Prologue
Dray
Another day, another sexually frustrated prowl in the club with a fuckton of horny humans just waiting to get their dick in anything that moved. Dray navigated the sea of bodies on unsteady feet, the pounding of music pulsing pleasantly in his head.
Rick, his buddy, a cat shifter from Kentucky, swayed back and forth on padded feet as he chased the heels of a tall dark-skinned man who delighted at the attention. The scent of large herbivore wafted off him and honestly, good for him. Dray had trouble taking cock that big, but if it made Rick happy. Dray saluted him and tossed back another pink, sparkly drink.
He rejoined the sea of bodies as the two waved him off and went out the rear exit leaving Dray to fumble around by himself aimlessly until he bumped into a rather solid-chested male with silver eyes, the rings of intensity in them beautiful, face a total mask of grump—a gorgeous, brooding, resting bitch face. “Wow, you’re cute.”
Dray lifted slender arms, sleeves covering him from neck down because some of the higher-end clubs in the area viewed his tattoos as signs of trouble or gang activity. He liked the pretty pictures; that was all! Blacklight flashed, and the glowing tattoos over his knuckles lit up with scaley patterns he’d doodled on out of boredom. As the lights pulsed, the scales seemed to writhe over Dray’s fingers.
The stranger’s warm body pressed against Dray after a stumble, their solid form brushing past him with a dry, masculine scent and a sea of cologne mingled among too many bodies, too many smells. The stranger gasped and reached outfor his hand, and Dray leaned into his touch, letting his thumb rove his wrist. “Beautiful.”
“Aren’t they?” Dray chuckled at the compliment. Dray had such a talent for making beautiful things while doodling mindlessly, and his body was a canvas in want of art.
Their bodies slipped against one another, the pounding of the music thumping through their hearts almost as one, and the attraction grew with a cold sweat that refused to ebb as Dray praised the goddesses that waterproof eyeliner was a thing.
The male was so straightlaced, his clothes nothing more than a magenta polo and beautifully fitted jeans. The way his zipper stretched across the plentiful bulge of his groin made a taut surface that Dray wished to touch, black ombre nails reaching out before common sense said to ask permission. But hey, if the dude was grinding on him and touching his blacklight tattoos, maybe it was welcome?
Another song, another drink, and the two threw back the deceptively spiced drinks one step at a time until they crashed into fervent kisses and slick tongues rubbing in their mouths. Hands in his gorgeous, not-quite-brown hair. Not quite blond, either. A sandy mixture, low lighted with a hint of red, like sandstone.
Most gay clubs lacked doors in the stalls to keep men from doing just what they intended, but this club was run by shifters, a haven for males wishing to work the wild out of their hearts. Dray’s inner snake hissed and writhed with pleasure and hunger, wanting to twine, to mate, to eat, and hide in dark spaces. The human that kissed him made his body vibrate with want, and they migrated to the other bathroom as one, the unmarked one. Dray giggled as the human pressed him to the outer doorframe. “Oh, you know about this one. You a regular?”
“Something like that,” the male said, head tilted as he nipped and flickered his tongue with urgency that made Dray’s body sing. “How about it? Want me deep in that ass of yours?”
“Mm, yes, please.” Dray opened the door, fingers struggling with the code on an ancient keypad. The stranger must have been a real manwhore, because he entered the code for Dray and tugged him in, the door locking behind them. Closed stalls down a row sang with the notes of pleasure as they searched for an open one, joining in with their own subtle moans and groans of drunken bliss.
The low light in the restroom, the scent of bleach and lust all flew up around them, and Dray unbuckled his pants, dropping the wide, ingot-laden belt to present his pale, tatted ass.
“So sexy. Gorgeous.” The human kissed the back of his neck, let his hands wander down, and reached over the toilet for a little bin they kept on hand of single-use lubricants. The pop and squelch heralded a hasty tug of his cock that Dray turned his head to glance over his shoulder at. He liked to see what was going in him, but that didn’t happen. The male was too eager. Fingers slicked into Dray’s ass, two at first with a delicious sting searching for his spot. He was already wet, opening softening for him in seconds. And he dripped, slick coating his thighs, wetting the back of his balls, tangling his underwear.
“Ngh, fuck.” Dray wheezed breathlessly as slick fingers pulled away, wet enough to draw questions. “Sorry, I—”
“You’re so wet for me.” He didn’t question. It should have been a warning. Knowing the code to the door should have been a warning. Dray’s crazed need for sex should have been a warning. He was too drunk to care, and the human was too drunk to hold back, but they wanted it as one. Dray whimpered as the human pushed his cock toward his hole.
He drove in, Dray’s ring opening for him and channel filling snug and full. It made his body twist and heart clench in his chest. “Why are you so good?”
“Born that way, I guess.” His sharp rumble over Dray’s ear made him quiver, pleasure spiking deep in his groin as the human’s hand snaked around to his cock. Dray pushed his hand away and grunted, taking care of it himself, holding it to his body. He had some modifications that required a little forewarning and some anatomical differences that a human might question. Beneath his tight foreskin, once it pulled back, two heads would spill free and bifurcate. Which, of a morning, made pissing standing up an impossible chore.
“Born for it, I’d say,” Dray choked on his own pleasure as the male drove into him, accepting the snake not wanting his touch. Still, Dray jerked himself, fingertips brushing his foreskin back and forth over the two piercings, one in each slit of his cock along with the frenulum piercings he liked to think gave his little guys a dignified look, like little bow ties. Still, the pleasure mounted with each successive thrust.
Dray’s cock went to full mast, heads parting and throbbing far too easily. He groaned and moaned with each pounding thrust, letting the human use him like a toy. He snarled and bit onto Dray’s neck, teeth holding onto his shoulder as he hissed and whimpered to hold himself back. Gods, it was so good. “I’m gonna come.”
The gruff hiss of his voice made Dray’s toes curl, and he flexed his hips, clenched down, and nearly sobbed in pleasure as the human’s cockhead spread him deep and pulsed, shooting into his innermost core with hot streams of cum.
With the human’s orgasm also came Dray’s, twin streams of cum shooting against the bathroom wall before he bit his tongue, fang pricking his lip. His tongue flickered, the split tip brushing his upper lip, piercings on each side glinting in thecorner of his vision before sliding back in. “So good. So, fucking good.”
“You’re a beautiful male. I love your scales; they feel so nice.” Wandering hands from the human made coming down from Dray’s orgasm that much fiercer. They settled down, ebbing one step at a time until the human’s wet cock slid out. But something didn’t feel right, didn’t smell right. The hot scent of alpha, snake, and something else whispered under his nose. “Thank you.”
Dray couldn’t muster the words, sobriety smacking him in the face with a few beats of his heart. Hot drops soaked into Dray’s shoulder as the male pulled out, breath shaking. A whisper of frustration, a silenced quiver of breath. Crying?
The door flung open, and a cold breeze slapped Dray’s backside as the alpha he’d mistaken for human had gone.
Dray whimpered in a half panic before wiping himself clean and stumbling out.
An alpha wrapped their arm around Dray with a chuckle, and he shoved him away as he made his way through the club, steps uneven, face sweaty.
A familiar scent crashed into him, omega and laced with frustration. “Dray? Oh, shit.”
