“I’m going to need to use my powers often when we’re together, I think.”
I must have shocked him. “Sorry. I just didn’t expect the elevator to go down.”
“I’ve found many women aren’t used to someone else going down,” Hurricane said.
My laughter echoed in the elevator, but I quickly closed my mouth when the elevator door opened to a box seat with a perfect view of a stage.
Everything was decorated in deep reds and looked expensive.
We stepped out, took our seats in the curtained box, and I blurted, “The opera?”
“There was a rumor that you’ve always wanted to come to one,” Vortex said.
Words escaped me, so I turned and kissed them each before returning my focus to the stage.
One of my dreams had always been to go to the opera, but it had always been out of my price range.
“Esteemed guests,” a voice said behind us. “Your food is served.”
By the time I turned around, whoever had spoken was gone.
Behind us sat a table with steaming food and flutes of champagne.
I started to stand, but Hurricane set a hand on my arm. “Push the button on the right of the chair.”
I did and gasped as it spun around and scooted up to the table so we could eat.
The food was delicious. I overate, but it was totally worth it.
A few times, I’d started to say something, but since it was silent everywhere else, I bit my tongue.
When they’d finished eating, we all pushed our buttons and the seats returned us to our viewing spots.
“How was your food?” Vortex asked.
“Amazing. Yours?” I sipped on my champagne and listened intently.
“Good,” Vortex replied.
I turned to Hurricane. “How was yours?”
He smiled wide. “Phenomenal, but I’m pretty sure that had more to do with the company.”
A gong sounded, drawing our attention to the stage. A tall man with a tuxedo and top hat bowed. “Two minutes until the performance begins.”
“How often do you guys come here?” I asked, my eyes still glued to the stage.
“About three times a year,” Hurricane answered. “That’s about how often they change the performance.”
It surprised me that they enjoyed coming that much. When I’d asked Cobalt about coming, he had laughed and said he wouldn’t be caught dead at the opera.
“You two continue to surprise me.” I took a big drink of the champagne. It had a slight strawberry flavor to it that I loved.
The opera started, and I witnessed such beautiful singing and acting that I cried, laughed, and smiled all while feeling the emotions deep within myself.
At some point I’d taken Hurricane and Vortex’s hands. They stroked my hand and kept me grounded and reminded me that I was safe.
When the opera ended, it took a few moments for me to fully return to reality.
“That was...amazing!”
“We’re glad you enjoyed it,” Hurricane said and squeezed my hand.
“Let’s prepare to leave. It’s going to take a bit to leave as it is,” Vortex said.
“How many other viewers were there?” I asked and squinted as I tried to make out any other viewing platforms.
“Between fifty and one hundred.” Vortex answered.
Hurricane added, “They use special glass and soundproofing so you get the full experience and don’t have to worry about others ruining it.”
We stood before the elevator door, waiting for our turn. The men stood on either side of me, still holding my hands.
“Thank you for bringing me here. I loved it.” I looked up at them, giving them my brightest smile.
Hurricane leaned down and kissed my lips. His arm slid around my waist, pulling me flush against the front of him as he deepened our kiss.
My tongue tangled with his, and I lost myself momentarily to the taste and touch of him.
Hands moved up my bare arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps, behind. Vortex placed soft, lingering kisses around the sides of my throat and my upper back, eliciting shivers from me.
A moan escaped me only to be swallowed by Hurricane.
Never before had I been touched by two men at the same time. And I was desperate for more.
Vortex spun me around and claimed my mouth with his. He lightly gripped my hips and explored every part of my mouth. Hurricane kissed the top of my shoulders and the sides of my neck, his hands sliding up and down the outsides of my legs.
A bell dinged, and they stepped away leaving me hot, panting, and wanting to do more with them.
Vortex slipped his hand in mine and brushed his thumb across my lower lip with a smile. “Our elevator is here.”
Ah, that