Filthy Fae: A Dirty Alphas Novel (Heartland Forest Book 2)

by Alexa B. James

  He buried his hand in my hair, a groan vibrating against my lips from inside him. I reached for his pants, but he caught my hand and turned me to the music, letting the crowd admire my body from all angles again. When I was again facing the crowd, Mack slid an arm around me, stepping up close to my back. His hips grazed against my ass, teasing me with a light touch as his hand drew my arm over my head, around his neck. His fingers traced down the underside of my arm, sliding down my body to my breast. He squeezed my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. My clit throbbed in response, adding to the dance beat pulsing through me.

  Mack inhaled deeply, burying his nose in my hair. As his hand trailed lower, skimming across my bare skin, a shiver of longing twisted through me, and wetness sprang to life between my thighs. The aroma of my arousal filled the air around us, and I caught a few shifters closest to the stage flaring their nostrils to inhale the scent of my bare sex. The thought felt too taboo, too naughty, but instead of making me shy, it increased the wetness pooling between my lips.

  Mack’s hand slid lower, cupping my smooth mound and massaging it gently.

  “You shaved,” he murmured in my ear.

  “It seemed like something the audience would like,” I said, voice breathy as his fingertip teased my bare skin. When he didn’t answer, I pulled his head up, twisting to see his face. “Do you like it?”

  “I like you every way, everywhere, every time,” he said, his fingers spreading my sex for the audience. I heard a collective intake of breath, and a surge of excitement charged my body.

  “Thank you,” I whispered. “For doing this for me.”

  “And miss a chance to have you all to myself?” he said, dipping a finger into my slit to wet it before circling my throbbing clit.

  A pang of remorse went through me. Had I really made him share me with Aaron every time? Even this time, when it was just the two of us, he was sharing me with a room full of people. And he didn’t have to say that this wasn’t his kink. I knew he was doing it for me, and I knew that I was asking a lot of him, maybe even testing the limits of our friendship. He would be as exposed, as vulnerable as I would, and he might not get a thrill from it. But it went both ways. I would be one hundred percent on board to try anything he wanted, too.

  Mack let my wetness coat his fingers before sinking them further into me, finding my entrance and burying them deep.

  “Mack,” I gasped, reaching behind me to grab his shaft through his pants. Suddenly, I didn’t care about the crowd. I cared about having this man inside me, giving him my full attention for once.

  When I squirmed against him, he pulled his fingers out and loosened his grip, allowing me to turn. I ran my hands down his body, reveling in the warmth of his smooth skin and the ridges of muscle in his torso. At last, I hooked my hand over the waistband of his pants. There was a murmur, and I glanced back. The audience leaned forward, craning to see more. They suddenly seemed much less interesting than the person in front of me.

  “How do you get these off?” I asked, fumbling with Mack’s button, desperate to have all of him inside me.

  “They tear away,” he said, reaching down and grabbing them in a firm hold. With one yank, the pants were gone, fluttering down on the far side of the stage to reveal a silky white thong that left little to the imagination. The crowd whistled as Mack turned us sideways, so they had a view of our profiles.

  My eyes were on Mack alone. I could see the outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric, and I bit my lip, running my fingers down the ridge it made inside them.

  “Why do you have tear-away pants?” I asked, a smile forming on my lips.

  “That’s a question for another day,” Mack said, his hips still swiveling slowly. I let my wolf push forward and extended a claw again. The audience gasped as I ran it gently over Mack’s abs, trailing it down to the strap of his thong.

  “Are you ready to do this?” I asked, hooking my claw through the fabric.

  Mack arched a brow, his eyes flicking downward. “Do you really have to ask?”

  I gave a tug, and my razor-sharp claw sliced through the fabric. The thong fell, and the audience whistled as I revealed Mack’s long, smooth cock. Instead of reveling in this the way she had preened with pride when the audience admired me, my wolf pushed forward with aggression. Whoa. I pushed her back, trying to calm her with half-hearted reassurances that I didn’t mind them looking at Mack. The truth was, I sort of did mind. Mack was mine, and I wanted to protect him from their leering gazes.

  I looped my arms around his neck and jumped up onto him, wrapping my legs around his hips. The crowd was squirming and restless with anticipation, the scent of their arousal combining until it almost masked mine, even on the stage.

  Mack spread my cheeks, lifting me until I was positioned with the head of his cock straining at the entrance to my sex. My juices ran down him, and I tightened my legs around his hips, using my thighs to push myself down until his cock slid into my sheath. Mack closed his eyes, his hands cradling my ass and supporting my weight as I began to move up and down on his shaft.

  The sounds of the crowd getting excited filled me for a moment, and power swelled inside me. My wolf howled with pleasure at the sensation of all those eyes on me, all those people wanting me. But my human side only wanted one man. One fae.

  I heard the whisper of bills raining down on stage, but I kept my eyes anchored to Mack, my body anchored to him. Still, in the back of my mind I knew that I needed to do more, to keep building excitement in the crowd until we locked in the incubus.

  “Mack,” I whispered, palming his cheek.

  He gazed back at me, his half-lidded eyes bleary with desire. “Mmm?”

  “Want me on my knees?”

  Mack blinked at me. “What?”

  “Do you want to take this to the floor?”

  “Should I have asked you for the password?”

  “No,” I said. “I’m not an incubus. I’m Scarlet Riley, and I want you in my mouth.”

  “Oh,” he said, the word coming out on a breath. I lifted off him, and he caught my waist, holding my weight and letting me down until my toes feathered the floor. I heard a few grumbles of disappointment from the crowd, but I ignored them, steering Mack so he was facing the crowd with me in front of him, blocking their view.

  “Scar…”

  Before he could go on, I dropped to my knees, and excited murmurs began again. My heart hammered, my thighs quivering with anticipation. I gripped Mack’s slippery shaft, my mouth watering as I drew it to my lips and licked the tip. Mack sucked in a breath, and when my mouth opened, he pushed his cock inside. I let my tongue play over his skin, so incredibly soft and tasting of my own juices mixed with his, a unique and irresistible flavor that our bodies made together. I found myself slurping at him, wanting to lick off every drop.

  Mack groaned, and I felt the rush of excitement from the crowd washing over me, egging me on as I drew him deeper. I pulled back, letting my lips pop off the head of his cock as I looked up at him with a coy smile. “Want to get on your knees for me, too?”

  As if he’d been waiting for a signal, Mack knelt before me. He reached for me, but I crawled backward, dropping to all fours. I took Mack’s cock in my hand and sank my mouth over him, sucking him while I spread my knees wide and arched my back, letting the audience see my open sex as I pumped my mouth over Mack’s incredible cock.

  In the club, I heard hisses and growls, but I didn’t stop. I knew security would keep anyone from getting near us if they tried, and right now, all I could think about was the incredible rush of power coursing through me, as if I’d plugged into their energy, letting it fan the flames of my own lust. They were all here to see me. Watching me pleasure Mack.

  At last, I drew away and turned my body, looking out over the crowd for a second before turning my head and smiling over my shoulder at Mack. He saw the invitation in my eyes and slid forward, gripping my hips and sliding his cock into my eagerly waiting sex.

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p; I gasped in relief as he filled me, his cock driving into me faster with each thrust. I heard the crowd, but I barely saw them when I glanced back. Bills rained down on the edges of the stage, and the sexual energy in the place was so thick it could have summoned a demon all the way from hell, not just across town. There was no way this would fail. The audience had grown tense, their eyes glazed with lust. A woman at the table in front of us had her hand between her legs, biting her lip as she touched herself and watched us.

  This wasn’t just a sex show between two werewolves or two fae. It was a fae fucking a werewolf. Sworn enemies locked in the thrall of passion as his cock sank to the hilt and reached my depth with each pass.

  I rose up onto my knees and reached back, wrapping my hand around the back of Mack’s head.

  “Is this okay?” he asked, his hand moving up my body, cupping my breast gently as his cock filled me.

  “So okay,” I said, my voice barely more than a breath.

  His face angled toward mine, his mouth covering mine in a slow, gentle kiss. And then there was no crowd, no audience, no one but Mack and me, sharing this daring moment together. His cock glided in and out of my tightness, the tempo a smooth, steady rhythm. I squirmed back against him, opening my thighs wider and arching my back, needing him to go faster.

  When I couldn’t bear it any longer, I moaned my warning into his mouth. My walls clenched around him, pleasure wracking my body in waves. With a shudder of relief, Mack buried himself deep inside me and spilled his release with mine.

  As I caught my breath, feeling the rise and fall of Mack’s breath against my back, a realization slammed into me. All these years I’d been fantasizing about having sex in public, I’d been missing the point. I couldn’t give a fuck about the audience, if they were there, fine. If they were gone, it was all the better. What I’d been fantasizing about all those years wasn’t the crowd, it was Mack. Just Mack. All I’d been wanting was this amazing man, my soul mate, the man I knew I could never fully have, the man I’d always been in love with.

  The man who had held my hand and held my hair back. The man who had taken my virginity, and the man who helped me live out my every fantasy.

  I was in love with Mack. What we had between us wasn’t puppy love or some passing stage in our friendship. He was my endgame. He was the man I wanted to walk down an aisle toward, wearing a not-so-white dress.

  But I couldn’t marry Mack. I had three werewolf mates I was also falling in love with, and it wouldn’t be fair to them or to Mack.

  “Scar…” He pulled away from me slightly, his brow creasing with a troubled frown. “Are you crying?”

  I swallowed hard. “I need to wash up.”

  He looked like he was going to say something more, but I jumped up, grabbed my stiletto heels, and rushed toward the back of the stage, ignoring the money that littered the floor.

  Heading through makeup mirrors shining with overhead lights, I scrubbed away my tears.

  “Scarlet?” Someone called from behind me, and I wiped harder at my face, expecting Mack.

  When I turned, Darrel stepped in from the direction of the stage. “Hey,” he said, crossing the distance. “You okay? You looked like you were crying.”

  His dark blue eyes shone with concern. Reaching out to one of the makeup tables, he grabbed a metal tissue box.

  “You came in. I didn’t think you were—”

  Darrel reared back and slammed the metal container into the side of my head. Pain exploded through my temple as my vision swam. I opened my mouth to scream, but someone shoved a ball of silky material into my mouth. A second shock of pain slammed into my forehead and then a third. Then, the world slipped away.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Darrel

  Wind buffeted me as I sped down the dimly lit streets of Eureka toward the Mage Union hall. The union rep, Rick, had called as I slowed near the Full Moon club entrance. The call had gone to voicemail, and my phone showed ten missed calls from the man in the last hour while I’d been circling the building.

  When I’d answered the call, Rick had said that he’d figured out the connection between the union mages that died, it was a sensitive matter, and that he’d tell me, but I had to come right away.

  It was a pile of bullshit.

  Unfortunately, the man’s words had the ring of truth. I’d told Lance, and my brother had said that between Mack sticking to Scarlet’s side, Aaron in the crowd, and Lance circling the doors, they had enough bodies at the strip club. She would want me to meet with my contact and help clear her pack.

  Fuck. I shouldn’t have left them at the club.

  No. That wasn’t true. The sooner they wrapped up this case, the sooner Scarlet and every other werewolf on the west coast would be safe.

  The briny ocean air had a wet quality to it that seeped under my leather jacket as I took the street corners at full speed. When I stopped before the squat building where I’d spent several hours in near-torment, I found only darkness and an empty lot. Circling the building twice, I’d just decided that I didn’t have time for this shit and turned back toward the club when a door opened from a seemingly solid wall.

  Light spilled out onto the otherwise dark street, silhouetting a man who looked a lot like Santa’s younger brother.

  I pulled my bike up to the nearest parking space and yanked off my helmet. “I don’t have time to play your mage games—”

  Rick held a finger to his lips and shuffled away, holding open the door. When I stepped up close to the older man, he gave me a meaningful look and mouthed the word, “Silent.”

  Clenching my jaw so hard it hurt, I ducked through the door and followed Rick up a well-lit hallway. Posters of witches and wizards covered the walls. Each had a message like, “Safety First,” or “Together We Stand for Fair Pay.” The second floor emptied into an office building space with a long line of cubicles. Rick led me to one side and through a door that had been propped open.

  The room we entered had to have twenty people gathered around, most furiously taking notes. A woman spoke in a dreamy voice from one side of the room. At first, I thought I’d stepped into a union meeting, but then I got a good look at the woman in the front of the room.

  I stopped dead and had to bite my tongue to keep from shouting. A middle-aged woman floated inches from the ground. Her brown and gray hair stood on end as if she’d just gotten the biggest dose of static electricity a body could handle. Beside her stood a younger woman who could have been a daughter or much younger sister as they had very similar faces with a difference of perhaps twenty years.

  “And what are you doing now?” The younger girl asked. She held the older woman by her wrist as if monitoring her heart rate. She could very well have been holding onto the woman to prevent her from floating away. When the older woman only grunted, the younger woman asked, “What do you see, Helen?”

  “I’m looking down at a pamphlet. On the top of the paper, there are the words: Mage of the Ages.” The older woman’s whispery words send a chill up my spine. Her expression was completely blank, looking above us at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. She continued, “The words excite me, and I look up to stare forward at a long table. Several men and woman in suits sit at the end of the table telling us that they were contracted by the Los Angeles branch of the Mage Union. They tell me Mage of the Ages will feature the best and brightest mages from each branch of magic. I don’t know them. They look official, but I’m suspicious. These things don’t happen to me.”

  “Can you describe the people at the table?” asked the younger woman.

  A hand tapped my shoulder, and I jumped. My wolf rose, and my fingers itched, wanting to lengthen into claws. When I turned, I found Rick. He’d carried over a chair, and he was offering it to me. Trying to breathe evenly, I took the seat and turned back to the front of the room. Everything about this scene was putting my wolf on edge, though I wasn’t sure why.

  “One of the men has short dark hair, a long face, and a sharp nose. H
e’s the one talking. I don’t look at the rest right now. He’s excitedly showing a poster that says Mage of the Ages. He says why each of us was selected. I barely recognize the other three witches and wizards at the table, but I might have seen them at the Union Hall meetings. I recognize one of them, Morte. He’s hard to miss, and the suit guy really lays it on thick with him.”

  “Why do you recognize him?”

  “People make fun of the showy necromancer, saying the guy messes up more jobs than he completes. I wonder if they say that about me. I’m waiting for the suit guy to tell me why I was selected. After months of being assigned to the most menial jobs and making more than one mistake, I’m almost certain I was selected by mistake. If this is the best and brightest, there are any number of mages that should have been singled out.

  “The suit guy tells me that my reputation at rune precision has spread to the union in Los Angeles, Local seven-eighty. They’ve interviewed several reps who gave me glowing recommendations. Maybe I’m not as incompetent as I feel all the time. The Union is hoping to put its best foot forward for the Mage of the Ages, but it needs to remain a secret until the announcement. Leaks will not be tolerated.”

  “Did you believe them?” the younger woman asked.

  “I’m starting to. I go back and forth. I think about asking Rick, but what if Rick is considered a leak? This could change everything. I could move out of living with my mom. I could finally pay off my school loans. The suit guy starts to explain the qualifying challenge. We’re going to get a task, equally hard and tailored to our skillset. He passes out a packet of papers to each of us, telling us that a lawyer is on call if we need anything explained. After we sign the paperwork, we need to do our intake interviews. That’s when we’ll receive our first challenge. The most important part of this is our discretion. I already had to sign a nondisclosure agreement just to get into this meeting, but when I peek at the papers, there are several more NDOs. They’re giving us a week to decide, and then the interviews and challenge will start. I—I--” The older woman hacked.