“Dancing?” Knox throws out there.
Five heads look to me.
“Dancing," I agree excited.
* * *
The nameThe Black Hatis lit up in deep purple lights above a small warehouse. From outside I don’t hear any music or noises that would have anyone believing it was anything but empty inside. I stare at the building questioningly, but the guys insist it’s a pub that turns club on select nights.
The doorman motions us through, and I feel the static of a magical barrier press against my skin. Sound slams into me like a freight train after we cross through it. We stand at the entrance for a moment, letting our eyes adjust to the dimness, and I look around.
The inside is polished concrete, metal, wood; it has a very industrial chic vibe to it. There’s a long bar to the left, and straight ahead toward the back is a mass of undulating bodies that are moving to the hypnotic rhythm that’s being pumped into the warehouse.
“What do you want to drink?” Sabin asks me, his palm settled on my lower back guiding me through the crowd of bodies to the bar.
“Water, and a Coke maybe," I tell him, shouting close to his ear over the noise.
He nods and breaks away from us, and Knox moves up to take Sabin’s place at my side. I tilt my head in admiration as I watch Sabin navigate away from us toward the bar. The strong muscles of his back are visible through the dark gray V-neck he’s wearing. His black skinny jeans show off his powerful legs and his scrumptious ass.
I’m guided past the bar to a dark booth in the back corner. We all slide in, and Ryker places his arm behind me on the back of the booth cushion. It feels territorial, and I like it.
“Did I mention already how incredible you look tonight?” Knox tells me his mouth close to my ear, heat in his deep gray eyes and in his tone.
I laugh quietly. “You may have mentioned it fifty or so times already.” I smile teasingly at him.
He runs a finger over the high neckline of the bright red sleeveless bodycon dress I’m wearing. I’m not showing a lot of skin. The dress has a crew neck and a hem that drops a couple of inches below my knees. But it hugs every inch that it covers like a second skin, and I feel sexy and confident.
I have a bright red lip stain that draws extra attention to my wasp-stung lips, and my go-to soft curls are in full effect. From the minute I stepped off the stairs in the house until now, the guys have been very vocal about their appreciation for how I look tonight. I’m loving each of their subtle and not so subtle touches and looks that scream sex and possession.
I can’t fault them when I find myself feeling the same way. Each of them looks downright delectable in their various versions of t-shirts and jeans. They all know how to dress to accentuate their gorgeous physiques and mind-numbing good looks.
Each time I interact with any of them I have to talk myself down from attacking like a starving animal on easy prey. I wipe the corner of my mouth for the thousandth time, double checking that there’s no drool. Maybe it’s the club atmosphere; the dim lighting, and the vibrating bass of the music that I can feel in my bones, creating a surge in my desire.
Or maybe I’ll always get like this when I’m near my Chosen. It feels weird to think of them that way, but something primal in me, in my magic, demands that I recognize that they are in fact, my Chosen.
Sabin arrives at the booth sliding over a bottle of water and a Coke to me and then hands out beers to the guys. We all settle in and absorb the atmosphere while we sip our drinks. Kiiara’s “Gold” pumps through the speakers, calling to me and I nudge Ryker and Valen, signaling that I want to get out of the booth.
“Who’s dancing?” I shout over my shoulder, and I don’t wait for an answer before I’m moving toward the packed dance floor.
I squeeze through and find a perfect spot, and my hips and body move to the sensual rhythm. I smile when all of my guys surround me. I didn’t figure they’d all be into dancing, but what’s even more shocking is they can allmove.
I’m loving every minute of this as we get lost in the beat of the music. Songs flow from one into another, and we dance without a care in the world right now. I glide to and from each of the guys in seamless choreography that has us pressed against each other.
Our bodies communicate in a way that’s sensual and consuming. Hands glide over hips, asses, backs, shoulders, and stomachs. Mouths caress ears as sweet seductions are whispered, and I lose myself in their touch and movements.
A new song takes over, that has everyone jumping around like maniacs. We join in, and I’m laughing so hard at the antics and silly faces the guys are making that I can barely stand straight. I have no idea how long we’ve been dancing.
I’m clammy and thirsty, and I signal the universal sign fordrinkto the boys and make my way out of the horde of sweaty dancing bodies. I collapse into the cushions of our booth, and Knox and Bastien sandwich me into the middle.
Ryker and Valen volunteer to hit up the bar again, and disappear back into the throng of people. Sabin flicks a switch on the outside of the booth, and a glorious breeze begins to circulate over our table. I look up to find a fan, and I close my eyes and lift my hair off the back of my neck, relishing in the cool breeze.
“That feels like heaven.” I moan leaning back into the booth.
“You’re an amazing dancer, Bruiser.”
“Me, what about you guys? Do you moonlight as part of the Magic Mike crew or something?”
They laugh.
