"Don't start without me."
I grinned. "If you're not there on time, I most certainly will."
He laughed and strolled casually toward the men's changing room. I headed for the ladies', storing my clothes, keys, and purse in a locker before scanning in my prints to lock it and then heading back out.
I paused on the steps heading down to the main floor, looking for any sign of Lucian. There was a sea of brown and black hair out there, interspersed with red, but no gold. He hadn't come out of the changing rooms yet.
Grinning, I headed down. Closer to the dance floor, the sensual beat of the music was accompanied by grunts of pleasure and the slap of flesh against flesh. Desire quickened and my breath caught. I should have come here sooner. Zane might be a safe and passionate partner, but there were plenty of others here willing—and more than able—to fulfill my need.
I began making my way into the crowd. The press of flesh made my skin tingle with excitement, and my already erratic heart raced that much harder. I danced, I flirted, and I quickly caught the attention of a brown wolf—a big-shouldered, hard-bodied man a few inches taller than myself.
We danced, and while it was both playful and sensual, it was also very much an erotic foreplay. We teased each other, sharing caresses, kisses, pressing our bodies close and enjoying the slide of flesh against flesh.
I sensed Lucian before I saw him. The heat of him wrapped around me—a touch more electric than the caresses of the brown wolf. Then his hands slid around my waist and he cupped my breasts, his touch teasing, playful. He pressed me back against him, his body like steel against my spine, his erection pressing teasingly between the cheeks of my rear. Little flash fires of desire skittered across my already overheated skin, and I half expected him to herd me away from the wolf. Instead, he pressed me closer, until I was the meat inside a sandwich of two sexy, hard-muscled men.
And oh, it was good.
We continued to dance, the wolf's touch roaming across my hips and down between my legs, teasing my clit and sending waves of pleasure spiraling through my body. Lucian's clever fingers teased and pinched my nipples, his breath warm against my neck and ear, the kisses he dropped across my shoulders and neck as sensual as his touch. And his touch had me melting.
All around us people danced and made love, and the smell of sex was so fierce it was almost liquid. We danced some more, played some more, teasing and tasting, nipping and kissing one another, until the need that pulsed among the three of us became all-consuming.
Just when I thought I could stand no more, Lucian's hands slid from my breasts to my hips, forcing me to bend forward, then holding me steady as he entered from behind. It felt so damn good I groaned.
In this position, I took the wolf's rigid shaft in my mouth, teasing his head with my tongue, then moving down his shaft, exploring his length before my lips touched him, drawing him deeper into my mouth. I timed my movements with Lucian's, and savored the sensations flowing through me—the growing fierceness of hunger and need coming from the two men to either side of me. Waves of pleasure rippled my skin, their power increasing as our movements became fiercer, harder, until pleasure was a molten force that would not be denied. Then my orgasm ripped through me, temporarily stilling my movements as it spun me over the abyss and into that space of pure and utter bliss. A heartbeat later the two men came, Lucian inside me and the wolf in my mouth, until all three of us were replete and satisfied.
I rose, kissed the wolf, then stepped back into Lucian's embrace.
"Not a bad opener," he murmured, kissing my shoulder softly before adding, "Thanks, friend."