Page 15 of Dragon Rivals of New York (Dragons of New York #3)

Chapter 15

Kyro

“ T he Gold Horde spotted that dragon again. Identified them as a member of the Ruby Diamond Horde,” Otto says, strolling into my office at the back of the club. “Do you want me to do anything about it?”

What the hell would the Ruby Diamond Horde still be doing in New York? They had some trade meetings with Midas two weeks ago, but they don’t usually stick around. Dragons are territorial, and the Ruby Diamond Horde hanging around New York is likely to cause trouble.

“Track them down, if you can. But be stealthy about it.”

“Mind if I take Damian with me?” This question is more hesitant than the last. He knows how I feel about members of the Gold Horde.

But we’re supposed to be at peace now, so I sigh and jerk my chin up. “Fine. Just report back to me first. Not Midas.”

As Adrianna’s right hand, I handle anything that might be a threat to our security. I’ll let her know if it develops into something concerning.

Otto leaves, and I shift my attention to the other reports on my desk. Background checks on two new employees. When we were pushed out of New York, we were forced to move into shadier pursuits, but we’re careful with who we bring into the club. Our businesses may not be the most “legitimate,” but there are a few things the Silver Horde doesn’t get involved in. We don’t traffic in weapons or humans, and the only drugs we sell are those that are legal—though we may not always do it with a license.

There’s a knock at the door, quickly followed by Jasmine. “We got a member of the Gold Horde at the front, wanting in. What do you want me to do?”

I knew this would happen eventually. Even with the peace, the two hordes have mostly kept their distance. The mixed group at Cyrus and Finley’s wedding must have been a tipping point.

“Who is it?” I rub the space between my eyebrows.

“Jethro, and he’s got a guest with him.”

Her last words are yelled after me because I’m already halfway down the hall. What the hell is he doing bringing Sora here? This is supposed to be his night. And this isn’t a place for a girl like Sora. She might say she wants new experiences, but this is like throwing someone off a boat in the middle of the ocean when they don’t know how to swim.

I bet he only brought her here to ruin her view of me.

The door slams against the wall as I burst into the front lobby where the hostess checks guests into the club. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Sora’s eyes widen. I clench my fists, immediately regretting my tone.

“Why are you here when it’s supposed to be your night?” I ask, more controlled.

“I told you I didn’t like the idea of splitting days. And since you didn’t say where we could or couldn’t take our girl, I thought it would be fun to come and visit our mate at work.”

“I’m not your anything.”

Jethro shrugs. “We’ll see.”

“How did you even know I’d be here?”

“Where else would you be?”

He has a point. This is where I handle most of the horde’s dealings, and I’m known to be a bit of a workaholic. I don’t like being home alone. It brings up too many memories.

“You only brought her here to convince her I’m not good enough for her.” There’s a menacing edge to my voice.

“Are you good enough for her?” He steps close, chest puffing out.

“Yes.” No . I’m not, but the goddess thinks I am, and I trust that.

“Prove it,” Jethro says. “Prove you’re good enough for her by giving her an experience she’s never had. Let us in.”

“In where?” Sora asks. “None of you have even told me what this place is, but it’s clear it’s not just a restaurant.”

“You didn’t prepare her?” I shove Jethro in the chest and stomp past him to Sora. Taking her hands, I lead her to a black tufted bench near the hostess stand. Once she’s sitting, I turn her hand over in my lap and lace our fingers together, then meet her eyes. “The Black Wing is a sex club.”

“An elite sex club.” Jethro takes a seat on the other side of her. “I got to tell you, I’ve been dying to come here for ages, but stayed away for obvious reasons.”

“Haven’t your… hordes,” she drops her voice on the last word and looks around, “been at peace for a year now? ”

“Yes, but do you think this guy would let me in, even with a treaty?” He jerks his thumb at me. “The only reason he’s not kicking me out right now is because of you.”

She looks at me with a question in her eyes. I cross my arms over my chest and ignore the asshole who is one hundred percent right.

“We have a good reputation,” I continue. “We take care of our people, are strict with who we allow in, and have extensive security. But it’s still a sex club. Once you go through those doors…”

She sucks in a breath. “I want to do this.”

“Okay.” I share a look with Jasmine, letting her know to get the questionnaire ready.

“You’re not going to argue that I shouldn’t?” Genuine surprise paints her delicate features.

“Of course not. You’re an adult. You can make these choices for yourself.”

“Good answer,” Jethro says, leaning around Sora. He rubs his hands together. “Now, let’s fill out some paperwork.”

“Paperwork?”

“Most of it’s for legal purposes. To ensure we don’t get sued, but the rest is to determine your boundaries, what you’re comfortable with and what you’re not comfortable with.” Jasmine hands me two clipboards and I hand them off to Sora and Jethro. “Everyone who comes into the club gets color-coded bracelets. A white bracelet means you’re just here to watch and don’t want to take part in any of the activities.” I hold up a white bracelet and slip it on her wrist.

“What if I want to participate?”

“I think it’s best if you just observe for your first time.”

“You don’t get to decide that for her,” Jethro says with a bit more fire in his voice than I expect. He takes her hand and fingers the white bracelet. “Is this what you want, lovely?”

She gnaws on her bottom lip, looking from him to me. Slowly, she shakes her head.

Smoke puffs from my nose before I can rein it in. The thought of her participating in what goes on inside The Black Wing has my jealous dragon nature ready to tear the place apart. But it also has my cock stiffening against my leg. Shit.

“Jasmine.” With just her name, I let Jasmine know what I need, and she brings over a little bowl with all the bracelets we have. I slip off the white one and replace it with a black one first.

“What’s that one for?” Sora asks .

“It means you’re not looking for a partner and are only interested in being with the person you came with.”

“Me.” Jethro’s grin is smug.

“Or me,” I snap. “There’s no way I’m letting you in there without me.”

Sora tightens her jaw at my words, but she doesn’t argue. She probably knows enough about dragons to understand why this is a mandate. It strikes me that despite my hatred for Jethro, I don’t want to punch him every time he touches Sora. Probably because he also shares a mating bond with her.

“The purple means you’re open to other people watching you.” I hold it out, waiting for her.

She looks from me to Jethro. “What do you think? Are you both… okay with that?”

“More than okay.” Jethro grabs the purple bracelet from my hand and slides it on his wrist, along with a black one.

Sora bites her lip and waits for me.

“It’s not usually my thing, but I’m not opposed to it.”

She takes a purple bracelet from the bowl.

“Oh, we’re gonna have fun.” Jethro snaps his bracelet against his wrist. “Impact play next?”

I pick up a red bracelet and slide it on my wrist as Jethro does the same.

“What exactly is impact play?” Sora fingers a red bracelet but doesn’t take it out of the bowl.

“Spanking, paddles, flogging, etc.” Jethro answers for me.

Sora shudders. “Like getting off on pain?”

“It can be, but it can also be about the adrenaline or a sensory sensation. And sometimes…” I pick up a yellow bracelet, wondering if Jethro is into degradation. I would definitely get off on demeaning the jackass. “It can be about degradation.”

She shakes her head. “No.”

Jethro smiles at me as he slips on a yellow bracelet, as if he knows exactly what I was thinking. I imagine throwing him over my knee and slapping his ass raw while I call him all the names I call him in my head to his face. It probably wouldn’t be healthy for me to take out my anger sexually, but the thought still has my cock pushing painfully against my jeans.

“We don’t allow blood play,” I say as Sora draws her shoulders in and shakes her head, “or fire play in the club, and we don’t have a primal room here since our space is limited, but there are a few sensory play rooms. That’s the orange bracelet.”

“Sensory play?” Sora asks .

Jethro takes an orange bracelet from the bowl at the same time I do and our hands brush. I flex my fingers and slip the bracelet on before grabbing another.

“I think you’ll like that one.” I slide the orange one on her wrist. “Blindfolds. Feathers. Ice. Bells. Various foods like chocolate.”

She snaps it against her wrist, and gives a definitive, “Yes.”

“And finally, bondage.” A blue bracelet.

Jethro takes one. I don’t. Sora pauses, but then picks up a blue bracelet with a determined nod and a cute, tentative little smile. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea for Jethro to bring her here.

Jasmine hands them both pens so they can fill out the paperwork. Mine is always on file, updated yearly, the same as the rest of the employees.

After kissing Sora’s cheek, I stand up, needing to prepare a few things to ensure my mate enjoys the depravity of The Black Wing.

“I’ll meet you in there.”

Her innocent eyes look up at me with a curiosity that has my heart thudding against my chest. She’s excited about this, and that makes me so damn hard.