Chapter 5
Tristan was a slight man, with dark hair and eyes. A carefully structured goatee circled his mouth and outlined his jaw, and he always looked ready to burst into laughter. He barely cleared five-six, but sheer force of personality let him fill a room. Tonight he wore a black shirt, maroon vest with a pocket chain, and plain black pants. He looked like an extra from a Victorian movie rather than a man more than happy to take a crop to a sub’s ass until it damn near bled.
Adam was also a slender man with dark hair, but his eyes were startling blue. His skin was pale, not a line in sight, and Clark liked that Adam was the sort always comfortable in his surroundings.
Even when he wore little more than a scrap of fabric and a pair of chain-linked leather cuffs.
“Clark!” Tristan be
