Lycans Embrace [Southern Supernatural Alphas] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 5

  Anna saw a few other scenes that had her stopping to watch. One woman was strapped down to an OBGYN table and had electrodes attached to her nipples and clit. She screamed a lot, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.

  A man she assumed was a Dom based on his leather pants, vest, and biker boots smiled at her. “Are you looking for a play partner, sweetness? We can play, then fuck.”

  Anna’s mouth was suddenly dry and she shook her head quickly. She hoped she didn’t look as overwhelmed as she felt. The thought of this strange man touching her made her feel cold inside. “No thank you.”

  The man nodded and moved on. Anna had several more offers, but each time she shuddered at the idea of the strange men touching her. She felt like she was sticking out like a sore thumb and began to wonder if she’d made a mistake. She enjoyed writing, but she was too shy to ever participate.

  No, this wasn’t a mistake. I can watch things and not have to do anything. No one has touched me. Anna heard the crack of a whip and a woman crying out, so she followed the sound. She watched the submissive writhing on the Saint Andrew’s cross. “Stop Master. Please, it hurts!”

  Anna’s mouth formed a silent O of shock, and then she remembered that subs and slaves had safe words. There were also plenty of dungeon monitors walking around paying very close attention to everyone, so she knew it was just a part of their scene.

  In another area, a woman was over a Dom’s lap getting a spanking. Her face was red and tears flowed, but the interesting thing was that another sub knelt next to her and seemed to be talking her through it. Anna filed that bit away for later.

  She wandered over to the bar area and found a table on the side for submissives.

  “You look like you need a good fucking, pretty girl,” a man in blue jeans and a button up shirt told her. Anna fought the urge not to cringe at how he leered at her. She was in a club where it was acceptable to solicit sex, so she needed to get over herself.

  Anna shook her head with a forced smile. “No thank you, I’m just sitting down and getting a drink.”

  The man opened his mouth and reached for her, but a man with a yellow vest that was marked DM shook his head at him. The man backed away. “Come and get me if you change your mind, pretty girl.”

  Anna sighed. The evening wasn’t a complete waste. She’d seen plenty of BDSM to give her a good idea in her head, but like she’d feared, she was too shy to do anything.

  A nude woman walked over wearing nipple clamps with bells on her breasts. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

  “Sure, um…” Anna stared for just a moment before forcing her eyes back up to the woman’s face. “Can I get a coke?”

  “Sure can, sweetie. What kind?”

  Anna grinned. “Just plain coke, please.”

  The woman bounced off without any trace of pain from her nipples being clamped. Anna shook her head, wondering how they did it. She wrote about BDSM and read about it, but she’d never tried it. What was it about pain that women found so fascinating?

  A glass of coke appeared in front of her, and she took a few sips. She spotted Rachel on the dance floor with the guy she’d been drooling over, and Anna grinned. Rachel was going to get laid tonight.

  Anna sat back content to take in the sights when she spotted a muscular man with shoulder-length black hair. The night of her camping trip came back to her, and she remembered Marcus’s lips moving down the column of her throat and his whispered erotic words. Like a light switch, her body turned on. She felt her pussy come alive and begin to moisten her panties, or rather the string. Her heart warmed just thinking about him. She’d been terrified at first, but now every time she thought about him lust and some other emotion filled her. She missed him, and every now and then had the crazy idea to head back to North Carolina.

  There was no way Marcus was here. Tennessee was a huge state, and she met him in a completely different state. He turned, and it felt like the floor dropped away as she recognized his face. It was Marcus. “Holy shit,” she whispered and forced herself to look somewhere else. Her heart pounded in excitement and joy. Marcus was here. She almost jumped up and ran to him, but then she remembered she shouldn’t know him. Anna struggled to stay seated and remind herself how dangerous Marcus was. She lowered her eyes, even though it broke her heart, and she ignored him.

  Chapter Three

  Marcus finished cleaning the bench after giving the sub a good spanking. She’d been disappointed that he hadn’t fucked her, but she didn’t have auburn hair, and elegant, tear-filled blue eyes. It seemed his dick only worked for one woman now, a scared little kitten named Anna.

  Marcus turned to go and find another unattached submissive. He scanned the area where booths were set up for those wanting to eat, drink, and observe. Many of the single ladies looking for a Dom to beat and fuck them waited there, but not a single female there piqued his interest. Maybe he’d just call it a night and head home. The woman he obsessed over wasn’t here, and no other woman did it for him now. He grabbed his supply bag and got ready to head out—but then he stopped. There in the bar area, looking very shy with her eyes downcast, sat a petite woman that looked just like Anna. He walked toward her, sure his eyes were playing tricks on him. That glowing red hair that reminded him of a breathtaking sunset shining under the lights. She had the exact same body structure as Anna, but she was sitting in a BDSM bar instead of in the forest of his pack lands.

  Marcus stared at her, sure he was wrong. When he realized he was right, he felt a flare of protectiveness and anger. This was no place for Anna. She was sweet and innocent, and anyone in this place lost their innocence a long time ago.

  He stood and watched several males approach her. Each time Marcus saw her face flush, her pulse increase, and she shyly shook her head no as she offered her apologies and refused.

  Did she not know how her innocence only made those sadistic bastards want her more? Two vampires, Kaden and Alec, were off to the side watching her. Marcus had no doubt they were plotting how they would get her into their bed.

  Marcus glanced over to the dance floor. Jaden was fucking the woman he’d found off in a darkened corner. His gaze went back to Anna, and he wondered once again what the fuck she was doing here. Did she not realize what kind of club this was? Did she not realize that her innocence was a drug to the depraved fuckers that surrounded her like wolves who’d found a delicious morsel to devour?

  The more politely she refused the offers to fuck and the more she stared wide-eyed at those who were fucking and engaging in other activities, the more the other vampires and shapeshifters wanted her. Sure, the vampires would offer her pleasure as they feasted on her, but she was his woman.

  Marcus didn’t worry about the few human Dominant male and females in the club. They didn’t seem to react to her inexperience the same way the supernatural Dominants did.

  Maybe she wasn’t his Anna. Maybe there were two women out there who looked similar. Then her blue eyes met his, and he knew it was her—his Anna. Those blue eyes of hers were as deep as the oceans’ depths.

  Now here she was, staring at him with those same deep blue eyes. They were wide and full of innocence…and curiosity. Marcus knew she was a shy little female. His dick hardened as he thought about all the ways he could satisfy her body and mind.

  Marcus stared into her eyes. He could stand there all night just staring into them. He’d thought of nothing else but her ever since he found her lost and afraid the night a couple of young vampires decided to make a campground their buffet. He’d done more than think about her—he’d obsessed about her. He’d used his resources as a pack Alpha to learn everything about her, and then he’d kicked himself for not finding an excuse to keep her.

  There was no doubt now—it was her. The woman he wanted more than his next breath was sitting at a booth in the bar area of a sex club supernaturals frequented.

  His dick ached as he watched a lion shapeshifter approach her. Mine, his wolf snarled, and he quickened his pace. The wom
an who’d been at the center of his thoughts and the reason he couldn’t sleep was here, in The Underground. Marcus stepped behind a pillar so she wouldn’t see him watching her, but he could glare at the shapeshifter that tried to pick her up. Lorton caught his gaze and backed up a step. Yes, he was feeling murderously possessive right now. He may not have claimed her with his mating pheromones or a bite, but she was his.

  She’d been terrified of him last time he saw her, but he’d gripped her mind and manipulated it so she wouldn’t remember him or the fight she witnessed. Very few knew of supernaturals, and everyone preferred to keep it that way. Those that did learn of their existence had very few choices. It was a part of being an Alpha Marcus didn’t always enjoy, but it was for everyone’s protection. Fortunately, Anna wouldn’t remember him, or the night she’d witnessed him extracting justice for the murdered humans. Lorton took Marcus’s warning glare to heart, and when Anna politely refused his advances, he walked away.

  Marcus took a seat on one of the couches that lined the wall and watched his prey. The sounds of the club surrounded him. The occasional slap of a hand against flesh, a whip. Cries of pain and pleasure mixed with the music for those that wanted to dance. Some made use of the modified wall on the dancefloor. He briefly noticed Karly pinned against the wall while her three feline lovers made a meal out of her. Marcus’s sensitive hearing picked up Karly’s cries as Bruce drove his fingers into her pussy and sucked on her clit, while Joe and Marty sucked on her nipples. In The Underground, sex happened anywhere and everywhere.

  Marcus turned his attention back to Anna. She sipped on her drink—that he bet didn’t have any alcohol in it—and watched the dancing. He was sure her human eyes couldn’t see the sex in the darkened area of the dance floor since she didn’t look stunned enough. Marcus couldn’t tear his eyes off of Anna as he watched her try to avoid looking at the couple engaging in sex out in the open. Once again, he wondered that the fuck someone as pure as Anna was doing here, even though his wolf howled in anticipation at the thought of finally being able to sink his cock into her tight pussy.

  Anna’s auburn hair almost glimmered under the lights of the bar area, and her cream-colored skin seemed more translucent. He felt like a gangly adolescent all over again as he watched her. Her beauty out shined every other woman in the club. Being the Alpha of a lycan pack, he’d enjoyed his fair share of women, both human and lycan, but none of them made his heart pound like Anna. Even with a room full of beautiful and trained submissives, he longed to sink into the shy woman who watched everything with wide, innocent eyes.

  He studied her body language and noticed how she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her eyes moved to watch what was going on without moving her head, and she seemed to be trying to make herself look smaller. It was endearing to Marcus how uncomfortable Anna seemed. A more experienced submissive would have sat at the table without being self-conscious.

  While most supernaturals who wanted a bite of the human female were harmless, others were dangerous. Just like in the human world, supernaturals had innocent and dangerous members of society.

  Like the nasty piece of shit he caught also watching Anna. Mortef, the overlord of the vampires in the area, was watching his Anna. He was as dangerous to her as a lion was in a field full of tame deer.

  When Mortef started to approach Anna, Marcus leaped to his feet. “Oh no, fucker. She’s mine.” Marcus made it over to Anna’s table in three long strides and gave Mortef a look that could have withered the vampire to ashes faster than the sun. Mortef simply gave him a slimy grin and melted into the crowd.

  Marcus watched him for a split second. He would have to save courting for later. If Mortef got his talons into Anna, she would be lost to him, and everyone else she loved.

  The song changed, and a new beat shook Anna’s seat. It was a terrible idea to come here, and she was feeling weary of fending off blatant requests for sex, or as most of her pursuers put it, fuck. Anna didn’t fuck anyone, she made love, and she certainly didn’t do that with strangers, but at least Rachel was having a wonderful time.

  There was movement to the right, and she barely moved her head. A man with black hair and reddish tinted eyes approached her. His black silk shirt clung to his muscles, but that wasn’t what held her captive. It was his eyes. The irises were almost pitch black, and they held her spellbound. He smiled at her in a way that told her he would come back for her, and then he melted away. Her head fell back as if she’d been held by a bungee cord and it suddenly snapped.

  A shadow fell over her, and she nearly whimpered at the thought of fending off another man who wanted to fuck her right here at her table. She looked up and gasped to see Marcus standing next to her chair. His gaze moved over her body slowly as if he was inspecting her.

  Anna’s blood froze in her veins and her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Marcus had found her and decided to approach her? Was he testing her to see if she’d recognize him? She closed her mouth and tried to make her face impassive. If Marcus thought she knew him, she might find herself in a lot of trouble.

  Marcus pointed at the seat opposite of hers. “May I sit?”

  “Sure,” Anna said, trying to smile even though her mind was racing.

  Marcus sat down while keeping his dark gaze fixed on Anna. He took her small hand in his large, calloused one. “What’s your name?”

  Anna felt herself breathing fast, and her knees trembled as she watched his thumb softly stroke over her knuckles. “Anna.”

  “Anna,” he said as if trying out her name. His voice was soft and sensual, not at all like the frightening, snarling tone she remembered. “You’re new here.” It was a statement, not a question.

  “Yes, I came with my friend.” Anna glanced over to where Rachel was bent over a man’s lap with a vibrator inside of her while he spanked her and she sucked on another man’s dick. The chair was high enough so her face was at the perfect height to take the man’s cock. Another man stood next to her, stroking himself as if he was simply waiting his turn. Even though Rachel was…occupied, she would notice if she disappeared. She looked back at Marcus with a minuscule smile. I am not here alone, so if you try to make me vanish, someone will notice.

  Marcus’s gaze followed hers just as Rachel let out a long, thin wail. “Thomas finally let her come.” He grinned at Anna. “Thomas is known for making a sub wait much longer to come than most Doms. He must like your friend to not make her wait all night.”

  Anna tore her gaze away from Marcus’s face and watched Rachel for a second. The blowjob guy gripped Rachel’s hair and thrust his cock deep into her throat as the one that had been waiting spread her ass cheeks apart. After coating his cock in a clear gel, he worked it into Rachel’s back entrance.

  Anna glanced down at the table where Marcus had her hand in his, and his thumb was tracing the lines on her hand as if they’d been lovers and he had every right to touch her. “Rachel loves stuff like that.” Anna swallowed hard. “I just came to keep her company. I don’t do that stuff.”

  Marcus’s brown eyes seemed to see right through her act. “You came to keep her company? Seems she’s doing just fine on her own. You, however, my little kitten, seem a bit lost. What are you doing here?”

  Anna opened her mouth to deny knowing him, and then she realized he meant the club. Why was she in a sex club? “I’m a writer. I’ve been fascinated with BDSM for years, but I’ve never seen it.”

  Marcus’s eyes lit up. “So you’re curious about our lifestyle then.”

  “Yes.”

  Marcus brought her hand up to his lips and sucked the tip of her forefinger into his mouth. His mouth was hot, and the sensation of his tongue across the soft flesh of her hand had a direct line to her pussy. “What do you want to know? I will show you anything you’re curious about.”

  Marcus couldn’t take his gaze off Anna as he held her hand. He could see her hard nipples through the fabric of her skimpy dress and the way she squirmed in her seat. Some may have seen that as
nervousness, but Marcus could smell her arousal.

  His Alpha instinct went into overdrive as he took in all her subtle cues of arousal. She wanted him, which was good since he needed to mark his woman. He motioned for a waitress. Laren walked over, nude except for the G-string and puppy tail attached to the butt plug her vampire Master made her wear that evening. “Yes, Marcus?”

  “I would like a whiskey and get Anna a coconut rum and pineapple juice.”

  Laren nodded, and Marcus ignored Anna’s face as she tried to shake her head at Laren. Anna didn’t know that when it came to this place, the supernatural Masters were in charge. Although by accepting the invitation, Anna gave her consent, and Marcus would never abuse that trust. Some of the supernatural Masters here had, but they’d been kicked out and banned. While Marcus would never force Anna, he wanted to push her and show her the pleasure she could receive by submitting to him.

  Marcus was a dominant lycan and he took control of Anna as easily as he did his pack. He hoped she was up to sharing, since he and his second, Derek, usually shared a female. He thought about sending a text, but he knew Derek would be around soon enough and then they could get on with indulging their fantasies with Anna. Marcus and Derek, like many lycans, had shared a woman before.

  “Tell me something, Anna. What is the one thing you hate most?” He watched her face as she turned thoughtful for a moment.

  “Needles. I hate them.” Anna shuddered a bit, making him smile.

  “Needles. I want you to remember that word and know that from now on, that is your word to make anything and everything stop. If something I do hurts too much or is more than you can take, you say needles. It is your way out.”

  Anna’s eyes were wide as she stared at him and nodded. Their drinks arrived, and he gestured toward hers. “Take a drink, Anna.”

  Anna obediently took her glass and sipped on her drink. Surprise shown in her features. “This is really good.”