As we entered the black-walled foyer to the club, the three-headed serpent, the same symbol burned into my flesh, rose as tall as I, the dark red outline shining like fresh blood on the floor as we approached the security checkpoint. The giant Viken warrior guarding the inner door was not one I recognized.
He looked at Sophia, his eyes lingered on my mate’s perfect pink lips until I stepped forward, breaking his eye contact with my beautiful mate.
The guard just grunted and grinned at me, without apology.
That was Club Trinity, every carnal desire not just openly shared, but embraced.
“She’s beautiful,” the guard said.
“I know. And she’s mine. I don’t share.”
The guard shrugged. “Let me know if you change your mind, or tire of her attentions.” He held out a small scanning device and
