PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Bear Naked Satisfaction (Fantasy Shapeshifter Alpha Male Romance Book 3) (Contemporary New Adult Billionaire Steamy Romance Short Stories)

by Audrey Storm

  I could not believe what she was telling me. I loved Alvah, and I could never consider having an affair. Alissa told me how she went to a club and had men literally drooling over her. How it really was not an affair, but just a way for her to get the attention she needed since her husband was always so busy with work. Looking back now, I know it does not sound like something any married woman should do, but I was lonely and what she said made a lot of sense at the time. Now I wish I had never gotten involved in the entire situation.

  Alissa told me that I could join her that Friday night, that it was okay because I was just going to go have a look and that nothing was going to happen. I agreed and she picked me up at eight o’clock. I expected that the club would be one of the many that were located on the strip in our city, but she drove me out of town and onto a country road. She told me that this was an exclusive club that not everyone knew about, but that I would be her guest and that I should not worry.

  That made me worry even more. I wondered how she had found out about this club, and when I asked, she told me that one of her husband’s friends had told her about it. It turned out that he was one of the men who frequented the club, and one of Alissa’s men. I didn’t ask any more questions. I was learning a lot about Alissa that I had not known before, and was not sure that I wanted to know any more.

  When we pulled up to the club, it was a plain building on the outside. Nothing that screamed “club.” Alissa parked and we walked up to the plain gray door with a slot in it, so people could look out. Alissa knocked on the door. The slot opened, and I could see two eyes peering out at us. The slot quickly closed and the door opened. Standing on the other side of the door was a tall, handsome man. He was extremely muscular with dark hair and dark eyes. I could not help but think to myself that if all the men looked that good, I was going to have a hard time staying loyal to my husband.

  When he looked at me, I began to feel something that I had not felt in a long time… attractive. We walked down a long hallway and I could hear the bass from the music through the walls. Once we got to the end of the hallway, Alissa turned. Looking me right in the eyes, she asked if I was ready.

  Of course I was not ready; I had no idea what I was getting myself into! But I smiled at her and said, “Let’s do this.” Alissa opened the door, and it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the flashing lights.

  As we walked into the room, she explained to me that this was the main room. She told me that this was the room where everyone met and where everyone came to drink and dance. She told me that things tend to get out of hand in that room, but not to worry about it because everyone knew why everyone else was there. She told me there was no judgment within those walls.

  As I looked around the room, I could see that there was an area for dancing with a DJ booth nearby. There were two large couches sitting in the middle of the room creating a semi-circle, and there was a bar on the other side of the room. There were a few tables scattered throughout the room as well. There were not many people in the club at that time and I asked her where everyone was.

  Alissa told me that things in the club would not pick up for about another hour, and that she had brought me early so that she could show me around. As she was telling me, another man walked up. Alissa introduced him as the owner of the club and he offered to give me the tour. I looked at Alissa, shrugging my shoulders, and we followed the man.

  He told us that most people spend time downstairs getting to know each other, relaxing and drinking. He also said that the couches were there to help people relax and feel more at home. Then he led us to a door on the other side of the room, the door lead to a staircase. As we climbed the staircase, he told us that the second floor was for those who wanted a little bit of privacy and those who wanted to get to know each other a little better.

  As I peered into one of the rooms, I could see a comfortable looking room with a couch, a television, and a bed off in the corner. I wondered how many times that bed had been used and how many people had used it.

  Once we were at the end of the hallway, there was another staircase. As we made our way to the third floor the man explained that this floor was for those who wanted to act out some of their fantasies. I had thought that there were not many people in the club when we first entered, but when we opened the door to the third floor, I was surprised by the number of people that were there.

  I looked into one room and there were several chairs placed around a stage. On the stage was a bed, and a woman was lying on the bed. This woman was completely naked and the chairs were full of men. Another man walked on stage; he was completely naked as well. He walked over to the woman and began touching her body.

  I could feel myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched what was going on. I looked over at Alissa and she gave me a sneaky grin. This is not what I had been expecting when she told me that we were going to a club.

  There was one more floor and the man told us that this was the anonymous floor. He said that this floor was for those who wanted to remain anonymous to their partners but still wanted to take advantage of the club. There were several sets of booths on the floor and the man explained that each set of booths had two sides: one was for the woman and one was for the man. He stated that when a woman went into her booth, she would flip a switch, which would cause the occupied light to come on. This would tell men that there was a woman waiting inside the booth. When a man entered the other side, he would flip a switch, and it would turn on a light indicating that the booth was occupied by a man.

  I did not ask any questions about the booths; I could only imagine what was inside. I just shook my head as if I understood what was going on, and we headed back down to the main floor. Once we were back on the main floor, the owner wished us luck and walked away.

  “What is this place?” I asked Alissa.

  She looked at me surprised by my question, “What do you mean? I told you it is a way for you to get the attention that you deserve, without your husband ever finding out.”

  I was already feeling guilty, I knew I should not be in this club, I knew that if Alvah found out he would feel betrayed and he would never forgive me.

  The first floor was starting to fill up, and Alissa asked me if I needed a drink. At that point, I needed a lot of drinks. I wanted to get out of there so badly. I just wanted to go home and get back to my boring, sad life.

  I decided that since I was pretty much stuck there, I would go ahead and have a drink, so we made our way over to the bar. I sat down as Alissa ordered drinks, and I began to look around.

  There seemed to be people everywhere. The dance floor was full of men and women dancing with each other, grinding against each other, and all but having sex right there on the dance floor.

  A few people had made their way to the couches, and on one of the couches two women sat making out and rubbing their hands all over the others body. On the other end of the couch was a man and a woman, the woman was sitting on the man's lap, her skirt hiked up around her waist and his hands grasping her ass.

  On the second couch, there was a man just sitting there, watching what was going on on the other couch, and from the bulge in his pants, I was pretty sure he was enjoying it.

  The bartender handed me my drink and I drank it as fast as I could. I could not believe what I was seeing. How did Alissa think that this was going to help me? I could not deny that watching what was going on in that club turned me on, but what was the benefit? I was just going to go home and be lonely once again. I knew that no matter what I did, Alvah was not going to satisfy my needs.

  Alissa made her way to the dance floor, and I stayed behind at the bar, ordering another drink. At least I knew I could enjoy drinking while I was there. I had not made it through my second drink when a man walked up. He was what I would have to call beautiful. I could tell that he was muscular, even though he wasn’t wearing a tight shirt. He had blonde hair and amazing blue eyes. He looked as if he was a little older than me, but honestly I did not
care.

  “First time?” he asked.

  “Um yeah, is it that obvious?” I answered.

  “Yeah, it kind of is,” he laughed. “My name is John. Don’t worry, we were all new once.”

  “Andrea,” I said. “And unlike you I will not be a regular here.”

  He frowned at me. “And just why is that?” he asked.

  “Because I am a happily married woman,” I said, flashing my wedding ring at him.

  “Ha,” he said loudly. “If you were happily married, you would not be here. Don’t worry, honey, the majority of us are married and we love our spouses. We just need a little… more.” He winked at me as he finished his sentence, then sat down and ordered a drink.

  “Who are you here with?”

  “My friend Alissa,” I replied.

  “Oh yeah, Alissa…” he said with a smile.

  “You know her?” I asked.

  “Oh no, don’t worry. I don’t know her like that. She is one of my friend’s girls.”

  “Oh,” I replied, not knowing what to say.

  John sat with me, drinking most of the evening, and after three or four drinks, he asked me to join him on the dance floor. I decided that a dance would not hurt and told him I would love to dance.

  Once we were on the floor, John pulled me close to him with no hesitation. He had his hands on the small of my back and held me firmly against him. He was not going to let go and I could tell that by the way he held me.

  His face was just inches away from mine and I could feel his breath on my neck. I could also feel him poking me through his pants, and for the first time in years, I felt sexy. I felt as if I was desirable, and that a man was attracted to me. It felt so good.

  I looked around the dance floor and it was obvious that I had lost Alissa. I had the feeling that she was off with a few men of her own, enjoying her evening. I placed my hands around John’s neck and decided a close dance would not hurt.

  John whispered in my ear, “It doesn’t have to be sex.”

  I pulled back and looked at him, trying to understand what he meant. Slowly, he moved in closer and began kissing me. He tasted so amazing, and his warm lips felt so good against mine. I felt as if I was melting in his hands.

  The evening went on like this; we would dance, kiss, get a drink, then end up on the dance floor again. I am sure that we were the only couple that did not take advantage of the other floors of the club, and I will admit that more than once I wanted him to just grab my hand and take me to the next floor, but he never did.

  He seemed as if he did not belong there; he seemed to be a real gentleman. We were sitting at the bar when Alissa walked up and asked me if I was ready to go.

  We walked to Alissa’s car, and as we got in, she asked me if I just sat at the bar all night. I told her about John and how we had spent the evening talking. I did not however tell her about the dancing or making out.

  When I got home, Alvah was not home yet. I felt some sadness; he did not even know I was gone. He didn’t even miss me. Once I was inside the house, I began taking my clothes off so that I could get into the shower, and for the first time in a long time, I felt extremely sexy. I almost regretted not having sex with John while I was at the club. I could not stop thinking about how his cock pressed up against me while we danced. It was almost as if I could still feel his body against mine.

  I quickly washed my body, dried off, and headed to bed. I was surprised to find Alvah already in the bed when I got there.

  “When did you get home?” I asked him.

  “Just a few minutes ago,” he said looking at me with a smile on his face.

  I laughed, “What are you so happy about?’

  “Do I need to have a reason to be happy?”

  “Well no,” I replied. “I guess not.”

  I slid into the bed and he rolled over to look at me. I felt as if guilt was written all over my face. I laid on my side, facing away from him, and I felt his arm slide around my waist. He had not held me while we slept in a long time I knew something strange was going on.

  I felt him move his body closer to mine, and before I knew it he was pressed against me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him.

  He began kissing me on the back of the neck and I could feel his cock poking me from behind. I was so confused. What in the world was going on? He never acted like this toward me.

  I rolled over onto my back. “What are you doing,” I asked again.

  He still did not answer me, but began kissing down my chest, sliding his hands down my body.

  “I’m hungry,” he said.

  I finally understood. He had not been able to feed that evening, and of course, he expected me to take care of him.

  I sat up, removing my shirt so that he would be able to feed. He always fed in areas that would not be visible. Many people think that when a vampire feeds, it does not leave a mark, but it actually leaves a large bruise, so we were always careful to make sure he fed where no one else would see.

  Alvah kissed his way down to my stomach. I didn’t know why he was kissing me; all he had to do was feed. I felt his fangs sink into my skin and the smell of him sucking my blood. I wondered if he would be able to tell I had been drinking that night.

  While he fed, his hands roamed over my body, and he grabbed by breasts and squeezed them. It was hard not to enjoy his touch; after all, he was my husband, and I did love him. If there was any man I wanted to touch me, it was him.

  He slid his thumb over my nipple and I let out a small moan. It had been so long since he has touched me in this way, and my body ached for more. I loved the way it felt when he fed; I knew that I was providing him with life, that I was giving him what he needed. I felt guilty about spending time with John and tried to push the thought out of my head and enjoy the feeling of my husband’s hands on my body.

  When he was finished feeding, I felt his tongue lapping at my skin, cleaning up the last few drops of blood. He raised his head up and looked at me. His eyes seemed as if they pierced through my soul. I was amazed at how much his eyes reminded me of John’s—so blue that it seemed as if they were not real. Maybe that was why I was so attracted to John; in a small way, he had reminded me of my husband.

  Alvah lowered his lips and kissed me gently. I had forgotten how much I missed the feel of his lips on mine. As I lay there kissing him, I wondered what had brought on this sudden attention. What had caused him to suddenly desire me? Was it that whoever was feeding him had stopped? It didn’t matter at that point; all I wanted was to feel my husband’s body against mine.

  I ran my hands up his back and he began kissing my neck. I could feel his muscles getting tense in his back and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. “What’s gotten into you?” I asked.

  He looked at me and smiled. That smile was one of the reasons I fell in love with him. It was the type of smile that would make a woman weak in the knees. I grabbed his head and began kissing him passionately.

  Alvah did not waste any time and was on top of me in seconds. I felt his hand between my legs as he moved his cock to my entrance. At that moment, I was so glad that I had not had sex with John. Alvah would have known for sure.

  He pushed hard against my entrance, forcing his cock inside of me, and I inhaled deeply. It had been so long since I had felt him inside of me that it was almost painful, but it felt so amazing at the same time. It did not take Alvah long, and I could feel him filling me with his hot cum. He looked up at me.

  “Want more?” he asked. I eagerly nodded my head yes. Once again he began pumping in and out of me, and within a matter of seconds both of us were cumming once again. Alvah kissed me gently on the forehead before he pulled his cock out of me and lay on his side of the bed. I was amazed at how quickly he had cum and any thoughts of him having an affair diminished right then.

  I rolled over and Alvah pulled me close to him. I spent the night sleeping in his arms.

  The next day when Alvah left for work, I cal
led Alissa immediately. I told her what had happened and she didn’t know what to say. She told me that maybe he had been at the club and had seen that I had not been with anyone else. She told me that it was possible, because of course she did not know everyone there.

  I sat back and thought about the possibility of my husband going to a club like that. He did not need to go to a club to pick up women; he was beautiful in every way. He was successful and he could have had any woman he wanted. I was sure he was not at the club. Maybe he was telling the truth when it came to working late.

  Alissa asked me to join her again that evening, and although I was hesitant, I decided that I would. I wanted to look around the club and see if in fact Alvah was a member.

  Alissa picked me up a little later than the previous evening. We did not have to take a tour of the club so that gave us a little extra time. We were on our way when I asked Alissa how often she went to the club.

  “Oh, well almost every night,” she answered.

  I was confused, “So how many men have you slept with?”

  She told me that she had only slept with two of the men there and that you had to be careful who you got to know because, as she put it, there were some real weirdos there. I asked her why she did not just meet the guys outside of the club and she told me it was against the rules. What happened in the club stayed in the club. Both of the men she was seeing were married. Their wives were part of the club and had men of their own but they were never allowed to take their relationship outside of the club.

  I sat back and thought about it for a few moments. I wondered how Alvah would react if I took him to the club. Of course, I would never want to share him, but maybe it would help to spice things up between us.

  When we arrived at the club, I saw John sitting at the bar by himself. “I thought you were never coming back,” he said.

  “I guess I was wrong,” I replied with a smile. I looked deep into John’s eyes and I could not get over how much they looked like Alvah’s, and I could not shake the feeling that something more was going on.