We can leave your friends behind

Cayla.

That sounded an awful lot like the word competition to Dagaz, and he wasn't big on loosing regardless of how attractive his opponent might be. He was a little more amenable to the possibility of sharing though, if the terms were agreeable. He could still feel the linger of her crimson lipstick still wet on his own lips, and briefly toyed with the idea of wiping it off on the back of his shirt cuff for a moment before a much more devious course of action popped into his head. That invisible little devil that lived perched upon his shoulder must have whispered it in his ear. He reached towards Ava, pulled her towards him in the same manner Cayla had done to him mere moments ago, and gave her a kiss that eclipsed the one they had just enjoyed. It was a display of testosterone driven dominance, of ownership he wasn't even completely sure he had the right to claim, but proclaimed it regardless.

He drew the kiss out, determined to not only prove his point to Cayla, and to remind Ava what she had been missing out on by flirting elsewhere, but being cause he simply wanted to savour the feeling he got from simply holding her in his arms. He was genuinely beginning to develop feelings towards her, even though he wasn't quite sure which ones. Attachment was dangerous, to all parties involved, but especially now he had bigger secrets to contain that he ever had previously. If these ones ever came to light, he didn't want to think of the consequences.

Finally letting Ava come up for air, he looked across at Cayla expecting to see a defeated look in her eyes. Instead he saw only lust, shimmering deeply within as she mentally bored a hole into his skull with the ferocity of her stare. If looks could kill, well he might not have died, but he suspected he may have been hospitalised at the very least. Whether that stare was directed more at him or at Ava he couldn't say, perhaps for both of them equally. Either way, what Cayla pulled decided to do next caught him completely off guard.

"I can share, I suppose." She didn't sound overly convincing, in fact she sounded to Dagaz a little like a tigress being made to share the meal she'd worked hard to catch; dangerous, ready to pounce and more that willing to kill to keep what was she'd earned. Sadly for her though, he was a fucking Lion, and he wasn't above showing his teeth to claim what was his if needs be. If his teeth did come out to play though, he doubted he'd be able to put them away again without bloodshed.

Determined to not only establish his dominance, but also to test her claims of being willing to share, he pulled both women in towards him, kissing first Ava and then, to her surprise, Cayla in turn. Ava melted into the kiss again willingly. Cayla fought it for a brief moment, before she too gave in. They reciprocated the kisses, their tongues finding his in turn as he kissed one of them and then the other deeply, before both women turned their attentions once more to each other. The sight of both of them with their lips locked together, one hand around each other and the other tight around him did feel good. But was he prepared to share, that was the question, and one he didn't yet have the answer to, but he was perhaps prepared to spend time puzzling it out. Something about this woman intrigued him, he would admit that much to himself.

"So, what do you think? Can we keep her?" That came from Ava, and as a surprise to Dagaz, who took a moment to process what she'd just said.

'Keep her. Wait, that's an option now?'

The idea did have possibilities he supposed, however surprised he was at Ava's proposal. He'd thought her a little more straight laced despite what had transpired between them. That had been one thing, he'd felt guilty to begin with, and his guilt had metamorphosed into attraction he supposed. This was different though, this was something she wanted, something she wanted, and he couldn't deny it to her.

"I don't think she's exactly the tameable type, do you?" His question had been meant to dissuade her. Cayla snorted her agreement, but Ava started to to look dejected and his heart sank at the sight.

"But maybe we can figure something out if that's something you'd like?" He strongly suspected she did judging by the way her hand had slid down until it was now resting comfortably on the other woman ass. Ava must have thought he couldn’t see that she was currently stoking a finger up and down the curve of the other woman's ass. He turned to Cayla. "If that's something you'd both like?" She too nodded her agreement, and in that moment Dagaz knew that this was never going to end well. Anything involving two women rarely did in his experience.

The music had died down to background noise, no longer pumping out from the DJ in the booth but a quieter song playing through the speakers. He spared a glance towards the booth, saw the first DJ making their exit as their replacement arrived. Of all the things he'd seen in this place, this was perhaps the strangest. The new DJ was wearing what appeared to be a giant rubber Bunny head, complete with fluffy ears and headphones on side their head. The fact that the headphones were placed nowhere near the rabbits actual ears seemed to have escaped notice, but it didn't seem like they were going for any kind of realism with the costume.

"OK then." he said, turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "I suppose we can figure out the finer details later." Which was his way of not saying that his mind wasn't exactly on task for figuring any of them out now, considering Cayla was currently busy trying to get her hand inside his shirt to explore. He pulled it out, not because he hadn't been enjoying the feeling of her nails gently scratching against his skin, but because he could also feel Ava's hand cupping his balls. He **** himself reluctantly to get her to release her grip on him too. As good as her hand felt down there, he needed to be able to walk out across the club in the near future, a task that would be made all the more difficult if he was rock hard.

Neither woman looked particularly happy with him at that moment, and he wondered if he'd made a fatal error in cooling the moment after working them up. 'Bad enough to have one annoyed with me, two may very well be suicide.' he thought.

But what was he to do with them now he had them, a woman to hang upon each arm, one like dusk made flesh and one like the dawn. Sure, it was a bit on the nose to think of them that way, but he didn't really care. It's not every day a man ends up with one beauty, let alone two. And it was an even rarer thing for a man to find two women who not only seemed to be into him, but apparently into each other with equally measure. That had some serious possibilities, half of which he probably hadn't even thought of yet.

"Now ladies, ladies. Let's take things down just a notch for now, what do you say." Their looks said he better make his point and fast. "What are we going to do here exactly? There's no finesse, no decadence. No bed..." He knew he was pushing his luck a little too far throwing that last part in, but considering the way the pair of them hand been feeling each other up, he suspected the wanted to do a different kind of dancing all together, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't make that scenario happen or die trying.

Something unspoken passed between the women at the mention of 'bed'. The chances of either of them being mind readers was slim, yet they both spoke in unison. "NO FUN!" They broke down into fits of giggles, a welcome change from the daggers they'd stared at him moments ago. It seemed like the tension had gone out of them, and he didn't understand why.

"You told me to have fun Dagaz. You promised me a good time." Petulant didn't suit her, and it was an expression that she couldn't express without making herself appear slightly childish. Had she taken what he'd told her that much to heart? If she had, he'd need to be seriously careful about what he said to her in future, and his choice of words. Maybe he should try and find a way to break whatever bond he'd formed with her, if such a thing was even possible. Or should he try the opposite and give her another taste of his blood and see what happened? Either option could lead to unwanted outcomes, and he decided to do neither for now, at least until he could make a more informed decision.

'Maybe they were just fucking with me? Jesus.'

He was so used to be in charge of a situation, that the uncertainty of this one rattled him a little. Even though he'd pretty much won the metaphorical dick waving contest with Cayla, and praying desperately that she didn't have a cock — he was open to a lot of things, considered himself a bohemian man of the world — there were just some things he wasn't into. Not many, but there were a select few things that he just didn't dabble in.

"Do you want fun Ava?" She nodded. He looked at Cayla. "How 'bout you? Want to have some fun?" Her head bobbed in agreement too. "Well, this isn't it. I think you two deserve so thing a little bit more special than this little old club, don't you?" He left the question hanging in the air, he knew he had them hooked already, but like the best Ted talkers he paused for dramatic effect." Now, why don't you two ladies go and freshen up, and then we can get out of here. Get this party really started, how's that sound?"

As much as he had said what he'd meant, there was an ulterior motive to him suggesting they visit the ladies room. He was starving. He'd first noticed it as they had been leaving the restaurant, but it had hit home fully when he'd been talking to the bartender earlier. He'd noticed a band aid on her finger, and had smelt the fresh blood from the wafer-thin cut half healed beneath it. If not for the whisky having covered the fact he was salivating, he'd wanted nothing more than to rip it from her finger and squeeze her fresh blood into his glass.

So his plan was two-fold. Genuinely give the girls the chance to freshen up and wipe the smell of unreleased arousal from them, and whilst they did he would take the opportunity to find something to sate his appetite.

With a parting look they left him standing there at the edge of the dance floor, flustered, hard, and more than a little confused about what exactly had just taken place.

A thousand lips,
A thousand tongues
A thousand throats,
A thousand lungs
A thousand ways to make it true
I want to do terrible things to you
How does it feel?...

The music had started back up, and with a new DJ with a new sound now commanding the airways, it felt pretty damn exciting.