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Fox In The Hills	By : fusedtwilight Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 5459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Parrish
- 2-Ethan
- 3-Liam
- 4-Scott
- 5-Derek
- 6-Danny
- 7-Isaac
- 8-Brett
- 9-Jackson
- 10-Corey
- 11-Boyd
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- 4
Fusedtwilight: This chapter was fun to write, mostly because it is one of the most sexual chapters I have written so far for the oneshots and partly because it was fun to write a world where the supernatural and human worlds are trying to find a balance. I think with the way the world is today this chapter kind of resonates with certain issues going on.
Hope you all enjoy the chapter!
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Liam
"I can't believe I let you guys talk me into this," I said.
"You'll be thanking us for this later man," Mason said bumping my shoulder.
"Thanking us?" Brett asked, "little shit will be bowing before us in gratitude."
We had all just gotten off work. It has been a rough couple of months. Hayden my wife was pregnant with our second kid. I wish I could help her out more at home, but work demanded all my attention. It was one thing trying to raise one child but two would require even more money so I had to log in as many hours as I could.
We have been fighting a lot. I understand her frustrations, and I get her hormones are all over the place right now (to all you human women be thankful you are not werewolves) but between stress at work, trying to support my family and having to deal with her bitchy attitude...it hasn't helped with my condition.
Being a werewolf was tough. People think it is all fun and games. Running around under the light of a full moon and hunting deer and howling. But they forget that being a werewolf isn't just a blessing. It can be a curse, what with the murderous urges and everything.
You have to learn control, meditation, yoga, anything that can help you keep your anger in check. Because even though the supernatural came out in the 70's things can still be rough for us. It doesn't matter if you were bit by a rogue alpha and were never taught no better. If you ever lose control and even claw a human, chances are your going to be put down.
There was a case a few years ago. A teen girl turned into a werewolf when she hit puberty. Turns out she was adopted but they never knew one of her parents was a werewolf. Luckily she didn't hurt her family, but she did attack a few people out walking around her neighborhood.
She had only been twelve, add the fact she was of African descent and it made the whole thing one giant shitstorm when they found her and killed her. There was a strong outcry both from the human and supernatural communities. To this day her name is still brought up when politics are arguing over equal rights.
Add the fact I have IED and even before I became a werewolf was known for my...explosive temper. Well, lets just say I had lots of motivation to be as calm and cool as possible. But lately...I have been having issues.
I would never hurt Hayden, but we get to the point where I end up punching a wall and having to leave before I do or say something I will regret later. Many times I have had to sleep on a friends couch because Hayden and I were arguing.
I hated myself for not having better control. But when I spend nine to ten hours a day having to deal with stupid people who seem to enjoy yelling at me and then come home to an irate pregnant wife, which even a human guy would have issues dealing with it just all...adds up.
I have been asking Scott, my alpha and maker for help. Hell I have even been taking lessons with Satomi, Brett's alpha who has been teaching me Buddhist ways to cope with my anger. But that all just means less time at home.
Thank God Haydens sister has been helping out. Even though she is busy as a deputy she finds time to spend with Hayden and help her with JJ, our daughter. It has gotten to the point where I call her when we get in a fight so she can try and calm her sister down.
Add all that plus I haven't had sex for months now and was suffering for a severe case of blue-balls and I was about ready to snap.
Brett and Mason were taking me to this club in the seedier part of Beacon. The club is called Moonlight Desire the largest club in the whole damn county owned by Peter Hale of the famous Hale family.
It was a place where both humans and monsters go to mingle. If you had the right money or the right contacts you would enjoy the food, the wine and enjoy the views of men and women dancing on small stages for you.
But the rumor mill said there was another side to the club. A darker side.
They say that in the lower levels of the club there is an area for those who have a taste for the erotic. Some of the rumors I heard were so crazy that I couldn't believe any of it was true. But tonight I would find out.
Moonlight Desire was located in the old warehouse district. Once this area had been booming but with the economic decline the once bustling district now only had a few buildings owned by businesses that manged to survive the economic downfall. Others had been bought and either turned into clubs or apartment buildings.
I know the Jungle and Sinema were around this area, I used to frequent both when I was younger with Brett and Mason.
The building it was in was massive, the neon sign showed a crescent moon, beneath that was a woman with bird wings on her back and clawed feet. There were a pair of bouncers at the entrance. They were werewolves. I didn't need my sense of smell to tell me that, they both had shifted, revealing their true selves for the world to see.
That was another reason this club was so popular for both humans and supernaturals. The club encouraged you to revel in your monstrous nature. To show your true face for all to see. It was also a good way to bring in the tourists. Humans loved coming here to mingle with the monsters.
The bouncers held the doors open for us. The people who were in line (which was considerable) glared at us as we walked in. It was massive, packed with people. Strobe lights and fog machines were everywhere, music blasted from everywhere. The smell of hot, sweaty bodies and different colognes and perfumes overwhelmed my senses. There was a bar to the left with shelves of alcohol and there were platforms where men and women danced. They were all scantly clad, some had glitter causing them to sparkle when the light hit them, others danced on scarves of silk they hung from the ceiling. Their bodies twisted and rolled, like beautiful spiders.
I knew right away there was a more supes in here. Not just werewolves. Like with the bouncers outside the others in here all had their monster face on. Hell, some of them were the dancers. As we headed in, pushing past throngs of people I saw a woman with scaly skin and silted eyes, she had long, lustrous black hair and, her movements were hypnotic as she swayed to the beat of the music.
She leaned down, bringing her face close to a man who was gazing at her with a look of pure wonder. She smiled, showing a pair of nasty needle like teeth that made her look less beautiful and more horrific, but the man still looked at her like she was the most wonderful thing in the world. Her tongue flicked out and licked his face. When he stepped forward, trying to kiss her she stood back up and shook a finger at him and resumed he dance.
We passed groups of werewolves, werecyotes, werejaguars, wendigos and I swear to God there was even a garuda here!
No matter what the beast was they were all shifted, shedding their mortality to reveal the monster within. They reveled in it, these were not supernaturals who had to hide what they were, the people here loved them for their freakish nature.
People (humans of course) were going up to anyone with claws and fangs and asking for their picture. I saw one wendigo with a group of girls, bearing his teeth while they took a selfie together. After they were done they all kissed him on the cheek and he laughed.
It has been decades since the supernatural world came out, but it was so strange to see such...acceptance. If I was to walk down the street with my wolf-face on I was liable to have the cops called on me for causing a disturbance.
But here being a monster wasn't something to be hidden, it was to be celebrated.
"I feel like we are overdressed," I said.
We had come here from work, we got out a few hours early. Mason was able to pull some strings with the higher ups so we were able to leave before our shift was over. Both Mason and Brett told me I needed to blow of some steam and at this point I agreed with them. So while everyone else was dressed casual we still wore our suites.
"This is only one level, were going to where the real action is," Brett said.
We made our way through the club, both Brett and Mason moved in a way that told me they were familiar with this place. I wondered when they had come here and why they hadn't told me.
We moved to the back of the club. Where it was darker and more quiet. We came to a large door with a pair of curtains hanging form the frames. A pair of lion statues sat on the sides of the door and I saw a large eight-pointed star hung above the doorway. There was another pair of bouncers, only they were not werewolves...they were berserkers.
They both stood well over seven feet tall. Covered in leather and bone and built like human tanks. There was a woman who sat at a desk, she had brown hair and she was a werecoyote, she was in her shifted form, her eyes glowed a blue color. She smiled when she saw us and stood up. "I was wondering if I would see you two tonight," she said with a smile.
"Hey Malia," Mason said kissing both her cheeks. Brett did the same.
"Dad still got you working the top floor?" Brett asked.
She rolled her eyes. "He is still pissed I decked that guy who grabbed my tit. Some people needed to be taught the hard way that piss off is girl code for 'I will fucking hurt you if you don't get away from me!'"
She noticed me and frowned. "Don't I know you."
"Liam, Scott's beta," I replied.
She smiled. "Oh, see Mason and Brett decided to show you what we have to offer."
"Place isn't too bad," I said looking around the club.
She chuckled. "Wait until you see the lower floors." She brought out some clipboards from a drawer in the desk. "Just sign these. They are confidentiality forms. Basically you swear to keep quiet about any of your activities while you are downstairs and in return we expect you to do the same. Also I am going to need your cellphones and any other electronic device that has a camera or video on it. Should you decide to spend the night in one of our rooms your device will be returned to you."
We all took out our phones and handed them to her. She put them in a security lockbox and we handed her the papers after we signed them.
"You guys know the drill, just tell them you are with the McCall pack and that Brett is your plus one and you will get a discount on all prices. Have fun now. Oh and boys, don't forget to put your game faces on."
Brett shifted his face and I followed suit. She nodded in approval and waved to the doorway.
The two berserkers held the curtains back for us as we walked through the door. I looked at them as we walked through. They did not so much as glance at us. I wondered how Peter got berserkers for guards. They were not easily controlled, only a werejaguar or some other supernatural being with powerful magic could compel their obedience.
If he was willing to use berserkers as bodyguards he must be serious about keeping whoever is down below safe. Berserkers were notorious for being difficult to kill. Unless you were using a strong explosive or had some high-caliber guns you would have to be suicidal to fight these guys.
The second the curtains fell back the music suddenly stopped. I looked back to find out what was the cause for the sudden and unexplained quiet, I couldn't even hear the heartbeats of the people anymore.
"Relax, its been charmed so the music doesn't bother the people down here," Brett said, sensing my confusion.
"Man, Peter Hale is pouring some serious money into this place," I said.
"And he is getting even more back from it."
We continued down a flight of stairs and pushed past another set of red curtains. The second we stepped through my senses were assaulted with the smell of sweat and sex and the sounds of skin slapping skin and deep moans.
"Holy shit!" I said.
The room was just as massive as the one upstairs. Only this room was more like some fancy restaurant. There were tables were people sat and were talking with drinks in their hand or ate from ornate plates. Some wore masks that covered half their face, others wore no mask at all.
There were people who wore...almost nothing at all. Some were barefoot, wearing thongs or bikinis while others wore designer cloths designed to show off their assets. One thing every one in the room had in common was around their wrists was a paper tag. Some were red, others blue and some were yellow.
The room was a mix of human and supernaturals. Just like upstairs the monsters were showing their true faces. The whole place had a nice ambiance to it. There were marble statues of naked humans and shifters. Deeply detailed and colorful paintings hung on the wall, some people stood admiring their work.
It looked like a high-end club for blue blood to meet and discuss business or relax after a hard days work. But there were platforms, bigger than the ones upstairs. Only instead of people dancing on the platforms there were people having sex!
The platforms had built in beds with pillows. They were big enough for three or four people to lay on, more than enough room for people to have sex on, on each and every one there were between two to four people in the throes of passion. The platforms were surrounded by a circular table made from mahogany and there were stairs for people to walk up and down to the platforms.
In the front of the room was a larger stage, it looked like something you saw in a theater. I wondered what kind of plays this place would have for entertainment, the crimson curtains were close though if I looked closely I could see a pair of orange eyes peeking through to view everything.
"Cool huh?" Brett said with a laugh as he took in my befuddled expression.
"Come on, we need to register," Mason said.
They led me to a woman who stood in front of a wooden podium. She was dressed conservatively unlike some of the others. Her name tag said 'Heather'.
"Hi guys!" Heather said waving to us.
Mason and Brett greeted her just as warmly as they did with Malia. I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt they had been here before. I was going to find out how they found this place and why they didn't tell me sooner.
"What will it be tonight guys. Observing or participating?" Heather asked.
"Participating, all of us," Mason said.
"Great! What will your colors be?"
"Red for me," Mason said.
"Yellow," Brett replied.
"And for you sir?" she asked me.
I had no idea how I was supposed to answer. Mason however spoke for me.
"He'll take a red."
"Would you like masks for tonight?"
"You want a mask to wear Lee?" Mason asked.
"No...I'm good."
"And the cover charge?" Heather asked.
"He is Scott McCalls beta," Mason said.
"Wonderful. Your on the list then," she said with a cheery smile.
"I am?"
"Oh yes. Scott McCall and everyone in his pack are to be given an 80 percent discount off all prices."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"Because Peter is the one who turned Scott into a werewolf," Brett said.
"But Scott hates Peter."
"Yes, but Peter loves to milk the fact he is the one who made the true alpha of our generation. It's his way of trying to kiss Scott's ass and get him to lend more support to him."
Brett was gazing out hungrily to the people fucking on the platforms. Brett has always been a hedonist. He was a creature of the night. He loved going to clubs and dancing and having a good time. This whole place must be like heaven for him.
Heather had us sign our names in a book and than wrapped the same paper bands around our wrists. Red for Mason and me and yellow for Brett.
"Would you like me to have someone seat you or-"
"I'll get them Heather."
The voice spoke from behind us. I spun around, a deep growl escaped my lips. Mason had his arms us, his pants were moving on their own, the fly was being pulled down and I could hear kissing sounds.
"Corey, hey!" Mason said.
A guy appeared behind Mason, he was like a chameleon, it was like his whole body just bled out from thing air, first his outline appeared then the color around him faded away. He had light brown hair and thick eyebrows. His eyes were hazel and he was naked save for a black manthong he wore which showed off his bulge and rode up his ass, leaving his cheeks bare.
His hands were unzipping Masons pants and his mouth was sucking on his neck. "S'up sugar daddy?"
"Easy babe, save it for later," Mason said. He turned around and kissed Corey full on the lips.
"I've missed you," Corey said.
"Daddys here now. You been good?"
Corey smiled, his eyes glinted with mischief. "Never. I'm going to need to be punished."
"Uh, Mason who is your friend?" I asked.
"Lets go sit down and I'll tell you," Mason said. "Lead the way babe."
Corey took his hand and we followed them through the room. We headed for a table right in front of a platform where two people were fucking.
The man was some kind of creature, though I wasn't sure what. He had light brown hair and his eyes burned like hot coal. He wore a domino mask to cover his face, his teeth were fangs like a werewolves. He had a woman on her back who like him wore a mask just like him. She cried out as he thrust into her from behind, a group of no less than twenty people watched them.
I was shocked to see Jackson Whitmore among them. Jackson was a member of the Hale pack. He had been bitten by Derek Hale but the transformation went wrong and instead of becoming a werewolf Jackson became a kanima. A reptilian creature who had venomous claws that could paralyze even a werewolf.
Jackson needed a master, someone to form a powerful psychic connection with. Danny his best friend stepped up and became Jacksons master. Making him a member of Dereks pack to.
Even though they were not werewolves they enjoyed a high place in Derek's pack. Jackson was a vicious bastard even before his transformation. And Danny was a brilliant hacker. Jackson was a lawyer like his dad, he had dealings with my company many times.
I didn't see Danny, Jackson had a woman sitting on his lap, he wore a pair of shoes and ripped jeans but no shirt. He was partially transformed, half his body was covered in green scales and his eyes were yellow slits. The woman in his lap was grinding herself into his lap, at first I thought she was dancing for him, but then I realized his tail was up her skirt!
He was fucking her with his tail in front of all these strangers while they watched the man and the woman on the platform!
She suddenly went limp and his tail moved from under her skirt, it was dripping with her sex and I watched and she licked her fluids from his tail.
We sat at a table with a good view of the man with the fiery eyes, Corey took a spot on Masons lap and rested his head against Masons. Mason looked very relaxed and happy to have Corey with him. I was starting to worry my friend was feeling something a little too romantic for this guy.
"So, you guys going to tell me how the fuck you got involved in all this?"
"I have been coming here for years," Brett said. "I had friends who told me this was my scene and I told Mason and he met Corey."
"Nice to meet you Liam. Mason talks about you all the time. Sorry we had to meet like this," Corey said.
"He...has never mentioned you," I said.
"Well yeah, kind of awkward to tell your best friend you dating a whore."
"Corey!" Mason snapped, his voice stern. "What have I told you about calling yourself that?"
"Mason, I have sex with people for money. There is no politically correct term for what I am."
"So all the rumors about this place having a hidden brothel is true?"
"Oh yes. Peter bought the place and renovated it. The first floor is for raves and parties. The place you go to get really drunk and dance the night away. Down here is where you drink and enjoy lots of anonymous sex."
"I don't get it...how do the authorities not know about this place?" I asked.
"I am not at liberty to discuss such things...but lets just say Peter has a...understanding with the sheriff." Corey gave me a small wink.
I looked back to the platform to see the man now had the woman on her back, her legs rested on his shoulders as he plowed into her. She cried out as his hips pistoned into her. Jackson still had the woman on his lap, but his tail was wrapped around her waist and she was resting her head on his shoulder.
The man threw his head back and let out a roar, he gave one final push into her and I could tell from the way his body tensed that he had finished. The group clapped and one women called out "Shows us the goods!"
The man smiled and stood up. His dick was still hard, a condom- filled with a surprising amount of semen- was wrapped it. He carefully took it off and showed it to the group, they all clapped, impressed by the sheer amount of seed it held.
A waitress came up with a waste basket and he dumped it in and she walked off, no doubt to deposit it. "Hope you all enjoyed the show!" the man said. He helped the woman up and held her hand up in the air. "A round of applause for Lynda. This was her first time giving a show!."
More rounds of applause. Lynda (if that was her real name) smiled and waved at everyone. The man handed her cloths and helped her off the platform. She got dressed, two other girls were talking excitedly with her.
Instead of taking the stairs, the man jumped off the platform and walked off. I saw him look over at the stage and once more I saw a pair of orange glowing eyes that followed the man. He entered a door, one of many that filled the room and disappeared from sight.
"So...people just climb on the platforms and fuck?" I asked.
"Oh yes. Some people like to put on a show. Others like something more private. We have rooms for those who want something more intimate," Corey answered me.
"Why was he wearing a mask though?" I asked.
Corey shrugged. "Some people prefer to keep their identity a secret. They don't want to risk being recognized."
I watched as Jackson led his woman off to another door. "Jackson is popular with a certain crowed," Corey said seeing me watch Jackson.
"He works here?"
"No. He comes here to watch or fuck around. A lot of women are drawn to him. Women like the sleeping beauties."
"The what?"
"It's what you call someone who has a fetish for pretending to be asleep like sleeping beauty. Only instead of kissing she gets fucked," Brett said.
"He uses his neurotoxin to render them helpless and unconscious. Than he has his way with them," Corey said.
I tried not to think about how a woman could enjoy being at the mercy of a man-lizard while he has his way with her, but hey, we all have our kinks.
"Okay I don't understand how this works. Do you get paid to have sex?"
Corey nodded.
"Then where is your mask?"
"Don't need one. I'm not important enough to worry about my reputation being tarnished and no one can say how they know me without revealing their secrets."
Mason looked like he wanted to argue about Corey being 'Important enough' but he simply hugged him closer to his body. I was beginning to realize Mason really did like Corey, more than just a booty call.
"But both that guy and the women he was with had masks on. Does he work here?"
"Nope. See you can buy a partner if you have the money. Or you can find someone who doesn't work here for free. That guy and women were putting on a show just for the fun of it."
"But why pay for sex when there are people here who will do it for free?" I asked.
"Ah, but that is the trick of it," Brett said with a smile. "All the sex workers are supernatural. Think about it. They have us shift so the humans here know what we are. Why?"
I thought for a moment. "Because they want the humans to know who is supernatural."
"Exactly Lee. Everyone knows shifters have increased stamina and a great refraction time. Hell some can use their physiology to pleasure their mates in ways a normal human can," Mason explained.
"Plus we don't get STD's like humans can. So if they want great sex without the risk of catching an infection they have either pay for one of us or snag a shifter patron who wants some love."
"But doesn't it defeat the purpose to have shifters who work here and those who are just wanting sex?" I asked. "I mean why pay a shifter for it when you can find another who will do it for free?"
"that's why this area only allows a limited number of shifter patrons. Makes it so the humans have less options to chose from," Corey answered. "It's all about supply and demand. The humans want shifter lovers. But by making sure the majority of them are human we limit their choices for a partner."
"And even if they don't come down here for sex they still have to pay to get in. Lots of people come down here just to watch or have a nice dinner," Brett said.
"Why don't you go get us some drinks babe," Mason said.
"Sure thing."
He disappeared, but I could hear him walk off.
"Why didn't you guys tell me about this place?" I asked.
"The shifter community prefers if this part of the club remain...unknown to the public at large," Brett explained. "Besides, your married with kids, why the hell would you want to come to a place like this."
"Oh yes because it's not like there isn't a floor above us with nothing but dancing and music," I reminded him. I raised my hand, showing them the tag on my wrist. "And what is this about?"
"Oh that's how we identify each others preference," Mason said.
"Can you be a little bit more forthcoming?"
"Red means you are a top and a dominant. Your the one who likes to be in charge. Blue means you are a bottom and a submissive. You like to be taken control of and are willing to obey your lovers every command. Yellow means you are a switch and can go either or," Brett explained.
"But why would I-"
I realized why I was wearing this thing. Why they had brought me here. I had thought they intended for us to have some drinks and enjoy a bit of music, maybe find some girls to dance with.
But their intentions were far more devious.
"Are you guys fucking kidding me!" I spat.
"Dude chill," Brett said.
"Fuck you Brett! I am married with children!"
"And your so fucking wound tight these days that if a fly lands on your head your liable to flip the fuck out!" Brett replied.
"So what you guys thought you would take me to a fucking brothel and get me laid?!"
I could feel the anger rising in me. And with it the wolf. It snarled, outraged at their duplicity.
Brett glared at me, I recognized the challenge. We may be friends but even friends (especially werewolves) can get into some serious fights.
"Look Liam. Yes, we brought you here hoping you might find someone who could help you relax. But if you don't want to get fucked then you don't have to. Lets just hang out and see where the night leads us okay?"
I looked around. I know I should leave. But...I admit, I was intrigued. I have never been to a club like this before. The younger me would have jumped at a chance to be here. But I wasn't the carefree guy I used to be.
"I'll stay and have a few drinks...but that is it!" I said firmly.
"that's all we ask."
"Sorry for the wait boys," Corey said, reappearing with some drinks. "Two wolfsbane infused bottles for the wolves and for my man a little whiskey."
Corey sat back in Masons lap and he placed his arm around his hips. Mason raised his glass.
"To one hell of a night!"
"Cheers," we all said.
I was serious when I said I would not do anything to violate my wedding vows. I love Hayden. And the only reason my cock was hard right now was because of all the naked flesh and the smell of sex in the air. Not because I was expecting having some sexual encounter with some high-class hooker.
Seriously!
Stiles
I watched as my mark sat down at a table near where Parrish was putting on a show.
I knew who he was under that mask all too well. This was not his first time at Moonlight Desire. Nor was it the first time he mixed business with pleasure.
By all accounts this whole place should be busted for illegal prostitution. But Peter Hale had some powerful friends in high places. That and the sizable donation he made to the sheriff department allowing them to enjoy the latest weapons and the best built proof vests money could buy.
It was a deal my dad couldn't resist, even though he was loath to take the bribe. But with supernatural crime becoming a bigger issue he needed to look out for his deputies. Dad would have liked to hire more shifters to his department. But the powers-that-be still were not comfortable with having shifters in positions of power or authority.
Truth be told Parrish was only allowed to be a deputy to shut dad up. He had been in the military when a hellhound spirit merged with him. Parrish was given an honorable discharge soon after. There were shifters in the army, but the higher-ups didn't like the idea of Parrish being in the service. The way they saw it he was just like a newly bitten werewolf with no control or discipline and they didn't want something like that in their ranks.
They were fools to let him go, but what was their loss was our gain. Having a hellhound as a deputy had been a blessing. Parrish quickly developed a rep among the people of Beacon Hills. Hellhounds were notorious for their power a ferocity. If a shifter ever caused a ruckus all Parrish would have to do was flash his eyes and things would calm down.
Since Parrish was such a success dad had been allowed to hire a few more shifters. It was progress no matter how small.
When dad had first learned about the club he had been all prepared to shut the place down. Until Peter had a private talk with him. No one knew exactly what was said between them. Hell, few people knew they had a meeting. I knew, being the nosy little shit I am I couldn't help but ask dad.
I may have...stumbled on some of his files that were locked in his file cabinet. I went to him to find out why he hadn't shut the club down and arrested Peter (something he has long wanted) he told me Peter and he had come to a deal.
Even with Parrish helping out the station was still understaffed and underfunded. Peter agreed to give some nice donations to help the deputies afford the latest weapons and gear and still be able to be paid a decent amount for their services. And as a added bonus Peter gave any deputy a free ticket, allowing them to enjoy the pleasures of the club free of charge.
The only ones who enjoyed such a deal were the Hale pack. One of the very many ways Peter like to tempt wolves into joining his nephews pack to increase his numbers.
Dad had conditions though. The club couldn't be used for any illegal activity besides sex. So no drugs, no weapons and of course no human trafficking. Another condition was that his deputies be stationed here to report back to him of any wrong doing.
He had made it clear he expected those he stationed here to do their jobs and keep an eye on Peter and the club. But if they did chose to...take up Peters offer than that was their choice. Plenty of times I have seen some of my dads deputies here. Sometimes just observing and other times participating.
Dad had an inner circle of people who he trusted with the job. He couldn't risk everyone at the station knowing about the deal. Because of his superiors learned of his dead with Peter it would mean the end of his carrier and possible prison time.
Parrish was one of the few dad trusted to come here and do his job. Naturally Parrish always dressed like he was just another patron, wouldn't do good to have a deputy in their work cloths lurking around. A total mood killer.
At first he refused the pleasures offered to him. Even with that mask you could tell he was one hell of a specimen and plenty of men and women offered themselves to him. But like all men he couldn't resist temptation. Not when it was constantly right in front of him, offered so freely and willingly.
Now whenever he came here Parrish always had a bit of fun. My dads favorite deputy and golden boy turned out to to have a thing for being watched. He loved fucking on platform for everyone to see. He was really popular too. When people asked his name he told them it was Ryan, it wasn't uncommon for people to lie about their names.
He was a pure exhibitionist. Before he would dress casually. Now his cloths were more provocative, showing off more of his muscular body. Sometimes he would just stand on a platform naked, posing for the crowed and letting people touch him or kiss him for free.
I knew he wouldn't hesitate to turn us in to my dad if Peter broke his end of the deal. Parrish wasn't so corrupted that he would betray my fathers trust and turn a blind eye to anything truly bad or depraved. He may enjoy what the club offers, but Parrish is always first and foremost a man of the law.
As he walked off to go change I caught his eye. I gave him a wink and he smiled.
I have tried to get him to fuck me. But he always refused. The two of us had an arrangement. I don't tell my dad that Parrish has been enjoying the scene when he should have been on duty and Parrish won't tell my dad I work here.
I had offered sex to sweeten the deal but Parrish felt it was bad enough he was having sex on the job, fucking me would have just been another betrayal to my dad, though he made it clear that if I didn't work here he wouldn't mind taking me to bed then.
I knew he was going to go get cleaned up, than he would get dressed and resume his patrol, making sure everything was going smoothly.
My eyes returned to my job for tonight. Liam Dunbar. Age: 26. Just two years younger than me. He was a beta werewolf, bitten by my best friend and one of the local alphas Scott McCall. (wonder how Liam will react when he sees Scott here tonight) He was married to a she-wolf Hayden Dunbar who was pregnant with their second child.
The moment I laid eyes on him I licked my lips. He may be a beta on the outside but on the inside he was all alpha male.
I have known Liam for years, I was there to help Scott train the little shit. He had gotten into a fight with some college kids at a club he and his friend Mason had snuck into. Liams IED almost got him killed that night. One of the college kids had stabbed him with a broken bottle because Liam was running his mouth.
Scott and I had been there with the rest of the pack. Biting Liam had been the only way to save his life.
That had been a very tense night. The college kids tried saying we attacked Liam and Scott bit him against his will. Scott had been arrested and put in one of the holding cells at Eichen. Why they decided a mental hospital should also double as a shifter prison I will never know.
Turning someone against their will is an automatic death-sentence. Luckily Liam woke up the next day and told his side of the story. Scott was freed and the kids were arrested for assault and lying about Scott.
Of all Scott's betas, he spent the most time and energy with Liam. Not just because he was his first beta, but because being a werewolf didn't cure Liam of his IED. A lot of shifters tried to use the old myth that becoming a monster could cure any physical or mental disability. Although the bite could cure a lot of disabilities, it couldn't cure everything.
So we had to help Liam get his shit together because if he flashed his yellow eyes at the wrong person if could end in his death.
I have to hand it to Liam, he worked his ass off to learn how to control his instincts.. Not only for his own well being but for the sake of his friends and family. He was Scott's pride and joy, having earned the right to be his second-in-command.
And if tonight went right I would get fucked by him good.
I made from my spot behind the curtain to make my way out to my play room. I wanted to make sure things were ready for tonight.
I never thought I would ever work at a place like Moonlight Desire. I had always heard the rumors about the place. Every time I tried to talk to dad about it he would shut me down and warn me to stay away. You would think he knew better than to tell a kitsune not to satisfy their curiosity.
I was nineteen when I broke into his file cabinet, college was kicking my ass both mentally and financially and I was having issues paying my tuition. I had gone to Moonlight Desire to satisfy my curiosity but instead found my life changing for the better.
I was a natural bottom, I enjoyed being control, dominated. Submission was a part of me, having someone take me in a rough and forceful manner.
I remember my first day, I had come only to observe but had several people offer to have sex with me. More people than had ever offered in high school and college wasn't much better. But at Moonlight Desire I was the hot girl everyone wanted.
The whole thing was ruined when Peter-fucking-Hale recognized me and had me taken to his office. He wasn't comfortable with me being in his club. I was the sheriffs son and Scott's best friend. He didn't want to risk them finding out and getting all pissed off.
I left the club, told by Peter to never come back. A few weeks later dad was shot by some druggie who was all tweeked out on some new drug made from a frog shifter whose skin secreted a powerful hallucinogenic.
Dad survived; barely. He needed time to recover and between hospital bills and trying to pay for college I decided to make a rather...rash decision.
I went to Peter and told him of the situation and demanded he give me a job. He had tried to persuade me but I was adamant. I damn near got on my hands and knees (in a non-sexual way), begging him to give at least let me try it out.
He agreed.
The next day I found myself in one of the many secret rooms here, waiting for my client to show up. Peter had told me I had been specifically requested by this client. Even though Peter told me I would be in for a good time and I could back out at any time I was still nervous to the point where I felt like I was going to vomit.
I remember when the door opened and I looked up to see my client.
Derek...Hale.
I had been shocked, ashamed. I began to ramble and apologize, quickly explaining myself to Derek. He merely shut the door and walked over to me and pushed me up against the wall.
"Stiles. Shut. Up!" he snarled. He spun me around and yanked my pants down, baring my eyes for him to see. He gave my left cheek a smack, he laughed when I let out a sharp cry. "Been wanting to do this for years, you mouthy little shit!"
He pulled his belt off and lightly tapped my ass with it. He leaned in close to my ear, his breath tickled my lobe. "Don't try and be tough. If you want me to stop, just say so okay."
I nodded. I realized then that Derek was my customer. I was no virgin. I had a few decent flings but knowing Derek-I-am-a-sex-god-incarnate-Hale was going to fuck me and in a very rough way...I felt a sense of anticipation, like I had finally found something I had been looking for but didn't know I had been looking for it.
A few hours and a handful of orgasms later found Derek and me, naked and covered in sex and fluids, my body covered in hickies and beard burns which were sadly fading fast because of my healing.
Derek helped me learn what it means to be a submissive. To surrender control while keeping it at the same time. To not feel like I was a freak for enjoying being choked or spanked. Now even after all these years we still fucked around, only now he gets it for free per Peters orders.
I have worked here even after I helped dad pay all his bills and even after I graduated from college. I work here part time while running my own detective agency. By day I was a private investigator, but by night I was a man-whore who loved to be dominated.
Wasn't the way I saw my life heading, but it paid the bills when my investigation service was going slow and it helped me fulfill my needs. Dad didn't know of course, I know he wouldn't approve, but he doesn't understand my needs.
Scott had a tough time coming to terms. I had to tell him, he was my brother and I couldn't stand not telling someone. I convinced him to give the club a shot. Since Peter was the one who made him into a werewolf he gave Scott and his pack a huge discount.
It was funny how death changed Peter. I still remember when he was a lunatic going around murdering people and killing his own niece to be an alpha. Then Derek killed him (with a little help from me and a well timed lightning bolt mixed with a Molotov cocktail though Derek likes to claim he did all the work) and became the new alpha of Beacon Hills.
But Peter was a slippery bastard, he somehow tethered himself to my friend Lydia and used her to resurrect himself. He was still a sociopathic, power hungry prick but perhaps dying had given him a glimpse of hell or something because he has claimed to be a changed man now.
Don't see how running a secret whore house was any better but I don't have no room to be throwing stones at anyone's character. Especially seeing how he is my boss. He has tried a few times to get me to have sex with him, but I told him I prefer to keep our relationship strictly professional.
Technically Peter was an omega. He was not an official member of any pack, no one wanted him. Not after the shit he did. Derek allowed him to stay in town, but only because Peter is one of the few surviving family members he had left, and to be honest I don't think Derek could stand killing him again, once had been bad enough.
As I made my way to the room I had prepared for tonight I passed Jackson. He was walking out of one of the private rooms, no doubt with another one of his flings.
"Hey Stilinski, finally decide you want a piece of this?" he asked with a cocky smirk.
"If I want a piece of you I will just wait until you start shedding your skin again," I shot back.
He grinned that infuriating grin that I had been curse to look at since high school. You'd think being turned into an overgrown lizard would have taught him some humility.
Nope.
"We both know you would love a chance to ride my dicks." he rubbed the front of his pants, showing off an impressive erection. "You know what they say. Werewolves may have knots but knimas have two cocks."
I watched as a second erection grew in his pants. Male kanimas were known for having two peni like their reptile kin. Apparently it also made them twice the dick.
"You know length doesn't always make up for girth," I shot at him.
We both knew he was above average with both his peckers. But I would be damned if I ever gave Jackson the satisfaction of a compliment that would only serve to boost his ridiculous ego.
"Please, we both know the only reason Peter doesn't let me work here is because I would put the rest of you out of business."
Jackson thought he and Peter were all buddy, buddy. Peter was very friendly with Jackson. Always inviting him to his parties and even hired him as his personal lawyer, hell he even trained with him at the gym and they played tennis together all the time.
But I wonder how he would feel if he knew that when he first joined Derek's pack Peter tried to get Derek to breed him. Peter knew some people who were into some black market transactions and had some females that would increase the chances of pure-blood kanimas being born. Kanima eggs were worth a small fortune and apparently there was a trade for breeding them.
It was illegal of course, kanimas had the same rights as anyone else (in most countries at least) and since they were so dangerous when they grow up you could face prison time if you were caught selling them.
But Derek obviously put Peter in his place for making such a comment. Just because he wasn't willing to kill his uncle unless he had to doesn't mean he wasn't willing to rough him up. Derek didn't like Jackson, but his families connections made him useful and he was also a deadly weapon, he could easily take out a whole group of people with no collateral damage.
Jackson may be an ass, but he would not sell off his kids for any amount of money. And Danny would never allow him to be used in such a derogatory way. Which is why I think Derek chose Danny to be Jacksons master, he would always look after his best friends best interests, even when Jackson was getting himself involved in some dangerous shit.
"Yeah, because your arrogance would ruin the clubs reputation and put us all out of a job." he frowned angrily at me, before he could respond I continued. "You know, I don't remember you putting this much effort into trying to fuck me in school...come to think of it you didn't put any effort into it at all."
He shrugged. "That was then, this is now."
"Where is my prince?" a voice called out from the room. "I need my prince to come wake me from my slumber!"
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Be nice if these bitches didn't make me do all the fucking work."
He spun around and walked back into the room, his tail grabbed the door handle and slammed it shut. I grinned and headed back to the room.
I pulled out my key and unlocked the door. I smiled as I looked around the room. I looked down at my hands as sparks began flew from my finger tips. I clenched my fists and focused on keeping my power in check, I was so excited for tonight!
I admit I had always fantasized about fucking Liam. The anger in him appealed to me, to that dark part of me that liked to be tied up and held down. That liked to be told to kneel and beg and made to worship my lovers body.
I had watched him go from an angry, cocky kid with some severe anger issues to Scott's most trusted beta and family man. Many people didn't think Liam was going to make it. I sometimes even I feared he would one day lost control of his instincts and attack someone.
But damn if that kid didn't pull through and come out stronger than anyone thought possible.
But tonight I was going to tear all that care and control down. I would release all that pent up anger and frustration and I was going to make him love every second.
I did a quick inspection of all the toys. Blindfolds, feathers, whips, riding crops, chains, lube, scented oil, vibrators, a fridge filled with water and wolfsbane laced alcohol, mirrors, clamps. And of course my old friend Andrew.
Andrew was my second beloved object, a close second right behind my jeep Roscoe. Andrew was a saltire cross. A lot of my clients didn't come to me to fuck. Being a thunder kitsune I was able to pleasure people with a certain taste for pain.
A lot of the times people would pay me to strap them to Andrew and shock them. Sometimes it was for punishment. Men and women would come to me, asking me to listen to them confess their sins and beg me to punish them accordingly.
Some of it was minor stuff. A woman who cheated on her husband with his brother. A man who stole money from his job and blamed it on another employee or someone who skipped out on paying their taxes. But then I sometimes got some seriously messed up people.
An assassin who killed people for money, even though the guilt ate him up. Another who did time in prison for drug trafficking and murder but did his time but still needed to be punished for what he did.
I always preferred the perverts who just wanted to get off. They made me want to drink myself to sleep less.
I knew Liam was going to enjoy Andrew. I remember helping him train when he was younger. Tying him to a tree and giving him random shocks of varying power from minor to very painful, trying to help him learn to control the anger. I know it seemed a little extreme, but in his case extreme methods were needed.
Scott was pissed when he found out, we fought about it. He felt like I was pushing Liam too far and I told him he wasn't pushing him far enough. Scott may be willing to forgive and show mercy, but the rest of the world didn't.
The world didn't care if Liam had been turned in an emergency, or if he had a pre-bitten condition. Liam was a werewolf and the world (see humans) expected him to behave like an upstanding member of society of be put down like a dog.
A man commits murder he might face life in prison if he is lucky. A man who is a werewolf commits murder will always get death, no trial. Just a group of government trained Hunters armed with the best weapons money can buy.
Wendigos were almost extinct now. Some people thought that was good. Others pitied them. A wendigo can't learn control like a werewolf can. Hunger is a more primal instinct than anger, even more deeply rooted in our instincts.
They just couldn't control their hungers. Being forced to regulate their feedings in a way that went against their nature. Eventually the hunger would just build up until they snapped. All because of how they were born.
Scientists were trying to develop an artificial food source for them to help them control their cravings. But at this point it might be too late.
I wanted to keep that from happening to Liam. He didn't deserve to die like that, so I figured we would need some...unorthodox methods.
I admit, a part of me enjoyed it. Liam was a cocky little shit with a smart ass mouth-Scott was surprised we didn't get along more-and chaining him up to that tree and jolting him was a rush I had enjoyed. I was shocked to find out Liam enjoyed the jolts too. It got to the point where he even begged me for a stronger dose.
I obliged.
After I decided he had enough I unchained him and we had a long talk. He confessed to me that he enjoyed a little bit of pain. It was a secret he kept even from Mason, his best friend. He knew how people mocked people like him, making it all one big joke. That people who enjoyed pain and sex were either little weaklings with no will or were serial killers.
I confessed to him my own sexuality. How I enjoyed being controlled by strong guys and being dominated by them, but I had to keep that a secret like him for the same reasons he did.
In todays world being a supernatural creature was even more dangerous if people knew you like the taste of the darker things in life. BDSM like many things about sex wasn't a choice. You either had a taste for it or you didn't and sometimes trying to get people to understand that there was a difference between liking rough sex to being a rapist was impossible.
It was a turning point in our relationship, something for us to bond over. Once we convinced Scott that my plan was working he gave it the OK. Once or twice a week I would tie him to that tree and give him a jolt.
Sometimes we would talk about our kinks, sometimes we would talk about lacrosse or video games. Punctured every once in a while by me sending a surge of electricity through him.
I miss those days.
I touched Andrew and shuddered. I'd have Liam strapped to this soon. It would be just like the old days, only so much more!
Yeah, maybe I was a little fucked up. But just because you are fucked up doesn't mean you are a bad person who doesn't deserve some happiness.
It just means your version of happy is a little...well...fucked.
Liam
We all laughed as Corey told us a story about some of the pranks he used to pull using his power to make himself invisible so no one would catch him in the act.
I was a little uncertain about him. A part of me saw him as just some whore trying to get his hands on my friends wallet. I couldn't understand how Mason was okay dating someone in Corey's line of work.
But from the way they held on to one another and kissed I could tell Mason cared about Corey. When tonight was over I was going to have a serious talk with Mason about Corey and their relationship. I didn't want to be the nosy friend but I loved Mason and didn't want him to get attached to someone who didn't love him the same way.
But Corey seemed to be okay, the more I talked with him the more I liked him.
His parents didn't pay attention to him much. They didn't abuse him, just...forgot he even existed. As long as he didn't do anything too bad. Sometimes they would leave home to go on a trip without him, merely leaving a note and an envelope with money to help him survive until they returned.
"I always wondered if they would ever come back. Every time I thought maybe this time they will leave for good. After I graduated they left me to fend for myself. They left town to travel the world and told me I was on my own and that they did their job and it was their time now."
The displays continued to happen. Some times a customer would walk up to one of the platforms with a worker. Some times it would be a hetro pairing and others it would be a same-sex one. A few times it was just the customers going up their with their own partner. People would gather around the table to admire the performance and some would shout out requests or suggestions and others like Jackson and his woman would fool around in their seats.
Yet there were tables were people were sharing a drink or eating a meal. Not even glancing at the platforms. Sex literally was on the menu here, you either took it or you didn't. And even if you didn't you could relax and have a good time.
One table had a group of people playing cards and I spotted a group of men playing pool in the corner.
It appealed to me on so many levels. I could see myself coming here regularly with Brett and Mason. It wasn't just the sex and the alcohol, it was the power to be as monstrous as I want and not have to worry about getting the police called on me.
Though I do admit, the sex was appealing.
"Well, well. Look who we have here."
I froze. I knew that voice. I turned to see Stiles Stilinski. Thunder kitsune extraordinaire and best friend to my alpha Scott McCall. He wore a black pair of cotton pants and a white, button shirt which was unbuttoned, showing his chest and pierced nipples for all to see. I looked down and saw he didn't have any shoes on, he wiggled his toes in a playful manner.
He looked extremely relaxed and casual. His eyes which were usually whiskey brown glowed an orange color. But no matter what color they were they still had that sass and mischief he was so famous for.
"What are you three doing here?" he asked.
I began to stutter and answer, I was starting to wish I had taken one of those damn masks from Heather earlier.
He began to laughed and patted my shoulder. "Relax dude, I know what you are here for." he turned to the barmaid. A blonde she-wolf who was dressed to show off her assets. I had been eyeing her up, enjoying the view. "Hey Catwoman, a round for my friends here."
"Coming right up Batman," the woman said with a wink.
While she went to get the drinks Stiles sat next to me. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
He smiled at me. "I work here."
Holy...shit.
"What?!"
"Don't look surprised Liam. You know my interests."
I blushed. He was referring to when he trained me to learn control using his electricity to shock me.
God those days were amazing! I loved the feel of his electricity coursing through me, causing my nerves to scream. Feeling my body tense and recoil. Yeah, they were supposed to teach me self-control, but damn if it didn't make me fucking hard!
Sometimes I would let the anger control, just so I could give him an excuse to shock me. Because no way in her could I tell him I wanted more, that in pleased me in a sexual way.
Oddly enough it was this training that allowed us to bond. Eventually he realized I was enjoying it a little too much and we had a talk and I confessed my kinks to him and he told me what he enjoyed.
It is odd the things that can help people bond. Before Stiles and I would bicker all the time. He was a wise ass and with my IED the two of us together in a room was a bad combination. But after we talked about our fetishes and how we feared other peoples reactions things changed.
We became less antagonistic, and more friendly. Though he still through sass my way (because in no universe is Stiles Stilinski anything but sassy) it was more good humored. Stiles had only been a prick to me because he was afraid that if I fucked up and hurt someone it would come down on Scott since he was my alpha.
Legally speaking, being someones alpha was like being their parent. Scott had to share custody of me with my parents. It was one of the reasons why modern alphas preferred to grow their packs from within through procreation or taking in orphaned omegas. If they had to bite someone they typically went for people who were over eighteen.
But still if you were a werewolf and lost control and hurt someone your pack could face some severe penalties. Stiles feared my IED would screw Scott over, which was why he thought to use his powers to train me.
I admit, I considered asking him to continue training me even after I learned to control myself. But I didn't want to overstep my bounds, he was older than me and Scott's best friend and I didn't want to complicate things.
Erica brought us our drinks. Stiles held up his glass "To a wonderful night."
"Cheers!" we all said.
"Where is Boyd at Erica, usually he is keeping a close eye on you," Stiles said to the barmaid.
"Upstairs. He kept scaring the customers off if they got chummy with me. You know how he gets when he sees men flirting with me," Erica said with a grin.
"Erica and her mate Boyd are Derek's betas. They work here for Peter," Stiles explained.
I thought she looked familiar. Derek had a large pack, much larger than Scott's which was mostly made up of people he picked up off the street or transferred from other packs. Scott has only bitten a handful of people, myself and Hayden being among them.
He wasn't comfortable giving the bite unless it was absolutely necessary and would never do it unless you gave your permission. His own experience becoming a werewolf was rather traumatic and left a scar that still effected him after all these years.
"Only the legal stuff, we don't whore ourselves like thunder-dick here," Erica said jerking her thumb at Stiles.
"I know for a fact you and Boyd use the private rooms here missy, so don't be getting all sanctimonious," Stiles chided, but there was no real heat in his words.
Erica laughed. "Hey, just because Boyd and I are strictly monogamous doesn't mean we can't enjoy the other perks this place provides."
Stiles shook his head. "You've changed. What happened to that saucy girl who turned heads and could call a man with a snap of her fingers?"
She leaned forward, causing more of her cleavage to become exposed, her eyes became more sultry and when she spoke her voice was more sensuous. "I grew tired of little boys who wouldn't know what to do with a woman once they got her, I found me a real man who can fulfill all my needs and so much more."
A small growl escaped my lips at the sudden waft of pheromones she was putting off. She was good, she was very good. She had excellent control of her scent. Many supernatural creatures were able to mask their scent to hide the fact they were not human from other supernatural beings.
Others could control it to the point where they only emitted a certain kind of scent. Humans who had such dull senses wouldn't be able to detect it, but for those of us who had the ability to smell a flower blossom down a street, it would be like keeping your nose covered for a day and night, then walking into a perfume shop and inhaling the scent of it all.
I was able to mask my scent. But the only scent I was able to project was anger. Scott told me a werewolf is usually best a projecting the chemosignal for what ever his strongest emotion is. It made sense because of my IED. I could use it to help rile people up. It was useful during lacrosse practice when my team was in a particularly lazy mood or during our games when they needed to be more aggressive and less whiny about getting knocked down.
I learned to be careful with my scent. I accidentally used too much of it during a game and caused Finstock to get so riled up he got into a fight with the other teams coach.
For Scott he could project a scent of pure calm and a sense of peace. He always had a way of getting people to calm down if they were having a fit or getting you to feel like you could trust him. He was the opposite of what I could do.
But Erica's chemosignal was obviously sex, it was a wonder she wasn't one of the workers here. Between her good looks and her ability to radiate pure sensual pheromones she would have men and women wrapped around her little finger.
I looked over to Brett and Mason. Since Mason was a human her pheromones didn't effect him as strongly as it did with the rest of us. Though I did notice Corey was nuzzling his neck and whispering in his ear how they needed to be alone with Mason so bad.
Brett was looking at Erica with a hungry expression, he bit his lower lip, his eyes locked on her chest. "I'm going to try and get laid. See you all later!" Brett said and went to mingle with the other customers.
"Corey and I have a prior-engagement. See you later Lee," Mason said.
Corey took Mason's hand and they both vanished, that left Stiles and I. Erica smiled as she watched them all leave. She knew that she had caused them to react in such a way, and I could tell she loved the sense of power it gave her to know she had caused such a reaction.
I felt the same way when I first learned to use my chemosignal in such a way. The sense of power I felt to be able to manipulate people in such a way went to my head. My arrogance was what got Finstock in trouble and I had felt terrible afterword.
Scott and I had a long hard talk about responsibility and using our powers appropriately. It had not been one of my best moments. I was angry at myself for being an idiot and for shamming myself and my alpha with my arrogance.
Erica looked at me and gave me a small wink. She was still projecting some pheromones and it was effecting me. She walked off to go serve some drinks to the other customers. I watched her leave, thinking of things no married man should be thinking.
"So, I am sure you have a lot of questions," Stiles said.
"Damn right. Like how the fuck did you get a job here?"
He told me his story, Erica continued to serve use alcohol when we ran dry. I listened to Stiles story, asking questions here and there. Filling in the blanks. I always knew Stiles had a healthy sex life, but I never imagined it was because of this.
All the while the smell of sex filled my nose and with my mind becoming more and more clouded by the alcohol empowered by wolfsbane I was now sporting a hard on which I tried to keep hidden by crossing my legs.
I could feel the wolf in me, pacing back and forth in the cage that was my mind. Months of celibacy were taking its tole and my gaze kept wondering from Stiles, to my wedding ring to the red tag around my wrist.
"Looks like Brett is having fun," Stiles commented.
"What?"
I followed his gaze and saw Brett on one of the platforms. He sat between a man and a woman. He was kissing them both as they took off his shirt. He pushed the woman back and hiked up her skirt. He grabbed the mans face and pushed it right into her groin, forcing him to pleasure her.
He put his free hand into the mans pants, no doubt fingering the mans hole.
"Brett loves a threesome. Bet you anything he winds up in a polyamorous relationship," Stiles commented.
Brett was bi, but he always had a thing for dating more than one person at the same time. Brett had always been open minded when it came to sex. He never had a problem finding someone-man or woman-to share his bed.
Brett actually has been trying to find a couple to date. He wasn't picky about gender or species. I asked him why he wanted to date two people instead of one and he said he couldn't see himself with just one person for the rest of his life.
"No doubt...have you and he-"
"Fucked? Yes. Does that bother you?" he asked with a frown.
I shook my head. "No, I mean...it's kind of weird. I have known you for years and I never would have thought you would be working here," I said.
He smiled. "Me neither. It's not bad. A lot of my clients don't want sex. Just a little shock to get off on." he gave me a sideways look, the corner of his mouth turned upward. "I'm sure you understand."
He stood up and waved at me to follow him. I downed the rest of my drink and quickly followed him. We headed for one of the doors, like the one I saw the man from earlier leave through.
I shot one last look to Brett, he had his pants down to his thighs, he had pulled the mans pants down and was currently pounding his ass. He laded forward so he could suckled on the womans breast. The look on his face was one part sin and one part peace.
That was the last I saw of him before the door close. We walked through a small hallway and out into another room. There were these large windows where people stood too gaze inside.
There were people inside the rooms, all of them having sex. It was just like out in the main hall. Some of the rooms were simple with a comfy looking bed, other rooms were a little larger and had certain devices in them.
"These are the viewing rooms. The mirrors are only one-way. You can see in but the people inside can't see out. They know they are being watched but they don't know by who or how many are watching."
"Whats the point?" I asked.
"These have more space than the platforms. Plus these is something about knowing you are being watched but not being able to see them that is pretty hot."
I could understand the appeal. I imagined Hayden and I in one of those rooms. She would be on her back, her beautiful long legs wrapped around my waist, my hands would squeeze her breasts and stare at our reflection in the window, knowing full well we had a crowed of people watching us.
I doubt Hayden would be into the idea though. She wasn't as kinky as me when it came to sex.
I heard a familiar voice coming from the direction of one of the rooms. I followed it and peered into the window (which had several onlookers) and received quit a shock.
"Scott," I whispered.
My alpha was naked, staring down at a curly haired blonde who was just as naked, on his knees with his hands behind his back, cuffed together. I knew it was Scotts mate Isaac.
Isaac had been bitten by Derek, technically he was his first wolf since Jacksons transformation went all scaly. Isaac's father had abused him, locking him up in a freezer often, causing him to have a bad case of claustrophobia.
He was considered the baby of Derek's pack. Even though he was one of the first to be bitten by Derek. Scott and he became a thing in high school and they married a few years later. The marriage had been a big deal, it had made the papers and was even talked about on the news. The Hales were an old school family of werewolves and although Isaac was not a Hale by blood he was still considered a Hale since Derek was his maker.
The marriage of one of Derek Hales betas to the true alpha of Beacon Hills was the stuff of legend. Partly because their union sealed the alliance between Derek and Scott and because they were both men. They became iconic to many LGBT people. Everyone just loved the story of the formally abused beta finding love with a strong, handsome alpha male.
I wonder what the papers would think if they saw them now.
Isaac was sucking Scott's cock while Scott praised him. I could hear them speaking on a speaker hanging over the window.
"that's right baby, your so fucking good for me," Scott cooed. "My sweet Isaac, alpha is so proud of you. Gonna fuck you real good. Just like how you like it. All tied up and helpless. But you love it, right baby? Love having me hold you down and take you like a bitch. You know your alpha will take good care of you, just like you deserve."
"Yes alpha, yes!" Isaac moaned.
"They are all watching you baby. Watching you act like a good boy for your alpha, showing them what it means to be an omega."
Omega had many meanings in the werewolf community. It could mean A) A lone wolf either kicked out or a survivor from a decimated pack. B) A wolf who was the pack bitch. Who suffered obscene amounts of physical and verbal abuse from his packmates for their joy. C) To describe someone who is submissive.
Technically there were only two types of werewolves, betas and alphas. There was no physical or supernatural differences about being an omega. Your eyes didn't change color, but you were weaker since you didn't have a pack to draw extra strength from.
Being called an omega was very offensive for a werewolf. You might as well call someone weak or unloved. It was also used to describe someone as a slut or whore. There were plenty of omegas who had joined packs to be used for sex. Because it was better to be the pack whore than to be a lone wolf.
So it was shocking to hear Scott call Isaac that, especially considering Isaac's history. But Isaac didn't seem bothered by it, in fact he responded to Scotts words enthusiastically.
The crowed watching all commented on their performance.
"Oh my, I never thought the true alpha would speak to his mate in such a way," one woman commented to another.
"A alpha is an alpha no matter how pure his heart is," he companion replied. "I can't blame him. His mate is such an eager little thing, it's making me so hot just watching them."
The other woman giggled. "I know. They look so adorable together in the papers. If only people knew how kinky they really are."
"Now that is how a real alpha is supposed to behave," one man said. "Derek really hit the jackpot with this one."
People thought Derek bit Scott to help cure him of his asthma. The truth was Peter had bitten him, after he came out of his six year coma Peter went crazy. He lured his niece to Beacon and killed her so he could take her alpha power. He bit Scott to start his own pack and help him take revenge on Kate Argent and her accomplices who helped her burn the Hale mansion with Peter and the rest of his family inside.
Peter survived but was severely burned. Derek and Laura survived but only because they had been in school, their little sister Cora survived as well, apparently she had snuck out to go chase some animals in the woods.
The rest of the Hales all died a terrible death.
Peter got his wish, he not only exposed Kate for what she did but he took her life as well as the life of those who aided her. Derek killed him and became the alpha. But the whole thing had to be covered up.
If people knew Peter Hale-a werewolf-had murdered his own niece and a whole bunch of other people-humans-in cold blood it would give ammunition to people like Kate's father Gerard Argent who were trying to prove to the world anything with fangs and claws was dangerous and needed to be contained or put down.
So the official story was that Laura and the others had been killed by Kate who was trying to cover her tracks and Derek became the alpha after her death and he had killed Kate when she came after him and Cora. There had been an investigation and Derek had to go to court. But all the pro-supernatural supporters were on Derek's side and the Hales were a loved and respected family in with the human and supernatural world so the case was pretty much a done deal.
But then Peter had to come back to life and apparently being dead had made him see the light…metaphorically speaking. He claimed to have turned over a new leaf and so far has managed to behave, obviously to a certain extent but he hasn't tried to kill anyone.
If the truth came out Peter would be in deep shit, but so would a lot of other people. Stiles dad included seeing how he helped cover up what really happened.
Scott grabbed Isaac by the shoulders and made him stand up. He grabbed his face and kissed him. Isaac opened his mouth obediently as Scott licked the inside of his mouth.
"Fuck I love the taste of me inside your mouth!" he growled.
He spun Isaac around and pushed him against the window. Isaac moaned as his cock was pressed against the glass, smearing it with his cum.
"I just love seeing a man dominate someone taller than him," another woman spoke. "Something about the size difference just does it for me."
The way they all spoke was like they were critiquing a piece of art, not like they were watching a pair of guys fucking. To them this was just another day at Moonlight Desire. Isaac and Scott were just another show for their pleasure.
Scott got behind Isaac and spat on his cock, I watched as he roughly entered Isaac, causing the beta to cry out in a pained whimper. Scott didn't stop, he began a quick and brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping skin mixed with Isaac's sweet whimpers and Scott's harsh groans sounded from the speaker.
Which apparently was in surround sound.
that's my alpha! I thought to myself
Scott was my alpha, my maker. We were like family. He took me from a cocky little punk with a disorder and helped raise me into something more. Yet here I was watching him fuck his mate and instead of feeling disgusted or embarrassed I felt...aroused and even...Prideful?
The hand holding the glass shook as I drank from it. My dick was full on hard in my pants as I watched Scott fuck with more force than I thought him capable of.
Scott who was always so gentle, and loving to others. Who was willing to give second chances to those who committed the most heinous of acts. Was now saying such savage and harsh words to his own mate as he took him like a john taking a whore.
But no matter what words Scott used the tone he used, although firm and demanding was always lit with a gentleness and a sense of love. And Isaac cried out and moaned in response to both his words and cock.
The smell of sex filled the air, everyone was radiating it as they watched Scott plow into Isaac. I wanted to cheer Scott on, to yell out encouragement and offer ideas on what to do next. This was a different side of Scott and Isaac I was seeing, a part I didn't know exist, a part I was more than familiar with and that made feel connected to them in a way I didn't before.
"Not bad huh."
I was so engrossed with the show I had forgotten about Stiles. He stood next to me, watching his best friend fuck his mate, a look of amusement on his face.
"Does he know you work here?"
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I told him about a year after I started working here. He started to become suspicious and I...I wanted to tell someone. Someone important. I could never tell my dad, but Scott was my brother and I felt bad for not being honest with him. He was angry at first. Than I convinced him to come here and see what it was about." he laughed. "He had his reservations but when he saw how happy it made me he promised he wouldn't tell my dad."
"When did he and Isaac start...doing this?" I asked.
Scott had spun Isaac around and lifted him up, Isaac wrapped his legs around Scott's waist. He pressed Isaac against the glass, causing us all to get a great view of Isaacs pale ass being flattened against the glass. As Scott resumed pounding into him I wondered if the glass was re-enforced because Scott was really putting some strength into his thrusts.
"It was a little after they got married. Scott came to me because he and Isaac were having issues. Isaac wanted Scott to be more forceful during sex. But Scott wasn't comfortable being as harsh as Isaac wanted. He felt like he was taking advantage of Isaac because of his history. So Derek and I brought them here and we showed them the ropes...literally."
"Derek?" I asked.
Stiles grinned. "Isaac may be Scott's mate but he'll always be Derek's beta, his first-born in a way. While Scott was talking to me Isaac had gone to Derek to ask for his advice. Derek used to top Isaac before he started dating Scott. Derek and I talked them and convinced Scott to come here with Isaac and we talked more in depth in one of the private rooms and Derek and I showed Scott the difference between BDSM and real abuse."
I almost asked if it wasn't a little incestuous for Derek to have sex with one of the wolves he bit but decided against it.
"Scott actually watched you and Derek fuck?" I asked in surprise.
"Not at first. Scott wasn't going to just cave after one day. We scheduled a meet up to talk and Derek and I would give a demonstration. Just simple stuff. No sex. After three months Derek and I went into the hardcore stuff and Scott watched as Derek tied me up with rope and fucked me from behind."
He leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
"It was so fucking hot. He got so hard he couldn't help but jerk off as he watched us."
I shivered, his breath ghosted so close to my ear. It sent shivers down my spine and made goosebumps rise from my neck to my arms.
"Scott eventually agreed to try doing more rough sex with Isaac, to try and dominate him. But he asked Derek and I be there. He was so nervous he might hurt Isaac he had some performance issues. Luckily Isaac was determined to get Scott to top him. Now look at the both of them, fucking like pros."
Scott had moved, turning the both of them to the side giving us a different view of the both of them. Isaac had to wrap his legs and arms tighter around Scott to stay on him, he rested his head between Scott's neck and shoulder, his hair damp with sweat. Scott wasn't looking at him, instead he was staring right at the window, his eyes blazed crimson and his fangs exposed in a wicked smile. He got off on the idea of being watched. I could sense it!
I felt like I was looking into some crazy bizarre world where Scott McCall wasn't the friendly laid back guy who feared his own nature. I had so rarely seen Scott's bad side that I often forgot he even had one. But this wasn't his bad side...just something closer to the wild primal part, the gray part of our soul where good and evil blend together with no definite line.
I could sense Scott, through our connection born from the bite and refined through years of training and love and friendship. I could almost taste his pleasure on my tongue, if I closed my eyes and dug into the connection I could almost smell the scent of Isaac and taste his sweat and skin on my tongue.
I wondered if Scott could sense me?
Everyone knew Scott was capable of great things. True alphas had stronger abilities than normal alphas. There were times (especially on the nights of a full moon) when I could sense his emotions as if they were my own. Sometimes if I needed to find him I didn't need to track his scent, I merely needed to follow the tug in my heart.
If Scott called me I would gladly go in there. All he would have to do is send that little psychic call through our link and I would go to him. But Scott would never do that. Even after all these years he was still skittish about using his powers.
One of the men in the crowed (A werewolf) stepped closer to the glass, looking at Scott, mesmerized by his glory. He placed his hand over Scotts, the only thing separating them was the glass.
The second his hand touched the glass the man gasped and Scott's eyes turned to look at him. The mans eyes glowed yellow as he breathed out the words with reverence. "Alpha."
I felt a sudden surge of jealousy and indignation, this man wasn't pack! Scott was not his alpha he was mine! I knew the man couldn't help, Scott had this effect on all werewolves. He was the true alpha, his power called to all.
But that didn't stop me from shoving my drink at Stiles and pushing my way forward. I pushed the mans shoulder, causing him to stumble. He growled at me and bared his fangs. I reacted in kind, letting my claws come out. The crowed gasped and back up.
"Mine!" I snarled at him.
I put every ounce of power and authority in that single word. Dominance was an important thing for us werewolves. I may not be an alpha, but I was Scott's first beta and his second, if anyone was going to connect with him it was me! Not some strange wolf!
The wolf bowed his head respectfully. He backed up and rejoined the crowed.
I turned to look at Scott who now looked a little confused. Did he sense me? Did our connection suddenly ring with anger and indignation? Could he hear us through the glass?
I placed my hand over his just like the man had. The connection sparked to life, if Scott didn't know I was here before he did now. His eyes widened in surprise and his lips pulled back in a terrifying grin.
"My Liam," he said.
A sense of pleasure filled me when he called me his. I could sense he was both surprised and delighted I was here.
"Scott, my alpha," I whispered in longing.
I was sure Scott could sense my willingness to submit, to surrender myself to him. Only him. My maker, my alpha. I was always one to take control when it came to sex, Mason was right to assign me the red tag. But right now I would willingly go blue if Scott wanted. All he had to do was give the order and I would go to him and offer myself to him as was his right.
He stopped thrusting into Isaac. He looked right at me, stared right into my eyes. "Go have fun Liam."
He carried Isaac to the bed, breaking our connection and I whimpered in response. I whimpered, though I could still feel him the connection was not as strong and I could feel Scott closing it.
Go have fun Liam he had said, but I got the impression from him from our connection that he meant for me to enjoy myself with someone else.
I turned to look at the crowed, they began to clap. Those who were werewolves had tears in their eyes. They knew what had transpired, that I had offered myself to my alpha for sex. Even though he hadn't accepted they still loved what they saw."
"That was beautiful," one of the women from earlier said.
"You are very lucky to have him as your alpha," the guy I had growled at said, sounding sincere.
I walked past the crowed, some of them patted me on the shoulder as I walked past. Stiles was looking rather impressed.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah just feeling…."
"Rejected?" Stiles asked.
I nodded.
"Scott is strictly monogamous with Isaac. They invite no one to join them. They just like to show off. And believe me, they have had a lot of offers."
"He told me to go have fun...but I could feel through the bond that he meant for me to go...sleep with someone else."
"Come on," he said putting his arm around my shoulders. "Lets go look around."
We walked around, looking into other rooms. Joining the crowds who were observing. People recognized Stiles, a lot of people stopped watching to say hi to him and ask for his opinion on what was going on in a room.
I was mostly quiet, barely paying any attention and even when Stiles asked what I thought about all the fucking going on I could barely stutter a response.
My mind was spinning. Too much info, learning too much about the people in my pack. Seeing and smelling all this sex. I was getting more and more restless.
As we made our way deeper into the depths of the club Stiles suddenly stopped. "Check this out."
He pulled me over to another window. Inside was Danny, Jacksons friend and master. He was naked, he sat on all floors and he was being spit-roasted by a pair of familiar twins.
Ethan and Aiden Stein. They were my packmates, one of the many werewolves to join Scott's pack. They were the only blue eyed wolves in our pack. To have blue eyes instead of the yellow eyes of a beta or the red eyes of an alpha meant you had taken an innocent life. It was the werewolf equivalent of the mark of Cain. Only this mark didn't offer and divine protection. This merely told the whole world you had innocent blood on your hands.
They were infamous, having once been alphas but they had sacrificed their alpha spark to save Danny (whom Ethan fell in love with) when he had been poisoned by an evil druid. The only reason Scott let them join his pack was because they had given up their power to save Danny.
They had to wear special contacts to make their eyes appear yellow when they glowed. If they were seen with blue eyes it would be an automatic death sentence. The whole world knew how werewolves got blue eyes. There would be no questions asked.
Just death.
They got their contacts from Derek. He used to use them before he became an alpha. I don't know where he got them from. All I knew was it came from someone or some group that worked in the shadow market. A secret organization that helped supernaturals with...special needs.
If you were a wendigo and needed some some meat but couldn't risk hunting without being discovered the market would get it for you; no questions asked.
A vampire who wanted some virgin blood.
A nagual who needed some new berserkers.
A blue eyed werewolf who needed special contacts.
They could get you what you needed. They were quicker than the legal channels but that was because they used illegal means. Just being associated with them was dangerous, but in times like these you need all the resources you can get.
Danny was technically part of Derek's pack and to be honest probably would fit better with Derek's pack than Scotts. But they wanted Scott since he was the true alpha, and to be honest I think being with us had helped them mellow out and become less violent.
What was really shocking about the whole thing was that both of the brothers were banging Danny (to be honest I couldn't tell which was Aiden and which was Ethan) Ethan was the gay one and Aiden the straight guy, he was known for being a womanizer. Yet here he was boning his brothers boyfriend and having a good time.
"You look surprised," Stiles said with a smile.
"I thought Aiden was-"
"He is," he answered before I could finish. "You know how they fuse and share both a mind and a body?"
It was a freaky power they had, the power to merge their bodies into a single monstrous form stronger than many alphas. When they had been alphas they were capable of fighting a horde of berserkers.
"Well sometimes their mental connection causes them to...get stuff left behind. Aiden't isn't gay. Except for Danny, but only because Ethan loves him. Some of Ethans attraction has rubbed off onto Aiden. Sometimes they fuck him separately, other times they fuse."
The brother who was fucking Danny's mouth moved to stand behind the one fucking Danny's ass. For a crazy moment I thought it was about to get seriously fucked up. Like Jaime and Cersei Laanister on Game of Thrones.
I was about to run like hell when the at the back placed his hands on the other brothers shoulders. They both groaned and the one twin merged into the other and I watched in fascination as the twin fucking Danny grew to towering heights, his muscles and body expanded, even the cock in Danny's hole expanded, causing him to cry out as his tunnel struggled to hold onto the monstrous rod now spearing him.
"Yeah, like that," Stiles said with a chuckle.
"Oh God! Ethan! Aiden!" Danny cried out as the brute began to fuck him.
"Fuck he's tight, isn't he Ethan?"
"Always Aiden. Aren't you glad I share him with you brother?"
"Oh yes, your little toy is a great fuck. It's even better that he is Jacksons friend and master. I love making his ass so sore even that scaly bastard will feel it!"
"Okay that is weird," I said.
It was clear the twins were both talking to one another. But it was like watching someone have a conversation with themselves. It was freaky to watch.
Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I love the fact Aiden and Jackson hate eachother. But other times its just ridiculous. They only hate each other because they both dated Lydia. At least she had the good sense to dump both of them." He took my hand in his and began to lead me to a nearby door.
"Now where are we going?" I asked.
I wondered what other sights he had to show me, what other scenes of sexual deviancy was I going to see?
I confess I was eager to see more, the trepidation I had felt before was now just a memory. Was it the alcohol kicking in? Was it the constant barrage of sex assaulting my senses or was it the encounter I had with Scott or a mix of the three that had me wanting more?
If my alpha who was infamous for his restraint could let lose like that than why shouldn't I?
The ring on my finger should be answer enough, but the tag on my wrist seemed to speak more volumes.
It was a good thing I had Stiles leading me, otherwise I would have gotten lost in this place. I wondered how big it was, it had to be bigger down here than it was above. Eventually we walked through a door and into a hall.
We were the only ones here, the hall was empty. There were doors lining the wall, a light hung above the frame, a lot of the lights were colored red, but others were white.
It was almost quiet, but I could faintly here sounds coming from the rooms with the red lights. I knew damn well what was going on inside them, part of me was tempted to see if the doors were locked so I could peer inside to the hidden wonders inside.
"These are the private rooms I mentioned earlier," Stiles said. "People come here to fuck in private. Or spend the night if they are tired or have had too much to drink."
"Let me guess, red means occupied?" I asked.
"Such a smart little wolf," Stile cooed.
We stopped in front of a door with a white light. Stiles reached into his pocket and pulled out a key and unlocked the door and we walked in.
I froze in the doorway.
There was a large a large bed with white sheets and a painting of a yellow fox flying through a thunder storm. The beg was huge, easily fitting four people.
There was a fridge in the corner of the room and a seventy inch plasma TV that hung in front of the bed. A mirror hung over the bed, no doubt to allow those having sex on the sheets a view of themselves in coitus.
But that wasn't what made me freeze. There were racks of crops, plugs, clamps, vibrators, a dozen different handcuffs, masks and blindfolds. But what really caught my attention was the X-shaped device near the wall and the sex-swing close to it.
"Want something to drink?" Stiles asked walking to the fridge.
"Oh yeah," I murmured.
I closed the door behind me and walked deeper into the room. It smelled strongly of Stiles. I could smell the distinct scent of disinfectant and freshener. But underneath that was Stiles, the smell of vanilla, August leaves and of course ozone.
But I could also very faintly pick up the smell of Stiles and sex. Lots of sex. I growled, I felt a sense of anger that strangers had been in here to fuck Stiles. Stiles was my packmate, it was only natural I would feel territorial. I had to fight the urge to begin scent marking the room.
Stiles had grabbed a glass for himself and poured us both a drink. He handed it to me and I sniffed it. It smelled fruity, but had a very strong smell of alcohol and faintly of wolfsbane.
"What is this?" I asked him.
"Nalewki, its a Polish drink," Stiles answered with a proud tone. "Its strong like vodka but tastes a lot better."
He drank from his glass and I did the same. It had a sweet, and faint spicy taste, it had a strong kick like vodka but like he said tasted better, it didn't have that bitter aftertaste.
"Nice, so...is this your room. I can smell your scent."
"Yes, this is where I bring clients for private shows."
He led me over to the X-cross. "This is Andrew. I tie my clients to him. I get many of people who like some shock therapy."
I gave an invulnerability shudder at his words. Shock therapy.That was what we called it when I was tied to that tree and he was shocking me. Trying to force me to lose control so my IED didn't once again fuck me over. But eventually it turned from therapy to another Monday in the woods until it stopped all together.
Even after all these years I still missed those days, missed the feel of bark pressing against my skin and cold metal wrapped tight against me, keeping me restrained as Stiles sent volts of electricity through me.
"Do you want to try it out," he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I jumped at the contact. "What?"
"Why do you think I brought you here Liam?" he asked with a sly smile. "It wasn't just to enjoy nalewki."
"I...I."
I wanted to say yes. God I wanted him to strap me to that fucking rack and charge me up! Then I would throw him on that bed and rip his cloths off and fuck him long and hard, until my essence bled so deep into this place he would never get the smell out, so people who came in here would know I had staked a claim!
"Come on Liam, for oldtimes sake," Stiles said with a sultry grin. "See that light switch by the door."
He pointed to where we came in from, right by the frame was a pair of light switches. The white one was the one that had the lights in here on, but I think I know what the black one was for.
"All you have to do is flip that switch and the light outside and the light will turn from white to red. Come on Liam. Let me help you out. I can tell your stressed, I know you have been having a rough time. Let me help you out. Scott did tell you to have fun."
I looked at the switch, than the tag on my wrist. Then to the ring on my finger and I thought of Hayden. Guilt and shame flooded me. My pregnant wife was home with our kid with her sister when it should be me there helping to care for her.
"I need to use the bathroom!" I barked.
"It's over-"
Before he could finish I ran out of the room. I ran down the hall and back out to the viewing-room. I quickly rushed to a door that read bathroom and ran inside.
I was happy to see there was no one in here and quickly ran to the sink and turned it on to splash water in my face. I stared at myself in the mirror, my face still transformed.
I wanted to take Stiles up on his offer so bad. Hayden and I had a healthy sex life. But she wasn't as into the rough sex as I was. She enjoyed a nice spanking and some dirty talk...but she wasn't as into pain as I was. Or rather she wasn't into dishing pain out.
We had a few arguments when we were younger and the word 'freak' and 'sadist' was thrown around. I do love her, I really do, but sometimes I wanted more when it came to sex, more than what she was willing to offer. I had tried explaining to her why I liked pain, why I needed her to choke me or slap my face when I was on top of her, why I wanted to feel her drag her claws down my back.
I know, I am a sick bastard.
Just then the door opened and just when I thought the night couldn't get any weirder in walked Peter Hale wearing a designer suit.
"Well, well if it isn't my favorite grandson," he said with a chuckle.
I glared at him as he walked over to a nearby urinal to take a piss. Peter sure as hell wasn't related to me by blood. But he was the one who bit Scott and Scott bit me so in werewolf points of view Peter was like a grandfather to me, it irritated everyone in Scott's pack when Peter referred to himself as our grandfather, especially in that snarky ass tone.
"The hell are you doing here old man," I shot back.
"Well, it doesn't take a genius to see I came here to take a leak. Forgetting the fact I also own this wicked little establishment."
He finished and walked over to the sink next to me to wash his hands. Once he dried his hands and threw the paper towel into the waste bin he turned to me.
"Whats the matter? Feeling the urge to maybe go outside the marital bed?" he made a face of mock sympathy. "Come on, talk to grampa Peter, let me help you."
"Fuck you Peter!" I snapped.
"Your a bit young for me, plus I doubt I am the one you wish to fuck."
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigar case. He offered me one but I declined.
"Your not the only one you know. Lots of people out there come in here wearing their wedding rings. Hell some of those people are married couples. But that doesn't stop them from having a good time."
"What do you know about marriage Peter?" I asked.
"I know it isn't something to be entered lightly. Don't get me wrong I get the idea of it. 'Till death do us part' and all that, but people like to think love is the cure all for all problems. They don't stop to think what it would be like to live with someone for the rest of their lives and how that can effect them on a personal level. They only think about the roses and sunshine part of it."
He lit his cigar and took a long drag of it.
"I always knew I was never going to be married. Even when I was a young man. I enjoyed myself with both sexes. Being a star basketball player and coming from an illustrious family does give one a lot of opportunity. My parents always told me I would one day meet that special someone to spend the rest of my life with. But guess what-he leaned forward and whispered- they were wrong."
He looked at his reflection and adjusted his tie.
"Power has always been my one great love Liam. Love is about commitment and compromise. I knew I would never surrender power for love and I was okay with it. I may not have a wife...or husband but I am happy. I have a beautiful daughter who is strong– as befitting her pedigree – I own a series of clubs and living a very comfortable life. And I have gone from disgraced former alpha to a semi-respectable member of the community. I admit I have made mistakes, I murdered my niece for power but in my defense I was unhinged from being in a coma after being burned alive."
"And the people you killed?" I asked.
"I was irate, plus a lot of them had it coming," he responded with a shrug.
He once more turned to face me. "You have a lot of potential Liam, you ambitious. Something our people need. Especially now days. If Scott was more willing to be the voice to our people he could help us get the rights and privileges we deserve. But he fears power. He fears it will corrupt him. I admit, I am to blame for that. If I had been a better alpha and raised him properly he might be more a man of action."
"Tell that to Isaac," I muttered.
A bark of laughter escaped his mouth. "Yes. I have to admit. I am proud of my kid. Never thought he would be a regular here. But even the most pure of heart have a dark side. He is a natural leader, true alpha and all that. We all need to do our part to make the world a better place for our kind kid. Scott hasn't done as much as he really could."
"Oh?" I asked feeling angry that Peter wasn't giving Scott the proper credit he deserved. "And what about you? How is running a secret brothel helping the community?"
"Kid, you know how many senators, congressmen, judges and lawyers have been through here?" he waved harms in a circular motion. "This whole thing isn't just about sex and money. Contrary to popular belief I have not been idle. I have been slowly building my reputation, using this place to make connection to people who are in a position in power. You know how many lives I have saved by making a simple phone call? When some poor bastard is facing a bullet in the head because of a simple misunderstanding or because he lost control of his temper. One phone call Liam and the Hunters are forced to back down and an innocent man gets community service."
I let his words sink in. I could see the what he meant.
"Like I said kid, I see a lot of potential in you. You could be a real force for good for our people."
"You think?"
"I know. So does Scott. You're more than just his beta, or his second. You're his heir. If he dies his alpha power will pass to you and you alone. You don't have the same fears and anxieties he has. You may not have red eyes kid but you got the spirit of an alpha. I saw how you made that wolf earlier back down."
"You saw that?"
"Kid I see everything that goes down in my club. No one and nothing escapes my notice. So, let grampa give you some advice."
He placed his hand under my chin and made me look him in the eye. I was tempted to bite his fingers.
"Stop fighting your anger. Channel it. That is the one thing holding you back kid. I know you have feared it for so long, but you are not a boy. Your a man now. Why do you think your friend Mason has risen higher than you at that company? It's not just because he is smart, or because he knows how to wow a crowed. It's because he can focus his energies. Human or werewolf there are two kinds of people in this world. Those who lead and those who follow. You could have the whole damn world dancing to your tune. But like Scott instead of focusing the anger you have only learned to repress it. But anger is just another form of power. Anger, gets shit done. Learn to harness it, redirect it from violence and blood to being an alpha. Be the man Scott and I know you are meant to become. Rise and be one of the great leaders who help lead our people to a better world."
I could smell the honesty in him. He meant every word he said, his heart never once skipped a beat. Though it did rise with his emotions.
"Another bit of advice." he took out his cigar and leaned in close. "Alphas take what they want."
He ruffled my hair and walked out of the room. "Have fun kid. Now if you excuse me, I have someone I need to read their rights to."
He left me alone in the bath room and I looked at myself in the mirror. He was right. Part of my problem at work was letting people walk over me. I was afraid to get mad or fight back because I didn't want to trigger my IED.
But I was tired of being afraid, I didn't want to be the underdog. I wanted to be the topdog. I want to be a leader, I wanted to be the one who takes charge and gets shit done. Like Peter said, anger gets shit done.
I made a personal vow then to change my life. To grab life by the horns and break its neck. If I wanted something I would take it.
Starting with Stiles.
Stiles
I sat on the bed with a sigh.
I was trying to decide if I should call Mason and let him know the plan was a bust, but then I sensed a presence in the room.
I looked up and saw Liam standing by the door. I knew right away there was something different about him. It was in his posture, his eyes. The terror and panic was gone, replaced by a certain kind of arrogance I knew all to well.
Seeing him in the doorway made me think of him when we first met. He was a scrawny kid, though he did have some good muscles from working out at the gym. He had been all arrogance and egocentric. Like a little mini-Jackson only less bitchy and more angry.
Then I saw another side. The vulnerable side. The part filled with fear and shame for his actions and his condition. The part of him that felt like he was an absolute failure, that he would never amount to anything and that being a werewolf just meant he had a short amount of time to live before he exploded and hurt someone.
But that boy was gone. This was not Liam the boy, this was Liam the man.
He was confidant, still a bit arrogant but confidence and arrogance often go hand in hand. He stood with certainty and had a presence that demanded your attention. He was a born leader this one, Scott and I had done well training him. Everyone in the pack followed him just as easily as they followed Scott.
He had gotten a little taller since he was a teen, I was still taller than him by about three inches or so. But he had filled out. Grown into his muscles and physique. His shoulders, hips, limbs and even his neck had gotten thicker over the years, adding to his presence and making him look more intimidating.
He looked me dead in the eye as he flipped the black switch, causing red light to shine from behind him. He shut the door and locked it. He loosened his tie and took it off. "I need some therapy Stiles"
I swallowed. I felt like sparks were going to start flying out of my fingers.
"Undress and get on the rack," I said.
He growled and walked over to me. "Watch your tone fox." he roughly grabbed my chin and made me stare into his eyes. "I may be letting you tie me up and shock me. Notice I use the phrase letting you. You see this?" he brought up his wrist to show me the red tag. "This means I am the alpha here. Not you. So I suggest you watch how you speak to me. Or I will put you on that swing, gag you and pack your ass with the largest vibrator you got and leave you there to suffer for the rest of the night...understand."
"Y-yes!" I answered.
"Yes what!" he demanded, giving my chin a tight squeeze.
"Yes...alpha," I answered.
If he had been a human I might have called him sir or master. But werewolves always love being called alpha, no matter what their rank really is. It's like calling them daddy.
"Good boy," he said with a sneer. "Now, rephrase what you were telling me."
"Please undress and get on the rack alpha."
He patted me on the cheek. "Good boy."
He took off his jacket first and handed it to me. "Be a good boy for your alpha and fold my cloths for me."
Ironic he was calling me a boy when I was two years older than him, but I took the jacket from him without complaint. I gently placed it over a nearby chair so it wouldn't wrinkle. He took off his suspenders, followed by his button shirt than his pants and sock. I folded all his cloths neatly and laid them on the chair where his jacket was.
The only thing he still wore was a pair of tight black briefs. He walked over to the rack and I followed. He got on it and I strapped him in.
"What should the safe word be alpha?" I asked.
"Red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for go," he answered.
His face was a mask of calm, yet I could see the eagerness in his eyes. He was eager to do this.
"Tell me alpha what is making you angry?" I asked. "Let is all out. Let me help you."
"Tell me whats pissing you off this time Liam. I can help you but only if you tell me."
Oh how the memories came flooding back. I could see the recognition in his face.
So he began to let it out. The frustration of being a werewolf in a human world, all the rules and regulations that are supposed to make co-existance between humans and supernaturals possible, but in truth make him afraid for himself and his family.
Kitsune didn't have the same keen sense of smell werewolves have, with all the other abilities we posses you would think enhanced senses would be one of them. But they were sharper than a humans and being this close to him and recognizing his body language I knew when his temper was starting take control.
Just when his face started to turn red and the veins in his neck began to bulge I placed my hand on his shoulder and gave him a small jolt. His muscles seized up and his body began to spasm. I waited five seconds then stopped.
"FUCK!" he yelled.
His chest heaved and I gave him a moment to catch his barrings. "It is not easy being a supernatural in todays world, but at least it is better then when we first came out,"I said.
When the supernatural world came out it had caused a worldwide panic. Damn near caused world war 3. We have come a long way to get equal rights but the world still had a long way to go before there was true co-existence.
Hell, we had a long way to go before there was true equality for anything. Gender, race, sexuality. How is it we live in todays world and there still be so much hate and ignorance?
"I know. But still, I hate the idea of knowing my kids are going to have to deal with bullies and other assholes trying to put them down for being werewolves. Even if they are human. A small chance I know, but even those who have werewolf parents are called half-breeds and shit. I want to protect them from that but I know I can't."
If both parents are werewolves there is the smallest chance they can be born human. It is rare but has been known to happen. Some werewolves-at least the old fashioned ones-put these kids up for adoption. Not all bigotry comes from humans. And of course even if you are a human if you have some kind of shifter relative you are likely to face discrimination.
"Shall we continue alpha?" I asked.
"Oh yeah."
He began to talk about Hayden. How much he loved her, how good their life was and how much he wanted to provide for her but the stress from work added with her raging hormones was putting some serious stress between the two of them. He even told me about the fights they had about him being a love or pain, how she feared that part of him and how he wished he could get her to see.
I gave him another dose and he cried out. When I stopped he was breathing hard but okay. "Again, harder!" he ordered.
I did as he asked, increasing the dosage. He cried out and after five seconds I stopped.
"How are we doing alpha?" I asked.
"Green, green!" he hissed through gritted teeth.
He was smiling savagely at me now. His face was red and his eyes shined like suns.
"Very well. You are doing so well alpha," I cooed. "Much better when you first started all those years ago. Do you remember alpha?"
"Oh I remember. I remember feeling ashamed that I enjoyed this with you. It was my favorite time, besides running with Scott on the full moon or playing lacrosse."
"It is simply a part of you alpha. It's not bad, neither are you."
"Tell that to Hayden," he said, his eyes turning downcast.
"She just doesn't understand. Scott was the same way."
"But he got better! He understands now! Why can't she!"
I gave him another shock.
"Some people are just not able to understand Li-alpha. You either understand or you don't. Part of the problem is how poorly BDSM is portrayed by the media. We are either a joke by comedians, made to look like extreme perverts with no taste or like sadists murders and rapists. I used to think there was something wrong with me. But being a pain-slut isn't a condition. It's just how your sexuality is. Some people are just wired that way."
"I know I just wish I could make her understand why I want her to abuse me. I like to be in charge. I like to be the dominant one, so why do I like the idea of being hurt?"
"Sexuality is more fluid than people think. People like to think its all black and white but its not. When I am having sex I am the bottom but I like to boss my lovers around and tell them to slap me and manhandle me. But other times I like to give up all control and be truly dominated."
"What helps you decide your mood?" he asked.
"It depends on my lover, if they are submissive I like to be the dominant one. But if they are like you than I like them to dominate me."
"So I am your type of dom?" he asked with a cocky grin.
"Yes alpha, very much so."
"Good, because after this I am going to plow that pale ass of your so hard you won't be able to sit for a week."
"I'm not sure you can hold that promise...alpha."
My tone was respectful, but it still had that mocking attitude that I could never quit get rid of. Liam knew I was challenging him on purpose, trying to get him riled up so he could have a reason to assert his control.
"Just for that, I am going to give you ten swats on the ass," he growled.
"Yes alpha, sorry alpha."
"Good, not lets continue."
He started talking about work. About how he always had to watch his temper, not just because he was afraid to get fired but because, as a werewolf he feared what would happen if he had a fit or yelled at another coworker. He could get fired, but if someone called the authorities and Liam could get investigated for unruly behavior.
He was also angry because Mason was rising up in the company ranks. Liam was proud of his friend, but he didn't want to be left behind. He wanted to climb up the hierarchy with Mason so they could be true partners as well as friends.
This time he asked me to give him the strongest shock yet. I complied. The shock was so powerful he roared out in pain and his face returned to his human form.
He was hard in his pants now, there was a huge tent jutting out from his briefs.
"Red!" he groaned.
"Are you okay alpha?" I asked.
"Yes, just took more than I should. Lets keep it light for the rest of the night."
"So brave," I praised him. "Our pack is so proud of you Liam. Your making something out of your life. A werewolf in a powerful company like you is rare."
"I know I can go further. I can reach greater heights. I just need to channel my anger. Anger can get shit done."
I froze.
Fucking Peter!
I know Peter must have talked to him after Liam left. I know he is lurking around here somewhere. Liam must have run into him and the slimy prick must have gotten into his head. Peter was great at mind-games. But the last thing I wanted was him influencing Liam.
Peter liked to act all paternal with the younger wolves in Scott and Dereks pack. He had been harping on Derek and Cora about finding mates and continuing the Hale bloodline. Peter would have been happy to regrow the Hale family himself but apparently coming back from the dead had a price.
Peter was infertile now. It was one of the reasons why he was so protective of Malia, she was his only child. It was also why he was trying so hard to get his remaining relatives to settle down and have kids. Even though Malia was Peters daughter she wasn't a werewolf, she was a werecyote like her mother.
Derek and Cora had made it clear they would marry and breed when they were damn good and ready, personally I don't think Derek planned on settling down and having kids. His love life had been a disaster and he wasn't exactly the nurturing type.
Liam looked at me and smiled. His face once more shifted into its beta form. "You're going to help me Stiles. Just like you did when we were younger. With your help I will be able to redirect my anger and I am going to run that company one day. Now, get me off this rack. It's time I punished you for your lip."
I helped him out, he staggered a little but shook my off when I tried to help him. Instead he walked over to the rack stand with all the paddles.
"Pick one Stiles. I will let you decide what I am going to hit you with."
I walked over to the stand. It was a tough choice.
I picked a wooden paddle made from black mahogany. Liam tested it, picking it up and running his fingers down it's wooden surface. He slapped it against his hand, it hit his flesh with a harsh smack.
"Good, this will do nicely. Now, take off your cloths."
I did as he instructed. I wasn't wearing much besides the jacket and pants. I didn't have any underwear on so my cloths came off quick. The look Liam was giving me made me shiver in anticipation. I could almost feel my ass quivering in excitement..
"Bend over the bed."
I did as he said. The sheets were cool against my skin and I instinctively gripped them tightly.
"Do you know why you are being punished Stiles?" Liam asked. Rubbing the paddle against my ass.
"Because I gave you sass alpha," I said.
"And?"
"I...don't know."
"You doubted me. You don't think I am going to fuck you so hard you won't walk for a week."
He brought the paddle back and I knew what was going to happen.
WACK!
"Never!"
WACK!
"Doubt!"
Wack!
"Your!"
Wack!
"Alpha!"
Only four so far, yet my ass was already on fire. And it felt so glorious.
"Just four so far Stiles. I don't know if you can handle the rest. Not that it matters, you need to be put in your place!"
Six more hits and when it was done tears were running down my face. I know it sounds pathetic for me to be crying after just ten hits. Normally I can take twice that before my eyes get even misty.
But I was so overcome by emotions.
It wasn't just any werewolf doing this to me, it was Liam. Liam who I used to have guilty fantasies about, Liam who I helped train, Liam who I watched grow up into this perfect specimen.
I felt honored and privileged to share this part of my life with him. To finally embrace the connection we have both shared, our love for rough, kinky sex.
Liam rubbed my cheek gently. "Are you okay Stiles? Was I too rough on you?" he asked.
"No alpha," I said.
I'm so proud of you Liam! Your doing so good! I wanted to say. People don't understand that it wasn't always the pain that was the best part but the aftercare. How the dominant would hold your hand or hug you or even care for you like you were an invalid after the sex, to let you know he or she wasn't angry, that you were loved and the roughness had no true meaning besides pleasure for both of you.
"Can you give me another ten more?" I asked.
"Why?"
"Because it feels good alpha, I love it when you spank me," I replied.
He chuckled. "Oh we're going to have so much fun Stiles."
One hour later or maybe a lifetime found me a sweating mess on the bed. A whole hour of of spankings, vibrators, a little chocking (for Liam) and of course me using much smaller doses of electricity, gently running my hands over his body, giving him just enough to make it sting. It's all he could handle after I had him on the rack and he didn't want to waste his stamina on the pain of electroshock, instead he wanted to spend it on sex.
It had been a whole hour and we were far from done. Liam really was trying to keep his promise. I was so worked up now, my body was flushed, covered in sweat and healing bruises and marks. Liam did not go easy on me, I had feared our friendship would make him be gentle, that I would have to beg him to be more rough with me. But Liam was merciless, he knew what I liked, there were actually a couple times I had to ask him to stop for a moment so I could catch my breath.
"You've been so good for me Stiles," Liam said staring down at me.
His cock was hard and wet, I had just finished giving him a blowjob. My own cock sat neglected between my legs. Hopefully not for much longer. Liam didn't even allow me to touch it. The most he allowed was for me to rub my groin against the sheets. They helped ease some of the pressure but I needed to cum and soon!
"Please alpha, I need your dick in me," I begged him.
He laughed. "I was going to suggest that. Lube in the drawer?" he asked.
I nodded. He walked over to the bedside table and looked inside, laughing at all the different brands I had. He picked a bottle and lathered his cock.
"Do you want me to lube your hole Stiles?" he asked with a kind tone. "You've been such a good little bitch for me. You want me to stretch your hole out and lube it so my powerful cock doesn't tear you open?"
Liam was almost eight inches. But his dick wasn't one even close to the largest I have ever had. Being a werewolf didn't mean you were going to be hung. Derek was much larger than Liam was, and if I could take the D of Derek Hale then there was no dick I couldn't take.
But I was tired of waiting, a whole hour of teasing and prepping and I needed to get fucked right now!
"No, no lube for me alpha," I said.
"You sure, it might hurt a little more, even with my dick lubed."
"It's okay alpha, I can take it!"
"That's my boy."
I moved further up the bed, he walked over to the chair where his cloths were and grabbed his tie and walked back over. "Hold out your hands."
I did as he said and he tied my hands together. He moved to straddle my body, running his fingers over my skin hard enough to cause welts to appear from his claws digging into my flesh.
"God, you bruise so easily. I love marking you up Stiles. You like it to don't you?" he asked.
"Yes!" I hissed.
"To bad we heal so quickly, barely any time to enjoy the marks."
He pulled my thighs apart and pulled my cheeks apart. I cried out when his thumbs pushed into me. Since his hands were dry it burned a little to have his thumbs enter me.
"Still tight, I figured a professional whore would be a lot more loose."
He began to wiggle his thumbs inside me, stretching me out and going as deep into me as he could. I began to writhe on the bed as he worked me out.
"Alpha! Fuck me! Please!" I begged.
"Just a minute Stiles. Your doing so good, I just need to make you suffer a little more okay. Be good for your alpha."
I squeezed my legs around his waste as he continued to thumb me. I begged, I moaned, I pleaded. But Liam didn't stop torturing my hole. All I had to do was say the safe word and he would stop. But no matter how badly my body ached to have him fill me out I remained silent.
I wanted to make Liam happy, I knew it pleased him to see me such a wreck, the way his eyes shined darkly as I begged for release and the evil smirk that twisted his lips told me how much he enjoyed to see me in such a ruin. And to be honest I enjoyed the madness he was forcing onto me, the overwhelming need for his cock caused by the flood of hormones filling me up form his intense ministrations.
All the while he both praised me and tore me down, calling me beautiful and a filthy slut. Telling me how I was going to feel so good wrapped around his dick and that I was made to be fucked.
It was all glorious.
But even I had my limits, it was getting to the point where I was getting ready to tell him 'yellow'. He must have sensed this because he finally pulled his thumbs out, yet I whined at their loss. I felt so empty now.
He brought his cock up to my hole and slapped it a few times. I whined at the feeling. He placed his cockhead right at the entrance of my hole, putting enough pressure so I could feel it pressing against my hole, but not enough to penetrate.
"Look at me!" he growled.
I did as he said. I stared right into his glowing yellow eyes. He looked utterly terrifying with his face still in it's beta form and his lips pulled back in a vicious smile. He looked like how he did when he was just a baby wolf. I knew he would never hurt me (unless I wanted it) but I felt a sense of fear course through me. He must have sensed my reaction because his smile deepened, revealing his fangs. Then without warning his hips shot forward and suddenly I was being filled with a massive cock.
There was an explosion of white light and when I came to Liam had his hand around my neck. My body was arched up off the bed, my legs still wrapped around him in a vice like grip. I struggled to breath, I could feel him in me, feel his burning hot rod pushing deeper into me, he gave me no time to adapt or get used to the intrusion. He took what he wanted without mercy or compassion. His hand was tight around my neck, a reminded of who was in control, who was the top and who was the bottom.
When he finally got the last delicious inch of his manhood into me he pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in. Pain and pleasure danced in perfect unity below my navel as Liam began to jackhammer into me, not caring to give me the time to adjust to the sudden intrusion in my most intimate part.
He was so thick! We should have used more lube, we should have stretched me out more, we should take this more slow! It hurt more than a little and I did not fight back the deep inhuman groans that escaped my lips as my body struggled with the onslaught.
I could feel his dick throbbing in tune with his heartbeat. He was so wide and I was so tight I could feel every inch of skin and even the curve of the veins on his manhood. I looked up to the mirror that hung over the bed. The sight of us together, me tied up with Liam grabbing my neck, pounding into me ruthlessly almost made me cum!
I saw him tilt his head back so he could look at the mirror as well, I saw him smile as the sight of us. He licked his lips, his tongue ran over his fangs. He flexed his body, tightening his muscles and flexing his limbs. Putting on a show for the both of us.
He let go of my neck and spun me around so I was on my stomach, he roughly pulled my hips up, putting me into am kneeling position and gripped my hair roughly, keeping my face pressed against the bed.
He thrust back into me resumed his brutal pace, the whole bed shook from the strength of his thrust. I knew if I had been human I was going to be in pretty bad condition in the morning. But I was more durable than a human and healed quicker, though I was sure there would still be aches and pains for me to enjoy.
My ass cheeks had long since healed from the spankings Liam had given me, but when he began to slap my cheeks again the only thing keeping me from raising my head and crying out was his hand gripping my hair so hard I could almost feel the roots being pulled out from my scalp.
The feel of my cock against the soft sheets and Liams dick thrusting into my hole added with the spanking was to much! I came, feeling the cum pool beneath me, my hole tightened, making it more painful to have him pound my ass.
He spun me around back on my back and got on his feet to stand over me, my dick was still hard, still spurting globs of semen against my soaked stomach. He began to rub his dick, stroking it until he came, his essence flew all over my stomach, chest and face.
I moaned at the feel of his seed on my skin, the scent of him marked me so deeply, so intimately.
He stood there for a moment to catch his breath, looking at me like an artist examining his latest work and I could tell he was as satisfied as I was.
Finally he sat next to my head and began to pet my head softly.
"I am so proud of you Stiles. You took it like a champ!" he said with a smile. "Oh we are going to have so much fun together you and I."
"Are saying you are going to want this again?" I asked. When I saw the stern look he gave me I quickly added. "Alpha."
"Oh yes. Might as well take advantage of Peters discount. This place was made for people like us, and I am going to take everything it has to offer."
He untied my hands and helped me off the bed. "Come on, lets go get cleaned up."
He helped me off the bed. He put his arm around my waste and I thought he meant to lead me to the bathroom, but I let out a gasp of surprise when his hand moved his hand to my ass and inserted his middle finger into my hole.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"A bit," I said.
"Good. Because the night isn't over yet."
We headed for the bathroom. Liam stopped to grab a plug from the rack, when I looked at him with a confused expression he merely told me we were going to need it.
Liam
Stiles clung to me as I pounded into him. I had him pressed against the shower wall, his left leg rested against my thigh as my right foot rested on the edge of the bathtub. It gave me more room to fuck into him and more thrust.
We had come in here and I had Stiles get the shower ready, I was his dominant and it was his job to service me after all. Once the water was warm enough we got in and began to clean each other. I hated washing the sweat and semen off our bodies, I wanted Stiles to smell of me and only me!
Once the water cleaned us I had wrapped my arms around his waste and entered him from behind. He had cried at the sudden intrusion but didn't stop me.
One of the many benefits of being a werewolf was enhanced stamina and refraction time. I could feel my nuts refilling with another load to give to Stiles and I was going to make sure he carried it.
I grabbed the plug I had taken from the rack and placed him against the wall. He had already come again, his seed fell down into the drain. I didn't last long myself. My dick was still sensitive from the fucking we just did and I was feeling tired.
It was late and between the shocks and the sex I was beat, but I couldn't go to sleep until I finished marking Stiles as mine.
I came into him again, thrusting into him seven times with each squirt of jizz, getting as much as I could as deep into him as I could. Once I was done and he was full I took the plug and put it into his hole, keeping my seed from escaping his hole.
"There, now you carry me for the rest of the night."
"Thank you alpha," he responded.
We got out of the showed. I had him dry me off first and let him dry himself. When we walked back into the room I was pleased by the smell of sex that filled the room.
In had Stiles clean the bed and put new sheets on it before we went to bed. He used the phone by the bed to call the front desk to let them know I was spending the night and to bring me my cellphone. One of the workers had brought it to the room.
I quickly checked to make sure I had no missed texts or calls. After that I sent out a couple of texts.
First I texted Hayden.
Liam: Won't be home tonight, crashing at Masons. Sorry, I won't be home tonight. Had too much to drink. Love you.
I felt the stirrings of guilt, but I ignored them. I would feel guilty tomorrow. Right now I was just going to enjoy the rest of the night.
I texted Mason next.
Liam: Hey, I am spending the night here. What about you?
It didn't take him long to text me back.
Mason: Me too. Brett hooked up with a couple and went home with them. Think he might have finally found that threesome he wanted. I'll see you in the morning man.
I got a text from Hayden. I braced myself, expecting a firestorm of wrath. Instead I was happy to see that she was okay with it and understood.
I put my phone on the bedside table. Stiles and I got in and I wrapped my arms around him.
"Thanks for this," I said kissing his neck and running my fingers through his hair.
"I should be thanking you. That was amazing," he said.
"I was serious about coming back here. This place is what I need."
"I know alpha. I will be happy to help you any way you need."
"Call me Liam now," I said.
"Okay Liam."
I fell asleep holding a man who I have known for years, who I could share a part of myself that I could not with my wife. A man I intended to sleep with again to satisfy an urge to strong for me to resist.
I would have to think about the moral consequences of my choice later. Right now the beast had been well fed and he needed a nap.
Mason
Corey slept next to me, warn out from our activities.
Tonight had been a good night. I had given him a key to my apartment and we had talked a little bit about him possibly moving in with me.
I wanted Corey to quit this job. I wanted him to move in with me and take care of him. But I knew it would be another step and another talk to get him to quit this job.
Because of his parents self-preservation was branded into his very DNA. He was independent, but only because he grew up with no one to truly care and love him. I knew he did love me, but I also knew it also made him anxious to be loved by me.
He wasn't used to being loved, it made him suspicious, afraid even.
Times like this made me curse his parents, I didn't understand how they could have been so heartless. They never hit him or belittled him. He was more like a pet then anything else, something for them to have to match the picture of a so called perfect family.
But I was determined to show him what true love and devotion was.
My phone suddenly went off, alerting me to a text I just got.
I grabbed it from the nightstand and saw it was from Hayden.
Hayden: Did our plan work?
Mason: Yes. Were spending the night at Moonlight Desire. Liam has slept with Stiles. I am more than certain he will be coming here to satisfy his cravings.
Hayden: Thank God. Thank you so much for your help Mason, I really appreciate this.
Mason: I still don't get why we had to go behind Liam's back about this. Why didn't you just tell him it was okay to come here and have some fun?
Hayden: If I told Liam to go to the club then he would feel guilty. You know what he is like. He would feel like he was putting too much pressure on me about the bondage shit and that I wouldn't be really okay with him sleeping with someone else. He would refuse and things would continue to get worse for him. I know he struggles because of his IED but I can only go so far. I love him but I just can't choke him until he is blue in the face.
Mason: Didn't need to know that.
Hayden: Sorry.
Mason: Will you tell him?
Hayden: I think I will wait. Let him enjoy himself for a while. I know he will confess. Plus it will be kind of fun to make him sneak around and act like I don't know.
Mason: You are a strange girl Hayden.
Hayden: Hey we all have our kinks right. Thanks again Mason...oh and did Corey say yes?
Mason: Yep :)
Hayden: Great! I hope things work out between you guys. One of these days you need to bring him over for dinner. He sounds like a wonderful guy.
Mason: He is. I'll ask him, he isn't comfortable around family settings. Personal stuff, but I talk about you and Liam all the time and he does want to meet you.
Hayden: Just let me know when he is ready. Night Mason and thanks again.
Mason: No problem, night.
I put my cell right back on the night stand and lowered myself into the bed. Corey instinctively clung to me like he always did.
I had done a lot of research into Corey's people. Even though he was invisible I could always sense when he was around. It was how we met. He had been following me around the club and when he realized I knew he was there he got curious.
Corey wasn't much into doing research on his roots. His parents didn't exactly encourage him to have any pride in his bloodline, but I cared enough to learn more. And was surprised to learn the reason I could sense him even when he was invisible was because I was his soul-mate.
I hadn't told him, he has a lot of issues to work out before he could truly be happy. But I would be patient, I would slowly help him get the happiness he deserved.
I already had several plans in place. One of the reasons I did so good in life was I always had a plan. From A all the way to Z. And right now my grand plan was to spend the rest of my life with Corey Bryant (hopefully one day Hewitt) in perfect bliss.
Several Months Later
Liam
"Listen, it's not that fucking hard to understand!" I growled into the phone.
I unlocked the door and shut it behind me. I made sure to flip the black switch and locked the door.
"Greenberg doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. Spending the funding on artificial bio-organics isn't just good for supernaturals but humans as well. We can feed monsters who need to eat human flesh and grow artificial organs for humans, that has been the goal for years now. And it is going to take many more years before we get there, I know he is trying to get us more money but he can't just lie to our benefactors or the fucking public about when they can expect results! It's fucking humiliating and makes us look like a bunch of useless assholes! So you tell that under-developed retard that he better find a way to make things better, I don't care whose ass he has to kiss or whose dick he has to suck. I am not going to loose anymore funding because of Greenbergs fucking loose mouth!"
I ended the call and sighed.
"As you can tell it has been one hell of a day. I would have been back sooner but work called."
Stiles was tied up on the sex swings. A ball gag in his mouth and two vibrators in his ass. His body was flushed and coated in a thin layer of sweat.
I had set up a date for tonight, just him and me. I had a meeting with some of my companies financial backers at Moonlight Desire. I had planned to come back to finish Stiles off but when they informed me that idiot Greenberg had told them to expect some results on the science divisions attempts to make artificial bio-matter that could be used to make organs and even feed creatures like wendigo I had a very awkward conversation followed by a series of very angry phone calls.
I checked my watch and made a fake sound of surprise. "Oh look it's been little over an hour. My bad."
Things have been looking up for me. Things had calmed between Hayden and I since I started coming here. Whenever I needed to unwind I would fuck Stiles or one of the other workers. I even did some shows at the viewing-rooms. I was a very popular guy with my bondage routine.
Brett had finally found the threesome he wanted. A couple of human subs that were looking for a dominant to add to their pairing. Brett had converted them to Buddhism and they were planning on having a special binding ceremony. Since they couldn't legally get married it would only be a spiritual thing.
Brett said after they were unified they were planning on starting a family. Brett and the woman (Rhea) would work while the man (Cody) would be the stay at home dad and look after the kids and house. It was everything Brett could have wanted.
Mason and Corey were living together now, they had a few speed bumps here but were currently going to couples therapy to help Corey with his issues. We had them over at my place for dinner several times. Corey was very nervous and reserved at first, but now he had opened up to us and adored our kids.
Hayden had given birth to a little boy. We named him Tyler Scott Dunbar. Scott was honored to have his name used for my sons middle name.
I had been shocked to discover Hayden knew about my trips to Moonlight Desire. She had planned the whole thing with Mason to help me keep my anger in check and satisfy my darker urges.
At first I felt really guilty, even though I knew it had been her plan and idea I felt like shit that my wife was so desperate to keep me happy that she would allow me to sleep with other people to satisfy my cravings.
She has come to the club with me. Sometimes just to watch others and sometimes to watch me with other people in the view-rooms. She loved watching me fuck, though she did admit if it got too violent or rough she would leave. I am grateful to her. She is trying. She is being more considerate than many women could ever be. One of the reasons why I love her.
Work has been going even better. Now that I am learning to use my anger instead of contain it is has given me the edge I needed at work. I got a major promotion and am in charge of helping the division of our company in charge of making artificial flesh get the funds it needs.
It meant I had to do a lot of ass kissing and talking and there were a lot of people who didn't like the idea of flesh and blood being made in a lab, they felt like we were starting to walk into some Frankenstein territory.
I walked over to Stiles and Took out his gag.
"Liam Dunbar you son of a bitch!" he spat.
I gently slapped his cheek. "Watch it!" I growled.
"It's been over an hour!" he whined.
"I know," I said gently. "Such a good boy. Would you like alpha to reward you?"
"Yes alpha please!" he begged.
I took out the vibrators and he sighed in relief. I let them fall to the floor and unzipped my pants but kept the rest of my cloths on. I pulled out my cock. I gave it a few stroked to make it hard, I gently probed his hole which was still wet from lube. The second I touched his hole he howled.
"JUST FUCK ME OR I SWEAR I AM CALLING RED!" he roared, his yellow kitsune aura flashed around him for a second. The piercings on his nipples sparked with electricity.
I chuckled. "Since you asked so nicely."
I eased my cock into him and he cried out. I began to thrust into him, filling the room with the sweet sound of our love making. I gripped his hips tight, his whole body swung back from the force of my thrusts.
Yeah, I am fucked up. I love bondage, I love to hold my lovers down and tie them up and make them beg for me to fuck them. I like pain, I like to be slapped, choked and scratched. For a long time I thought that meant I was wrong.
But we all have our kinks. Some are scary some are bizarre and some are sexy as hell.
It seems like we have such a love/hate relationship with sex. Often we love it and praise it. Other times we fear it and try to make it to be something dark that will lead you to hell.
But sex is like sexual orientation. You either love or you don't. You either learn to accept who you are in the bedroom or you spend the rest of your life denying a part of yourself.
As I fucked into Stiles, the sounds of his whimpers and cries like music to my ears, the feeling of pride and possession burning deep in my chest I felt a certain kind of peace. This was who I was. I was going to knot him then I would take him down and lay him on the bed and let him rest.
Then we would continue to play.
I wanted a lot out of life and for so long feared the anger in me and rightly so. But like Peter said, anger gets shit done if you know how to apply it and by embracing my sexuality I have learned to control my anger.
Guess there really is a thin line between love and anger.
I did love Stiles. But not like how I loved Hayden. She was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my days with. But Stiles was something else. A friend, a packmate and a lover. He was someone who could understand me in a way Hayden couldn't, who I could bond with through out mutual interests.
It wouldn't last forever, one day (a long time from now) we would call it quits.
But that was okay. We didn't need sex to love one another. We would always have each others back no matter what and that was all that mattered.
The sex was just a great bonus.
Fusedtwilight: Just so we are clear, I am no expert on BDSM or any form of bondage. All I know is what I have read in other stories and some blogs I have read.
Writing this chapter was fun because it explored the idea of kinks and sex. Humans have always had a love/hate relationship when it comes to sex. Some times we embrace it but other times we vilify it. Obviously in this chapter we see many characters explore their kinks and what their tastes in the bedroom are. It was my hope to write this in a way where sex is something to be both enjoyed but at the same time respected and honored.
After this the updates will be slower. I have one more chapter fully written but still have nine more to write.
Next chapter will feature a wind kitsune and he will be paired with Scott. It will be set during their senior prom and Stiles and Scott embrace the love they have had since they were kids. It will be a lot more fluffy and romantic than this chapter was. That chapter will be up tomorrow.
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