by Erin R Flynn
It wasn’t. It was… Amazing. Everyone was happy. Sure, there was sex and a lot of touching, but I could feel the amount of joy and fun being had. I’d done that. And I’d also fed and boosted my twins’ power levels. Pretty fucking sweet.
“Why don’t you guys go get us new drinks,” I murmured, my eyes landing on something interesting. “I’m the center of someone’s attention, and he won’t approach if you’re here. We’ll set him and his friends up for tomorrow.”
“Be careful. Private party at the Bellagio pool or something we can contain.”
“Got it.”
They helped me down and left me in a corner where some jets were to relax alone and watch the fun around me.
“That was quite the show,” a deep voice said from above me. I glanced up and smiled seductively at the cheetah. “You always play that way?”
“You mean always with him?”
“No, I meant so submissively, but yeah, I was going to ask if you were taken too.”
“Honestly, I liked the position most when I was human because I got the best orgasms that way.” Then I frowned at him. “This is awkward for my neck. Hop in with me.” He smiled and slid in next to me, raising an eyebrow. “And no, I’m not exclusive with my Betas. They share me well, but I did promise them tonight.” I eyed him over appreciatively, even if in reality he wasn’t much. “However, tomorrow is a new day without anyone on the docket.”
“Really?” he chuckled, leaning in and running his hand over my knee. “Wanna have a show with me tomorrow?”
“I guess I could invite you to my party,” I teased, leaning in so my breast brushed his arm.
“What party?”
“Local wolf Alpha’s throwing me a private congratulations party at the Bellagio. You been there?”
“No, it’s not normally open doors to most,” he said with a sneer.
“I don’t open my doors to just anyone, either,” I chuckled, moving my leg closer so they were spread, the insinuation clear. “But you taste yummy. Do you want to taste me?”
“Everyone here does after that performance,” he growled, moving his hand to my waist. “I don’t like games, though.”
“Oh please, the hunt and chase is what we live for.” I turned in a flash and pinned his arms to the wall of the pool, straddling his lap. He struggled against me, and I simply smiled at him. “Mm, as I said, tasty. Come to the party tomorrow, and maybe I’ll let you pin me down for a while. Bring some friends. I’ve got some girls who came with me, and I don’t want to bail on them if they don’t have anyone to do.”
“Maybe I should just fuck you now and get my fill.”
I let my power trickle over my skin and build until he bared his throat at me. “Don’t disrespect me again. Playing is one thing, but I won’t stand for rudeness.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Good, very good.” I lowered my head to his and gave him a damn good kiss, hating every second of it. “I won’t like it if I schedule you as my fun for tomorrow and you don’t show, so if you say yes, I’ll plan on us having a play date.”
“Oh, I’ll be there. Me and my friends really want to play with you,” he chuckled, mischief and a lot more in his eyes. I didn’t like that nor the way he said they all wanted to play with me. Hello, that sounded like some crazy gang bang idea was rolling around in his tiny brain or something.
“Alpha, your drink,” Reagan interrupted, giving me a meaningful look the cheetah couldn’t see. “Do we need to reschedule our date?”
“Not at all. I was just making one for tomorrow since you left me all alone. Bad Beta, please your Alpha better.” I leaned in so my lips were on the cheetah’s and took a sip of his power so he’d orgasm. “See you tomorrow at lunch. Bellagio’s pool. I’ll be on the menu.”
“Count on it,” he sighed, sinking against the pool seat a bit.
I yelped as I was plucked off his lap and found myself a few feet away from the cheetah so we were in deeper water, my back against the wall of the pool. I didn’t even have time to ask what was going on, instead, Reagan plunged into me, giving the cheetah a front row seat to a more intimate show.
“I don’t feel neglected anymore,” I purred when we were done. I pretended as if I hadn’t been aware of the cheetah there the whole time, blinking at him when I reached for my drink. “Enjoy yourself?”
“Oh yeah.” He held up his hand, letting me know how he had. Dick. It was also against shifter rules to watch others getting it on and be the creep sitting there playing with themselves. “Tomorrow then.”
“Don’t touch your drink, he put something in it,” Reagan breathed into my ear when we were alone for a bit. “Sera, he’s dangerous.”
“Most criminals are.” He leaned back and gave me a look that said he didn’t think my joke was funny. I got it. The cheetah had a sadistic streak that was upsetting. We’d made it not about business, and that was risky. “Come on, time to talk to Alpha Stud and get a private party set for tomorrow.” He nodded and pulled out of me, Hagan right there carefully helping me out of the pool.
Simone met us in the locker room, and we grabbed our clothes before catching a cab out front. Sure, the Bellagio might have only been a few hotels down, but when the hotels were bigger than normal city blocks and crowded with people, a cab was just easier. I sat in the back between the twins, Simone politely talking with the driver.
“For the record, you should make a habit of jumping me like that,” I breathed in Reagan’s ear, my hand moving over his pecs. “You’re really phenomenal at instantly getting me in the mood and excited at your intensity. I truly wish we didn’t have to handle something else tonight.”
“We should wash the lagoon water off of you before we find Alpha Stud,” he murmured.
Oh, we did that, and each of the twins did me again. Reagan went first as Hagan found out what we needed to. Not surprisingly, the Alpha was in his own casino. Then Hagan took over for Reagan, bringing me another couple of times before showering me when I about melted from the fun.
“How can two men fuck so differently and be equally amazing at it?” I wondered as he carried me out of the shower.
“That sounds like a line for our egos and so we never ask who’s better,” Reagan accused. Hagan sat me down, and Reagan started picking my hair so it could be dried.
“I honestly didn’t mean it that way. You guys are like night and day in your styles. Truthfully, it’s like anything and everything a woman could want with you both.”
“I kind of want to know which side of the coin I am, but I think it’s best not to open that jar and just take the win that I’m amazing,” Hagan admitted, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “I’ll pick out clothes and see if Simone’s done.”
“Done?” I blinked at Reagan in the mirror, Hagan already over by the suitcases.
“She made a friend in the lobby while we were hurrying up here, it seems. Hey, good for her. It’s still the full moon.”
More power to her. After my sexual appetite had been so thoroughly sated, I couldn’t fault anyone else for getting some. Or a lot. In the end, we left a note for Simon to meet us downstairs because she was still going strong when we were ready.
The dress I wore was obviously not picked out by me. The front of it hung open to my navel, layers of cloth the only thing that covered my nipples at all. The back was cut like open blinds all the way down past the top of my ass, more to be seen than covered. That same cut was along my thighs and up to my hip bones on the sides so my ass was pretty much visible but not technically. It was a light, shimmery shade of blue that complimented my dark blue eyes and went with blonde hair and the silver, crazy, strap up heels I had on.
Needless to say, nothing could be worn under the dress.
Hagan and Reagan made me about drool. Both had black dress slacks on, and gray tops that matched their eyes. But what they wore was actually as different as they were. Hagan had on a long-sleeved button up, cuffs rolled a bit, and a few buttons open, the casual, playful look.
Whereas Reagan wore a fitted V-neck, long sleeved with a collar as well, making it serious but intense so you could tell exactly what Reagan’s upper body looked like.
“Don’t let me fall,” I reminded them as the elevator opened and we stepped off. I hated shoes that were basically weapons on my feet the heels were so thin. Plus, I really didn’t need the inches, but it was a trip to be almost the twins’ height.
“Never,” Reagan swore as they flanked me.
We headed to the VIP section where Gearmo was playing with some big rollers. Luckily, we arrived when they were taking a break from gambling, everyone sitting in the lounge area instead of at the tables.
“You can go ahead, they stay,” his security told me after taking one look at me.
I smiled and let some of the power out that I kept under wraps normally. “I’m here as your Alpha’s guest and I don’t go anywhere, especially not dressed like this, without my Betas.”
“Sorry, Alpha Thomas,” the one apologized, baring his throat to me as he pulled back the curtain all the way for us to pass. I leaned in and kissed his neck as we went by, checking out what we could see now.
What I hadn’t seen behind the curtain was that several girls were there for entertainment for the big rollers, one finishing up on a mobile stripper pole. She saw us and headed our way, throwing me a nasty look as if I was encroaching somehow.
“You boys should upgrade,” she purred, moving towards Hagan since he was closer. “Tens like you shouldn’t bother with a three like her. Come play with me instead.”
“Oh, like a three on a scale of one to ten. I get it. Cute.” I eyed her over, taking in the little power she had, and found her lacking.
“Sorry, you need glasses, sister,” Hagan drawled as he removed her hands from him.
“Now, now, she swears she’s got more goods than me, maybe we should see what they are?” I taunted, hating women like her. I never knocked others down to make myself look better or trashed women to other men without having a real reason. Not her. She was pissed because she thought she was prettier and I had gorgeous twins with me.
“Let’s greet the Alpha first before you punish Hagan for checking them all out instead of the men for weapons,” Reagan grumbled. That wasn’t really it, as the women could always be threats too, more he was looking when I was on his arm and well, that wasn’t nice.
I nodded and stepped up towards the man who was clearly Alpha there, and slightly showed my throat as a greeting, acknowledging him my equal and friend. To others, it looked like I was giving him an acknowledging nod.
“Oh, Alpha Thomas, and here I thought we would get along well,” Gearmo sneered, not happy with me.
“I was being polite,” I argued, raising an eyebrow. “What were you expecting?”
“Your throat. You’re here on my lands, visiting, and you don’t greet me with your throat as a new Alpha?”
“Damn, I was trying to be polite,” I sighed. He smiled as if thinking he’d won and would get what he wanted, but it wasn’t happening. Instead, I let out my well-contained power and then cranked it up to high, smiling when the bar of high was more than before given how well I’d been feeding. Interesting. Then I reeled it back in and smiled at Gearmo who had bared his throat to me without meaning to. “See, I was being polite.”
“So you were, Alpha Thomas,” he mumbled, getting to his feet.
“Please, Sera, we are friends, yes?” I extended my hand, and he brought it up to his lips. Then he twirled me, eyeing what I wore.
“Oh yes, in that dress, anyone would want to be your friend.”
“Please, so she’s got some power. She’s not pretty,” that same girl snapped, and I rolled my neck to look at her again.
“Fine, you want to show how wonderful you are, go ahead.”
“What?”
“Put your mouth to better use than instigating shit with a visiting Alpha. If you can please my Beta and give him a better blow job than I did not hours ago, showing us why you clearly think you’re so much better than me, then go ahead, take him from me. I won’t fight you.”
“Alpha?” Hagan whimpered, thinking he was in trouble.
“Go ahead and enjoy the hospitality their pack is offering,” I assured him, glancing at Gearmo.
He was frowning and then nodded at the woman. “You started this by moving in on her man. She called you on it. Will you beg forgiveness and embarrass this pack or accept the challenge?”
“Oh, I know I can do better than she can,” she hissed at me and pulled Hagan over to the chair they’d obviously been sitting high rollers in for fun.
“You have a mean streak,” Gearmo accused me as I sat down on the comfy bench next to him, someone asking me what I wanted to drink.
“You have no idea how right you are,” I drawled. “I don’t like women who have friends at their back and bully a woman who walks in alone with her date, or dates in my case. Plus, we both know she’s light-years below me. I couldn’t just let it go.”
“No, the head that wears the crown sometimes has to be cruel when insulted or challenged,” he agreed, sounding as tired as it made me at times. “A little birdy told me there was quite the stir at the Tropicana lagoon club tonight. Would that have been anyone we know?”
“Maybe.”
“Could that stir be repeated?”
“It’s a new ability, but I could if a friend asked me to. Maybe if he wanted his club to get some people talking even more than normal,” I answered casually, more focused on the bitch shaking her goods all in Hagan’s face. She leaned in closer, and I snarled. “I didn’t say you could kiss him, only suck him. The free dance was my kindness of leveling the playing field since I don’t do that for him.”
“You don’t even tempt him? So, what, they’re just attracted to your power? Your looks are average.” She smirked at me as if she’d won and went back to her dancing.
“Does anyone else in your pack have a death wish?” I asked Gearmo, barely keeping my wolf civil. “I don’t let my pack talk to guests like that.”
“As I told you, sharp as a damn spoon.” I looked back to the chick and realized she was the one who’d talked to me on the phone when I’d first called him. Great.
“Alpha, might I have the same opportunity with your other Beta?” a different woman asked, her tone and body language respectful. I was about to give a sarcastic sure.
“No,” Reagan answered for me. I met his eyes and I saw he didn’t want it, not in any form. “I already know the answer without trying. Your friend there has vision problems because there is nothing about Sera that is a fucking three, and that has nothing to do with her power. No one could do better or give me more gratification than my Alpha. I am blessed she allows me any touch of her.”
“God, you know how to talk to a woman,” I complimented, my heart racing and not just from the intensity of his gaze or words. He looked so damn hot.
“How would one become the type of friend that could ask you to have the same fun you did tonight at my club Friday or Saturday?” Gearmo asked, bringing the conversation back to him.
“Funny you should ask since I need a favor,” I purred before sipping my drink. Funny indeed.
12
“So you want me to help you set a trap for bank robbing cheetahs? You’re asking me to use my casino as a lure for thieves? Do I have this right?”
“They’re hitting banks in Vegas, Gearmo. That’s not a coincidence. They’re timing police responses, traffic, all of the factors. They won’t stay at the cute little banks around here. They’ll move up.” Honestly, it was a guess on my part but a fairly educated one from experience. “Getting a chance to find an in with someone here is part of the draw. Besides, I made a phone call earlier and invited a special guest, assuring her you’d be ready to aid in capturing stupid kitties that make us all look bad.”
“Who?”
I smiled and left him to stew as I watched the bitch I wanted to claw up—who was now naked—tease Hagan’s dick. Th
e idea to make the call to my Shifter Council contact had been a last minute thing before we’d come down to find Gearmo. I probably should have told her I was coming to Vegas given their secret facility and shifter prison was not even an hour and a half away, buried in the Mojave Desert.
Oddly enough, she was somewhat happy sounding to hear from me and even more so when I invited her to play. When Gearmo tapped my arm and asked me again, I glanced away from Hagan and focused on him.
“Ever made friends with a council member?”
“No, no, you can’t be serious,” he snarled, and I raised an eyebrow.
“I get that they were the boogeyman before, but none of us can pull shit without anyone noticing. I’ve found Councilwoman Diandra Haton to be a wonderful ally and willing to share insights. I’m honestly glad I’m getting to meet her while I’m out this way.” He was pretty pale, so I patted his arm. “Seriously, if you have nothing to hide, then what does it matter? Look good in front of the council and help me trap some bad, bad kitties.”
“Fine, but tell me what you did at the Tropicana, and do it for me this weekend,” he demanded. I didn’t like being demanded things, but I’d pretty much trapped him into helping me, so I didn’t make a stink of it.
Well, too big of a stink.
“Let me show you since you’ve ordered me to,” I snarled and grabbed the front of his shirt. I pulled him closer and kissed him, taking big gulps of his power and in return, giving him one fucking orgasm if his reaction was anything to go by. When I let him go, he was disheveled and gasping for air.
Unfortunately, my eyes landed on Hagan getting a blow job from the bitch. Not that I had anyone to blame but myself.
“Alpha, please, is my punishment over?” Hagan asked quietly. I finally looked at his eyes, having been avoiding that because I didn’t want to see how much fun he was having with another woman.