The wolf nodded and spun away, pressing himself thicker into the throng of flesh and desire. Lucian's fingers slid down to mine, then he tugged me forward, away from the press of flesh and toward one of the privacy rooms.
"Do they have private showers in this place?" He looked over his shoulder at me, the hunger in his expression making my pulse skip several beats.
"No showers—other than those in the changing rooms—but there's a spa room down at the end."
"That'll do nicely."
His pace quickened as if he couldn't get there fast enough. I trotted along after him, anticipation swirling.
The room itself was on the small side, meaning the kidney-shaped spa dominated the space, filling the air with its aromatic scent. They didn't chlorinate the water here, as the smell tended to be too strong for many wolves. Instead, they'd installed huge rainwater-collection tanks under the building, and the spa was fully flushed and the water replaced every time the room was vacated.
He locked the door behind us, and the spa automatically came on, bubbling away merrily.
"I have to say," I said, rinsing my mouth out with the thoughtfully provided mouthwash before stepping into the spa, "I was a little surprised that you allowed that wolf to dance with us. I had you figured for the jealous type."
"Hardly." He slid into the spa, his skin a gleaming gold in the soft lighting. He swam over to me, grabbed my hands, and pulled me toward him. "You forget how old I am. Let's just say that I've indulged in more than my fair share of threesomes and orgies. They can be quite an erotic experience."
I smiled and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling myself onto his lap as he sat down. The thick hardness of him settled between my legs but didn't enter. I rocked back and forth, teasing him, teasing myself, as I placed gentle kisses on his chest and neck, then worked my way up to his lips and claimed them.
"It was hardly a threesome," I said after a few minutes. "The poor fellow never actually fucked me."
"But your mouth can do amazing things. I know this for a fact."
I said, "Do you want me to work magic with my mouth right at this moment? Because it's a little hard in the water."
He slid his hands down to my hips and lifted me slightly, shifting on the seat so that, when I came back down, his cock speared me. "It most certainly is," he said, a devilish smile teasing his lips and crinkling the corners of his eyes. "But I'd much prefer you to work magic with your body."
So I did. And then he returned the favor tenfold. It still didn't match the power of his kiss, but it blew away every other lover I'd ever had, and that was more than enough for me.