by Erin R Flynn
“It is hard to be a gentleman when you are making out and feeding on my lap,” Apollo bitched.
“All you have to do is ask,” I purred. “I like men who make sure to respect me.”
“You are up to something,” he accused.
“No, you’re much more attractive than I expected, and my siren likes your power just as you like mine.” I tilted my body a bit so the material slid off my breast enough for him to see all of it, planning the back corner booth for a reason. “No one’s forcing you, Apollo. If you don’t want to play with us, then don’t. We’ll still be friends and work together either way.”
He lowered his head to mine as his hand slid in my dress, rubbing against Goran’s. It was a nice kiss, not too much, but he was holding back and we both knew it. Cautious and calculating so we definitely hadn’t won nor was he submitting yet.
Good. That made the hunt more fun.
“Do you feel neglected?” I teased Carter when we moved apart, leaning over so I was about on Apollo’s lap.
He licked his lips as he fed me a bite of his salad instead of selfishly taking a kiss. “I have a feeling you’re going to need the energy.”
“Sounds like fun after last night was completely blown to shit and added too much stress to my plate.”
By the middle of the first entrée I was so wound up I didn’t care if all three of them did me at once on the fucking table. As much as I enjoyed the teasing and innuendoes and touches—and did I ever—they really did too which was fun.
“Alpha, I’m sorry to interrupt, but the mayor would like an update on the murder investigation,” Hagan said, his eyes flashing shock as he took in my state and the hormones in the air.
“Can you ask Brian to please handle it? Monroe knows the ME’s findings. I really would prefer not to greet the mayor at the moment or in this dress,” I replied, Goran’s fingers teasing where my dress’s slit ended.
“I will make sure it gets handled.”
I saw the worry in his eyes, and I nodded it really was fine. Fuck, I was enjoying myself immensely.
“This is my favorite part of any meal with Sera,” Goran chuckled as dessert arrived. “You will enjoy this, Apollo.”
“You promise?”
“Oh yeah,” he murmured, picking up a spoon and feeding me a bite of trifle. I moaned at how nummy it was, leaning in for more.
“Mistress, you moan like engaging in oral sex instead of eating dessert,” Carter commented, practically panting.
“So I’ve been told, but don’t ruin my enjoyment of it. I’m polite and give the desserts my full attention.”
“Get over here,” Apollo growled, yanking me onto his lap and moving the trifle with me. “Eat all you want and squirm now.”
I did, feeling how much it excited him as hands slid in my dress and lips kissed my skin. We were seriously moments from getting naked. Hell, I was basically naked anyways.
“Okay, done,” I moaned the moment I finished. “I can’t take any more teasing.”
“You’re vibrating with need,” Goran hissed, pulling me off of Apollo and sliding us out of the booth. He wrapped his arms around me when we were on our feet, glancing between them. “Aren’t you both coming?”
“Where?” Apollo checked.
“She reserved us a dungeon,” he chuckled, moving his hands over my stomach to pull up the dress. “It’s the full moon after all.”
“Goran, please, no more teasing,” I whimpered, not having to play up what I was feeling at all. “I can’t be embarrassed here.”
“What does she mean?” Apollo asked as he and Carter hurried to scoot out.
“She doesn’t know how to be quiet during fun, and we never want her to be,” he explained as he rushed me to the correct elevator.
The moment we were inside and the doors closed, I moved against the wall, raising my arms. “Watch the claws.”
“Yes?” Goran checked, holding my wrists as he boxed me in.
“Yes,” I whimpered. He moved his hand between my legs and kissed me as one touch set me off, giving me the relief I desperately needed. The door opened and I dragged him off the elevator, my legs mushy even as I hurried. “Get naked if you like your clothes.”
“I love the full moon,” he moaned, ducking into the dungeon with me.
“Heels on or off?” I growled as I yanked off the dress and tossed it over on the chair where it would be safe. We were in the lavish dungeon, so there was a nice, comfy bed to have fun on.
“On,” all three said together.
“Too slow,” I snarled, shoving Goran onto the bed when he only removed his jacket and tie. I moved my knees on either side of his head, gasping as he immediately licked me. “Get him naked.”
“Oh, are you the boss of this?” Apollo chuckled, raising an eyebrow like that wasn’t how this was going to work.
“I’m Alpha ,” I reminded him, flooding the room with my power. “He is mine, and you want him. Be nice because I liked what I saw in your head. Get him naked and please him like you want.”
“Of course,” he agreed, clearing his throat, probably shocked we were done with the games.
Two words. Full. Moon. My normal lack of patience was next to nil, and they’d played with me the whole meal.
I screamed as I came, firm lips on mine, Carter playing with my breasts as he kissed me. He was way hotter than I would have thought, and he was seriously sexy even before he took off his clothes. Every inch of him was toned and well-muscled without being over the top. I moaned as a wave of my power came back at me, not only Apollo’s but Goran’s lust for the other man.
It seemed having fun with him wasn’t going to be a chore, as they hadn’t touched each other in a thousand years. Good closure?
Fuck if I knew. I couldn’t handle my own needs much less the desires of everyone else.
“You take him and he takes me,” I told Goran, knowing it was what he wanted. I didn’t explain any more than that before turning and shoving Carter onto the bed, glad he was naked and wanted me in any way he could get me.
I mashed my mouth to his as I rode him hard, a bit too tight still.
“I could never risk hurting you, Mistress,” he growled, pulling me off of him and rolling us on the bed, burying his face between my legs.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned as another wave hit me. Apollo and Goran were ready, and the councilman leaned over to kiss me as the man he loved took him. Apparently it was his version of heaven.
Rock on.
After a bit of figuring out logistics, I got to experience something else new as Carter and Apollo pushed in me together and Goran took Apollo.
“Yes, I understand much better why you would want her forever,” Apollo admitted, moaning as he grazed his fangs along my neck.
“No blood, I’m a drug to you guys,” I warned. “And I’m not getting chomped on when there are three ancients here. I’m not food.”
“No, you are a treasure,” Carter breathed in my ear. Then he pulled out of me and moved against my back. I glanced at him over my shoulder. “You are too new to that to do this. The moon rides you and your senses but not mine.”
I kissed him, thanking him for being good to me. He was right, I was totally lost to the moon and drowning in the desire I was getting from them.
“Let me feel all of your power,” Apollo murmured against my lips after I fed from him again.
“You’re sure?” I checked, knowing what he meant. “Carter?”
“Yes, please, Mistress,” he moaned.
I smiled as I drowned them in my influence, enthralling them with me like I had the fairies at Laila’s court to get them away from her. It wouldn’t last forever, maybe a few hours, but I knew it was a bit of a high and happy, happy hormones.
Apollo and Goran needed a break after their second and third time, but I let Carter lock up my wrists and take me just like he wanted, giving them quite the show. When we finished, he very gently tended to me, kissing the redness of my wrists until they healed a
nd then cleaning me up before redressing me.
“Oh yeah, you’re staying,” I purred, brushing my lips against his. “Sorry, Apollo, I’m taking your head of security for sure.”
“I already knew that from the first time you kissed him, and Carter is not a man easily won over,” Apollo admitted as they got dressed as well.
“It was the heels, right? What is it with men and the high, high heels?” I smiled as they burst out laughing, all of us sated and happy. Well, for the moment. The full moon wasn’t nearly over and nor were the party or games.
11
“Alpha, there are some humans who are demanding a champagne tower,” Gayle told me as we reached the club level. “They say it can’t be a real New Year’s Eve party without a drink tower.”
I rolled my eyes. “Tell them that we did plan one, but it’s a blood drink and we thank them for so selflessly offering to open a vein and use their alcohol rich blood.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she chuckled, looking relieved.
“I know how to pour one if you need me to,” Tristan said from my right. I blinked at him, and he smiled. “Of course you don’t know who bought tickets.”
“I figured you’d be at Vlad’s thing for sure.”
“No, I told him I was supporting my roommate since he was nervous about working a big party even though you offered him more time. I also brought a date.”
My siren roused at the knowledge until I saw Nina standing next to him. They both shot me looks saying to think about why he’d brought her.
“Vlad suspects we’re up to something,” I breathed, Tristan nodding. “Damn man.”
“He’s very fun to play date for,” Nina assured me, Tristan leaning down to kiss her cheek. “I’ve gone to visit him at the club a few times, batting my eyelashes at him as my witches get a taste of freedom, which they need a bit of supervision in.”
“Don’t we all?” I chuckled. I introduced them to my party, shocked when the councilman bowed to Nina.
“Ms. Jezebel, it is my most sincere honor to meet you on my visit.”
“The honor is mine,” she accepted. “And you will be good to Seraphine, yes? The last one of your council to visit did not respect the Alpha I have an alliance with. I don’t think I need to remind you of what I do to people who hurt my allies?”
“No, you don’t,” he promised. “We’ve been having a lovely time and are working on a few ideas to maybe make us all safer.”
“Glad to hear it.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Let me know if I have to liquify anyone’s insides, as I can do it before they blink.”
“Oh, good to know,” I squeaked, bobbing my head.
The next problem was when some drunk humans cornered one of my wolves—in shifted form—and were trying to egg her into changing back and showing them a good time.
“She can’t ,” I snarled as I stormed over there with Hagan and Reagan. “Shifters can’t change back at will, especially during the full moon. It’s why we have a bunch around the club to educate you and—”
“Sera, save your breath,” Reagan sighed. “They’re completely sauced. No more leaving the fairy nectar on tap for humans at parties. We have to do one or two drinks max like regular club nights.”
“We warn then,” I grumbled, kneeling by my wolf. “Are you okay, Jessica? Do you need a moment?” She rubbed her cheek against mine, making happy and relieved noises. “Next time just barrel them over and get away. Don’t scratch, but I don’t care if you knock assholes on their asses.” She gave a grateful yip and headed out.
Dain showed up with one of the breathalyzers we had at the club that we used on people before we let them drive. People thought it was a bit much, but given how often people blamed the places they drank at after they got a DUI, we weren’t taking any chances. Sure enough, they were wasted, one at a dangerous level.
“Get him to the doc,” I sighed, shaking my head. What was it about New Year’s Eve that made people act so damn stupid?
“It was smart to have the doctor from Simone’s clan on standby to check people and give banana bags if needed,” Hagan praised.
“I have my moments,” I chuckled, thanking them for handling it before moving on.
Carter was at my side the whole time. He was definitely smitten and not just because of my power. I was about to head back to Goran, but I found him making out with the councilman and decided to leave them be.
“You switched dates,” Monroe worried as I rejoined him, Brian, and Galvin.
“It’s fine. We had a lot of fun, and I guess Goran wanted to hang out with his ex while he’s in town?” I shrugged, noting the shocked looks Brian and Galvin had, nodding when I gave them a look I wasn’t kidding.
“I hope I can escort and tend to you as diligently as Goran would, Mistress,” Carter murmured, his arm moving around me protectively, teasing my skin.
Again I got looks, smirking behind my frozen drink. “They wanted to feel all my power, so I let them. It will wear off.”
“There’s more? Why didn’t you show me?” Galvin muttered, studying me.
“Because I don’t touch married men, sir. Most drugs don’t work on us. We have a very high alcohol tolerance. I’m a bit of a drug to vampires, my blood certainly is.”
“It’s very nice,” Carter agreed, letting out a deep giggle as he moved closer. “I think you might make me take that stick out of my ass everyone says I have, Mistress.”
“It’s only fair because I had to take the one she had up her bum when I met her,” Monroe teased me. I just shrugged. He wasn’t wrong after all.
I chuckled as I felt warm breath under my skirt. “Axel, just because you’re the star here as the pretty white tiger, if you don’t stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, you’re never getting there as a man. I don’t do animals.”
He let out a huff and came around, plopping his butt in the middle of our group, obviously wanting attention.
I squatted down, knowing he was enjoying the view. “Oh, you poor thing. Are you being so abused, my tiger? All the women fawning all over you. You asked what you could do to help, and I gave you something.” He licked my neck, and I couldn’t help but giggle, it felt so weird. I kissed his nose, promising him treats, which I was sure he thought dirty, but I meant actual food. That was all he got for being an awesome guard and helping out.
There were several more idiots and problems to handle, which was shocking since the ticket price was a grand. Simone shrugged, saying money didn’t mean class and some people saved up for big New Year’s Eve events thinking ours especially would have crazy sex all over the place and like they’d bought a chance with the hosts.
In other words, they were fucking morons, as the mayor was there and a lot of big names in Chicago. No, that wasn’t the sort of party we were throwing.
I was glad we’d thought ahead and had people ready to drive home those who needed it, promising not to tow vehicles as long as they came the next day.
The party was definitely fun though, and I had a lot of it. I snuck off to the dungeon with the three men again, a few times with just Carter—much to his joy—and I went wild. It was the full moon, New Year’s Eve, and my damn club. Yeah, I had a lot of much needed fun.
After we got all the guests out and on their way safely, I was sitting on a table in the club talking to Simone about the totals. We’d raised a lot of money with tickets and even more in donations to help. Our donation was the cost of the party instead of taking out the cost from ticket sales. We wanted the chance to clean up Chicago too.
“Can I have my fucking New Year’s Eve kiss now?” Hagan growled, grabbing my hair and yanking me into a kiss, biting my lower lip hard enough to make it bleed.
“Hey, I said I was going first,” Reagan bitched, shoving him away from me. I held up my hands to ward him off, my lip aching and wondering what the fuck was going on as he grabbed my breast roughly. “I’m oldest, and we were together first.”
“Um, we were together first,
” Tristan snapped, thrusting his hand into Reagan’s chest so he went flying. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, tearing some of it out when I ducked his kiss. He tried to bite me instead, and I pushed his face away, his hand going between my legs.
“Hey, I was her first here,” Brian reminded him, grabbing Tristan’s arm, unable to yank him away, but Tristan let go of my hair. “I get her first.”
“What the hell is with you guys?” I demanded, sliding off the table and pushing them apart.
Brian shoved me harder than I would ever have thought, and I tripped on my heels, twisting my ankle as I landed on the table with a thud. “Shut up and do what you’re supposed to. Spread your legs for all of us and be the good piece of ass.”
“What?” I gasped, my eyes going wide. “What did you just—”
He huffed, completely ignoring what I was saying, and reached for me, ripping the thin strap holding my dress on. “I said to get naked and shut up. No one wants to hear you talk, just fuck you.”
“Fuck you ,” I rasped, using what I could of the dress to cover myself.
“Hey, all of you shut up,” Noah bellowed, pushing his way through them, and I felt relieved he was going to smack some sense in them, but he fisted the dress and ripped it off of me. “I want her tight, not loose after you all screw her. She’s only good tight.”
“Noah!” I gasped, shoving away from him. I got to my feet, desperate to not be naked for whatever the fuck was going on, my lip and ankle healed but twisting the other one when Noah grabbed for me.
“We said shut up,” Hagan growled, covering my mouth as he held me from behind. “God, talk, talk, talk is all you do. No one cares. Just get wet and be a good bitch.” I elbowed him, and he tightened his arm around me hard enough it hurt.
Someone yanked me out of there, and I was relived it was Dain to figure out what was going on.
“You fucking whore,” he sneered, backhanding me across the face so I went flying. “How many did you fuck tonight, Sera? You’re such a godsdamn whore I can’t even look at you.”