The Alpha Men's Secret Club: A Scorchingly Hot BBW Shifter Romance

by Dawn Steele

  “You are a work of art,” pronounced Rita triumphantly. “My work of art.”

  Kate was too overwhelmed to say anything.

  “They’ll be all over you, darling,” Rita cooed. She reached for one of Kate’s nipples within the cloud of taffeta and pinched it.

  Kate gasped.

  “Now, let’s present you to the members outside. They will love you, I swear it.”

  “Wh-what am I expected to do?” Kate stammered. Surely they did not intend to prostitute her to the men?

  Rita eyed her in the mirror. Her eyes narrowed.

  She said, “You can do anything and everything you want, darling, and you can also choose to walk away anytime. But I’m reckoning that once you see how powerful your beauty is and what havoc you can wreck with it upon the libidos of men, you will find it quite intoxicating.”

  Kate breathed deeply. The outfit itself was making her sap rise, and so she understood what Rita was saying. Did she want to proceed? Did she want men to ogle at the way she was dressed and the ample wares she was displaying?

  Yes!

  (No.)

  But a thrill she had never felt before was running down her spine and swarming all around her loins, which were rapidly filling with warm blood. Her pussy contracted, and a sliver of absolute pleasure ran through her throbbing clit. Her creams pooled at her pussy hole. It was all she could do to contain them and not let the hot fluid run down her thighs.

  Rita said, “So . . . are you ready to make your debut?”

  *

  The cavernous chamber beyond the passageway was everything she expected, and not.

  The lights threw the entire place in dusky red glow. The music was loud and sexy, with a bass that went right into her bones. Both men and women thronged the place. The bar was very long with several bartenders manning it. Overturned bottles hung everywhere along with the spigots and taps.

  There were high tables and stools and a dance floor on which several people were rocking to the beat. The men and women were either scantily clad or in various states of undress. Gleaming bodies were on display. Breasts were bared. Nipples were flashed. Buttocks bounced everywhere.

  So she wasn’t alone.

  To Kate’s alarm, animals prowled the walkways between the tables and the bar. These were not the common household pets either, but animals from the wild. There were black panthers with obsidian eyes and fur as sleek as night itself. There were black wolves. Beautiful red foxes. Brown foxes. Red wolves.

  It was almost as though the place was an exotic menagerie.

  None of the animals were feral either. They were, in fact, quite tame, to Kate’s surprise. Maybe they were pets after all, although several of them turned to regard her entry with curious and very watchful eyes.

  Kate faltered, not daring to take a step further for fear of invoking the animals’ collective wrath. But Rita prodded her from behind.

  “Go on. Don’t be afraid. No one here will hurt you.”

  Kate looked around for Rust O’Brien, but he was nowhere to be seen. But gawd, the men and women here were beautiful. Maybe it was the light which flattered their complexions and heightened the slant of their features, but everyone was beautiful – young or old.

  The man who brought Kate in came up. He had changed from his business day clothes to a leather crisscross ensemble which showed off his muscled bare torso. His pants were black leather as well, and very tight.

  “Hello, gorgeous,” he said. “I’m glad you decided to join the party.”

  He put his hands around her waist and held her as though for a dance. His face moved closer to her neck and he imbibed her flesh.

  “Hmmmmm,” he said. “You have a delicious scent.”

  Kate quailed, unsure of how to react.

  The man’s hands began to slide up and down her back, feeling the latex bodice and her flesh underneath. One palm dipped down to the taffeta curls of her skirt and caressed her buttocks there. Kate wasn’t used to such intimacy from a stranger. She was no virgin and she was not exactly a prude. Still –

  She tried to squirm away.

  “I don’t even know your name,” she said lamely, trying to buy time.

  “It’s Thomas.” He tightened his grip on her waist. “Now it’s my turn to claim you.”

  “No . . . I don’t want to be claimed.” By you, she meant. Where was Rust O’Brien? Was he in a private room?

  Thomas laughed. “How could you wear that dress and expect someone not to instantly claim you? You’re desire itself.” He pulled her close to him. His body was hard and unyielding, like a rock. “Can you not see all their eyes on you?”

  She looked where he gestured. Indeed, the eyes of the men in the room alighted upon her, studying her curves. She was fresh meat to them, she realized. A new face.

  She looked around for Rita, but she was gone.

  “Let me get you a drink,” Thomas suggested. “That will loosen you up.”

  “Yes,” she said, relieved to have a respite from his caresses. He was attractive, though much older than her. Old enough to be her father, and she wasn’t attracted to him like that. She wanted Rust. Was he in some private party of his own? She was sure this club catered to things like that.

  Thomas went to the bar. She took the opportunity to study other people around her. The dance floor had taken on the quality of a rave. The dancers gyrated, their hands groping one another’s bodies. The smell of sex was unmistakable. Hair was flung back. Bodies gleamed with the sweat of exertion. Kate remembered that old movie, Dirty Dancing. These couples and trios were dirty dancing all right. So dirty it was almost porn.

  A low growl to her left arrested her. She turned in consternation.

  A magnificent tiger padded towards her. It was the largest tiger she had ever seen, and she had only ever seen them in zoos as a child. She backed away in fright, but it stopped, regarding her. Its body was sleek and leanly muscled, and its stripes against its orange coat were very stark. It had vivid green eyes, and the beast stared at her as if it recognized her.

  Her throat went dry.

  The tiger inspected her for seconds longer, and then turned to walk away. She could see the muscles beneath its dazzling coat bunching and relaxing. Other people turned to watch the tiger. Was it her imagination, but did their gazes hold respect?

  Thomas came back with two margaritas. He gave her one.

  “You’ll like this,” he said.

  “Thanks.” She took it and sipped it through the salt around the glass.

  He watched her little tongue dart out and the desire was unmistakable in his expression.

  “Come,” he said when she had finished. “I want to show you something.”

  Beware of strange men who want to show you something, her mother had warned her, or something to that effect. But she was hopeful. Would Rust be behind those walls? Was Thomas going to show her to the inner sanctum?

  Kate was no fool, and she was aware that Thomas was expecting her to trade her body for such favors. But she intended to hold him off for as long as she could. Wasn’t that in the contract she signed? She could walk away at any time. She could choose not to have sex with Thomas if she didn’t wish to.

  She was powerful indeed.

  “OK,” she conceded.

  They placed their empty glasses upon the bar. The bartender gave her a knowing look. Then Thomas shepherded her to the shadows beyond the dance floor. She passed a wolf, and the blood in her veins froze as it turned to look upon her with intelligent eyes.

  “He won’t hurt you,” Thomas murmured, his hand firmly on her back.

  Kate wasn’t so sure. There was hunger on the wolf’s features, and he gazed at her as though it would like to devour her and mate with her at the same time. An unbidden shudder traveled down her back. So much wanton lust here. So much need even though there was a veritable feast of flesh on display.

  There were drapes beyond the room, covering what was inside.

  As Kate stepped beyond them wi
th Thomas, she knew it was a mistake.

  7

  The corridor beyond was a lot darker than the main room. It was lighted with wall sconces which created a flickering effect, as if the lights themselves were flaming torches even though they were electric.

  The corridor opened up into rooms. Kate could see and hear what was in those rooms. Moans and gasps permeated the hot, sticky air. Bodies danced and limbs unfurled. Naked couples fucked against walls, and men and women both fellated stiff cocks and licked exposed pussies. Each room was an orgy in itself.

  “Come,” Thomas said, pushing her into one of these rooms.

  “No, I don’t want to. I-I’m not ready.”

  She wasn’t, really. Not with him.

  But he was quite forceful, and she stumbled through the doorway with him. Inside, a daisy chain of writhing human bodies was forming. A woman lay splayed on the floor, her legs open to expose her shaved pussy. A man’s mouth was attached to this pussy, and he was voraciously eating her. Kate’s own pussy contracted at this florid sight.

  At the same time, a girl on all fours took the man’s turgid organ into her mouth, and she was sucking and licking him as though his cock was a lollipop. Yet another man was sucking one of her nipples, and a woman was licking her pussy. This last woman was being fucked by a man who was on his knees. He rocked his hips against hers and his face was contorted in ecstasy.

  But they were not the only people in the room. In a corner, a man was fucking a woman from behind. Both of them were in a state of partial undress. The temperature in the room was high, and not because of an air-conditioning malfunction.

  The stone walls hosted recesses – little dimly lighted cubby holes where packets of condoms were stacked. Outside, a wolf peered in hungrily, its red eyes glowing in the flickering lights of the wall sconces.

  Thomas pushed Kate against the wall. He reached for her breasts within their flounces of taffeta and squeezed them.

  “I want you,” he said hoarsely.

  His mouth latched onto hers. His kiss was hard and his breath smelled of coffee and cigarettes. His tongue tried to pry her lips open, but she resisted. He was so rough.

  “No,” she said in a strangled tone. She pushed him away with all her might.

  He stepped back. His eyes were hard and glittering.

  “So you’re trying to be a cock tease now,” he accused.

  “No.”

  “You came in here with me. You knew what you were in for.”

  “No, I didn’t know.” She tried to wriggle away, but his hands were firmly placed on the wall and his arms imprisoned her in between them.

  The man who was eating the woman’s pussy looked up and turned in their direction. To Kate’s shock, she recognized him.

  It was Carlo Estez.

  8

  Kate gasped, and Thomas turned. Carlo broke himself away from the daisy chain. His cock was still very wet from being fellated.

  Carlo came over, smiling. His chin glistened with pussy creams.

  “Kate,” he said. “What a pleasant surprise.”

  He knew her name! She didn’t think he did.

  “I – ” She clammed up, not knowing what to say.

  “How did you find this place?” Carlo said.

  Thomas cut in, “You know her?”

  “Yeah. She’s in my college.”

  “I saw her first.”

  “I know.” Carlo looked her up and down. “Amazing. I didn’t know you had a body like that, Kate.”

  I didn’t know you were into anything but your books, Kate wanted to say, but her tongue was still frozen. She took in Carlo’s glorious body, so toned and bronzed, and very erect cock. Her throat went ever so dry. Next to the Professor, she wouldn’t mind having Carlo.

  Carlo said, “Say, Thomas . . . when you’re through with her, I’ll take her.”

  Kate found her voice. “I’m not a piece of meat to be passed around.”

  Both men were amused.

  “Oooh,” Carlo said, “little kitty’s got claws. I like.”

  “Then again, I’m up for a little three-way,” Thomas said, licking his lower lip.

  The thought didn’t exactly turn Kate off. Nor did it excite her. Here she was, being desired by two perfectly attractive men in their prime. And yet, something was missing. She knew what it was.

  Rust O’Brien. She wanted him. She came here for him. Second best wouldn’t do.

  Both men crowded around her, giving her no space. Their eyes were bright and glittering. Carlo’s hand snaked out to cup her right breast, while Thomas lifted her taffeta skirt. Too late, Kate remembered she was wearing crotchless panties.

  “Oh!” she yelped.

  But Thomas had grabbed her naked pussy. His palm compressed her swollen clit, and a shocked pleasure lanced through her groin.

  Then both men were pawing her all over. Pressing her against the wall. The stone slabs on the wall were cold to her bare skin. Hands groped and squeezed her breasts, her nipples. Fingers pried into her pussy hole – that betraying wetness which flooded the orifice – and delved into her secret grooves. The pleasure swarmed her, even though she fought against it.

  “Turn her around,” Carlo said hungrily.

  This awoke all her defenses.

  “No,” she cried even as Thomas grabbed her shoulder and pirouetted her so that her face and breasts were now against the wall. Hands grabbed her soft buttocks. Fingers stubbed her anus.

  A growl behind her made her turn.

  The tiger sprang at Thomas, who instantly struck its paw away. But the tiger was huge. It floored Thomas with one leap. Kate screamed. In the pandemonium, she almost didn’t hear Carlo cry out: “Stop! We didn’t mean anything by it!”

  Then something miraculous happened. Thomas’s limbs began to change. For one instant, he was a man. Then his bones sort of crumpled and rearranged themselves, as did his entire body and limbs. His skull lengthened and sharpened, and his skin sprouted fur. His body slipped out of his confining clothes.

  Kate was as fascinated as she was aghast. She had watched the movies, heard the whispered legends – but she was seeing it happen before her in real life.

  Thomas was a shapeshifter.

  It all happened in the matter of seconds, and in a blink, a large red wolf lay in place of Thomas, its body pinned to the ground by the tiger, who was still growling menacingly. The rest of the revelers in the room had paused in their lovemaking to watch what would happen. They were concerned, Kate thought, but not unduly alarmed, as if they were used to seeing this kind of thing happen all the time.

  She realized now that all the animals outside which she had mistaken for exotic pets were probably shapeshifters too. Was it possible? Earlier, she would have refuted the possibility, but now . . . the evidence was right before her very eyes.

  Her stomach flipped, but not in a ‘I’m nauseated because this is too incredible’ way. But it was more like she was amazed in a ‘I can’t believe I’m part of this’ way.

  “No!” Carlo cried. “Don’t hurt him!”

  The tiger swung its magnificent head and snapped at Carlo. It was as if to say: You too are not devoid of sin.

  “What’s all this?” roared a voice at the doorway.

  Everyone turned, even the tiger.

  A tall, gaunt man stood at the doorway. He wore black clothes, and he reminded Kate of an undertaker, or what she thought undertakers would resemble in her fevered and clichéd impressionable mind.

  “What’s going on?” the tall man repeated. He glared at the tiger. “Russell, you may be the last of your kind, but you have no right to violate the rules of this place.”

  Russell?

  Kate was too terrified to make the connection at first, but the tiger began to metamorphose before her very eyes. Its limbs became more slender and its gorgeous fur shrank into its skin. Its torso became leaner and more golden. Fur into flesh. Paws into hands and feet. A tail that was drawn back into its vestigial stump between man’s fleshy
buttocks. What was large became something narrower, but longer. Limbs sprawling outward, not downward.

  What emerged was a completely naked and muscled but very human Rust O’Brien, who was perched on all fours with his left hand upon the belly of the red wolf which had been Thomas.

  Rust got to his feet, and Kate’s throat flowered with a lump.

  Naked, Rust was more magnificent than she imagined. His skin was a clear golden in the flickering light and his eyes were very green. But his body – oh! His chest was broad and his arms were nicely sculptured, but not overly so like a bodybuilder’s. His muscles looked impossibly tight under his skin. His waist was slender, and a trail of dark fur ran from his belly button to his pubis. His legs . . . his thighs . . . every part of him was incredibly, overwhelmingly sexy. He made her legs go weak.

  His genitals.

  She dare not gaze at his genitals. He was like Michelangelo’s David. His dormant cock hung against his balls. She didn’t want to imagine what she could do to that cock.

  His beauty almost made her forget who and what he was. He was a shapeshifter. They were all shapeshifters. She understood that now. She should be afraid, and yet, she wasn’t afraid. She should be struck with terror, and yet she was struck with wonder. Spellbinding, absolute wonder.

  The red wolf shifted back. They were all men again. Thankfully. Thomas glowered as he too got to his feet. They all stood naked before the Undertaker.

  “He started it,” Thomas snapped.

  “You tried to rape her,” Rust snarled back.

  “I didn’t rape her. She knew what she was in for. She wanted it!”

  They all swung their attention to Kate, who cringed against the wall.

  “Were you playing coy, girl?” the Undertaker said. She didn’t know his name, and so she decided to call him the Undertaker for now.

  Kate’s tongue froze. It was a moment of indecision.

  She found her tongue. “I-I don’t want to get anyone into trouble.” She sensed that trouble would find her if she did with creatures such as these.

  “Just answer the question, girl,” the Undertaker thundered.