“We’ve been traveling for Logan and me.”
He nodded. “I figured. What’s up?”
“We have Trinity in the aftercare area. She was worried about you finding her.”
His eyebrows rose into his hairline. “She all right?”
I nodded. “She’s fine. I’ll let her tell you both if she wants.”
The unwritten rules of the kink community were that you didn’t speak about a scene to anyone who hadn’t been present to witness it, unless you were a participant. I’d participated, but I wanted Trinity to be the one to tell them about why she was punished. It didn’t feel like it was mine to share.
“Fair enough.” He looked at me carefully, and I didn’t know if he could see the scent match on what little of my face was uncovered, but I felt like it was tattooed across my forehead.
I asked him the question silently. What was he thinking?
Cade chuckled. “Be careful with her.”
“Because she’ll give you hell if I don’t?” I nodded to the pile of red velvet.
“That too. But more because I feel like there’s a lot beneath the surface.”
When I hesitated, he continued.
“I don’t know for sure, and even if I did, it wouldn’t be mine to share. Call it a dominant instinct.”
Nothing about the way he spoke riled my own instincts. He spoke out of true concern for someone he knew and his Omega loved. I appreciated that Trinity had people like that in her life. “Thanks. I’ll see you over in aftercare?”
He nodded, returning to where his Omega rested. I watched for a moment longer as he stretched out on the floor beside her, reaching outto touch her softly. I still couldn’t see her, buried as she was, but I saw the tenderness in the touch and ached for it.
Mistress Amber waited at the end of the hallway, leaning casually against the wall. “How is she?” She asked.
“She’s all right,” I said. “Pretty deep in subspace.”
She looked me up and down, assessing. Amber was a fantastic Domme and had instincts that were fine-tuned due to running this place for so long. “Is there a reason you stepped in? The four of you don’t usually jump in so fast.”
She wasn’t wrong. With the kinks we liked, it often wasn’t a good recipe for pickup play. Sometimes, but rarely. Still, I wasn’t going to tell her what we knew before Trinity did. “We’ll keep you posted on that.”
Smirking, she pushed off the wall. “I’m sure you will.”
Hopefully we would, after Trinity was ours forever.
The sounds of the club barely touched me as I made my way back to where the others were. Trinity still rested across Logan, now relaxing even more deeply, a soft blanket draped over her. I nodded at Brooks once.
“Your friends know where you are,” he told her quietly.
There were times, like now, when Brooks spoke on my behalf. It made it easier. My voice had permanent damage, and speaking too much hurt. So I reserved my voice for when I actually needed it, like with Cade.
“Where were they?”
Instead of letting Brooks speak for me this time, I crouched beside her so she would be able to hear me. “They were still in the throne room. They’ll probably be here soon.”
I went to stand, and her hand reached blindly for mine. Catching that hand, I watched her eyes crack open briefly and a smile flash, there and gone. “Thank you.”
There was no way to help myself. I lifted her hand and kissed her skin. All I wanted was to pull her off Logan’s lap and into my own, but she was comfortable and felt safe, and nothing would ever be more important than that.
“You’re welcome.”
CHAPTER SEVEN