I’m not very experienced, but I’m not a virgin either. Violet was all about getting out of the house as soon as our parents allowed us to start dating. Once we turned seventeen, she was desperate to get out of our hometown to avoid anything we did getting back to our family.
Since I can siphon, I was her ticket to exploring the world outside of Haven. It wasn’t like it was a burden to keep her company or anything, and I met a very sweet fae on one of our adventures.
If I could have figured out how to get us back to that town, I would have tried to see him again, but I couldn’t, and Violet and I tried repeatedly.
Normally, I can track someone’s soul vibration if I’ve memorized the pattern.
That didn’t work with Tarik.
The very next weekend, I searched for his vibration, but I couldn’t pick up his signal, meaning he died or he went back to the fae realm of Faere. Even if I never got to see him again, I don’t regret the encounter.
“Well, I am relieved to know you’re not a virgin.” Annex slaps my clit with his tail. “That would have given me never-ending anxiety about making sure I got everything just right, but I will flip you over my knee and spank your luscious arse if you think about any cock other than mine while I’m making you come.”
My cheeks heat.
I forgot that incubi can read sexual thoughts.
Annex smirks, sliding his tail under my panties. “Don’t fret. You can make it up to me by topping me up with all that delicious lust you’re going to be soaked in from your orgasm.”
“Okay,” I whisper, fighting his hold in my hair to shove my lips to his. It’s uncoordinated and frantic, but I do my best to show him how badly I want him.
His hand tightens on my hip and ass while the other moves to cup my right breast.
“Annex? You in there?” A male voice breaks the silence of the moment from outside the door. “It’s getting rowdy down there. It’s probably time you pump them full of lust.”
I pull back as Annex sighs.
Dammit.
He’s not allowed to abandon me now.
“I would never,” he murmurs, pecking a kiss on my lips. “But I wouldn’t mind letting you watch while I work. It’s quite impressive. Also, that whole thing of two birds, one stone.” He grins and calls out, “I’ll be right down.”
Annex siphons us into the club, and it’s so busy I’m not sure where to look or what to focus on. It’s such a vibe with the music pulsing and the energy that practically sizzles in the air. All of that is just what I can pick up as we reach the mouth of the dimly lit hallway. We aren’t even out in the crowd, and the soul vibrations of so many monsters overwhelm my senses.
The incubus keeps his wing tucked around my side as we finally step out into the club. He leans down and gets close to my ear, saying, “This is what I call the pit.”
I can understand why it’s called that.
There’s a huge circular area in the center of the room that’s recessed into the floor and accessed by several stairs. Once you’re inside the circle, black benches, chairs, and couches line the outside of a large mattress. I mean, I assume that’s what it is. It might just be a cushioned floor, but the monsters on top of it clearly don’t mind. Couples, throuples, and more fill the area in various states of disarray and sexual activities. Others are stretched out on the benches or using the chairs in creative ways.
My mouth waters.
There is so much sin occurring that it could feed me for a week off just one meal. That would never work long term, though. Part of being who I am means I’m called to do theuniverse’s bidding. The entire reason I exist is to balance the scale against true forms of evil.
The debauchery going on inside Rut isn’t something my monster would normally even take notice of. And that’s how I know I could never truly sustain myself by feeding off the lust Annex captures from fueling the club. It’s a great Band-Aid to prevent me from starving, but I don’t believe it’s a permanent solution.
Annex’s wing tightens on my shoulder as he guides me past a group of three monsters who are busy fucking against the wall. It’s quite the image with the woman trapped between the two males. She seems to be enjoying herself, though.
Just past that, the solid wall gives way to glass paneling.
“Those are semi-private rooms,” Annex says over the music and constant moaning. “Well, they’re for anyone who enjoys exhibitionism, but they’re not a free-for-all. The voyeurs know they can watch all they’d like. They can’t enter the room without an explicit invitation, though.”
The first room is packed with various monsters peeking into the glass.
Annex walks us past it, but the second room only has two fae standing near the left edge. We continue beyond them, and he turns me toward the glass. “Do you enjoy watching?”
My eyes widen as I catch sight of what’s going down.
