by J. E. Cluney
Allison was unable to look away, and I loved the look of wonder in her eyes as she watched the erotic show unfold.
I knew it would take a turn soon.
This club was known as being a bit more risqué, and they were loved for it.
We’d come at the right time, as when the clock struck eleven at night, the whole place changed.
I glanced at my phone, smirking at the time. Only a minute to go.
The music built up again as their movements grew more frantic, the men darting around the bed and leaping around, their shifter eyes glinting.
All the other stages were growing more lively as well, and I knew Allison noticed something was up as she glanced around.
I leaned over, kissing the lobe of her ear as she quivered.
“Relax, you don’t have to get involved unless you choose to,” I whispered.
She turned, giving me a deeply perturbed look.
The music exploded with rumbling thunder as the whole floor quaked, and an announcer declared that the darkest hour was upon them.
Sins would be committed, and lust would be felt.
The scent of all the arousal around me hit me hard, and I groaned as my dick hardened instantly.
Allison’s jaw clenched as she saw the change in all the shifters in the room as men started whooping and howling.
‘Relax, we can leave if you want?’ Lucas asked, his voice cutting through the hot fog that had settled over me as I focused on Allison.
She was staring at me, a dark, heated look in her eyes.
‘I want to stay,’ she said softly, and Ollie leaned over to kiss her neck, suckling as she moaned softly.
Allison drew her eyes back to the stage, and I watched as they widened in shock.
I followed her gaze, smirking at the how the men were now on the bed, having their way with the woman there while still making it look like a dance show.
They took turns driving into her as she moaned and moved gracefully, and other dancers slid down their drapes to join in.
‘Does this place turn into an orgy?’ Allison asked as Ollie’s hand trailed down her arm before sliding under the table as he continued kissing her neck.
‘Yeah, but only for the hour. They put the arousal warding back up. We can leave if you don’t want to be here,’ Marcus said, not wanting to put her in an uncomfortable spot.
I watched her, completely willing to leave if that was what she chose.
She was just watching, lolling her head to the side as Ollie started fondling her more.
I knew he’d be affected the most by this, but even Ally was feeling it, despite her wolf side not being dominant.
Lap dances turned into proper sexual encounters all around us, and the topless waitress from earlier returned to our table, her eyes on Allison.
I watched, my jaw tight as her hands brushed Allison’s cheeks questioningly, and Allison rolled her head back against the booth to gaze up at the woman behind her.
The waitress took this as the a-okay, and she ducked down, kissing Allison passionately.
Allison hesitated only for a moment before kissing her back, and I drew in a sharp breath as my dick strained against my jeans.
Marcus and Lucas were watching on, while I knew Ollie had hiked Allison’s dress up under the table and was starting to tease her.
The waitress pulled away after a moment, smiling down at Allison.
“Come find me if you want to have more fun, gorgeous,” the waitress said as she flicked her gaze around us. “Enjoy yourselves for the next hour,” she added before strutting off, a handful of men pursuing her.
Allison lifted her head back up, her cheeks rosy as the horniness set in.
“Allison, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Marcus asked as he leaned forward on the table.
I closed my eyes, struggling to drown out the moaning and grunting around me as people began having their encounters.
“Yes. Besides, I won’t lie, I may have seen what was in store in Lucas’ mind,” Allison answered, her voice hitching.
Fuck, knowing Ollie was fingering her right now was making me wild.
And the fact that Allison seemed perfectly okay with all of this…
Our little pixie had developed a wild side.
‘Just for tonight, don’t expect this often,’ she said mentally with a chuckle.
A loud round of whooping had me turning in time to see a man taking his missus on the booth table while his pals fondled her boobs and did shots out of her belly button.
“Belly shots!” Lucas cheered, and the booth responded with more cheers and clinking glasses.
Allison laughed, and Ollie pulled back from kissing her with a questioning look.
“You want to do me on the table like that?” she clarified as she read his mind.
She glanced around, and I knew what she was thinking.
There were a lot of people here.
But I doubted anyone here knew us or would recognize us. Besides, they were all caught up in their own thing, enjoying their free pass with all the dancers.
More had come out of side rooms to jump into the fray.
“Guess I know now why entry cost so much,” Allison said as she winked at Ollie. “Skip’s right—they’re all off in their own world,” she said.
This was not the Allison I was used to, but this wild side, so alluring and daring, it drew me in like a moth to a flame as she moved to perch on the edge of the table, yanking her dress over her head.
Lucas flicked his hand, and I knew he was putting up some extra warding for us. People may be caught up in their own thing, but he still didn’t want us all to be recognized later on.
He was warding us off from the others too, so they could watch but not join unless invited by one of us.
Ollie lurched forward, kissing Allison’s chest as he worked off her bra and began ravishing her nipples while she played with his hair, her legs spread wide, only her little black panties covering her up.
Damn, she looked like a true goddess atop the table as Marcus leaned forward to trail kisses down her.
Lucas called a topless waitress over from where she’d been giving a man a hand job and had just finished, and she strode over to see what he wanted.
“A round of shots!” Lucas called over the now noisy crowd.
She nodded and disappeared into the crowd as Ollie laid Allison back on the table and pulled her panties off.
Being on display like this with our mate, it was oddly appealing, and now I understood why Marcus enjoyed the show.
For me though, it was because she was mine, ours. No one else could have her. They could watch but could not touch.
Lucas magicked Ollie’s clothes off at his demand, and Ollie was quick to plunge into Allison’s warm body, making her cry out in joy.
The waitress returned with our shots, and Allison suggested Lucas take on his female form to have some fun with us too.
Lucas obeyed, morphing to Lucy as he came over to me, his lips crashing against mine.
The female curve of his body was perfect, and I yanked all my clothes off, bent him over the table beside Allison, and slammed into him, needing to relieve this urge that was only becoming more unbearable now. I’d have Allison too, but I was worried I’d be too rough with how crazed I was feeling with all the pheromones in the air.
Lucy was more than willing to take me as she moaned and cried out as I screwed her hard and fast, the booth table rocking.
Marcus poured a shot into Allison’s belly button, sucking it up before yanking Ollie out of her and taking his place.
They took turns doing shots and having her right there on the table, while I made quick work with Lucy, flipping her over so she could get the full pleasure of my second head.
She cried out as she climaxed within minutes, and then I was switching with Ollie, who’d finished once already and was going another round, driven by raw instinct and desire.
Allison was wild now, her wolf side taking over
more in this environment, and she flipped me over on the table, riding me hard and arching back, her hair flicking around as she threw her arms out.
The crowd was roaring, and I gazed around as she rode me hard, grinding and bucking.
So many men were watching her, mesmerized by her primal desire.
I didn’t last long like this, and then she moved to straddle Marcus in the booth, riding him and screaming when he sunk his teeth into her neck to give her an explosive finish.
We went wild for the entire hour, but when the booming voice rang out and music died, everyone redressed and went back to normal, although many headed straight for the door, having gotten what they’d desired for the night.
Allison was well spent after the craziness, and even I was prepared to call it a night after all the shots I’d downed with the others.
Lucas had returned back to himself, and he opened up a portal knowingly.
Marcus picked Allison up as she laughed and flopped in his arms, having enjoyed herself a little too much.
We stepped through the portal, and I flopped onto the bed, moaning as I welcomed the soft pillow with welcome arms.
Allison’s soft giggles were the last thing I heard as I drifted off to sleep.
16
I awoke, my head aching with a dull throb thanks to last night’s alcohol fueled fun.
I groaned as I rolled over, grateful for the sweet kiss of the cool air-con, but it did little to keep my scowl away as I opened one eye to find an arse in my face.
“Skip,” I grumbled as I shoved his arse, not understanding how he’d gotten into the position.
Marcus had moved into the other bed since Lucas was on my other side, still fast asleep, while I discovered Ollie was lying longways at the foot of my bed.
“How you feeling?” Marcus asked quietly from his bed.
“Like I need to quit the drinking,” I mumbled as I slowly sat up, my head throbbing in resistance. “And like I did a lot of questionable things last night.”
“Putting on a voyeurism show? Slightly questionable and unexpected from you,” Marcus said with a chuckle as he rose. “Here, there’s some grog bog that Lucas brought.”
I sighed as Marcus brought the concoction over, and I downed the amount he gave me before sipping at the glass of water he followed it with.
I lay back down for a few minutes as he perched on the edge of the bed beside me, stroking my cheek lovingly.
“I can’t believe I did that. I got caught up in the moment. The feeling of it all…” I groaned.
“Do you regret it?” Marcus asked softly.
“No. It was fun, just…different. But at least I can say I’ve done it. You guys had fun too,” I pointed out.
“Not arguing that,” he said and snorted softly. “Watching you riding Skip in front of everyone, that was a turn-on. I like seeing you with the others, just a kink of mine, but I know Skip enjoyed that for the same reason I did,” Marcus murmured as he stroked my hair.
“What’s that?” I asked softly, the throb in my temple slowly easing up.
“You’re ours. They could all look at you and desire you all they wanted, but they could never have you,” he said as he ducked down and planted a gentle kiss on my lips.
I smiled, grateful that they’d enjoyed that aspect of it.
Despite everything, my wolf side had decided to awaken last night, although Lucas had a feeling it was the magic on the club during that hour, targeting shifters mainly.
The hefty entrance fee was well worth it to most with that special hour, although I could’ve sworn I hadn’t noticed condoms being used.
Not that supes really got STDs, but what about pregnancy?
“Magic, again. I hear the owner has a warlock contact that handles it for him. It also protects everyone. Not sure if you noticed, but a fight started earlier on in the night, and the pair of them vanished. The magic on the place kicks them out if they fight on the premises,” Marcus explained.
Magic, it still blew my mind.
But it was definitely a step up from the little strippers we’d been to. The outfits were more exotic and fancy here in the city, and there were more exotic shifters too and plenty of magical shows and effects.
I sat up, my stomach grumbling as I pulled a face.
Marcus offered me his hand, and I accepted, grateful when he assisted in helping me have a nice shower to wash away the stench and feel of sex all over me.
His hands were gentle in the shower, and there was no underlying desire hidden beneath his intentions as he helped wash me and even did my hair.
I returned the gesture, washing him thoroughly, and then he flitted me out, drying me and himself before we both got dressed.
The others still hadn’t awoken, so Marcus invited me down to the hotel buffet, which I happily accepted now that the hangover I’d felt had completely eased off.
It wasn’t until I was onto my second plate that Ollie and Lucas joined us. I’d enjoyed some scrambled eggs and bacon the first time before choosing pancakes as my second breakfast, which Marcus had laughed at. As if he could talk, considering he’d demolished some waffles and was now enjoying some danishes.
“Skip’s on his way, he’s just showering,” Lucas informed us as he passed us by, a groggy Ollie in tow as they headed to the buffet.
They returned with plates stacked with all sorts of greasy foods, and I chuckled as Ollie slumped into his seat.
“Bit full on last night, huh?” Marcus quipped, and Ollie waved him off as he sipped his glass of orange juice.
“You were demolishing those belly shots more than me,” Ollie muttered.
“Vampire, remember?” Marcus said with a grin before taking a bite out of his apricot danish.
“Did you have the grog bog?” I asked as I reached over to rest my hand on his arm.
“We all did,” Ollie grumbled as he stared at his plate weakly.
Marcus chuckled as Lucas dug in, clearly barely affected by all the grog he’d downed last night.
I enjoyed my pancakes, relief flooding through me as Ollie’s downtrodden demeanor lifted to something more cheery as he ate some food and the grog bog had time to work.
Skip joined us just as I was enjoying my last piece of pancakes, and he served himself up a giant plate of waffles before plopping down with us.
“You good?” Marcus asked as he raised an eyebrow at him.
Skip ran a hand down his face but nodded.
“Shower and grog bog helped. Only threw up once,” he stated as he stared at his plate joyfully. “Gotta love buffet food.”
I chuckled as he dove in, and the rest of us waited, finishing up our assorted beverages as he polished off his stack of waffles and golden syrup.
“So, what’s our plans today?” Lucas asked as he leaned back in his chair.
I stared down at my mug, the idea of a fresh hot chocolate tempting me.
“I’ve got it,” Marcus said as he rose and stacked our empty plates. I smiled gratefully at him as he headed over to the counter to order me another one.
“I’m getting my tattoo,” I said, the surge of anticipation coursing through me.
I was nervous too. I’d never gotten a tattoo, and I knew it was going to hurt.
“It won’t hurt that much. Besides, being part shifter makes it hurt even less,” Ollie assured me.
I had a feeling he was pulling my leg on that, but I just nodded.
“Besides, we’re going to a supe tattooist. He’s a witch. He can numb you if you want, so the option is there. Many people enjoy the pain,” Lucas added.
That eased my worries a little in the pain department, but I was still excited. I knew exactly what I wanted to get too.
“Hot chocolate for the gorgeous lady,” Marcus said, those frosty eyes twinkling as he set down the mug for me.
“Let’s finish up here and head out for this tattoo then,” Lucas said, and we all agreed as I sipped my delicious drink.
Skip frowned as his phone sou
nded off, and he took the call quietly.
“Hey, Mom,” he said, his mouth curving into a soft smile.
We all fell silent to allow him to talk, and his smile only grew. I could hear his mother’s excited voice on the other end.
“That’s awesome, hang on a sec, let me go outside, we’re just at breakfast. No, I can talk,” he said quickly as he rose and headed off out the side doors into the hotel gardens.
“Wonder what’s going on?” I mused as I sipped my drink again as the other three all relaxed.
Lucas cocked his head, but decided against listening in through our bond.
We’d wait for him to share the good news.
His mother had rang when she’d heard of the shitshow that had gone down in Maple Grove, even wanting to come down and see him.
She’d settled for a weekend visit from him, which I sat out of since we were still packing things for our move at the time.
I finished my drink by the time Skip returned, and he was beaming as he rejoined us.
“Well, they’re selling the farm,” he declared as we all stared at him expectantly.
“Wow, never thought your dad would do that,” I admitted, feeling joy for his mother.
“Yeah, well, after what happened with us, Mom voiced how she wanted to retire somewhere with less work, how the farm wasn’t the best plan anymore. Dad caved, accepting that he’s too old to keep working on it and managing it on his own. He’s decided to hang up his farmer’s hat for a seaside life. They’re going to sell and move down to the coast, somewhere near the beach. Mom always loved trips to the beach,” Skip said, unable to contain his delighted grin.
I loved seeing him so happy, and I could feel his joy for his own mother, who was finally able to get her way.
“We can see them more if they’re so close,” I added.
“Yeah, and now they can’t use the farm as an excuse,” Skip added with a smirk. “Mom wants to see us all in the next couple of weeks while they come down to look at houses.”
“They can stay with us, we’ve got plenty of room,” I said instantly.
“What about Samantha?” Lucas asked with a raised eyebrow.
