by Nikki Prince
“Damn it, you don’t play fair, Luc.”
“I thought you knew. Who says I’m playing?” He used his other hand to cup Bruno’s balls, holding them snugly.
“Fuck me.” It was more of a curse than a request.
“Soon, baby, we’ll be fucking one another when we have our forever mate with us. Now let go and take what I have to offer in this moment.”
Those words from him seemed to push Bruno over the edge, and he was coming hard, his cum coating Lucien’s fingers. He squeezed to milk the last drop from him. Bruno grunted and bucked into Lucien’s hand.
“That’s my boy…” Lucien whispered softly.
Damn, Ana needed to come around and quickly. This jerking each other off was getting tiresome and less satisfying.
****
Drusilla was pacing back and forth in the small hotel room, which seemed to make the place shrink even more. Anastasia watched her from her place on her bed. Drusilla stopped and pointed her finger at her and looked as if she was going to say something, then started pacing again. In her other hand, she had the card that Anastasia had gotten from Bruno.
She’d been debating if she was going to go there, and then this shit happened. Anastasia had been dressing to go to the club after calling and letting them know she was going to be coming. Of course Drusilla was making it hard for her to even get ready to go. The migraines Anastasia had been having of late only seemed to be calmed when she masturbated. What a strange remedy, but it worked. Now she had to deal with this shit from Dru.
“Ana, tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”
“What does it look like, Dru?”
“It looks like I’m going to have to hunt someone down for messing with my sister.”
Anastasia rolled her eyes. “Seriously? What do you mean messing with your sister?”
“That club it isn’t your everyday club. You and I both know that just from our visit.”
“I know it isn’t. This is just for me to go and get my money.”
“It seems rather odd yours didn’t go in but mine did.”
Anastasia shrugged her shoulders. Her sister sounded almost jealous. That couldn’t be. Drusilla didn’t get jealous, at least not of her, because she always discounted Anastasia. Her sister hadn’t said it in so many words, but it hung in the room like the scent of dead cow. The more Dru talked, the angrier Anastasia was getting.
“What the hell is this about, Dru? Why do you have a problem with me going to the club to get my money?”
“Don’t you think that Cinda could have done this some other way?”
“She probably could’ve, but this is where it stands, and I’m going.”
“Then I’m going too.” Drusilla had stopped her pacing and put both hands on her hips.
“Like hell you are. The invitation to go there was given to me. There’s no way I’m going to piss them off again. You’re mad you didn’t get an invite.”
She watched as Drusilla raised her eyebrow and smirked.
“So now this has turned into not only getting your money but also an invitation?”
“After the last time, Dru, do you honestly think I could just walk in there without getting one?”
“It’s just mighty odd, that’s all.”
“Let me have the card, Drusilla. I need it.”
Drusilla glanced at the card she held then back up to Anastasia. “What the hell does it mean when it says step inside? Why not just tell you to come by and get your money and go? This looks like more than that.”
“I got asked to stop by and get my money. Who knows? Maybe since it’s my birthday and Cinda realizes that, she’s going to get me a drink or something. The club is a fancy place, as you’ve seen. So I’ll dress up and go get my money. Perhaps a drink or two. That’s it, end of story.”
“Then ask them if I can come.”
“Hell no. You’re not going to get me into any more trouble than you have already.”
“What do you mean, get you in trouble? Shit, so you’re saying all the stuff we’ve done you didn’t want to do?”
“What I’m saying is it’s time to grow up. This shit about wanting to get back at Cinda has got to stop.”
“Now you’re on her side?”
“What the fuck, Drusilla? Are we in high school again? What’s this about sides?”
“It’s because we’re sisters!”
“Right, and no matter the circumstances of how Cinda came to be in our lives, she’s our sister now as well. Grow the fuck up.”
Drusilla gasped and most certainly if looks could kill Anastasia would have been dead on the spot. With a huff, Drusilla took the card and ripped it down the middle, and then she disdainfully tossed it on the bed, storming out of the hotel room to god knew where. The look she gave Anastasia was one of ‘How’d you like that?’
Anastasia was immobile for a bit, staring down at the card, which still shimmered but was in two pieces. Only Drusilla could be so spiteful. “One of these days, Drusilla Trumane, someone is going to take you to task, and you will not like it, but you will bow down.” She said this more to herself, seeing as her sister had left the room and gone off in a little tantrum. She didn’t know if she’d be there when it happened, and perhaps it was better she wasn’t, but Drusilla Trumane needed to be taken down a peg or two.
She leaned over and picked up the torn card and held it together as if she could put it back together. Why did it hurt that her sister had torn the card? She’d have to take it with her, though she wasn’t sure if she needed it; if she did, she wanted to have it. Getting up, she put the card down on the dresser and made her way to the shower.
It was time to get ready. She’d been stalled enough by Drusilla. The place called for club attire, so she’d make sure that’s what she had on. It was weird that she had to dress to just get a paycheck, but rules were rules. Dress up she would. Then she’d take Bruno up on that drink and leave as fast as she could. It was her birthday; she didn’t want to celebrate it alone. She’d been thinking long and hard about Lucien. If she saw him, she’d just have to be brave and let him know that not under any circumstances did she want to be with him.
God, that little lie hurt. She wanted to be with him in a bad way. The dreams she’d been having were odd in the fact that she had been dreaming of both Luc and Bruno. Why both of them filled her thoughts she didn’t know. In her dreams she was with both men in a forest. Lucien was the biggest black wolf she’d ever seen and Bruno a silver one of about the same size.
She’d never been with two men, though the thought didn’t bother her. Hell, it was called a ménage and when she’d gone to the club before with Luc in the past there’d been those who practiced that.
The club wasn’t just a BDSM club. It was a sex club that catered to everyone’s needs. A club that catered to so many fetishes the patrons were bound to be pleased, be that just a couple or more than a couple of people. She’d seen the sex at the tables as well as on the dance floors. It didn’t make her feel uncomfortable in the least.
There’d been plenty of times when Lucien had fucked her where she stood, just lifting her dress and taking her. What would it feel like to have Lucien within her and a cock in her mouth? Or in any of her orifices. She chuckled softly. It would be pure heaven she was sure. She sighed at the torrid thought and smiled, thinking it was a shame that it couldn’t happen. This was one fantasy that she was sure would never come true, but there was nothing wrong with dreaming a dream.
She didn’t want to be late. The shower she took was quick and the makeup she put on light. She’d chosen a red baby doll dress with a neckline that plunged, giving a view of plump breasts yet still enough to tease. It fell above her knees and a pair of red platform shoes finished the ensemble. All this to get a paycheck. She laughed softly. Well, that and perhaps a drink or two. It actually was quite pleasing to dress up again; she’d been just going to work and coming back to the room for too long.
The hairs on the back of her neck bega
n to tingle; glancing quickly at the balcony, she had the oddest sensation that someone was watching her. But that was insane. The room was on the second floor, which was high enough for it to be silly to think someone was there watching her. Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling. Maybe she was more tired than she thought. Moving away from the armoire where she was adding the finishing touches to her makeup, she strolled over to the window and opened it.
Peering out into the darkness, she didn’t see anything until a flash of movement caught the corner of her eye and she leaned forward on the balcony, holding on to the rail. What appeared to be two big dogs ran through the dimly lit parking lot below and off into the trees. Dogs? No, they were too big to be dogs. Those were wolves.
She must be going mad.
Chapter Six
Lucien looked over at Bruno as they crouched, both in their full wolf forms, near the edge of the thick line of trees that bordered the parking lot. It had been a close one, but both had been so enraptured at seeing Anastasia they’d risked it all. So in lust they almost got caught by her. Love and want made one foolish. The one thing that made them breathe easier was the knowledge she was going to go to the club. Bruno’s silver coat shone in the mottled moonlight while Lucien’s ebony fur blended completely.
Let’s just take her. Bruno the wolf stood and made as if to go back to the balcony where Ana still stood looking out in their general direction, and with a snarl the black wolf moved in front of the silver one.
No, now is not the time. We will have her soon enough. He bared his teeth, showing his dominance.
We’ve waited long enough! The silver wolf whined.
Yes, and we will have her at the club. Now come!
Bruno’s yellowish eyes spoke volumes, and with a low growl Lucien nudged him and pushed him back into the trees. It was time to claim their mate. No time to lose, he went into a run with Bruno fast on his heels. They had to make it to the club before Ana.
****
Anastasia sat in a backroom at a table of the club, legs crossed and hands on her knees. She was about to start getting impatient. Why was she being made to wait? If they were just giving her her money, there wasn’t any reason to do this. Where was Cinda? She’d thought there wasn’t a reason to be scared or nervous around Cinda. Truth be told, she was damn nervous. She owed her sister an apology. Maybe Cinda didn’t want to see her again. Maybe she’d be sending in her man, Nico Charming, to give her the money. Either way, at the moment she wished the earth would just swallow her up and take her.
This was almost like going to grandma’s house and getting in trouble. The wait was excruciatingly painful. She’d been there for almost thirty minutes when the door opened. Cinda entered with Nico and sat down at the table in front of her.
Cinda was dressed suggestively in a leather skirt and corset, and she’d never looked hotter or happier to Anastasia. Cinda placed a big box with a red bow on the table. She’d been so busy admiring how Cinda looked that she hadn’t noticed the box ‘til now.
“What’s that?” Anastasia couldn’t help but ask. She’d always been a curious person. Her grandmother used to always tell her that her curiosity went above and beyond.
“You’ll find out once we’ve had a little talk,” Cinda said. The direct mien Cinda gave her made Anastasia squirm.
“Okay.” It was all she could say. She was so nervous, and she didn’t want to say anything stupid.
“Ana, as long as we’ve been sisters, we’ve never just talked straight with each other. That isn’t only your fault; I take responsibility for that as well.” When Anastasia would’ve said something, Cinda raised her hand.
“No, let me finish. I want you to hear what I have to say.” She cleared her throat, and Anastasia could tell that she was struggling to find the right words.
“When my mother died and daddy told me that I was going to get a new mother and sisters, I was elated. I’d always wanted sisters.” Anastasia watched as Nico put his arm around Cinda’s shoulders, a true sign of comforting.
“For a little while, it worked. We were all one happy family, and I don’t know what happened to make it change. I don’t know if I just fantasized the whole thing and it wasn’t how it really was, or if something I did changed it. Your mother seemed to change on me and then the two of you did. After they died, I wanted to close the gap, but it seemed too late. I want to ask your forgiveness.”
“Forgiveness for what, Cinda? I mean, you’re right. We were horrible to you and so was mother. If anyone should ask for forgiveness, it should be me and Dru.” She shook her head in disbelief that Cinda could be asking for forgiveness.
“The reason I want to ask for forgiveness is there were plenty of times that I could’ve at least tried to speak with the two of you. I didn’t. Therein lies my culpability.” Cinda’s eyes teared up. Nico gave her a handkerchief, and she dabbed at her eyes.
“Oh, I see. You’re forgiven, of course, Cinda, and I wanted to speak with you tonight to ask for forgiveness as well. The plain and simple truth of the matter is that my mother was jealous of the affection your father placed on you, and her ugliness about that situation wore off on us.”
Cinda paused for a moment after Anastasia stopped talking, seeming to search for what she wanted to say.
“I’m sorry. So many times I wanted to say something as well, but I was following Drusilla. That’s another thing I’m guilty of and sorry for. Please forgive me. I know we haven’t been close, and we may never be as close as we could have been. I’d like to at least remedy that and forge a better relationship.” She reached over to cover Cinda’s hand with her own. “Please forgive me.”
Cinda covered Anastasia’s hand with her own and nodded her head. She was now crying as well. They held hands for a few moments longer, both women crying. God, she’d been so blind. Her loyalty had been misplaced, and she’d wasted so much time.
“I forgive you, Ana. It will be nice to have a sister at last. Who knows, perhaps Drusilla will come around, and we can all at least have one another.”
“Thank you, Cinda.”
Cinda stood and came around the table and held her arms out. Anastasia couldn’t hold back the big grin that she knew was on her face as she moved into Cinda’s arms and hugged her tight. They clung to one another, both of them tucking their faces into the other’s neck. Cinda pulled back after a moment, holding Anastasia by her arms.
“Now I did want to wish you a happy birthday. My gift to you is what’s in that box. You can walk away now, or you can take it. As the card said, ‘step through the door’. Even if you don’t, your paycheck is in the envelope inside, and you can walk away with that. But you can’t open the box here. You will need to take it up to the suite I’ve reserved for your birthday.”
What on earth could possibly be in that box? It all seemed so mysterious. Why couldn’t Cinda just tell her?
“Wow, a suite?” She clapped her hands in excitement. “After sharing a hotel room with Dru, this is going to be nice!” Cinda, Nico, and Anastasia all laughed. The tension had dissipated from the room, and Anastasia had never sensed she was home more than she did now.
Cinda leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
“See you soon. Don’t be a stranger. Dante will lead you to the suite. He’s waiting just outside the door. Oh and yeah, don’t open the box until you’re inside the suite.”
With that said they left, with Nico’s arms wrapped securely around Cinda’s waist. To find something like that would be wonderful. The love was just pouring off of them. The next question on her mind was whether or not she wanted to find out what was in the box. The answer to that was hell fucking yeah.
Grabbing the box, she opened the door and spoke to the only person standing next to the door.
“Dante, I presume?”
“Yes, ready to go to the suite?”
“Lead the way.”
He took the package from her and offered his arm. Looping her arm into his, she matched her gait to his. Whatever
was in the box and inside the suite, she was ready for a change.
Chapter Seven
She had butterflies in the pit of her stomach and by the time they’d stopped at the room, after weaving through half naked patrons and full on naked patrons, her body was warm with need. Wasn’t that just the way? Hell, before the night was through she’d have to find someone for herself.
Dante opened the door and stood to the side; she took the gift box from him and thanked him as she entered. He shut the door behind her, and she heard a soft click of the lock. She was being locked in? For a moment, she was worried. Then she shrugged that off. Cinda wouldn’t harm her. It was to keep others from coming in.
She stopped in the middle of the room, admiring it. The walls had been painted so that it looked like a forest; the canopy bed in the middle of the room was large and had coverings on top that looked functional. The ceiling was all glass, along with a tall mirror by the dresser.
The furniture was all done in beautiful cherry wood and the coverings in rich chocolate and gold accents. The room also had a really cozy feeling to it. There was a dresser, a closet, what she assumed was a bathroom door and another door that looked like a connecting room. Cinda had gone all out with giving her a birthday gift. Damn.
There was also a balcony that she assumed faced the back of the building, as the front of the building looked like a warehouse to her and nothing special. It was amazing what was hidden within. She set the box down on the bed and stared at it. Did she want to see what she’d been given? What could it hurt?
She leisurely untied the bow, letting it rest at the sides of the large box, and opened it, setting the lid on the bed. Inside was an envelope like Cinda had said. But under it was tissue paper that was obscuring what else was in the box. She picked up the envelope, opening it and seeing her check within. She almost put it down until she noted there was another piece of paper inside, a handwritten note addressed to her.
