The Werewolf's Ball: The Resplendent Alpha
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SEVEN
Tonya returned, laughing. She was shaking her head and saying something but Nat couldn’t hear her. The blood was pounding in her head. What had just happened? Her heart was thrumming a mile a minute and she looked at Tonya, her mouth working but no words came.
“You okay Nat?”
“I was just dancing with Ian, or rather getting dry humped. He’s got a freaking big dick. I thought he was going to lift my skirt up and do it there on the dancefloor. He actually lifted me off the ground. After the song, he brings me back here and then he licks my palm, sniffs me and then he bit my wrist. Shit. I almost came. What the hell is wrong with me and what is wrong with him?”
“Damn girl. I miss everything. Well, I’ll have to say, it might be that dress. You really do look stunning in it. I take it he isn’t Animal Lover? So, tell me about his dick, it’s been a while,” Tonya said, a wide grin on her face.
“Same for me. I’m not kidding, I wanted to claw him up on that dancefloor. He’s like a piece of hard oak behind those clothes. His body is so hot I thought I might get third degree burns,” she said, her cheeks heating up. Selfish Love was booming and people were bouncing around on the dancefloor. Nat grabbed her wine and took a sip. It had been so unsettling. Especially her body’s reaction. She really did need to get a man.
“Hopefully, Animal Lover will make his appearance and you two can slip away.”
“I just wish he’d get here. I’m starting to think he’s not coming.” Both women turned when another model walked up. It was Brian Hidalgo and his dark eyes pinned Nat to the floor. She knew him but she’d never worked with him. Cristian had. She thought Tonya had as well. His long jet back hair was up in a knot at the back of his head. He wasn’t as tall as some of the models, but he did almost hit the six-foot mark. He had beautifully sculpted lips and wore the close beard that hugged his square jaw. Beautiful was just too weak a word for what he was. He even rivaled Sebastian in beauty and nearly took her breath away. When he smiled, his white, even, teeth seemed to glisten. His canine teeth seemed just a hair too long and it sent a thrill through her.
She really needed to get laid. All these men seemed to push that deep button within her.
“Hey Brian. How’ve you been?” she asked and blushed when her voice cracked. Her eyes shot to Tonya, who shrugged.
“Hi Natalya, hi Tonya. You ladies look beautiful tonight. Would you like to dance Natalya?” he asked, his gaze seemed to penetrate to her soul.
“Um. Sure.” He took her hand in his, once again, she was struck by the warmth. Were her hands cold or something? What was going on? Two beautiful men asking her to dance? Was someone playing a trick on her? Setting her up for the butterface award? Pay everyone a dollar to dance with the ugly chick? Place a bet to see who could get her into bed? Her mind was suspicious, men just didn’t come up to her like that. Especially these men. These were the most stunning men that she knew. As they reached the dancefloor, Shallow, by Gaga came on. Brian pulled her to him and like Ian, placed his hand at her lower back and pulled her in tight. With his other hand, he took hers and set it to his waist and squeezed it.
Her mouth dried up. What in the fairy fuck was going on? Brian had a raging hardon. His cock was bouncing off of her body and he pushed her in so tight she could barely breathe. She inhaled deeply, trying to get her racing heart under control. There was an overwhelming desire to pull his cock out and swallow it whole. What in the hell was wrong with her? She was now pushing her body hard against him, grinding her breasts against his chest and her fingers were digging into his waist, holding on for dear life. She let out a soft moan and looked up into his eyes. They seemed to glitter almost an amber. Weren’t his eyes dark brown?
He bent his head and she thought for a moment that he was going to kiss her. But he buried his nose in her hair and she heard him take a deep breath. Any minute, she just knew he was going to cum all over her chest. She looked down but his cock was still in his pants, hidden away, but she felt it burning her. Her mouth watered and she wanted more than anything to kiss him. To have his tongue ravage her mouth. She didn’t care if they were in public, she’d suck his head off. Then the music began to wind down and he led her off the dancefloor back to Tonya, who was watching her with a funny look on her face.
When Brian stopped, he turned, gazing down at her, a soft expression in his still glittering amber eyes. He lifted her hand and turned it palm up and brought it to his mouth. She knew what was coming but was hit hard when he licked her palm. Then he sniffed and bit her wrist. The jolt went down to her happy place and once more, it was so close to an orgasm that her knees nearly buckled. She watched as he disappeared into the crowd.
“What the hell was that?” Tonya asked in a low, shocked voice.
“I…I don’t know. It’s exactly what Ian did and Tonya, I almost came. I almost had an orgasm. And when I was dancing with Brian, all I wanted to do was give him a blowjob. I’ve never done that; I’ve never been affected like that. Why? Why are they doing this? Is it some kind of prank?”
“I don’t know why? To what end? Look around. There are more models and they’re looking at us. At you. There’s Mike and Ross. Shit, Mike is coming over.”
Mike Wrangle was a tall slender blond. He had arctic blue eyes. His hair was loose about his shoulders and he had sharp chiseled features. Without saying a word, he gently took her hand and led her out to the dancefloor. Nat moved like an automaton. She waited for the punchline. Was she the punchline? Scanning the room, she realized that there were many men, watching her. Why? Oh shit, she’d already had her period, but was there blood on the back of her dress? Did it look like she was on her period? Was that why they were all staring? Something primal moved through her and when Mike pulled her to him, she could detect his hardness. He wasn’t tall, but he was solid and muscular. She could feel the hardness beneath her hand and his grasp on her tightened.
His eyes seemed to turn silver. Had someone spiked the wine? Did someone roofie her? Her heart was pounding hard and she was shaking. She felt Mike’s thumb on the side of her breast, stroking it and it sent shivers of craving through her. Was this her punishment for living in a fantasy world? She’d never had a man touch her like this. Was she so horny that her body was responding? Would she respond this way to Quasimodo? She couldn’t seem to help herself as she pushed her hips forward. Too soon, the song was over and Mike led her back to Tonya, but Ross Timberland was waiting, watching her. He stood towering over Tonya, who was looking uncomfortable.
Mike did as Ian and Brian had done. Then, he gave her hand to Ross, who in turn, led her to the dancefloor. She felt faint from the shock of Mike’s lick and bite. Ross was a big broad man with long dark chestnut hair. His grip on her hand was nearly painful. His eyes were black and it sent a shiver through her body to look into his eyes but she couldn’t seem to help herself. He placed a large hand at the back of her neck and held her in place as his other hand pulled her body unresisting to him.
These men were using her. She’d just been tag teamed by Mike. The men were grinding on her and she felt like a fool. But she couldn’t seem to pull away and Ross’ grip was firm. His cock pressed hard into her, almost painfully. It was as though he were brutal, like he wanted to rape her. There was no tenderness and she felt her eyes began to tear. She blinked quickly and sucked in a breath. When she let her breath out, she was calmer. She licked her lips and suddenly, she wanted Ross to hurt her. She wanted to be taken, she wanted it hard and rough. What?
Where did that come from? Why was she having these thoughts? She heard a deep growl from deep in Ross’ chest. It rumbled through her body and her sex clenched hard, preparing for an orgasm. Her mouth fell open and he dipped his head and he bit her lip, a snarl coming out of him and she had an orgasm, there on the floor. Her eyes were wide open in shock at both the bite and the orgasm. What the fairy fuck?
He led her off the dancefloor and led her back to Tonya. Mike was gone and Tonya was alone. But, behind her
were several more men. They seemed to be hovering, waiting. Ross stopped and brought her palm up to his mouth and licked her palm, slowly, deliberately. Like some kind of challenge. Then he grinned and her heart fluttered, his black eyes glittering dangerously and he bit her wrist. It stung and she felt the familiar jolt go through her and she had another orgasm. She nearly fell against Tonya.
“Shit, you’re bleeding,” Tonya whispered, shocked. She began to drag Natalya away when another man came up. He looked to be of Asian or Polynesian descent. Before he could say anything, Tonya snarled and jerked Nat with her.
“She’s sitting this one out.”
Making their way to the bathroom, Tonya shoved a wobbly Natalya in. There were several low couches in the nicely appointed bathroom. Nat’s legs buckled as she reached the couch and she practically fell on the cushion. Tonya ran to the sink and pulled several paper towels and wet them. Nat watched her friend. Her heart was thumping in her chest and she tasted blood. She brought a shaky hand up to her mouth and her fingers came away bloody.
“What the fuck did that asshole do?” Tonya said, dabbing Natalya’s lip gently.
“He…he bit me. Tonya, I liked it and I had an orgasm. I wanted him to hurt me,” she said, her voice filled with confusion and fear.
“It looked like you had another orgasm when he bit your wrist.”
“I did. What’s wrong with me? Did someone drug my wine? Am I hallucinating? Why are these men coming at me? Why are they licking me and biting me? They sniff me. Why?” Natalya’s voice broke and tears slid down her face. She was shaking hard now.
“I’ve no clue. There’s like a queue of men, waiting. For you. When Ross took you, I watched the other men around the dance floor. Most of the men were oblivious, dancing with their partners. But there were a lot of them watching you. They circled the dancefloor, watching and waiting. It was the weirdest and scariest thing I’ve ever seen. It was like watching sharks circle a kill. Or wolves circling a prey. Did you tell Ross to back off?”
“No, I wanted it. It was like I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him to hurt me, to fuck me with violence. It was like his violence was washing off onto me. All of the men. They held me and all I wanted was to fuck them. Climb all over their bodies, like I’m a friggen cat in heat.”
“This is crazy. We need to get out of here. They won’t leave you alone,” Tonya said. Both women turned and Sebastian stuck his head into the room. His eyes were large and Natalya thought she saw fear in them. Had he seen what happened? His eyes went to her then to Tonya and then back to her.
“I need to speak with Natalya. I need to speak with her alone.”
“You aren’t going to lick her and bite her? Are you?” Tonya asked in an angry voice. Sebastian’s mouth dropped open in shock.
“What? What in the hell are you talking about? I just saw you dragging her across the room with a bloody lip. What’s going on?” he asked, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.
“You didn’t see all those men? They’re watching her. It’s like they’re sharks and they’re swimming around. Ian, Brian, Mike and Ross came to ask her to dance. Each one took her to the dance floor and just about dry humped the shit out of her. Then they bring her back and lick the palm of her hand and then they bite her wrist. That asshole, Ross, bit her lip on the dance floor and drew blood, then he bit her wrist and drew blood again. What the fuck is going on, Sebastian?” Tonya was practically yelling now, her fists clenched at her side.
“I’m sorry. I can’t explain it. Please, I need to talk to her, now.” Sebastian said urgently. His face had lost color and that frightened Nat. She knew that he was lying. He knew what was going on, but refused to tell Tonya.
“It’s okay Tonya. I’m safe with Sebastian.” For some reason, she knew she was. Whatever weirdness that was going on out there, she knew she was safe with him, locked in here.
“You’d better not fucking lick her or bite her,” Tonya said, walking to the door. She disappeared and Sebastian locked the door behind her.
“You know what’s going on. Tell me. Is this some kind of prank? Did someone spike my wine?” She could see in his eyes he knew damned well what was going on. She wanted to cry. This was some kind of plot. Some kind of ugly game and it was at her expense. He walked toward her and she jerked back. He held up his hands.
“I won’t hurt you Nat. But this is my fault. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize this would happen, but this is all my fault.
EIGHT
His heart nearly broke when he saw the confusion cloud her eyes. He saw fear swim deep in their depths. He sat down gingerly beside her and looked at her slightly swollen lip. Fucking Ross. He was a monster and if he mated with her, he’d tear her to pieces and she’d let him. He lifted her wrist and saw the teeth marks. He put it gently to his mouth and kissed it to make it better. She broke down crying then and he pulled her into his arms. She wept hard and he rocked her and pulled her tightly to him. He kissed the crown of her red hair and shushed her softly.
He could feel his wolf, pacing back and forth, wanting to go out and rip the other werewolves to shreds. This is my fault. I didn’t realize, he told the wolf silently. Then you’d better well fucking fix it. She’s mine, she’s mine, the wolf snarled.
When Natalya had stopped the worse of the tears, Sebastian pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her face gently. Her eyes were stormy green, like the Atlantic Ocean in winter. He wanted to kiss her so badly but now was not the time. He had to tell her what was going on and his timetable had been shot to hell. He would have to make her his now. She would have to decided.
“Natalya, I’m going to tell you something that will be very difficult for you to believe and understand.”
“Why? Because I’m not smart enough?” There was bitterness in her voice. He knew why she said it but he couldn’t let her know that.
“No, you’re one of the brightest and most creative people I know. Look at me and listen, because your life depends on it.”
“What? What are you talking about? Why does my life depend on what you have to say?”
Sebastian took a deep breath. He blew it out.
“First of all, I’m Animal Lover.”
“What? You?” Nat practically screamed. Her eyes were wide and then they narrowed. “Is this some kind of sick fucking game?”
“No. I saw your picture on the app and I wanted to get to know you. Get to know you away from work. We just seem to be so award with each other lately and I wanted to get to know you,” he said. He was on dangerous ground now. The look in her eyes said she didn’t believe him, but he’d been honest, he just couldn’t let her know that he’d over heard her conversation. Her lips thinned and she froze, the pain hitting her and she relaxed her lips. He silently cursed Ross. Ross was a savage wolf and he would savage his mate.
He took her hand and she tried to pull away but he held firm. He brought her hand to his lips and she flinched. He kissed her knuckles and looked in her eyes.
“I care about you Nat. Over the last month, I’ve been thinking a lot about you. Do you know I went to see you belly dance? You were amazing.” At her surprised shock, he smiled again and squeezed her hand.
“You came? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was going to tell you tonight. When I’d come over earlier. But Bill Radcliff called me away. I had to go. I was going to tell you that I was Animal Lover. Here’s the thing.” He paused. This was going to be hard and this wasn’t how he’d wanted to do it. He blew out a breath.
“I’m a werewolf.”
She stared at him. Waiting. For the punchline. It didn’t come.
“You’re a what?” she asked.
“I’m a werewolf. I’m going to show you, but I don’t want you to get scared. You know that painting you painted of the wolf? I bought it. Nat, that is the picture of my wolf. That is the animal inside me. Those are his eyes.”
She was trying to pull away from him but he held her hand captive. Unless she c
hewed it off, there was no way he was letting go. He blew out a breath and she seemed to calm a bit. He knew the pheromones were working with each breath he blew her way. Though his body radiated them, his breath carried them directly to her lungs and body and bloodstream.
“You’re the one who bought it? Why?”
“When I saw the painting, I knew it. You said you dreamed it. Do you remember the dream?”
“No. When I woke, I painted it and then went back to sleep. I only have a vague notion. The wolf was sad because I didn’t know it loved me. At least I think that was it. Why do you keep saying it’s your wolf?”
“Natalya, I’m a werewolf. I’m going to show you, my eyes. Then, I’m going to let just a little of my wolf out. Don’t be afraid. He loves you. He has loved you for three years. He would never hurt you and he’d die for you,” Sebastian said. She was looking at him like he was crazy and she began to tug again. He sighed heavily, blowing another breath out. She stopped her struggling. He kissed her hands again. Then, he let his eyes begin to change color. They began to glow golden, like molten gold. She sucked in a breath but didn’t scream. Her free hand was now at her mouth, covering it.
“You’re…you’re not kidding. I’m drugged. You’ve drugged me,” she said, shaking her head.
“I’d not do that to you. This is real.” He didn’t mention that using the werewolf’s pheromones were drugs but he’d not really want to get into that just yet.
“Show me. Show me your wolf.”
“Okay. Just a little. Later, you’ll meet him. But remember, he’s loved you and he’s the one in your painting.” At her nod, he let the werewolf come forward. He was pleased that his wolf did so very slowly. That he just didn’t bust out. Sebastian felt his face push out, his face elongating into a muzzle. Nat gasped and the muzzle pulled back into his skull and his face became human once more. Her mouth was hanging open, stunned.