A/N- Hello again ya'll! I'm sorry if my last post got anyone's hopes up. I promised you a chapter real soon and have yet to give it to you. I am so very sorry for the prolonged wait! I got all wrapped up in reading Laurell K. Hamilton's Merry Gentry series. If I thought her Anita Blake series was great, this series is absolutely scintillating! But to make up for posting an author's note last time without an update, here is a longer chapter with some...pretty interesting kinks to it. Enjoy and I hope to have another chapter updated soon!
Disclaimer- Explicit sexual content, vulgar language, yada yada...bondage kink, voyeurism, public sex,
"Sam I don't think we should do this." I said, toying with the collar around my throat. "We are hunters not undercover detectives." Sam's voice came muffled from behind the bathroom door.
"We are doing this for Don. You remember what he did for us back in Cincinnati." Not a question just a statement.
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, I remembered. The man was bold and not afraid to do what he had to do, as long as it required him to dress up. I sneered at the odd, clingy feeling of the mesh shirt I was wearing. I had hated the idea from the start but oddly enough Sam seemed thrilled by this whole thing. I really wasn't comfortable with this whole thing. I was about to begin protesting again when Sam's muffled voice sounded again.
"Besides, there isn't much of a difference between hunters and undercover detectives. We have fake names, fake badges, fake credit cards. The only thing that isn't fake about us is our cause and the Impala." He grunted softly then continued, his voice sounding like he was really distracted. "This isn't the first time we've had to dress up, Dean."
I looked down at my outfit disdainfully. My "pants" were pleather, incredibly low slung, feeling as if they would slip off my ass if I bent at the waist, revealing the V of my hips and more of my happy trail than I was comfortable with. They clung so tightly to my skin they may as well have been a part of me. Oddly enough when I paced I found they had decent give, though I don't know how, so that they weren't too restricting. I had on a belt, though the pants really were in no danger of going anywhere, that was more a chain than anything. The shirt, if you could call it that, was nothing more than fishnet stretched across my chest, stopping at my belly button, moving slightly with every step I took. The rest was all jewelry: the collar had semi-pointed, medium-long spikes on it with a metal hoop connected to a chain in the back that Sam told me was to hook a leash into. It was a choker collar, for which I was not, not, not happy about. I was wearing two studded, mostly plain, black leather cuffs on my wrists. The only thing that really stood out about the cuffs was the two metal rings on each of them, I assume for restraining someone. Most of this had better be for illusion and not be put into action tonight or else I was going to kick Sam's lovely ass all over hell and a half acre. I felt the complaints coming to my lips as I turned around to face the sound of the bathroom door opening. I felt my heart stutter in my chest then beat double time to catch up, jaw dropping.
He had a lot of thin leather straps, like strings stretching over his shoulders, connecting into a metal ring sitting in that little triangular dip between his pectorals. A strap about the width of two fingers wrapped around his ribs, connected into the metal hoop. Trailing down from the strap across his ribs was a series of thin chains, placed every inch or so, drawing the eyes to his taught abs. His "pants" had me out of breath. A square of leather was stretched over his groin, cupping him so that his cock was a very noticeable bulge. The rest was nothing but three horizontal lengths of leather with vertical strips woven about every two inches, all studded, so that it was like looking at Sam's flesh through an old school dungeon door. He had on boots that ran all the way up his legs, stopping at the soft flesh of his upper thigh, looking like a softer, sexier version of a work boot with laces all the way up the front. The material looked so soft as it hugged all that supple, sun kissed skin.
His hair was pulled back, revealing the strong, sexy lines of his face. His amazing emerald eyes seemed larger without all the hair to detract from them and they were gleaming, almost shining with mischief. He held his arms straight out and began rotating nice and slow so I could get the whole view. The "pants" didn't cover anything in the back. There was a strap riding down the crack of his ass, keeping it from view, the rest of the straps framed the lush flesh beneath it. The "shirt looked the same in the back as it did the front. I noticed that he had French braided his hair so that the tip of it brushed down at the base of his neck. As he finished his rotation I found myself struggling for air. He looked heart-stoppingly amazing. I closed my mouth with a conscious thought and cleared my throat, swallowing several times before I could speak.
"And I thought my outfit was bad. I'll stop complaining now."
Sam dropped his arms back to his side with a small laugh. I felt my cock twitch behind the tight material of my pants and new that he could see it. Sam flicked his gaze down my body then turned his back to me, rummaging through the pile of leather, and things leaving less to the imagination than if one were to dress in cellophane, he had bought that I had vetoed. I watched him lace what looked like a leather bracer on both arms. He put on a soft-looking, leather bikers hat that had a chain stretching across the front of it then turned while sliding on a leather coat that fell in a soft waterfall of material down to his knees, framing his "outfit" to perfection. He didn't fasten the coat, leaving it open to flutter behind him as he strode towards me. My heart was racing. Sam moved so very smoothly, seductively like he had muscles in places he shouldn't have. The chains draped across his stomach swayed with each movement he made, almost hypnotically. He stopped a few inches in front of me.
"You like?"
I ran my eyes over his ensemble and nodded my head, licking my lips. Oh yeah. I liked a lot. Sam laughed that masculine laugh that says a man knows you are looking at them exactly the way they want you to, like they are something to be chewed on. I reached out without thinking and gently ran my fingers down one of the chains swinging lightly across his abs. He stepped into me, pressing the front of his body against my arm, which was still between us. He smiled and leaned down, his soft lips pushing against mine, tongue darting in and out of my eager mouth in silken strokes. He tasted like the mint of toothpaste for a few seconds and then the sweet flavor of Sam filled my head. I felt his hands grab my wrists and realized I must have instinctively went to sink my hands into his hair. He pulled back enough so that his words ghosted across my lips, making me shiver.
"No, no, lover. We have to get ready to go. If you mess up all my hard work we will arrive late." It was a club was the only thought going through my head. How do you arrive late to a club. But with Sam's body so close, and the tingling memory of his lips upon mine I could hardly think.
"Fashionably so?" Was all I could get out.
Sam let out a breathy laugh before closing the distance again. My head was swirling with the taste and rhythm of him and I was lost in Sam so thoroughly that when he pulled away I stumbled before catching my balance. Sam was laughing as he moved over to the table, grabbing the car keys. He walked back over to me and I wanted nothing more than to convince him to stay here with me and undo all the straps, one at a time.
"Ready?" I shook my head before I could catch myself then closed my eyes and took a couple deep, steadying breaths before holding my hands out for the keys.
We left and drove the forty minutes to the club. By the time we got there we had established some things. One I wasn't happy at all with what we were walking into. Two, that this wasn't Sam's first look into the sexually depraved world of perverts that we were submerging ourselves in, which I was so going to ask him about. We also established two words. "Lemons" was what I would say if I didn't really like something but would endure it anyway. "Apples" was what he called my hard limit word, what I would say if I absolutely did not like something and wouldn't tolerate it. Apparently to get where we needed to be we were going to have to do some things tonight that I wouldn't like. He had never once said that he wouldn't like it, which only made me more curious about what Sam had been doing behind the scenes all these years. Once I cut the engine I could feel the base of the music coming out of the club, riding the air, rumbling through my chest. Sam opened his door and I looked at him with what I knew were wide, slightly panicky eyes. He offered me a gentle smile, one of the last I would see tonight.
"Remember Dean. Tonight you're gonna be pushing your boundaries and discovering limits. But we are here for Don." I sighed. I wasn't ready to push my limits, I don't think I would ever be ready to test my limits this far.
"Don said there is an Incubus at the heart of this..." I gestured at the club, not finishing the sentence. Sam nodded.
"Don said he's been noticing weird shit happening in there for over a month, since the new manager took over. He said the new guy is really hot stuff and likes to watch the floor for pairings and groups that he finds intriguing, inviting them into the back."
"And Mr. Hottie invited Don's friend in the back and now the guy is in the hospital."
"Yep. Don thinks the guy is feeding off everyone in the club because when he comes on the scene everyone starts going into a sort of frenzy, begging for things they would normally hate."
I shook my head, staring down at my hands on the wheel. I didn't know if I could do what Sam was asking, but I'd try. I looked up to find Sam staring at me, waiting patiently. I nodded and he smiled before stepping out of the Impala. As we got closer and closer to the club I got more insecure while Sam seemed to cloak himself in sex. He walked smoothly and confidently. About twenty feet from the door he stopped me and pulled out what I had been loathing.
"Is that really necessary?" Sam just looked at me. He had explained the leash but I still didn't get it. Ownership, possession and that being the only thing that stopped me from being anyone's meat.
"You don't know the rules, Dean. I do."
"I'd still love to know more about how you came to be so familiar with all this." The bouncer at the door was eying us but turned to let another couple in. Sam shook his head.
"Not now, Dean." I looked at him for a space of heartbeats before sighing.
"Is there no other way for you to show that I am yours?" Sam sighed lightly then pocketed the thin leather leash.
"Yes." He locked eyes with me and there was command there. "You will walk behind me, directly behind me, slightly to my left so that I may touch you when I want. You will not touch me unless asked by me. You are a submissive so you will not make eye contact with anyone inside, because that can be taken as an invitation or a challenge which I will then have to answer, but you are free to look around. You will not speak unless directly spoken to by a dominate and only to other submissives when invited. Clear?" My eyebrows were sky high but I nodded my head. He nodded, "Good. Get into the habit now. Once we are inside, you won't really be able to hear much but its best if you don't talk much anyway."
I had asked Sam why I had to be the submissive. He had given me two reasons: first and most important, I didn't know the rules. Second was that he actually was a dominant. I was definitely going to hold onto that thought for later questioning.
I fell into step behind him on the left side, trying hard not to walk on his heels. I assume the bouncer thought I had just been scolded because he smiled broadly as he nodded at Sam then eyed me up and down. I looked away, fighting the urge to grit my teeth. Once we stepped inside the bass of the music thrummed through me, moving upward through the soles of my feet like lightning. I could hear and smell the sounds of sex and when I looked around I new why. Sex was everywhere. The walls were covered in heavy, deep purple drapery, the ceiling above painted black, along with the floor. We were in a hallway filled with rooms echoing with the sounds of chains, sex and things I couldn't place, but there were people fucking right against the walls. Sam walked to the left and I stumbled, trying to keep with the program. He seemed unfazed by all that I was seeing. The room he had brought us to was huge, bodies writhed everywhere, some dancing but mostly it was sex, sex everywhere. The air was hot, stale with perspiration and too many people being too active in one space. There were fans above moving the hot air around. The lighting was mercurial, slowly shifting from red to orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, never staying one color for more than thirty seconds. What I assumed was a dace floor had lights strobing, twisting and changing colors across it. I was suffocating both from sensory overload and deprivation. Sam was moving again and I took a few quick steps to catch up but was intercepted by a tall, very leggy woman dressed in what appeared to be a leather body suit of some sort. She ran her hands down my chest and slid in close, pushing her body against mine. From what I could see of her face, she was beautiful, the type of woman I would have tried to seduce not all that long ago. She wrapped her arms around my neck and one of her legs around my waist. I think she was leaning in for a kiss when suddenly Sam was behind her. He had a handful of her hair, pulling her neck back in a painful line. I heard the woman moan and she released me as Sam pulled her body flush with his. He growled something in her ear, I couldn't hear the words just the bass of his growl, then shoved her away. She turned around, a very sexual look on her face. She got closer to Sam and said something to which Sam shook his head then dragged me behind him by the hand. I stumbled trying to keep up. I was suddenly being pushed against the hard wood of the bar, Sam pressing himself against me so that his weight pinned me to the wood at my lower back.
"I told you to follow directly behind me." He growled in my ear.
I nodded but couldn't speak. I felt more than heard the click of something against the back of my collar and new he had attached the leash. I had a second to both hate and welcome its presence before he used it to tighten the collar around my throat, bowing my head backwards as he kissed me, forcefully. I moaned around the pressure on my throat and was shocked to realize I kind of liked it. Sam pulled back, breathless, yanking me off the bar and moving us toward the dance floor by the leash in his hand so that we were dancing right in front of the raised stage at the front of the room. I assumed this was where Mr. Hottie lorded over the festivities when he made his appearance. Sam moved me so that I was in front of him. I felt him moving his hips against my ass in time to the heavy bass. Some woman was singing a song about fucking someone better than their current lover. I felt Sam's hands on my hips, running up under the fishnet shirt, fingers brushing across my nipples. My head dropped back against his shoulder, exposing my throat as I moaned, moving my hips with him. I found my hands sliding under the leather of his jacket, gripping the straps on his hips. Sam sank his teeth into my throat just above my collar and I moaned loudly, back arching, pushing my ass into his groin. I felt his groan along the flesh of my throat between his teeth. His fingers were tracing along my hips and then he raked his nails across my hips and stomach. I hissed in pain and pleasure as a light burn trailed behind his fingers. My nails were digging into the flesh of his hips now and I cried out at the pressure of him pinching my nipples. He rolled the taught flesh between the pads of his fingers, expertly adding extra pressure in bursts. I could feel my cock, firm and jumping behind the tight material of the pants. I wanted Sam to pull on the collar again, to choke me a little while he kissed me. Wanted him to hit me with the end of the leash in his hand. That thought brought me back a little. Hadn't Sam said that people wanted their partners to do things they normally wouldn't want once Mr. Hotty came out. I tried to pull away but Sam pulled the leash down between my arched back and his stomach, yanking my head back to rest on his shoulder. I cried out and my fingers scrambled at his hips, cock seizing in my pants.
"Don't fight it Dean. He is here." Sam's voice was a bass growl against my ear and I shivered.
He offered me his lips and I took them, grinding my hips against his. He guided our hips into a slower more sensual, vulgar movement that I thought should not be done so publicly before remembering where we were. He pulled a little more on the leash making me gasp into his mouth and I realized my hands were in his hair, stretched above my head and behind his, stretching my body in one long, hard line of desire. Oh god, I wanted him. I wanted him so bad that my skin almost hurt from my need. His hand ran down the front of my body, caressing from my throat, down between my pectorals, over my stomach. His fingers traced along the thin line of hair trailing from my belly button to disappear under my pants. I was moaning into his mouth, over and over, fingers tightening in his braid. When his fingers lightly ran over the hard length of me four things happened at once: I cried out, my knees buckled, Sam let me fall to my knees on the floor and as I fell I saw that we had Mr. Hottie's attention. I stared at him.
He was incredibly hot. His hair fell in dark, curls around his face, draping along his shoulders. His eyes appeared dark in the lighting of the club but they were the kind of dark that implied they were a splendid color in the light. His lips were full and pouty. He had high, sculpted cheekbones and a soft, angular jaw. His skin was so pale that as the light changed colors so did he, reflecting the colors back just a tad brighter. The word that came to mind was beautiful. He was almost painfully beautiful. I lost sight of the beautiful man, throwing my head back and moaning as the end of the leash in Sam's hand lashed across my chest and stomach in a stinging line of pleasure. I wasn't aware that Sam had ever fallen to his knees but his body was pressed into mine. His hand slid up my spine, slowly pushing my face towards the floor. I didn't resist, leaning my upper body toward the floor until my face rested on my forearms. I felt his fingers playing lightly across the flesh at the base of my spine and arched my back. I felt his hands shove my thighs a little apart and I moaned. The pressure of the pants on my cock was almost too much in this position, bordering on pain, yet it was a pain I kind of liked. I saw that people were still dancing and fucking around us, they had simply made room for us. There were some people simply watching and I didn't really like that. The thought was fleeting, chased away by Sam sinking his teeth into the flesh on my lower back. My legs slid further apart on their own, back arching so that my ribs brushed the floor. I felt his teeth again on the other side and cried out. At this point if he'd have torn a hole in the pants and shoved his cock in me I would probably come right then. He raked his nails down my back and god it felt good! So good! Then he was using my hair as a handle, using it to lift me off the floor and pull my back to his front, craning my head back against his shoulder. He slid his fingers along my neck, digging them in just a little above the collar. His hand brushed along my cock and I arched against him. His fingers kept teasing along the hard stretch of me and after all the anticipation those small touches brought my breath faster and faster. I felt someone against the front of me, not touching but there. I opened my eyes to see Mr. Hottie. His breathing was irregular as he stared at me, kneeling in a robe that left the pale flesh of his chest exposed in an almost glowing, mesmerizing triangle. I wanted to be embarrassed but Sam's fingers against me were driving away my sanity. I found myself wanting to kiss the man in front of me, wanting it badly.
"May I touch him?"
I don't know why but Mr. Hottie's voice sounded clear to me above the almost physical weight of the bass of the music and the air, hot and thick with with sex. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted Sam to say yes. Say yes, Sam. Please. Sam did something because Mr. Hottie ran his finger in a line across the exposed flesh between my hips. I writhed against Sam's hands which had fallen still against me. Sam's hands slid along my body, the fingers on my throat meeting with the hand that had been teasing my cock, sliding his arms under and around mine, stretching them back almost painfully, exposing my body to the man. Mr. Hottie seemed to be looking at Sam as he pushed the fishnet of my shirt up my chest. He looked down at my exposed body and sighed. I wanted to feel him against me. I wanted to see what this man wore underneath that dark velvet robe of his. His fingers ran along my chest, stomach and hips, there and then gone. I was panting as I saw him lean his face closer to my chest. He rolled his eyes up to Sam's, silently asking permission before I watched his tongue flick out of his mouth, so pink against my skin. I shuddered as his tongue swirled around the flesh of my nipple. He locked his lips around the taught flesh and I arched into him. Then I was being pressed between Sam and Mr. Hottie, who was firm beneath his robe, which I could tell was all he was wearing. Sam nodded to the man who took my face between his hands. I knew he was going to kiss me a second before he did. I waited, wanting to feel those full lips against mine. The man leaned in so close I could feel his breath moving across my lips, so close that I could lick him if I wanted, which of course I did, very badly. The man ran his fingernails lightly down my sides, my eyes slid closed, shuddering slightly at the touch. His arms moved beyond me so that the press of his and Sam's body was like a firm hug.
Sam groaned right before the man kissed me. The kiss was electric, warm, soft, sensuous and promising, and that was before his tongue slipped inside my mouth. He swallowed down my throaty moans as his silken tongue glided in and out of me, delving and exploring my mouth. He pulled back sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, lightly biting and dragging his teeth along the soft flesh until we were once again just staring at each other. My breathing was ragged and I realized that I was pulling against Sam's hold on my arms. I forced myself to calm down, making my body relax against Sam. Mr. Hottie wasn't looking at me now, no he only had eyes for Sam. I felt a pang of Jealousy. He smiled and leaned into me again running his tongue up the side of my neck. I wanted to touch him badly.
"Come with me." Mr. Hottie said next to my ear, his voice low and sultry.
I knew that though it had been said in my ear, it had been meant for Sam, as if everything he had done to me had been for Sam. I would bet that he was making some serious eyes at Sam right now. Sam didn't say anything else just got to his feet, hauling me to mine. He let go of my arms and palmed the leash again, which sent an odd thrill through me. I instinctively fell into step behind and a little to the left of Sam, caught between watching Sam's ass and the way Mr. Hottie glided, not walked, it was too smooth a motion for that. I saw Sam watching him too and couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen once we got where we were going and why we were both so enthralled with this creature, for that was exactly what he was.
Mr. Hottie led us up onto the stage, stopping briefly in front of the wall curtains to smile back at us. He moved the curtain back and stepped forward. My heart raced as Sam followed behind him. The curtain fell back into place behind us. It had been incredibly dark where the drapes were so it must have looked like we just disappeared into the dark to anyone watching. The dark was thick around the three of us, the air felt close, giving the impression of a small space, I could hear Sam breathing but not Mr. Hottie which made my heart beat spike for a moment. Then I heard a slight shuffle and a door opened, spilling lavender light, that was brighter than it should have been due to the absolute darkness of only a second before, into the small antechamber we were standing in. As we walked through I smiled slightly at having been successful at getting back here. Sam definitely knew how to play the game. The room we were in was lovely. The drapes here were a deep red, just one shade shy of blood red, but whether it needed to be just a little darker or lighter, I couldn't tell. The floor was lavender, like the light and cushioned so that it squished beneath our feet as we walked, like walking on a giant bed. There were giant cushions, that kind of looked like enormous bean bag chairs, laying around the room coming up to just above my knee. There was a rather long, solid rectangle that I assumed acted as a table, the red of the curtains with electric blue veins of color decorating it, even that looked cushioned. The room looked absolutely comfortable.
There were other people in the room, a couple here and there on a cushion, or just on the floor. They all mimicked the unnatural beauty of Mr. Hotty as their naked bodies twisted and twined together. The music in here was half as loud as in the main room and twice as sexual. It was the kind of music that just has that sex beat to it and made you begin thinking of the hottest moments you've ever experienced, it also emphasized the incredibly sensual noises of the writhing couples. Mr. Hotty stopped in front of one of the cushions, turned to face us with a heart stopping smile before falling back, if a movement so graceful could be called that. His hair splayed against the cushion, framing the lovely lines of his face, his robe had fallen open to reveal the well toned, creamy white expanse of all that wonderful flesh, the dark navy blue of the robe a stark contrast to his skin, glowing like a star in the violet light. I knew he hadn't done it on purpose, or had he. If he was our monster, he was the loveliest one I'd ever seen. I saw Sam ogling the man as much as I was and I wanted...I wanted to see Sam go to him. I wanted to see my Sam kiss his way down that amazing body. Mr. Hotty was staring at Sam, trailing his fingers lazily across his belly. He held his hand out to Sam. I watched Sam swallow then shake his head. I noticed his hands balled up at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to go to him. I looked back at the man and saw him looking at me. He didn't lift his hand in invitation for me but I went to him anyway, with no conscious thought to it.
I found myself standing between his slightly parted knees. He grabbed my wrist and I was suddenly falling onto the cushion beside him. He tore the fishnet shirt until it was no longer blocking anything and ran his fingers over my chest, going lower and lower, bringing my breath to an uneven pace as he traced the edge of my oh so tight pants. Sam stood there and watched. He looked almost unfazed by Mr. Hottie's antics, like he was bored. I looked at the man next to me and saw a slight confusion dance across his face before he smiled and a low sensual roll of laughter rolled along his throat that made me shiver, almost like he had run his fingers down my spine. Sam shivered a little and this pleased the man. He kicked his leg over me so that he was straddling my waist, the hard, impressive length of his cock hovering just above the planes of my stomach, the length of his starlit body framed by the dark velvet of the robe he wore, making him almost glow. The almost liquid black of his curls fell around his face as he leaned over me, placing his arms on either side of my head. His face came closer and closer and I couldn't help but to touch him. I ran my fingers under his robe along the dips of muscle along his ribs. He sighed a little before he claimed my lips. His mouth was a liquid, silken softness against mine, teasing, there and then not. I was breathless but didn't dare stop. My fingers threaded through the incredibly soft curls, pulling him closer. Suddenly the man cried out and his lips were torn from me, my hands falling back to my side. Sam was behind him, hand buried in his hair, craning the man's head back leaving his body exposed in a hard line. The man's fingers brushed the flesh of my hip, mouth open, eyes closed, breathing heavy.
"You take freely that which you do not ask for." Sam growled into the man's ear. I watched Sam slide his other hand over the man's throat and Mr. Hottie's cock bob above me. The man swallowed a few times as Sam's fingers slowly trailed down his chest, playing lightly across the flesh.
"Then give me something I don't have to ask for." The man's voice was sultry and low with the edge of sex.
Sam laughed seductively and pressed the front of his body against the man's back making Mr. Hottie moan lightly. It was clear that the man had suggested Sam give himself to him, cutting me out of the equation. Something inside me cringed at the thought. Mr. Hottie staggered forward over top of me, barely catching himself on his arms, Sam was gone. I took this opportunity to grab him. I wrapped my fingers around the firm length of him and stroked him lightly while running my other hand down his back and over the swell of his ass. His eyes slid closed and his back dipped a little, breath catching. His fingers closed lightly around my wrist, stilling my motions, locking eyes with me. My free hand moving along his ass drew a sharp inhale of air from him as I dug my nails into his flesh slightly.
"You will get me into trouble with your lover, you will." His voice was breathless the words oddly phrased, as if he had been born in another era.
I smiled and dug my fingers into his ass, jerking his body against mine so that his cock pushed into my stomach. He caught himself and let out a shaky laugh before standing up to his full height on his knees and gently removing my hands from him, extricating himself from my grip. He stood between my spread legs, staring down at me, eyes filled with that dark knowledge that they could take you and you would go willingly. He sighed then took a few steps to the side before turning to find Sam, almost as if he thought showing me his back in favor of another was distasteful.
"Your man is a temptation, a delicacy I would love to further taste." Sam raised one eyebrow, fingers trailing up the open lapels of his leather coat, drawing Mr. Hottie's eyes as he pushed it from his shoulders to pool at his feet.
"That so?" Mr. Hottie swallowed and nodded, eyes roving all over Sam who stood under the scrutiny with a devilish grin stretching his lips. I shivered, having seen a more polite version of that look and knowing the effect it could have, my stomach doing the weird flip flop it always did. Mr. Hottie shivered.
"So what do I call you?" Mr. Hottie seemed to have to visibly focus and looked lost so Sam asked him again. "What is your name? Or should I just call you beautiful?" The last was asked in a lower tone as he took a few steps forward. It should have sounded ridiculously corny, but Sam made it sound sensual, sexual, dirty and you never wanted him to call you anything else. The man swallowed hard a few times, running his eyes up and down Sam's body.
"Aedyn."
"Aedyn." A slow smile crept across Sam's lips as he said Aedyn's name like he was rolling it around on his tongue, trying to memorize the flavor. Aedyn shivered a little. Sam cocked his head to the side and I saw sex gleaming in his eyes. My heart beat double time at that look and it wasn't even directed at me. I had a momentary flash of clarity, like a small penlight flashing far off in the darkest of distances. We were here to kill Aedyn. I knew exactly how we had to kill him and was no longer sure I wanted to.
"Come to me, Aedyn." Sam held his hand out and whatever I had been thinking before was swept away on the sex ridden cadence of his voice.
A/N- So I know this is a serious switch up from last chapter but the idea just got stuck in my head. Mean cliffhanger, sorry about that, but this chapter was quite long already, full of sexual tension. I will see you all soon, hope you enjoyed this chapter!