Page 150 of Shadow Waltz
“Yes,” Ash breathed, eyes half-lidded, hands sliding into Adrian’s hair, guiding his mouth wherever he wanted attention.
Behind them, I trailed kisses across Noah’s shoulder blades, my hands still stroking up and down his arms, squeezing, testing his strength, loving the way his muscles tensed and released with every touch. “You’re beautiful like this,” I murmured, lips grazing the back of his neck, my words meant just for him.
Noah smiled, a little shy and a little wild. “So are you. Don’t stop.”
Adrian caught my eye, a silent question: Everyone still good? I nodded, and he returned his focus to Ash, who was already melting under the careful attention, every movement an invitation for more.
Adrian’s hands moved to Ash’s collar, unfastening his shirt with a slow deliberation that bordered on reverence. He peeled the fabric from Ash’s shoulders, exposing lean muscle, the smooth line of his collarbone, the hint of old scars. Adrian’s mouth followed his hands, tongue tracing the pulse in Ash’s neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin, making Ash shudder.
“Let’s get you comfortable,” Adrian murmured, fingers working each button open, knuckles dragging heat along Ash’s chest as he pulled the shirt away, baring him to the golden lamplight. “You always look better undressed.”
Ash smirked, breath coming faster, gaze flicking to me. I caught the look, grinned back, and slid out of my own shirt, letting it drop to the floor. The air in the room thickened, a current of want running between all four of us. I watched Ash’s pupils blow wide as Adrian’s hands mapped his body, palmspressing over abs, squeezing his waist, following the trail of muscle down to the buckle of his jeans.
“Your turn, Luka,” Adrian said, tone playful but commanding. “Go on, finish undressing. You’ll want your hands free for what comes next.”
I did as told, unfastening my belt, letting my pants and briefs slide down my hips and off, kicking them aside. Noah watched, tongue darting out over his bottom lip, his own body stretched out and trembling with anticipation.
Adrian made quick work of Ash’s jeans, tugging them down along with boxers, leaving him fully naked and slightly flushed, shivering from the chill and the sudden attention. “You look fucking perfect,” Adrian whispered, his hands roving possessively, lips following in a trail down Ash’s chest and over the cut of his hipbones.
Adrian’s hand slid up my arm, and he guided me to the lamp in the corner of the room. “Luka—would you do the honors? There’s a button behind the base.”
I moved to the lamp, heart thudding. I pressed the small, hidden button, and a section of the wall behind the bed slid open with a soft, mechanical whir, revealing a secret alcove lined with shelves and hooks—leather cuffs, silk ties, floggers and canes, toys I’d only seen in the deepest corners of fantasy. There were harnesses, blindfolds, neatly coiled ropes, gleaming restraints, and a set of sturdy padded benches that looked more like furniture for worship than punishment.
Noah let out a low, wicked laugh. “I knew you had a secret, Adrian, but that’s a whole new level.”
Adrian’s smile turned sharp. “We only ever bring out the best for special occasions.” He turned to Ash, running a thumb down his jaw. “I want to see you choose. What calls to you, Ash? Or Luka, maybe you’d like to pick something for us both?”
Ash stepped forward, still bare, a little hesitant but eyes shining. He ran his fingers along the wall, touching a velvet-lined paddle, a feather tickler, a pair of heavy leather cuffs. “I think I’d like to try these,” he said softly, holding up the cuffs for Adrian’s inspection. “And maybe the blindfold, too.”
Adrian’s approval was a low rumble of satisfaction. “Perfect choice.” He took the cuffs and gently fastened them around Ash’s wrists, testing for tightness, never breaking eye contact. “If anything’s too much, all you need to do is say. Or shake your head. You have all the control here, always.”
As Adrian blindfolded Ash, darkness cocooning him in sensation, I walked over to Noah, my own nerves fizzing with anticipation. “Want to switch it up, Noah?” I asked, voice pitched low. “Or should I keep you right where you are?”
Noah grinned, tilting his hips back. “Dealer’s choice, Luka. Just don’t be gentle unless you mean it.”
A thrill shot through me at his words—challenge, permission, want. I let my hands glide along his hips, feeling the play of muscle beneath my palms, then I pressed myself against his back, kissing the knot of his spine. He shivered, arching into the touch, eyes fluttering closed as I bit down lightly on the curve of his shoulder.
“You really trust me?” I murmured, low and teasing, as I ran my thumbs along the soft skin above the ropes binding his wrists.
Noah let out a rough, eager sound. “I do. And I want you to show me.”
I couldn’t help but grin, letting my hands roam over his body, taking in every inch—his chest, firm and dusted with hair; his abs, tensing under my fingers; the sharp line of his hipbones that made my mouth water. I squeezed his thighs, loving how solid and strong he felt, then let one hand drift up, cupping his jaw and tilting his head back for a slow, claiming kiss.
He moaned into my mouth, his lips opening easily beneath mine, tongue tangling with mine as his body pressed back. I ground against him, feeling his heat, his hard cock nudging against my thigh.
Adrian’s voice, rich and velvet-dark, slid over the room. “That’s it, Luka. Take your time—let him feel it. Let him beg for it.”
I didn’t need encouragement. I trailed my mouth down Noah’s throat, nipping at his pulse, then bit along his shoulder, each mark met with a gasp or a whispered curse. My hands moved over his chest, pinching and rolling his nipples until he squirmed in the restraints, then tracing lower, teasing circles over his abs, brushing my fingers through the coarse hair below.
“Fuck, Luka,” Noah gasped, arching into every touch, “don’t tease me—just fucking touch me.”
I grinned, letting my teeth scrape the shell of his ear. “You like being teased, though,” I whispered, voice pitched low for his ears only. “You like not knowing what comes next.”
He shivered, pressing his ass back against me. “I like when you lose control.”
I moved to his side, letting my hand drift down the line of his back, then back up to the ropes at his wrists, checking their tension. “Still good?” I asked, voice gentle beneath the want.
He nodded eagerly. “Perfect. Don’t stop.”