“These should work.” I hefted an armful of garments.
I continued to talk about how stunning everything was as he led me back to the salon.
“You could live here,” he said.
I opened my mouth a few times, words failed to fall out.
“You have said more than once your apartment is small. There is plenty of space here. You could have your choice of bedrooms.”
“I don’t think I could afford the rent.”
He stopped on the stairs and turned around to look at me. “I don’t recall saying anything about rent.”
“Oh,” was all I managed.
He took the clothing from me, stepped down the last stair and left me standing like some idiot in the middle of his grand stairway.
By the time I reached the salon, a few of the women were already asleep. One had a nightgown on over herself like a tent and was changing underneath. I recognized the arm jutting in and out as the contortions of removing a bra from under clothing. One woman had moved off to a corner and turned her back to everyone to change.
“Where’s Vin?” I asked, noticing she was missing.
“She went to change,” another woman answered.
She came back in a few moments later, her costume in her arms. She placed her things on the empty couch behind an already sleeping Bollywood. The long night gown covered her from neck to ankle.
“Thank you,” she said to Vlad. “It’s like what I have at home. Very comfortable.”
I looked around, noticing all the nighties were gone. “I guess I should have grabbed one for me.”
I looked down at myself and groaned. I was splattered in demon gore.
“Is there a shower I could use?” I asked.
“Of course,” Vlad answered.
“The plumbing in this place works?” Biker sneered his question. “Everything is so old.”
“Everything is antique,” Vlad corrected. “And the plumbing was updated while I was away. I’ve been assured it’s the highest standards.”
With a tired eye roll I looked at Vlad. “Shower?” If I had any more energy, I would have whined, but I barely had the energy to form words. The adrenaline rush of battle no longer sustained me.
I followed Vlad, and the werewolves followed me. It was weird to think these men could shift in and out of wolf form, and that when I met them they weren’t in some extremely good costumes, but were actually artfully half shifted. It was weird to think about anything from tonight. Hottie anime guy turned out to be a demon, I met a legit vampire. I got kissed by a bunch of handsome men, and for some reason all of them still seemed to be interested. I never had my pick before.
If I was lucky enough to have multiple suitors at a party, they tended to weed themselves out, and I ended up with one of them. Or none. None sucked. Usually the one I ended up with sucked too. I hoped I would choose wisely tonight.
Vlad’s caretaker had exceptional taste, and was clearly not afraid to spend money. The remodel on the bathroom he led us to was less than ten years old. Based on the size of the room, I felt safe in thinking they had converted one of the many, many bedrooms into a full bathing suite. First off, all five of us fit in the room, which in itself was impressive.
“Pretty sweet digs for someone who lives alone,” Biker scoffed.
“I do have guests, as your presence indicates. And the caretaker has been living here.”
“Where is your caretaker?” I asked. It seemed as if this mysterious person would have appeared like an all-knowing butler when we arrived.
“Oh I gave him and his family a vacation. I believe they are in Florence, or is it Istanbul by now? I’ve only been back for a few weeks, and they’ve been so accommodating. But I felt with Halloween approaching, it would be best if they weren’t around. For their own safety.”
The tub could easily fit three. That made up my mind. No shower tonight. Bath. I sat on the edge and began taking off my shoes. My feet were tired. The rest of me was thinking about aching. The pain would be with me in the morning. I was glad that I had brought a back-up pair of shoes. Fighting a sex demon in heels would have been an absolute nightmare.
“Towels?” I asked.
Vlad slid aside a door that looked like marble tile and exposed shelves full of fluffy towels, and a variety of soaps.
“Oh.” I was on my feet and shopping for the wonderfully scented things I wanted in my bath.
When I turned around Goliath was already down to nothing—and suited his name. Posh was kicking off his loafers and unbuckling his belt, and Biker was rolling up his shirt. Confused I looked at Vlad, expecting him to provide some logical explanation as to why everyone was stripping down for my bath. What I saw was his naked ass turning the taps in the shower. I stared.
The shower was large, with multi-directional shower heads and a waterfall head, but it was not set up like a locker room.
“Um, guys. What’s going on here?” I asked.
“We’re taking a shower,” Biker said.
“That is why we are in here,” Posh explained like I was a child.
“That’s why I’m in here. You’re in here for the tour. And I’m about to kick you out so I can take a bath.”
“We won’t all fit in the tub, so shower,” Goliath said.
“We’re taking a shower. We’re all taking a shower,” Posh said smooth as silk. He was living up to the name, smooth dresser, smoother talker. “Wouldn’t you like that?”
My jaw dropped, and I struggled to breathe as he stepped behind me and skimmed the jacket from my shoulders. Lips, probably his, trailed down my neck to my shoulder.
“Is that okay with you?” Posh asked.
My stomach was on a roller coaster ride with all the thrilling dips and curves. I tried to laugh. “I thought you’d make me choose, or you know, all bow out.”
“Why on Earth would we do that, darlin’?” Biker had my arm, and placed kisses on the inside of my wrist.
I gulped. “Because, isn’t that how it usually works?” It was hard to focus surrounded by them.
“Dearest,” Vlad’s voice purred in my ear. “This is a seduction. If you hadn’t noticed, we work well together. Why should we change that just because we are no longer in battle?”
“What if I don’t want to be seduced?”
The touching stopped. I much preferred the touching.
“And if I do?”
Chapter Six: The After Party’s After Party
“Well?” I think it was Goliath who asked. “Do you want to be seduced or not?”
“I think that would be a very nice way to end the evening I’ve had. You aren’t going to make me choose, right?”
“Not at all.”
“Then, yes please.”
I lost track of who belonged to what hands and what lips. Hands caressed my sides and removed the bandoleers. The lacings on my corset gave way, and suddenly that was gone. More hands than I could count were on my breasts, and without really paying much attention to the details, I was naked and surrounded by a group of the most gorgeous men I had ever met.
The shower was hot and steamy, and that was just the water. Soapy hands ran over my skin, caressing my ass, my thighs, my breasts. Lips and teeth caressed my belly. I moaned from the sheer pleasure of getting clean and being dirty all at once.
I didn’t have enough hands or attention span to focus washing one man, before my lips were claimed by another, and a different body part was under my fingers. They ran from pale to swarthy, smooth skin to tickling hairs. Hard, thin muscles, to bulk and power. I was presented with a combo pack, and loved every option.
Hands massaged my scalp, my ass. Mouths sucked and pulled at my nipples. I cried out in surprise when a cool tongue hit my clit and fingers slid into me. My knees went weak, and I dipped at the lack of muscle control. I was held up by supporting chests and arms.
A thick erection caressed between my butt cheeks, and I dropped my hips back with a moaning, “Yes.”
Hands spread my
ass and fingers toyed with my hole. I couldn’t support myself once they slid inside. The counter strokes in my sex and my ass combined with the sucking on my clit skyrocketed me straight to orgasm land. My body felt like it exploded into light, over and over like those flash-bang fireworks during our battle.
I went limp, unable to reciprocate any kind of fondling. The water went away, and I was wrapped in warm towels. Biker carried me into another room and placed me on a bed.
The men took care of me, and began drying my body. Rubbing the towels over my skin. Not only in a functional drying fashion, but in the most erotic way I had never known a towel to be. I adored being treated like this, but it didn’t seem very fair to be the center of attention. The best I could manage was to wrap my hand around a cock when I found one, or suck on the skin I found closest to my mouth.
With effort I rolled away from the rubbing and struggled to my knees. I grabbed the nearest set of hips and sucked in the attached cock. A fist grabbed into my wet hair, and I heard a moan of appreciation. The man in my mouth tasted clean and salty.
“Game’s on,” I heard Biker say.
“Gentlemen, time to suit up.” Vlad’s voice and cadence of speech was distinct and identifiable.
Hands grabbed my hips and pulled them up.
“You ready for me baby?” Biker asked.
I popped the cock I sucked on out of my mouth long enough to say, “Fuck yes.”
He slid into and began thrusting. I matched his timing as I renewed sucking. It was hard not to laugh as someone began sucking on my nipples again. I looked down and Goliath smiled up at me.
I glanced up to see that I had pulled Posh into my mouth. Vlad’s arms were around him, taking him from behind. I renewed my efforts, and we all throbbed and pulsed in time.
As if a buzzer sounded, we disengaged and rearranged and reconnected in different combinations. I sat on Biker’s face and pulled Goliath into my mouth next. I think Posh and Vlad separated into a smaller grouping for a time. We shifted, we fucked. I sucked, I was sucked on. We pounded, and thrusted.
At some point I had Vlad in the back entrance, and Posh in the front. They timed their thrusts so they were also rubbing each other through my walls. My brain didn’t function. I was body, I was sex.
Mouths, holes, cocks, fingers, we spent hours connected.
When I didn’t know if I could go on, Vlad would magically make toys or lotions appear. I was allowed to lay back and enjoy the show if participating was beyond my means. I was allowed to lay back and be the receiver of their actions, and no one complained that all I could do in return was whimper and moan.
I wrapped my mouth around Goliath at some point and remembered when he had said he was a giant where it counted. I started laughing.
He tipped my head up with fingers under my chin. He looked so damned sexy the way his hair fell into his eyes. “You okay?”
“You’re right, you are a giant.” I returned to sucking him off.
While I did my best to turn him into human Jell-O, Vlad stroked into me with a rhythm that was going to reduce me to a puddle of the quivering goo.
Goliath fisted my hair and tugged. “I’m gonna come, if you don’t stop.”
That was the point. I didn’t speak, determined to reach my goal.
He shoved me back, disrupting the well-timed mechanics of the thrusts going on in my lower body. He came in hot spurts against my breasts. I laughed with the sheer joy of power over him at that moment. I hadn’t succeeded in making any of them come until that point, even though I had the pleasure of experiencing at least three orgasms.
It was now a game. Who could I reduce to spasms of delight next? Vlad was next, with him the middle of a me-and-Posh sandwich. Biker was involved somehow, and Goliath had a hand in as well. Posh tumbled next. Biker was the last dick standing, as it were, and he finally came as he pounded into me, wrapped in my thighs.
I had no memory of cleaning up. I woke clean, and in the middle of arms and legs and sleeping men.
Vlad leaned over, a finger on his lips hushing me. He guided me from the big bed with a hand, and led me, naked, into another bedroom.
I let him make love to me, as if we had been lovers separated far too long. His body was that of a dancer, lean and long, with strength. His fingers bit into my flesh, and I felt like I must look like some plump mistress wrapped around his wiry frame. He kissed my mouth, and trailed his kisses to my breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, and then the other. His length caressed the seam in my sex, and I bucked against him, searching for the rubbing and the insertion I longed for back at the club. We rolled, and I hovered above him before slipping down his length, impaling myself. We rocked together. We screamed our mutual orgasms into the predawn darkness. He rolled me onto my back, and kissed the tops of my breast with reverence.
“I was serious when I said you should live here with me.”
“And if I do, does that mean I’ve chosen you?” I asked. After the party we’d had, this interlude was nice, but I wasn’t ready to pick just one.
“The wolves can move in too. I don’t expect you to ever pick. I must rest for the day. You are safe. They will protect you.”
He carried me back to the pack, and I snuggled into the pile of limbs and chests.
A while later my bladder demanded I wake up and tend to its condition. I extricated myself from the men and padded off to the bathroom. Last night, I couldn’t have said how I got from point A to point B, but this morning I clearly remembered where to go. I found a fluffy robe and wrapped up in it. I wasn’t ready to go back to sleep. The memories of last night ricocheted around in my head. It was all almost too much.
Had I actually fought a demon? Had I really banged four men at once?
I suddenly needed to check on Vin. Had we saved her? I scurried down the hall, and down the grand stairs. My bare feet slapped against the cold marble tiles of the entrance.
I was greeted with a chorus of soft snores. Vin’s couch was empty, but she was on the floor in the arms of Bollywood. I smiled and padded off to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
“This is where you snuck off to,” Posh said as he came into the kitchen.
I leaned against the counter and sipped my freshly made hot tea.
I got a good, long look at him. We had barely said anything to each other before he was part of the grand seduction. I stared at him as he stood before me in black shorts. A trail of dark hairs reached up from his shorts and stopped at his belly button. The hairs picked up the trail again at his ribs, before spreading over powerful pecs. His jaw was delightfully square and, this morning, covered in dark stubble. He had sparkling hazel eyes, and a hint of a hook on his large nose. His dark hair was a sexy mess.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked as he stepped closer.
“Very much,” I confessed. “Tea?” I asked.
He took the tea from my hands and placed it on the counter.
“I was thinking more of you,” he said as he untied the belt of the robe and pressed against me.
He lay me back against a table and took me in the kitchen. It was better than a morning alarm clock to energize the nerves.
I lay spread out like so much bread dough in need of rising as he pulled his shorts back on. “Come on Gloria, let’s go back to bed.”
I sat up. “It’s after dawn, can we start using real names yet? I mean the new day comes with dawn, right? Not some man-made number on a clock somewhere. So, this is a new day.”
“Yes, it is,” Posh said as he helped me back on with my robe. “My name’s Alex. Alexander, but the diminutive is fine.”
“Do you know Vlad’s name? You two seemed to be particularly friendly last night.”
“Vlad,” Alex chuckled. “We were all particularly friendly last night. Yes, I’ve known Sebastian for a while.”
“Sebastian. That’s a good name for a vampire.”
“It is.” He smiled at me and the tingles he had given me moments before surged back to life.
> He helped me from the table, and I made a mental note to disinfect it before breakfast. I snuggled in against his chest, and he wrapped an arm around me.
“You seem, how to say this without being rude? Older than Goliath and Biker. It has a lot to do with your choice of words and speech patterns. The same way Vlad, I mean, Sebastian talks in a more formal fashion.”
“Werewolves live a long time if they survive.”
“Survive?” I interrupted.
“Survive, yes. We have natural enemies, hunters mistake us for real wolves, and supernatural foe like Irdu Lili. We can live long, not as long as vampires. But, yes, I am older.”
He led me to a different set of stairs. Either he had been here before, or he was exploring.
“How old is older?” I asked.
“Old enough to know the last time the salon was redecorated, it was the nineteen twenties before the stock market crash.”
Some of the first aid supplies Sebastian had found dated back to the nineteen-fifties, and he had said they were from the previous owners. So either Alex had been in this mansion before under the previous owners, or he knew something about the history of style. I shrugged. I didn’t need to puzzle it out right now.
“What’s Biker’s name?” I asked.
“Clifton. Cliff. He was born in the sixties, from Texas. Goliath is our youngest, and closest to your age. His name is Jin-ho, but he typically just goes by Jin.”
He guided me down a hallway, and then things began to look familiar. We turned into the big bedroom where the other two were still asleep. In our absence they had spooned together, with Cliff wrapped protectively around Jin.
“Are you planning on telling me your name?” Alex asked as he took my robe and settled me back into bed. Jin made some harrumph noises, shifted and pulled me in against him. Alex followed me into bed and let me wrap my arms around him.
“I have an old fashioned name. I almost think Gloria would be better.”
“I’m old, I like old fashioned names.”
“Judith,” I confessed.
“Judith, a powerful name. I like it.”
I fell back asleep wrapped up in men.
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