47. VANYA

I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that they knew my mother. And apparently, Obsidian personally knew my father, which didn’t make sense. The only thing I could think of was that we’d been told lies at school. 

I was snapped out of my troubling thoughts when a hand was placed on my thigh. Swallowing, I turned my head to look at Obsidian. He was frowning at the stage. 

My eyes darted to Ezra and then Devrim. They wore similar expressions as Obsidian. I’d been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t paid any attention to what was happening. 

Someone was performing on the stage and the lights had been dimmed. My eyes darted over to my father’s table where he sat talking to a man I’d never seen before. 

All the tables were occupied, I realized. 

The hand on my thigh slowly slid down to my knee. Fingers brushed along the hem of the dress until it located the slit, and then slid underneath the material. 

I held my breath and waited. 

Slowly, his hand slid up my thigh, paused, then slipped between my legs. My hesitation only lasted for a second, I spread my legs a little and sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers brushed the thin material of my thong. 

There was no hesitation from him as he pushed his fingers under the material and instantly located my clit. 

I wasn’t wet and he hadn’t wet his fingers, so it felt a bit strange to have him slowly rubbing my clit, strange but surprisingly not unpleasant. 

His breath fanned the side of my neck when he leaned closer. “You look a bit bored, sweets.” 

“I’m n-not,” I instantly denied.

“No?” A finger dipped into my pussy. “Liar,” he breathed. “Ezra can use some entertainment.” 

Obsidian pulled his hand from my underwear. He gave my knee a squeeze. “Suck his cock.” His tongue flicked my earlobe. “Let’s see how long it takes you to make him come.”

He pulled away, giving me the opportunity to look at him. The lights were dim, but not so much that I couldn’t see the challenge in his eyes. His lips slowly curled up into a smirk the longer I stared at him. 

“When you’re done with Ezra, you suck Devrim’s cock.” 

I swallowed, trying to fight the heat filling my veins. Obsidian had a way with words, unlike Ezra. He was issuing a challenge he didn’t think I would accept, I could see it in his eyes. 

Giving him a smirk of my own, I gathered the skirt of my dress in my hands and scooted my chair backwards as silently as I could. I’m definitely going to hell for this. 

“What…?” Devrim’s words died down when I slipped underneath the table. 

The tablecloth was long enough to hide me from view of everybody else in the room who just happened to glance in our direction. 

I silently cursed myself as I crawled over to Ezra. 

Ezra jumped when I placed my hands on his knees. 

“What the…Vanya?” He blinked at me. “What are you doing?” 

Rearranging the tablecloth behind my head, I scooted a bit closer on my knees before I reached up to pull down his zip.

One thing I learned was the fact that they didn’t like wearing underwear, so all three of my men were completely commando, which meant easy access. 

My fingers brushed his flaccid dick. 

“Vanya—” 

I gripped his dick firmly and pulled it out of his pants. Before he could ask any more questions, I wrapped my lips around him and slid my mouth down as much of his length as I could take. 

His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in shock. 

I had no idea what I was doing, but judging by his reactions, I was doing something right, at least. 

It only took a few seconds for his length to harden to steel, making it impossible for me to fit all of him in my mouth. 

Ezra’s hand shot out to grip the table when I licked the underside of his length from base to tip. 

Something warm and sweet filled my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick and nearly moaned when I realized that it was his pre-cum. 

“Warn her when you’re going to come,” I heard Obsidian order Ezra. 

Ezra nodded and lowered his eyes to watch me again. It didn’t take him long to reach his orgasm. His legs started to quiver, purrs increased in volume and eyes changed shape and colour. 

“Now,” he growled. 

Steering clear of the base of his dick where he swelled, I moved my hand a little higher and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. 

It was the stupidest thing to do, considering the fact that I’ve felt them coming inside me. 

So long story short, I choked. 

“Fuck.” 

The back of my head banged the table when I jerked away, coughing. Ezra was still coming, unable to stop even though I was choking. A hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me off my knees. 

“Get her some water, Dev.” 

Seconds later, the rim of a glass was pressed to my lips. After a few sips, I could breathe again. I took two more sips before I pushed the glass away and looked at the face hovering close to mine. 

“Okay?” Obsidian rasped. 

I nodded and watched as his dark eyes shot over to Ezra. 

“I told you to warn her—” 

“He did,” I interrupted him. “It was my fault, I…” I trailed off with a shake of my head. 

Obsidian sighed and reached past me. “Why would you think swallowing his cum is such a good idea, sweets?” he questioned. “I know you’ve felt them coming inside you.” 

“I wasn’t thinking.” 

He said nothing more as he used a napkin to wipe Ezra’s cum from my face and neck. 

“It’s probably going to stain your dress.” 

I looked down with a grimace. Obsidian had wiped the semen away, but it left white stains behind. I looked at Ezra and my smile faded. He looked furious. I just gave him a blow job. Why is he mad? 

“Make sure you clean every drop,” Devrim ordered softly. 

Obsidian’s chest rumbled seconds before he growled. “What the hell are you looking at?” 

Turning my head, I blushed when I realized that we had drawn the eyes of people from the nearby tables. Obsidian growled again, a bit louder, and ended up drawing more attention to us. 

“She spilled her drink,” Devrim said, loud enough for everybody to hear. “Nothing to see.” 

Some of them turned back to watch the performance on the stage and others just continued to stare. Letting out a groan, I buried my face against Obsidian’s neck. It made me realize that every inch of his body was tight with tension. The arm around my back felt like a steel band instead of flesh. 

“You shouldn’t have done that, Vanya,” Ezra muttered. 

“I need to use the bathroom,” I muttered. 

Embarrassment had me second guessing what I just did. It was the first time I enjoyed giving a guy head, and it ended in disaster. 

“I’ll take you,” Obsidian rasped.

“We’ll all go.” Devrim looked at me. “Can you wait a few minutes?” 

My lips parted, but Obsidian interrupted me. “We’ll meet you back here. It won’t take long?” He directed the question at me. 

“N-no.” 

“Good.”

Devrim still hesitated. He looked reluctant to let us go, but one glance at Obsidian had him nodding. “Fine.” 

***

“You can’t go in there!” I hissed at him. “It’s the ladies’ room, Obsidian.” 

He growled. “I don’t give a fuck. You’re not going in there alone.”

It was hard to bite back the scream of frustration that rose in my throat. There was no use explaining things to him because I knew that he wasn’t going to care. Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath and counted to ten before I blew it out and opened my eyes again. 

“Nothing is going to happen to me in a damn bathroom.” A lie and we both knew it. “If something happens, then I’ll scream the—” 

My words were cut off when he reached over my shoulder and pressed his palm against the door. He stepped forward, forcing me to step back into the bathroom. 

“I swear, sometimes you’re like a big baby.” 

Obsidian hissed at me. “Don’t.” 

Licking my lips, I turned away from him and made my way over to the last stall. The bathroom was empty, so I didn’t have to explain why the hell a six-foot something Hybrid had forced himself into the bathroom with me. 

I closed the stall door and automatically turned the lock. A low growl had me rolling my eyes, but I unlocked the door, anyway. I took a seat on the toilet and dropped my head into the palms of my hand. 

“He didn’t like it,” I told Obsidian. “I did it wrong.” 

The door creaked as it opened. I raised my head and looked up at him. Obsidian leaned in the doorway, hands in his pocket and his dark eyes focused on me. 

“What makes you say that?” he questioned. 

I licked my lips and made a gesture with my hand. “He’s angry with me.” 

“He’s not angry.” My eyes shot up to his again. “Ezra is pissed at himself. He doesn’t know much about control yet.” 

“But you do?” 

Obsidian tilted his head to the side. “I know a lot about control.” 

I scoffed and stood. “Yeah, right.” 

He straightened, but didn’t step out of the way. I gasped when his hand shot out to grip the back of my neck. Obsidian pulled me to my feet and against his body before lowering his head. My lips parted when his eyes dropped to them. Instead of kissing me, he pressed a kiss to my jaw. 

“Want to test my control, sweets?” he whispered the question in my ear. “How long will it take you to make me come?” 

I smirked at him. “Not even a minute.” 

Obsidian returned my smirk. “And if I last longer than a minute?” 

He trailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck as he waited for an answer. Obsidian was going to wait long if he kept doing that, because I couldn’t think clearly with his damn lips on my skin. 

“What do I get, sweets?” 

“W-what do you want?” I breathed, reaching up to grip his shoulders. 

“I want a lot of things, especially from you.” 

I moaned when he bit down on my pulse and then sucked the skin into his mouth. Shudders raced down my spine when his lips trailed back up my neck and he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. Obsidian pulled away. 

 I blinked up at him as I waited for his answer. Obsidian’s eyes darted over my face and then down my body. His lips twitched. 

“If I last longer than a minute, I get to do whatever I want with you. Is that a deal, sweets?” 

I hesitated. Anything he wanted? It was a dangerous game. It was the perfect opportunity for him to hurt me, but surely he wouldn’t last so long, would he? Ezra hadn’t lasted long and neither would he. 

“Okay,” I heard myself saying. 

Obsidian stepped forward, forcing me to move backward. The back of my knees hit the toilet seconds before I was forced to take a seat. My eyes darted to the door when he pushed it closed behind him and slipped the lock in place. 

His eyes narrowed. “One minute.” 

I nodded, but my mouth dried when he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He was already half-hard and he continued to grow the longer I stared at him. 

I licked my lips and reached up to grip him when he stepped closer. My eyes darted up to his as uncertainty filled me. He wasn’t exactly human, so he wasn’t going to react like any other human. What if their females did things differently? Ezra was easy to read, but Obsidian was another story.

“We don’t have all day, sweets.” 

Swallowing, I leaned forward and traced the rim of his cock with my tongue. My tongue trailed closer and closer to the little hole where pre-cum was leaking from. He tasted sweet too, but different from Ezra. 

Obsidian sucked in a sharp breath when I wrapped my mouth around him. I couldn’t take him all the way into my mouth, but I managed about half of his length before I had to pull away to suck in air. 

His hand had slid to the back of my neck, but he didn’t force me to take more of him. 

Unlike Ezra, he was giving no reaction to my mouth on his cock. No tell-tale signs that I was affecting him at all. 

My eyes shot up to watch his face. His fingers twitched against the back of my neck and his tongue snuck out to lick his bottom lip. His eyes had changed too, I realized; he was watching me with his scary golden cat eyes. 

I reached up and gripped his hips. His whole body tensed and a growl fell from his lips. My fingers twitched, but I didn’t remove my hands. 

“Vanya,” he warned. 

I dug my nails into his skin and used my tongue to trace the underside of his cock as I pulled away. But then an idea hit. Reaching out, I cupped his balls with my other hand. 

He suddenly moved, too fast for me to react. 

Obsidian pulled me to my feet, spun me around, and pushed my front against the wall. He pressed his chest to my back and growled against my ear. 

“Your minute’s up,” he breathed. 

“N-no.” 

“Yes.” 

I bit my lip when he started pulling my dress up. One hand brushed the back of my thigh a few seconds before he ripped my thong off. 

“Are you wet for me, sweets?” 

I nodded. So fucking wet and ready for him. A moan fell from my lips when his finger found my clit. He rubbed it slowly in circles until my knees were weak and my breath escaping in pants. 

“How long are you going to last?” 

And then he was inside me, stretching me and filling me to the hilt. 

His arm slid around my waist and his hand wrapped around my throat as he forced my head backwards. Obsidian kissed me just as he started fucking me. There was no gentleness in the way he moved, and I fucking loved it. 

His chest rumbled against my back with a purr. Why hasn’t he made a sound when I was giving him head? 

I was briefly aware of the door opening and loud laughter that faded into silence. 

Obsidian’s hand dipped between my legs. 

He broke the kiss, but didn’t pull away. “I can taste him in your mouth,” he whispered. “Do you think he will like it if I fucked him the way I’m fucking you?” 

I shook my head and whimpered when he took my clit between his forefinger and thumb. My head dropped back against his shoulder as he started tugging on my clit. 

Pain and pleasure mixed. 

I crashed over the edge when he bit down on my pulse with his sharp teeth. 

Obsidian groaned and stilled, but he didn’t come. 

He licked my skin where he had bitten me and eased his hold on my clit. 

“We need to work on your control,” he rasped against my ear. “Soon, sweets. I’ll teach you.” 

Another moan fell from my lips when he pulled out of me and took a step back. I turned and watched with a frown as he fixed his pants. Obsidian held my thong up and sniffed at it before he pushed it into his pants pocket. 

“We should get back.” 

With a wink, he unlocked the door and walked out of the stall without a backward glance. How could he recover so fast after what had just happened? 

My legs were unsteady and my pussy still clenched from the aftermath of the orgasm I just had.

Men! 

I rolled my eyes as I fixed my dress. The words died down when I stepped out of the stall and straightened. A group of women stood by the basins, staring open-mouthed at Obsidian. 

Colour flooded my cheeks. Swallowing, I walked over to the basin and washed my hands. A glance in the mirror assured me that my hair was still intact and the little make-up I wore was still perfect.  

“Ready to go, sweets?” Obsidian asked. 

With a forced smile at the group, I held my head high and walked out of the bathroom with Obsidian close behind me. 

How much did they hear?