Free Alpha Trio: Vol. 1 - Cats & Dogs by Ana Vela

The blonde smelled like synthetic strawberries. The slightly plastic scent made Emilian’s nose twitch. Did chicks really think men wanted them to smell like strawberries? He couldn’t stand it. Vanilla, or freesias, or any of the other ridiculously flowery perfumes and lotions they coated themselves with either. He preferred a woman that smelled like a woman, not a god damned flower shop.
     
    “I don’t normally come to places like this,” she confided, giving him a quick look from beneath her artificially dark lashes. Tammy, or maybe it was Tara, snuggled closer to his side. There was plenty of room in the leather booth. The VIP area of 5tM was luxurious compared to the cramped tables that crowded the dance floor. But... Tanya, that was her name... Tanya was plastered to him like wet seaweed.
     
    His lips twitched. ‘Wet’ being the operative word. Emilian didn’t mind. Her full breasts pressed against his side through the ultra thin fabric of her clingy red dress and she was resting one hand high on his thigh as she sipped her fruity pink drink. The fact that she smelled like Strawberry Shortcake - the doll, not the dessert - could be overlooked.
     
    “I mean,” she leaned in closer, until her red-slicked lips were almost touching his ear. “I’m not usually into the kinky stuff. I’m a good girl, really.” Her words gave him momentary pause. Kinky stuff? But his brain rapidly decoded her thought process. 5tM was actually short for ‘5 to Midnight’, a reference to the doomsday clock. But he supposed the stylized club logo could look like it read ‘ S+M ’. If you squinted. What did it say about Tanya that that’s what she saw? She was a ‘good girl’, she said.
     
    “I’m sure you are,” he replied. She was leaving thick lipstick marks on her glass. Emilian wondered how the shade would look smeared on his cock. The appendage in question twitched slightly at the thought. Tanya was hot. Long blonde hair, big green eyes and a great set of tits. But he wasn’t the type to jump on the first ride that came along. He was still assessing his options.
     
    He leaned back, stretching his arms along the back of the booth, his eyes scanning the gyrating, twitching crowd on the dance floor. He may be off duty, officially, but that didn’t mean he could turn off his instincts. He was always aware of where he was, who was around. Always alert for possible danger. You didn’t survive long in Alpha Trio if you weren’t on top of your game.
     
    5tM wasn’t his usual haunt on his down time. The strobe lights hurt his eyes. But Grigore swore by the place. “Every girl in there is a ten,” his younger brother had assured him. “At least .”
     
    Emilian had to admit, the women were attractive. And the music wasn’t bad either. The low, heavy thump of the bass vibrated in the soles of his boots, down into his bones. As if his thoughts had conjured him from the ether, Grigore appeared, sliding into the booth on Emilian’s other side. His younger brother was panting with exertion, wide grin revealing a lot of bright white teeth. Grigore’s blue eyes, several shades darker than Emilian’s gas flame blue, flicked to the blonde quickly. If his grin got any wider, the top of his head would fall off.
     
    “I told you this place was great.”
     
    “Yeah, yeah. Did you see Drei? He’s supposed to be bringing our drinks.” Emilian scanned the crowd again, trying to catch sight of his older brother. It shouldn’t be too difficult. All three of the Lupei brothers stood head and shoulders taller than everyone else, and Andrei was the tallest of them, nearly 6’7.
     
    Sure enough, he glimpsed Drei’s scowling face as he shoved through the throng. The skin over his cheekbones, the high, sharp cheekbones that were another Lupei family trait, was taut with frustration. People scattered out of Andrei’s way. Not just because of the vicious glare, but his tall, muscled frame cut through the crowd like the prow