Free Dragon's Lair by Seraphina Donavan Page A

interior of the club and immediately felt the pounding beat of the music. It pulsed through her, centering between her thighs, increasing the dull ache of need. A couple stood against the wall, pressed so tightly to one another that not even air could exist between them. The man had his hand buried between the woman’s thighs, which were wrapped around him. They kissed, their tongues sliding sensually from their parted lips, glistening in the dim light.
    Breathless, she skirted the couple and entered the main lounge of the club. It was dark, and there were no tables, but around the room were couches and extra wide chaises that would play host to small groups or couples. Blue-tinted lights gave the room an ethereal glow, and shimmering curtains separated the seating areas. They framed each area, but they couldn’t be for privacy as they were entirely sheer. In the far corner, a man sat alone. He was dark and beautiful with coal black hair and pale eyes. Even in the darkness, Lilly felt his gaze. It pulled her like a magnet.
    Remy Mercier watched the brunette with a hunger that startled him. He had known the minute Philippe spotted her. The two of them had been together so long their thoughts were linked easily. Communicating was like breathing to them. Excitement burned in him along with a need like nothing else he’d ever felt. He surveyed her, from the top of her dark head to the tips of her delicate toes.
    Her lush curves veered more to Rubenesque than simply voluptuous. As she walked, there was a slight bounce to her breasts and a sway to her hips that captivated him. The cotton dress clung to her curves as she moved. He wanted to rip the dress from her, to bare her body and explore every lush curve with his mouth and hands. With little more than a thought, he called her to him. He wanted her. She was the one. He sent a burst of thoughts to Philippe and then focused his attention on her as she moved toward him.
    He repositioned himself on the couch, crossing his legs to conceal the raging hard-on that had hit him the minute she walked in. He looked like a normal man, albeit an exceptionally good-looking one, but the size of his cock was usually a dead giveaway he wasn’t entirely normal. It was the same for Philippe. Of course, it wasn’t simply the size of their cocks that set them apart. It was their stamina. As Acadian Dragons, they were among the most highly sexed of their kind. It made taking human lovers a very complicated proposition. Having a human lover was not necessary, as they had one another, but occasionally, Remy thought, a little variety was a very nice touch. The brunette would provide that admirably.
    When she was near enough, he spoke. “Hello, cher, Philippe says you are looking for work.” Remy watched her as she looked around at the expensive décor. He could see the fear in her and knew that she thought coming inside had been a mistake.
    “I’m Lilly. I was looking for a waitressing job, but this doesn’t look like a restaurant.”
    He smiled, showing the faintest hint of even white teeth behind full lips. “No, ma petit belle , it is not a restaurant. Dragon’s Lair is a private club for people with very special interests.”
    Looking at the chaises and the shimmering curtains, with a vision of the couple in the hallway clear in her mind, Lilly began to comprehend just what kind of club it was. “I’ve made a terrible mistake. I shouldn’t be here.”
    “Perhaps, but perhaps not. Why don’t I tell you a little more about what would be required of you before you decide?”
    She could not work in a sex club. Even as she thought it, she was mentally calculating how much remained in her meager checking account. The move had all but tapped her out. It had been an impulsive decision, but she couldn’t regret it. And she couldn’t afford to turn her nose up at a job, any job, given how scarce they were. “Alright.”
    “First, you will not have sexual relations with patrons on the