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The first time he’d stepped inside, his wolf side had lost its goddamn mind at the number of intoxicating aromas. He’d since learned control, though when it had been a while, like now, Silas took a minute to prepare for what was coming.

Excitement buzzed like electricity through him at the anticipation of what lay beyond the inner door.

A call to Sax, the major investor and owner of the club, and a friend, had ensured that beyond the doors, there was a snake shifter who matched Silas’ needs.

It was rare to find an omega shifter who could give Silas exactly what he craved when it came to sex.

He had a few quirks, private ones, only shared in places like this to protect himself from ridicule.

He was an alpha, and loved to fuck, only he preferred to be directed, dominated, and controlled by the omega.

If they liked to wear sexy lingerie, and were a snake shifter, then fuck, he was in seventh heaven.

The perfect trifecta, and it seemed Sax had worked a miracle and had found Silas a perfect match for the next couple of days.

The exorbitant price for being a member of the club was worth every cent. Not that he paid, he had a vested interest as a silent partner that gave him VIP access.

Releasing a shuddery breath, he used a trembling hand to knock on the door, which buzzed open before his hand had fallen away. The cameras watching the private entry were never unmanned.

“Silas, my darling boy, it’s been a while.” Sax, the tiniest sugar glider omega Silas had ever met, beamed up at him. He barely reached the middle of Silas’s chest.

The lack of dark curls that usually framed his elfin features gave Silas pause.

“How have you been?” Sax asked in a sweet voice which sounded like his vocal chords had gotten dipped in honey.

Silas took the offered hand, surprised as usual by the strength of the handshake, which turned into a half hug.

“Good.” Careful not to squish him, Silas nodded at Sax as he eased back. “When did you cut off the curls?”

Encouraged inside, Sax didn’t immediately answer as the door shut soundlessly behind them and Silas ensured he breathed through his mouth, the scents becoming richer, more potent in the larger reception area.

Inside, the color scheme was the same as the small entrance lobby, but the overhead lights cast a soft cream glow, giving a softer feel. Sax had worked to make the place feel non-threatening to the uninitiated who came through a different entrance to the one the VIP members used.

Silas gave a brief nod to the omega who stood welcoming those coming through the main door, checking their invitation before explaining the entrance policy—which would have been in the information they had already received—and ensuring everyone put all cell phones and recording devices in the personal, coded lockboxes the club supplied.

It was a strict rule in the club. If anyone broke it, they got tossed out and their membership terminated without discussion.

Sax might be tiny, but he was a force to be reckoned with and not someone to mess with. Silas had witnessed firsthand how the little omega liked to play rough, despite his punitive size. The man could easily manhandle a large alpha.

Releasing his hand, Sax fluffed at cropped bangs, grinning to reveal crooked front teeth that gave him an oddly appealing look. “Oh ‘bout a year ago. Do you like the new me?” At close to fifty, the omega didn’t look a day over thirty despite the silver threaded through the dark locks.

Willowy, with dreamy hazel eyes, Sax cocked his hip in his white skinny jeans and did something odd with his eyes. “I wanted to see if I could look a little more sophisticated.”

Silas eyed Sax like he’d lost his mind. “Why would you do that? Those curls made many an alpha happy.”

Sax snort-giggled. “That might be the case, but sometimes we need a change. ”Sadness flashed in his eyes for a moment, but quickly disappeared, his smile beaming up a notch.

“Anyway, you’re not here to talk about my hair.

Your new sweetheart is in room three.” He wafted a hand in front of his face.

“If I was interested in omegas”—he shivered—“I would snatch him up in a heartbeat.”

“Is that so?” Intrigued, trying to recall the last time Sax had ever professed to be interested in an omega of any kind, Silas’s interest grew when he came up blank. The excitement he’d felt coming into the building increased, making his blood hum with anticipation.

Sax’s hazel eyes glinted with amusement. “A tattooed bad boy who wants to control you, dressed in purple silk. He’d tempt the devil to switch teams, my darling.”

Silas’s rich laughter boomed out, his cock twitching at the vision Sax gave him.

“Then I think it’s time I went to seek out my latest sweetheart.

” It was an in joke between them because Silas didn’t want to know the name of the omega.

This place for him was all about letting off steam with no commitment beyond helping an omega through a heat.

So, he referred to them all as sweetheart.

Beyond the doors was a totally different world, one that allowed Silas to be free of all the responsibilities of who he was.

The main area of the club was open for those who loved to watch, and vice versa.

He wasn’t an exhibitionist, though he wasn’t averse to watching.

That was not what Silas was after tonight, though.

It was the multiple private rooms stocked with everything an alpha or omega could dream of that catered to Silas’s passions.

Those were the rooms Silas used most when he came here.

Sax patted his arm, giving him a sly smile. “Make sure you come and say thank you when you’re done.” On that, he walked over to a couple of men, seemingly not happy to relinquish their phones.

Shaking his head at their stupidity, Silas worked to figure out what Sax meant by thanking him.

Was he trying to play matchmaker? Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be the first time.

They had met sixteen years earlier through a mutual friend and what many didn’t know was that Silas had loaned Sax money to get his business up and running.

Sax, when he’d enthused about creating a ‘private’ space for omegas to find alphas to explore their needs with no form of condemnation for their proclivities, had seemingly found a solution for Silas’ dissatisfaction with sex and the lack of ability to let go without worrying about what the omega thought about him.

It turned out to be a very wise investment, when the return had bought Darling Ranch only a few years after the doors of Hidden Desires had opened.

There was no sound as he stalked down the long passageway, past black numbered doors until he reached the one he needed. Room three.

His cock twitched at all the possibilities that lay beyond the door.

Reaching for the handle, he took a deep breath, and walked in.

The air arrested in his chest at the sight laid out before him.

His knees buckled, forcing him to remain in the doorway, regrouping.

Only that was impossible with how the circulating volume of blood in his body all headed straight between his thighs.

His arousal bulged against his zipper painfully.

The scent of his desire permeated the room, mixing with the omega’s suede and patchouli fragrance.

Yet underlying was the distinct, musky scent of an omega in heat.

It awakened need, the kind that made his wolf snarl and snap inside his mind, and left Silas cautious to the point he went to take a step back, instincts telling him he was in danger. How, he didn’t know, but was ready to… run.

It was the oddest feeling, one he’d never encountered before.

“Now where do you think you’re going, darlin’?” rasped the sexy, tattooed man displayed on the sumptuous bed, in a room filled with every imaginable kinky toy. “Shut the door, there’s a good boy. I find I don’t want to share what you’ll look like when I make you beg.”

The possessiveness struck a chord in Silas that left him yearning, then reeling from an overwhelming need that he couldn’t grasp. Was he hyperventilating?

It fucking sure as hell felt like it with how dry his mouth was.

He couldn’t get his tongue to move itself, to deny what was happening when his wolf yipped in giddy eagerness for what was going to happen.

He couldn’t deny what he wanted. It was impossible to resist obeying the demand when it left him hard and aching.

He came deeper into the room, closing the door, only to lean against it to ensure he didn’t embarrass himself by tripping with how weak his legs felt.

He reached blindly for the lock, his nails scratching on wood and then metal as they trembled with his desire.

Any concerns or thoughts of fleeing disappeared at the penetrating pale green eyes that held a wildness Silas wanted to have unleashed on him with such desperation that it caused an ache in his balls.

A purple silk cami, trimmed with lace, cupped the man’s pecs but left his nipples exposed.

When he sat forward, it made them appear like two ripe cherries, begging to be sucked.

The silk fell in soft ripples to the top of French knickers in the same color.

Floaty material did not conceal the hard cock beneath.

The lace edges sat inches from the stocking tops held up by a black lacy garter belt.

The exposed smooth skin held a myriad of tattoos.

Silas swallowed hard at thoughts of his tongue tracing every one.

A tattooed hand slid slowly down the silk, eyes glittering with lust when the fingers touched the top of a sheer stocking, drawing all of Silas’s focus. He wanted to peel the stockings off with his teeth.

“Like what you see?” The sexy rasp was highly addictive and had Silas ready to beg. They’d hardly fucking started!

Nimble fingers trailed over the lace edges of the knickers, teasing a moan from Silas when it revealed the golden, hairless flesh beneath. “Wolf got your tongue, I see.”

The snake rose to kneeling and Silas groaned in complaint at the disappearing tantalizing sight.

Somehow compelled to lift his gaze, he felt exposed when his eyes locked with those of his tormentor, who seemed to penetrate past all of Silas’s defenses. His whole body was on fire, electrified by his senses.

“That’s alright, darlin’, look at what’s yours for the taking…”—the smile was pure wickedness—“but, only when I say, because we both know who’s in charge here.”

Silas licked at his drying lips, his gaze hooded as he walked to the bed at the unspoken demand he could see in the other man’s eyes. Silas had played this game many times, only this felt different.

He toed off his shoes, never once breaking eye contact, constrained by the look in those green eyes.

Spellbound.

His stomach quivered at the truth. “What would you like me to do, sweetheart?” Silas rasped out past a far too tight throat.

“Sweetheart?” He blinked slowly, a sexy smirk forming, transforming his features from attractive to breathtaking.

“I think I’ll enjoy being your sweetheart.

Now strip, let me see that juicy cock that’s stinking up the room and fighting to get out of your trousers,”—the smirk reappeared—“so I can suck you dry, then feed it back to you.”