“Get up and put your blazer on. We need to look professional. This isn’t some stripper. She’s the top burlesque performer in the state. She’s not going to come work for a pair of schlubs.” He said sternly.
“Of course, mother.”
Jean’s nostrils flared as he turned, his eyes flashing gold again. He was a second from hissing when there was a loud knock on the door. His eyes quickly returned to their normal color as he turned to the door. He snatched up the blazer and tossed it to his tan partner who was running his hands through his long black hair and tying it into a ponytail at the base of his neck.
“Put the damn jacket on.”
Marcus rolled his eyes but stood and slipped the perfectly tailored jacket on as his partner went to the door. Jean had always been the person who was more concerned with appearances. He took a moment to smooth his own blazer out before opening the door.
Chapter 3
Draca hadn’t been all that easy to find. It was tucked away in a small corner of the city that She rarely had reason to go to. It was an area frequented by celebrities and people with way too much money. Kate had gotten over her jealousy of the people she’d grown up with but she still had no desire to associate with them.
She was making good money now, but she loved her quiet, modest life. She wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Kate didn’t want to be a part of the problem. She had promised herself that she would never tear people down the way she’d been torn down growing up. Even though she was successful, she knew that people in places like this till looked down on her and considered her fat and out of shape. But that was their problem.
When she finally found the right building a man standing at the door asked for her name. He seemed gruff and a little angry at first but then a charming smile came to his rough features when she told him who she was and he opened the door, letting Kate up the stairs. She couldn’t help but smile at the change in demeanor. Looking angry and mean probably went a long way for a bouncer.
She took the stairs up to the top where a large set of double doors waited for her. She knocked on them firmly, hearing the sound of two people arguing on the other side. There was silence and then the lock clicked and the door was pulled open.
The man on the other side took her breath away. His hair was short on the sides and long on the top. It was slicked back out of his perfectly chiseled face and she could see tattoos poking out of the collar of his shirt, though the black ink was mostly hidden. He had a clean shaven face and full lips. His green eyes almost burned through her and she couldn’t help but notice the golden flakes that made his eyes pop. The long lashes didn’t hurt either.
Another man was standing just behind him and when she saw them standing together, she knew she was in trouble. The man with the pony tail had light brown eyes that seemed to reflect his soul. His smile was warm and welcoming and he was the first to speak “Kate, I presume?” He asked, offering his hand as Jean stepped aside.
Kate smiled a little, almost seeming shy. The small smile went straight to Jean’s heart. He was quiet, watching her with an intense gaze as Marcus took the lead “Welcome to our office, dear Kate. Come on in.”
He brought her hand to his lips and she made a soft, surprised ‘oh’. Her knees were already weak. This was not good. She smiled a little and blushed, putting a hand to her cheek “Thank you for inviting me here. I’m really looking forward to working with you gentlemen.” She said, stepping into the office and taking in the expensive, classy decor. Everything in the office seemed to be made of real leather, the smell filling the room and her nostrils.
She stopped in the center of the room, her heels clicking on the wood until she came to stand on the carpet just in front a large oak desk. Marcus moved past her, his fingers brushing her shoulder “I’m Marcus Mancini and this is my business partner, Jean Bertrand.”
Jean smiled and offered a bow of his head as he walked over to the desk and sat down “Welcome.” He said, echoing his partner.
Kate was starting to figure them out already. Marcus was the more outgoing of the two and Jean was the responsible one. It was hard to find a man with both qualities so she could settle for two that each had one of them.
Marcus settled into a chair next to Jean and smiled “So you want to work for us?” He asked with a smirk.
Jean glared at Marcus a moment and turned to smile at her “Forgive my friend. He’s a little...aggressive. We saw your audition tape and we loved it. I was just wondering if you would mind giving us a little sample in person? You won’t be required to strip down, obviously.”
“But we won’t say no if you want to!” Marcus sang.
Jean slammed his own foot down onto Marcus’ and the man yelped. Kate smiled and patted a bag on her hip “I came prepared.” She said, winking at Marcus.
Jean nodded and settled back against his chair as Jean nursed his foot. Kate started to unpack her things, setting a little speaker up and hitting play. The song was sensual with a strong bass and intense guitar. She stepped forward and shimmied a little, grinning as she began dancing.
Her movements were absolutely mesmerizing. Every time she moved it awoke desires in both of the men that had lain dormant for decades. They had seen so many women over the centuries, taken so many and yet this one was the most beautiful, the most perfect one they’d seen. Her body radiated a brilliant confidence that was so hard to find.
Every piece of clothing that was removed, revealed to them sun kissed skin and gentle curves. Her body wasn’t sharp and bony like the others. She was soft, beautiful and everything they wanted. The two men cast a glance at each other as her skirt fluttered to the floor, leaving her in a peachy lace bra and matching panties.
The hunger in Marcus’ eye was unmistakable and Jean was sure that his own lust was more than evident. He just hoped it didn't scare this woman away. They wanted her around and for much more personal reasons.
“Well, Ms. Winchester...We are certainly impressed. How would you like to be our new headliner?”
Kate broke out into a grin, panting softly from her dancing, eyes sparkling. She felt like she’d won some sort of game.
“I’d be honored.”
Chapter 4
The job offer was more than Kate could have hoped for. It meant steady work with less traveling, which meant she could focus on her clothing. She was thrilled, to say the least. As she drove home she started thinking less about work and more about the gorgeous men who had hired her. They way they’d stared at her sent shivers down her spine. She chewed on her lip as she imagined them. They were both wild stallions, she could tell.
She couldn’t help but imagine how amazing it might be to be ravaged by them. Their manly musk alone had almost been enough to send her over the edge. When she finally parked her car she was more than happy about it. Her legs had begun to tremble and a faint ache between her legs had started to surface.
Kate all but ran the stairs to her apartment and dashed inside. She stripped down, leaving clothing scattered through the living room and bathroom in her rush to get in the shower. She felt giddy and maybe a little overwhelmed in the best way. She wanted them. She wanted both of them but it seemed so out of reach.
Her own love life had not been the most impressive the last few years. She had men knocking down her door but she just wasn’t interested, if she was being honest. They were the same superficial assholes she had hated dealing with in high school. They were just interested now because she’d come into her own and had filled out nicely.
They also assumed she was easy because she was a dancer. There was a huge line between dancing because you loved it and dancing because you’re desperate for money. Kate hadn’t been desperate for money in a long time and she wasn’t easy. Of course she’d had a few flings here and there but as she got older (older being twenty five), she wasn’t interested in one night stands anymore. She wanted something stable but she wanted it to be with someone she adored, someone who completed her. It seemed that was asking too
much.
As she stepped into the shower she let her mind wander, thinking about the two men in the office. She’d never been so overwhelmed with desire before and never so quickly. She bit her lip as the warm water ran down her body and dripped off her raven hair, circling the drain. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath, imagining those beautiful men by the light of a fire.
She wasn’t sure why fire was the first thing that came to her mind, but it was. She imagined them tan and chiseled, speaking to her in their native tongues. She shivered a little as her hand came to her ample breasts, fingers brushing across her nipples as she let out a long, low whine, her cheeks flushing red. A whimper fell from her lips as she closed her eyes and leaned against the cold tile.
Her body flushed with heat as she imagined them surrounding her, their predatory gazes fixed on her exposed body. Marcus moved in closer, his lips brushing her neck as he blew a breath across the tender skin. She gasped and arched her back but she found herself trapped by Jean’s strong form. His hands ran down her arms a moment and came to rest at her hips as he pulled her close and caught her lips in a passionate kiss.
When they broke for air Marcus leaned in to steal a kiss as well, Jean’s naked cock hardening and pressing against her soft thigh as if pleading for permission. They lay her down on the warm fur rug, her back pressed to Jean’s chest.
She tilted her head up enough to catch his lips again, moaning softly and gasping Marcus’ name as his lips found one of her hardened nipples. He suckled eagerly but didn’t stay for long. He worked his way down, his fingers leaving a trail of heat down her body. They were both so damn warm.
Marcus nestled between her legs as Jean wrapped his arms around her body, his hands pressing against her chest so that he could toy with her nipples. Marcus busied himself, his tongue lapping at the bundle of sensitive nerves between her legs.
Loud desperate gasps left her lips and her legs began to tremble. Every time they would close on instinct, Marcus would force them apart, continuing to give attention to her most sensitive parts. The orgasm built inside her body until she was a puddle of pure ecstasy, moaning their names over and over again.
Jean’s lips explored every inch of her skin, tasting her and taking her in. His lips found the rim of her ear and pressed gentle kisses to it as he whispered things in soft, melodic french. Her chest was heaving, every nerve in her body pulled taut with pleasure. Her legs were shaking as she let out desperate sobs of pleasure and finally came.
Her orgasm hit her strong and hard. The world became a tunnel and she couldn’t hear or see anything. When her eyes finally flew open she was in her shower, sitting on the floor with her fingers between her legs. Her body hummed with the pleasant afterglow of an orgasm and she felt tired, though not exhausted.
She drew her hand away, watching the pearly string of nectar drip from her fingers. She looked around and was a little saddened to find herself alone. She let out a sigh and put her head against the tile, grunting in frustration. How was she supposed to work for them when she was already fantasizing about them?
Chapter 5
Only three months in and the club was more than successful. Kate was a smash hit and everyone loved her. Jean and Marcus knew the club was always going to be packed. There wasn’t anything like this around for miles. All of the supernatural creatures had been meeting up and private house parties until Draca came along.
Once Kate started performing, though, their numbers doubled. Everyone wanted to see her and Jean and Marcus were starting to want more. She was beautiful, enticing and everything they could have ever wanted. There was a rift forming between them because of it. They weren’t willing to voice it but neither man wanted to share. They wanted her all for themselves.
That was why they had started trying to outdo each other. Gifts were starting to show up in her dressing room, always signed. It was a silly little game, Kate thought. She wasn’t sure why her employers were so enamored with her but she wasn’t going to argue. The presents were nice and so was the attention.
She’d just finished a number and let out a long sigh, running her hand through her long dark curls as she headed back to her dressing room. When she pushed the door open she gasped, eyes going wide. Her dressing room was filled with roses. Yellow ones, her favorite. Who were the from and how did they find out?
Her question was answered when Marcus stepped out from the shadows and smiled “Hello, Bella.” He hummed.
He had started using the pet name not too long ago and she was sure it was intended to get her attention. She smiled, a blush coming to her tanned cheeks “Are these from you?” She asked, looking around breathlessly.
He walked across the dressing room, reaching up and plucking one of the flowers from the wall and extended it out to her “They are. A radiant beauty like yourself deserves to be surrounded with beautiful things.” He said, close enough now that she could take the flower.
Her cheeks felt heated and she swallowed, reaching out and taking the rose slowly. She brought it to her nose and sniffed, still watching him “How did you know that yellow roses were my favorite?” She whispered.
“I overheard you talking to one of the waitresses. I hope you will forgive me for eavesdropping. I can’t help myself sometimes.” He said, licking his lips, clearly not talking about eavesdropping.
Her breath caught in her throat a moment and she stared up at him “You can’t?” She whispered, her mouth going dry. Working for them hadn’t made resisting them any easier. She saw them every night, dressed to the nines and looking dapper. It was absolute torture. She loved a man in a suit.
Now, one of those same men who she pined after almost every night was standing in front of her with a look of pure, animalistic lust in his eyes. She knew she should have said no and refused him. This was her boss and it was so ethically wrong to let herself get tangled up with him, but god knows she could not say no.
“I don’t think I’d be able to help myself either.” She whispered, looking up at him, her gaze and parted lips giving him all the permission he needed.
He didn’t waste any time and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and holding her tight. He was so damn solid. She knew he was strong but she didn’t count on him being built like a damn ox. It only turned her on even more. A gasping moan escaped her lips as he pushed her back up against her makeup counter and gripped her hips, picking her up and setting her down on it.
Her arms were still around his neck, tangling in his hair as he dropped his head to nip and kiss her neck wetly. It felt exactly like she thought it would. His tongue was hot and his teeth were sharp, tasting the skin with the sort of desperateness that she had never felt before in any man.
His fingers ran across her bare thighs, leaving trails of fire behind. She would never know how accurate than comparison would be. His nails dug into her legs and she yanked at his head, pulling him back enough so that their lips could crash together. She was sure that the sheer force of that kiss was going to leave the most delicious bruise come morning.
Her back was pressed up against the mirror as he began to kiss at her chest, undoing the lacing of the corset easily. She’d put it back on hastily after her performance and was thrilled that it fell away from her body with such ease.
More of her fantasy came true as he started sucking on her nipples, drawing the hardened nubs into his mouth eagerly. His fingers were exploring her thighs, traveling north and pressing on when there was a loud knock at the door.
A familiar voice called into the room “Kate! Can I come in? I just wanted to congratulate you on a wonderful performance!” Jean called through the door.
Marcus cursed and pulled away just in time for her to cover her exposed breasts before Jean walked in the door. The smell of passion was obvious throughout the entire room and dragons had a very keen sense of smell. He paused at the door and sniffed the air a little before his eyes finally settled and Marcus and Kate.
It was the first time she wou
ld see his eyes narrow and shine a bright golden yellow, but it wouldn’t be the last time. Marcus took a step back and put his hand in his pockets. There was a moment of tension and Kate felt guilty, though she wasn’t sure why. What she was doing wasn’t wise, but it certainly didn’t warrant guilt.
Jean cleared his throat “I did not mean to intrude.” He said, pushing his hair out of his face to busy his hands “You did very well tonight, Kate.” He offered her a small tilt of his head and then left the room.
Marcus turned and gave her an apologetic look before walking out of the dressing room, following Jean and calling his name. Kate was left in her dressing room, alone, confused and horny. These guys were going to be the death of her.
Chapter 6
Kate was feeling nervous about the night before. She hadn't gotten a call or a text from Marcus or Jean and she was starting to think that she really messed up one of the best opportunities she ever had. She was wringing her hands as she sat in her breakfast nook, watching the clock across from the table. Time felt like it was moving slower.
With a grunt she pushed away from the table and stood up, grabbing her work bag and heading for the door. She wasn’t going to sit around and wait anymore. She needed to tell Jean that it was just a mistake. She wasn’t going to let anything like that happen again. This job meant too damn much to her.
She drove to work, turning on some music to distract herself. The only problem was that every single song that came on seemed to be some sort of love song. With a frustrated grunt, Kate pushed the button and turned the radio off. She wasn’t going to listen to some whiny song about an emotion she wasn’t even interested in.
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