Going Undercover With a Yikver

5. Not my type

The music is beyond loud, I can feel it vibrating in my chest. Zias walks ahead of me, my hand in his as he guides us towards a more secluded section of the club. All it took was a couple of benjamins for the bouncer to personally escort us through the crowd.

The place looks and feels like a typical upscale club with mood lighting and fancy furniture. The smell of liquor and smoke surrounds us as people dance and mingle all around.

We're brought up to a higher level where there's less people and more seating areas. Zias takes a seat on a comfortable looking armchair and brings me in front of him, then he grabs my hips and pulls me back so I'm sitting on his lap.

My feet lay flat on the floor in between his. His hands circle around my waist and lay on my stomach as I lay back on him. His mouth is at my temple and he places a kiss there. A shiver runs down my spine at that kiss, at the feel of him all over me, engulfing my body.

A man walks up to us and Zias places an order for drinks. I scan the area, most people are partying but there's one group across from us behind some glass who are also people watching. They're mainly men with some women on them.

Is their boss among them? This would be so much easier if we knew what the guy looked like. For all we know that could just be a random group of people, not a single Raven amongst them.

Zias brings his mouth to my ear. "Do you see them?" he whispers and I nod. "Do you see the girls?"

I turn my head and look up at him. Fuck, under the dark lights he looks more handsome than normal and with him all over me it's hard to concentrate. "Yes." I know what he means.

Drinks are placed on the small table next to us. I gulp most of mine for some courage and then lean back against Zais and close my eyes.

His hands roam my stomach as I take a deep breath and raise my arms over his head as he leans down and nudges the side of my head.

Then I begin to move, swaying my hips to the music. The tempo is slow and I follow it as I work myself over Zias. His body is warm and solid behind me. His hands grip me as I twist my hips. I've got wide hips but in his large hands they feel small, I feel small. My hands explore his hair and tug at the ends.

His hands lower down the sides of my body, his hold firm as he caresses the outsides of my legs. I gasp at the feel of his bare hands on my legs, his fingers are rough and for some reason I like the feel of them against my smooth legs.

I open my eyes and see that some of the people in the group across the club are watching us. If we were in any other setting, I might feel a bit ridiculous dancing like this on a man. But here, in the darkness of the club with music blasting in our ears and curious eyes watching, I feel beyond sexy.

Zias grips my hips again and grins me on him, I move my hips side to side and seconds later my eyes nearly widen at what I feel. He's growing hard. The heat growing at my core intensifies. Fuck, this feels too fucking real.

I don't stop, placing my hands on his thighs as I move against him. We've caught a few of the guys' attention, but we need more.

I stand up, turning between Zias's legs and continue to dance for him. His hands roam my sides, our eyes locked. There's no aggravation or distance in them. Just pure primal lust.

With my hands on his knees I bend forward as I use my hands to crawl up his long thighs, arching my ass for the others to see. Then I bring my lips to his neck and place a kiss there, then another. His hands rake up the back of my thighs until he's cupping my ass and I nearly groan.

He brings me forward and I wrap my arms around his neck. His eyes roam mine before lowering to my lips and then back to my eyes. He's going to kiss me. I lean into him, ready for his mouth to devour mine.

"Excuse me?" someone says behind us and it takes me a moment to realize he's talking to Zias.

Zias's body doesn't move an inch, only his head turns to see who's interrupted us. It's an older man dressed in a suit. "Mr. Davis and his guests would like to invite you both to their private suite, would you care to join them?" He gestures to the men across the bar, one of them lifts his glass at us.

Could that be our guy?

"Sure." Zias taps the outside of my thigh and I straighten. He grabs my hand and I follow behind as the man leads us across the club.

People are watching. Samara would love the stares, she'd use them to her benefit. I take in a deep breath and let it out as I straighten my shoulders. My hips sway as I walk, giving everyone a view of my ass as it jiggles. One of the gifts of having a curvy body is it doesn't take much for it to catch people's attention. 

When we finally reach the other side, the older man leaves us and we're left standing in front of a group of men with multiple women on them.

I almost snarl at the sight, I can only hope these women want to be here. They sure look like they do by the way they caress and suck on the exposed skin of the men. There's a few Yikver among them, they have the most women.

Like I said before, some people stay clear of Yikvers, some treat them like anyone else, and others worship them. They believe the Yikver to be like gods and will do anything to get in bed with one.

Before, I would be nauseated at the thought. But now, as Zias stands next to me gripping my hand with an all dominating grip, I could potentially see the interest. Something I shouldn't be thinking about.

These women are clearly worshiping the Yikvers they cling to and the Yikver look all too happy to be worshiped on.

"We saw you guys over there, looked like you were having fun," the man in the middle of it all says. He's got a woman at his side, her hands in his blonde hair as she sucks on his neck. Another one sits on his lap as she tries to hide her hand from view, but it's clear she's rubbing him through his pants.

Zias looks back at where we were seated, as if he had no idea we could be seen from this side of the club.

"I like to have fun," another man says to our left. He's only got one girl on him, she's rubbing his large stomach as she nibbles on his ear. His eyes rake up my legs and stop to stare at my ass.

How do we get these guys to talk about the Ravens?

"I'm sure you do," I say, a teasing smile on my lips. I look around the room, looking for the right guy. When I spot him I squeeze Zias's hand that's still in my grip. "But you're not my type."

"And who is?" the man in the center asks, his brow raised with curiosity.

My eyes lock with the Yikver with the most girls on him. I try to let go of Zias's hand but he holds me back, subtle enough for only me to notice. I give him another squeeze, letting him know I'll be alright and he finally lets go. Our eyes meet and he nods, approving for his whore to go please another man.

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