Empowered [Sexual Magic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jennifer August

sticker and studied their location.
    The property boasted eight separate venues, each spiraling away from the main hotel like the tentacles of an octopus.
    Gabriel could be at any of them.
    He traced the first dotted path with the blunt tip of his finger, ending at Port Plunder .
    “No.”
    The Cove and Big Richard’s Palace also received negative shakes of his head.
    Madelyn shifted impatiently beside him. “Pick one, please. We just need a starting point.”
    “Give me a sec,” he ordered.
    He looked at the roads leading from the back side of the hotel, following the red path with his eyes. Amaranthine . He tapped the coiled red whip indicating the island’s most limitless facility. Another tingle ran along his skin, and he sucked in a breath.
    “There,” he said, stabbing at the whip. “He’s there.”
    He looked down and caught Madelyn’s puzzled stare. “How do you know? You sound so certain.”
    “I can’t explain it,” he said. He looked at his finger. No outward sign of the zap he’d just felt showed, but he knew without a doubt it was a connection to Gabriel. “I just know.”
    “All right, chéri. ”
    As they threaded their way through the teeming throngs of people, Noah’s senses went further on edge, and he cupped her elbow, picking up the pace.
    Madelyn was right. Time was of the essence.
    Gabriel was in some kind of danger.

Chapter Five
     
    “Good afternoon. Mind if I join you?”
    The sultry, slightly Southern-tinged voice flowed over him like honey, and Gabriel tipped his head back to look at the owner.
    She was tall, just a few inches under his own six three and sleek as an alley cat. She wore dark leggings and a low-cut, green silk shirt which made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts, though a bit on the small side, pushed through the thin cotton, proudly displaying tight, taut nipples.
    Her green-eyed gaze was steady and self-assured.
    He hesitated. Inviting strangers to sit and drink with him once landed him in a precarious, gut-turning scenario which he had yet to shake.
    The woman shifted, revealing just a hint of impatience. She shook her head, sending a cascade of auburn hair around her oval face. “Sorry I bothered you,” she murmured and turned to leave.
    Feeling like a complete ass, Gabriel caught her wrist. “Wait, I’m sorry.” Her skin was cool and almost moist beneath his hand, and he released her, waving toward the empty chair. “Please, sit down. May I buy you a drink?”
    She studied him coolly before gracefully sinking into the seat opposite him. “Yes, you may.”
    Gabriel signaled to the waiter, who appeared instantly, took her order, and disappeared quietly. Good help, he thought. Get in, get the job done, get out.
    “I’m Gabriel,” he said and held out his hand.
    She leaned forward, and he caught a glimpse of one round breast. She was not as lush or large as Madelyn.
    Gabriel struggled to force that thought from his mind. Comparing women was not only asinine, it was dangerous.
    The stranger’s fingers dipped into his briefly before she withdrew. “You may call me Kay.”
    Her imperious tone lifted both his brows and ire, but he tamped the emotion. He came here for new opportunities and to check out new ideas and thoughts. Or, as his assistant had said, to break out of his damn comfort zone and actually meet people.
    “Kay,” he murmured. “What brings you to Pleasure Isles?”
    Her low laugh was both erotic and condescending. “The same as you, Gabriel, I’m sure. The same as all of us. The pursuit of absolute, unfettered lust.”
    She was direct, that was for sure.
    The waiter set her glass in front of her, sloshing a bit of liquid over the rim.
    Her lips tightened, and she carefully shook her wet fingertips as he apologized profusely.
    “Yes, yes, that is enough. I’m certain you’ll be more careful in the future.”
    Gabriel took a swig of his beer. “I take it you’re a Domme?”
    She nodded and smiled, though her eyes