Club Lights, Three Shadows 1

The bass was so deep it lived inside Maya’s ribcage.

Strobe lights sliced through the dark, painting her skin in flashes of violet and electric blue. Her black dress clung like a second skin—thin straps slipping off one shoulder, hem riding dangerously high every time she rolled her hips to the beat. Sweat shimmered along her collarbone, between her breasts, down the small of her back. She felt untethered, alive, reckless in the best way.

She was dancing alone, eyes half-closed, letting the music fuck her body the way she wished someone would tonight.

Then she felt it.

Two sets of eyes.

She didn’t have to look to know. She could feel them—hot, deliberate, unapologetic.

When she finally opened her eyes and turned her head, there they were.

The tall one—Kai—lean and sharp-edged, dark hair falling into his face, ink crawling out from under the rolled sleeves of his black shirt. His smirk was lazy, dangerous, like he already knew how this night would end. He moved through the crowd like water, like the floor belonged to him.

The other one—Jace—was built heavier, broader in the shoulders, forearms thick and corded under pushed-up sleeves. He didn’t smile the way Kai did. He watched. Quiet. Intense. Like he was already imagining every way he could break her apart and put her back together.

They weren’t strangers to each other. They stood close, shoulders brushing, sharing glances that said everything without words. A quick look between them—Kai’s eyebrow lifting, Jace’s mouth twitching—and Maya knew.

They both wanted her.

And they weren’t planning to fight over her.

Kai moved first.

He slid in behind her during a filthy, slow drop in the track. Not touching. Not yet. Just close enough that the heat of his chest brushed her back, his breath grazing the damp skin at the nape of her neck. She could smell him—clean sweat, expensive cologne, something darker underneath.

He leaned in, lips so close to her ear she felt the shape of every word.

“You dance like you’re trying to start something.”

His voice was low, rough, amused—like he was daring her to deny it.

Maya tilted her head just enough to catch his eye over her shoulder. Her lips curved.

“Maybe I am.”

She rolled her hips back—slow, deliberate—pressing her ass against the front of his jeans for one teasing second before pulling away again.

Kai hissed softly through his teeth. His hands hovered at her waist, fingers flexing like he was fighting the urge to grab.

Then Jace appeared.

He stepped in from the side, smooth and quiet, boxing her gently between them. No rush. No crowding. Just presence. His chest brushed her arm. His thigh grazed hers. He didn’t speak at first—just matched her rhythm, letting their bodies find each other in the chaos of the crowd.

Kai’s hands finally landed. Firm. Possessive. Fingers splaying wide across her waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin just under the hem of her dress.

Jace’s hand came next—lower. The backs of his knuckles skimmed the outside of her thigh, slow enough to pretend it was accidental. It wasn’t.

Maya didn’t pull away.

Instead she arched her back, grinding her ass against Kai’s growing hardness while turning her face toward Jace. Their eyes locked. His were darker than she expected—stormy, unreadable, burning.

She felt Kai’s breath against her ear again.

“You keep moving like that, sweetheart, and we’re not gonna be polite much longer.”

She smiled—slow, filthy, unafraid.

“Who said I want polite?”

Jace’s hand slid higher. Just under the hem now. Not quite touching where she ached, but close enough that her thighs clenched on instinct. His thumb traced the crease where leg met hip, slow and deliberate.

Kai’s grip tightened. He pulled her back harder against him so she could feel exactly how thick he was, how ready.

She gasped—soft, swallowed by the music—but both of them heard it.

Jace leaned in then, voice quieter than Kai’s but heavier, like gravel dragged over silk.

“You want to keep dancing here…”

His fingers drifted inward, brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“…or you want to find out what happens when we stop pretending?”

Maya’s pulse slammed in her throat. Her nipples were tight against the thin fabric of her dress. She was soaked—had been since she first caught them watching her.

She turned her head so her lips nearly brushed Kai’s jaw.

“I want both,” she said. “Right now.”

Kai laughed—low, dark, victorious.

Jace’s fingers flexed against her thigh like he was seconds from sliding them higher.

Then let’s stop fucking around,” Kai breathed against her ear, teeth grazing her lobe. Let’s take this to the VIP lounge

“You’re coming with us—right now—so we can fuck you properly.”

Maya didn’t answer with words.

She just reached back, hooked her fingers into Kai’s belt loop, and pulled him tighter against her ass.

At the same time she lifted her other hand, sliding it up Jace’s chest until her palm rested over his heart—feeling how hard it hammered.

She looked between them, lips parted, eyes glassy with want.

“Lead the way.”