Chapter 3: IN THE AFTERMATH

NOAH’S POV

My legs were still shaking, and cum was running down the insides of my thighs when Marcus's

words hung in the air like a lit fuse.

"Elliott, you weren't supposed to—"

The professor's hand got tighter around my waist, and his fingers dug in hard enough to hurt. I

could feel the change in him: his possessive grip turned into a protective one, and his body

tensed up like a coiled spring. Jax stood still a few feet away, his eyes darting between us. The

easy smile was gone, replaced by something sharper and hungrier. And what about Marcus? The

owner of the club looked like he had just eaten glass.

"Supposed to what, Hale?"

Elliott's voice was cold. Low. Calm to the point of death.

"Are you supposed to pay for a private dance?"

Or are you supposed to find out that you've been running an underage exploitation ring while

pretending to have

"private parties"?

In just a few seconds, Marcus's face went from red to white. "That's not—listen, this is a mistake.

Nyx is legal and consenting here— "

”Close your mouth."

Elliott stepped forward and pulled me along with him so that my back was against his chest. His

cock, which was still half-hard, pushed against my ass through his trousers, a dirty reminder of

what he had just done to me in front of everyone.

"You think I don't know about the side deals?"

The "special clients”who pay more to take dancers off-site? The ones that leave marks that don't

go away? My stomach dropped. I had heard rumours that guys would go away for a weekend and

come back bruised and quiet. I had always told myself that it wasn't my business. I danced, got

paid, and then I left.

But now Elliott's words hit me like punches, and Marcus's scared look told me everything. Then

Jax moved quickly. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of Elliott's grip.

"Nyx, let's go."

Let's get you cleaned up. Elliott's growl sounded like an animal.

"Touch him again and I'll break your hand."

Jax didn't move. Instead, he pulled me closer, chest to my back, with one tattooed arm wrapped

around my waist, dangerously close to where Elliott's cum was still leaking from me. His lips

brushed my ear, and his voice was a low whisper just for me.

"Baby, you don't have to stay with this crazy person. There is a shower in my dressing room.”

Water that is hot. No questions. I'll even wash you myself, slowly and gently, to get every drop of

him out of you. Heat came over me again, sharp and traitorous. Jax's hand moved down, with his

palm flat against my lower belly and his fingers brushing the base of my cock. He was hard too; I

could feel it pressing against my butt through his tight dancer trousers.

The flirting we had always done suddenly felt real and risky. He brushed the sensitive head of

my dick with his thumb, spreading the leftover pre-cum, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

Elliott's eyes became slits.

"Step. Away."

Jax laughed in a low, dark voice.

"Or what? Are you going to fuck him again right here? In front of Marcus and everyone else in

the VIP room? I'm pretty sure that's against the rules of your fancy professor.”

The room was completely quiet. The bass from the main floor even seemed to fade. I was caught

between them Jax’s teasing heat at my back, Elliott’s furious possession in front. My hole

throbbed, still stretched and full of Elliott's load, but Jax's fingers kept moving around the head

of my cock slowly and on purpose, making my knees weak.

I hated how much I wanted both of them at that moment. I hated how my body reacted to the

competition, like I was a prize. Marcus cleared his throat, trying to regain control.

“Gentlemen, this is a business. Nyx has a change in twenty. Whatever you two have going on,

take it somewhere else."

Elliott's laugh was cold.

"Oh, we're going to take it somewhere else."

But first, I want to make one thing clear. He took two steps and closed the gap, then grabbed

Jax's wrist and twisted it hard. Jax hissed and let me go right away. Elliott pulled me back to him

and held my cock in his hand, stroking it once, roughly, and claiming it.

I gasped and my hips jerked forward into his grip.

"This boy,"

Elliott said, his voice smooth as silk,

"is not for sale anymore."

Not to you, and not to anyone else in this club. If you touch him again or look at him the wrong

way, I'll set this place on fire with you inside it. Jax rubbed his wrist and his eyes were on fire.

"That's a lot of talk for a guy who just publicly fucked one of his students."

Elliott's thumb pressed hard against my slit, and I whimpered.

"And I'll do it again. At any time.Anyplace. Because he is mine now."

Marcus stepped forward with his hands up.

"Okay, okay, let's calm down. You got your ten times the f*e tonight, Nyx. Go back home. Take

a break.”

"Let's talk tomorrow."

I couldn't say anything. I was dizzy from Elliott's hand on my cock, Jax's lingering heat, and the

threat hanging over the club like smoke. Elliott bent down so that his lips brushed my ear.

"Put on your clothes. You're coming with me. Now.”

I nodded, dazed, and my legs barely worked as I stumbled to the back to get my clothes. Jax

looked at me as I left, his eyes dark and unreadable. He said softly,

"This isn't over, Nyx."

"You know where to find me when you need someone who doesn't treat you like a piece of

property."

Elliott's grip on my wrist got stronger as he took me out the side door and into the cold night air.

The alley smelt like trash and rain. As soon as the door closed, he pushed me against the brick

wall and crashed his mouth down on mine. It was brutal, claiming, and his tongue fucked me

deep while his hand shoved between my thighs again.

"Mine,"

he growled against my lips, pushing the mess he had made inside me deeper with his fingers.

"Say it"

Yours,"

I gasped, my cock already hard again, leaking against his palm. He pulled back just enough to

look me in the eye.

"Okay.Because we're going to my house. And I'm not done ruining you for the night.”

The door to the club creaked open behind us. We could see Jax's shadow watching us. And in the

dark behind him, Marcus was on the phone, speaking quietly and urgently. It wasn't good that he was calling someone.