Sexy Dance
1113 Words
We laughed as I texted Beth our location in case she wanted to join us. We reached the most famous club in town, and we walked right in without standing in line because Manon slipped the guard a few bills.
The club was vibrant and alive, filled with swirling colored lights. The music boomed through the speakers, and people danced energetically. The atmosphere was hot and electric.
"Do you smell his scent?" I asked Manon about the loud music as she led us to a free table, her eyes scanning the crowd and her nose sniffing the air.
"No, but we'll linger for a while. He might come," she said, holding out hope. She forced a smile, and I squeezed her hand encouragingly.
She signaled to a waiter who was eager to attend to us. I ordered a mocktail since I was off alcoholic drinks, but Manon wasn't having any of that. She ordered four shots instead. We were vibing at our table, rejecting all the men who wanted to dance with us. Our drinks arrived, and we downed them.
Beth turned up wearing a short black dress and heels. She spotted us instantly, and I waved. She appeared somewhat depressed but managed to smile. What happened? Instead of coming over directly, she went to the bar and returned with six shots.
I hugged Beth. "You good?" I asked, and she only nodded.
"I want to drink and dance. I want to let loose," she declared, and Manon cheered her on. Something was off, but I would discuss it with her the next day.
I couldn't drink much because I had training at 11 a.m. with Zylon. When the DJ played "Tonight's Gonna Be a Good Night," the crowd went wild. The girls and I headed to the dance floor, where three guys danced with each of us. Ria didn't like that we were getting close to another man, but it was all in good fun. I made sure not to let my dance partner touch me inappropriately, though I couldn't say the same for Beth and Manon.
Earlier, Manon had told me that her mate was watching her, so she planned to make him jealous and reveal himself to her.
"Want to make out?" the guy I was dancing with asked. I shook my head no.
"Loosen up; we are having a good time," he said, grabbing my waist and pulling me against his chest, forcing me to feel his stiff erection.
Suddenly, I heard a growl in the room. In the blink of an eye, my dance partner was torn away from me, and I found myself held possessively. "MINE," came the growl.
It was Zylon. He was holding me tightly, while Hayes stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers, asking if I was okay. I was speechless, but my heart fluttered.
"What the hell, man? That's my girl!" the guy I was dancing with shouted, getting to his feet. Hayes took measured steps toward him and landed a punch to his face, sending him flying across the room. I gasped. A few people rushed to help him.
"Still want to dance, love?" Hayes asked, looking at me.
"Yes," I replied.
"Zylon, go first," Hayes smirked at his brother, but I shook my head.
"I want to dance with both of you," I purred, smiling slyly at them. They raised their eyebrows, amused. I thought they would refuse, but before I could say anything, Hayes stepped in front of me, while Zylon placed a hand on my waist, positioning himself behind me.
I started to dance again. Our bodies synced together as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I had never felt so sexy and hot as I did in that moment. Four hands were on me, making my temperature rise.
We were enjoying ourselves, and I felt a blush cross my cheeks. Zylon's hands guided me, his fingers caressing my hips. I felt his breath on my neck, a gentle caress on my collarbone. We were so close, and Hayes's face was inches from mine. I got lost in his mesmerizing eyes, the golden streaks in his onyx eyes reflecting the lights.
As the music changed, our pace did too, with our bodies pressed against each other. My hips, waist, and arms moved sensually. I was enjoying this so much that I felt guilty. I was so hot and could barely breathe. I needed to stop; we had to stop. I closed my eyes, and images of them kissing my neck flashed through my mind. I felt damp between my legs.
"I need some air," I whispered, my voice barely audible. They both stopped dancing, but their hands remained on me. Hayes grabbed my hand and started to walk. I followed behind, my eyes catching sight of Tate and Beth dancing together, completely lost in their movements. It was so sensual. I gasped and wanted to stop them, but Zylon placed a hand on my lower back,
"He'll take care of her," he said. Against my better judgment, I resumed walking. Beth seemed sad earlier; my brother was probably looking out for her, that was all. Satisfied, I followed the twins outside.
"Your sister—" I began to say.
"Shane's with her," Hayes interrupted.
We left the club and sauntered. I was walking between Hayes and Zylon. The air was chilly, but their body heat kept me warm.
Hayes held my hand the entire time, filling my stomach with butterflies. When we arrived at my house, Hayes lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it softly, never taking his eyes off me.
"Thank you for walking me home," I said to both of them. I started to walk inside, but to my surprise, Zylon grabbed my waist and spun me toward him, kissing my cheek gently.
"Have a good night," he whispered. I froze for a moment, overwhelmed. What was happening? I felt like I was losing control. Maybe it was the alcohol; that was why I hated drinking. Without another word, I turned around and went inside.
My grandparents were in the living room. I exhaled and walked toward them.
"Hi, hon," Grandpa greeted me.
"I see you went out after dinner. Did you have fun?" Grandma asked. I nodded. I couldn't find the words to answer. My mind was reeling with everything that had just happened. I kissed their cheeks in greeting and headed to my room.
My phone beeped; it was a message from Henry. I opened it and read:
"I have found a witch willing to sever the mate bond to the twin alphas. I'll call you tomorrow."
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