a black vest with nothing underneath it. And when I open them again, the new clothes have replaced the mesh top and leather pants. Admittedly, I did still give him an epic dick bulge. Sue me.
“Thank you, this is more comfortable.” He runs his hands over the vest appreciatively. “Do you like it?”
“I picked it out,” I remind him with a grin, realizing that we’re closer than we were before, leaning into each other like maybe…
Roman’s whistle cuts through the tension of the moment and I jump back, nearly toppling out of my chair.
“Looking good.” Roman shoots me a wink and a smirk. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?”
“Nope,” I answer in a hurry, standing up and putting a few feet of space between Drax and me.
As soon as he stands up, the shadowy demon servants descend on the table to clear it. I hold back my shudder. I’m not sure I’ll ever get over how creepy that is, even if it is convenient.
Roman is dressed now, with a leather collar around his neck, a black tank top, and jeans. He’s looking more feral than usual, his eyes glowing yellow and his canine teeth elongated. He’s also rocking a major dick bulge, but for some reason it’s less interesting than Drax’s. Stupid mating bond.
Cassius and Atlas are only a minute behind Roman. I’m not even sure Atlas changed his clothes, still rocking a t-shirt and slacks, and Cassius decided to go full Gothic vamp with a red cape and a ruffled shirt.
“Who’s ready for some fun?” Cassius rubs his hands together.
“And to meet a sorcerer,” I remind him. “I have to find out if he knows where Rune is.”
Cassius waves that off dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll talk to Alenor. Keep your pants on.” He drags his eyes over me, landing on my leather pants, and he raises his eyebrows. “On second thought…”
“Let’s just go,” Drax growls, stepping in front of me to block Cassius’s lecherous view.
“Let’s go,” I agree.
DRAX
Usually when Cas,Atlas, and Roman get all horny and decide to go chase ass, I stay home. They dragged me out once, then said I ruined the vibe by conjuring a tome to study in a quiet corner of the bar.
When we materialize outside of Full Moon, I keep an arm around Mac’s shoulders until he casually slips out of my grasp. Tonight is the perfect chance to show him that I’m matematerial. It can be like a first date. The fact that there’s some work to be done only makes it more perfect, if you ask me. We’ll have a few drinks, dance together, interrogate a sorcerer… I can’t imagine a better first date.
Cassius checks his watch while Roman leads the way to the club entrance.
“We have about an hour until Alenor is supposed to be here. So, have some fun and I’ll let you know when he arrives.”
“Hell yeah, we’ll have some fun!” Roman howls, scooping Cassius up and hoisting him over his shoulder. Cas hisses but doesn’t actually fight the rowdy canine, and Atlas casts a long-suffering look at the two of them and pulls the door open for us.
The smell of magic and the dizzying combination of scents from dozens of different species wash over us as we step inside, along with the heavy thump of bass from the music. I can feel the complicated tangle of Mac’s uncertainty as we step into the dimly lit club. He glances at me, then towards the bar, like he can’t decide what he should do. Perfect, time to show him what a good mate I can be.
