Chapter Eight

Exhaustion was the only feeling adequate to describe the girls as they arrived at Michy’s condo, where they collapsed to get a few hours sleep. The bed was far more comfortable than Raven imagined as she dreamed of rolling around in Conan’s cave with him pleasuring her beyond belief. Every thrust, every kiss, every touch of his hands all over her body brought about an orgasm she’d never experienced before. Her dream was so vivid that their climax together woke her out of her sleep. At least, that’s what she thought. It was the subtle vibrations of her phone ringing that brought her out of her fantasy.

The buzzing device kept going off incessantly. The moment it stopped, it felt like the phone was simply taking a breather before it began buzzing again. A snarl escaped just under her breath as Raven turned over to pick up the device. She didn’t bother to see who was calling as she answered gruffly, “What?”

“Miss Martine, I’d hope that you greet your superior with a bit more respect than that,” a deep voice bolstered from the other end.

Raven sat straight up, desperate to erase the sleep from her voice. “Corbin, sir. My apologies. Good afternoon.”

“Afternoon,” he said with a low growl. “I received a bit of a murmur earlier today.”

“Sir, I don’t understand what that means,” she admitted.

“You were sent to Stromport because we needed to calm the nerves of everyone in that city in regards to the disappearances of a few women,” he stated.

“Sir, I understand that and that’s what I’m working on, but Alan and his pack-”

He cut her off. “I’m going to be very blunt with you right now, Raven. You’re only mission is to extract the cause of the mutilated bodies. I’ve seen the pictures of the corpses and there’s no doubt in my mind that one of our own is the cause. Find that person and take them out! Quietly! Do not disrupt the business operations of The Barstow. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied solemnly. The sound of the click on the other end of the line annoyed Raven to no end. Putting the phone down, she glanced toward the window. The sun was beginning to set and the sound of Michy humming throughout the condo intrigued her. With nothing but a robe on, Raven left the guest room to see what she was up to.

By the time she found Michy, the front door was wide open. There was a trail of clothes leading from Alan’s condo into her own. She was scurrying back and forth with sheer delight plastered across her face. When she finally locked eyes with Raven, she squealed.

“You’re going to have so much fun tonight!” Michy rushed toward her, pulling her into the living room space where there were several outfits laid out. All of them were lace, varying shades of blue, and far more revealing than Raven was comfortable with.

“I don't like to party, Michy. Maybe I should wait until the night is done and then go in to ask my questions.” She picked up something frilly that looked to be made out of a single string…dental floss to be exact. She turned the item around and upside down in confusion until Michy took it from her and slipped it on like a bathing suit. Raven's eyes grew wide as she stared at the garment. “What goes with that?”

“Killer eyeshadow.” Michy shrugged with a chuckle. “Listen, I know parties aren't your thing. This is more of a pleasure zone. There are rooms you can watch things happen in, or there are rooms you can participate in. There are also rooms where people can watch you participate.”

“If I don’t like music and dancing, what makes you think I want to participate in some sordid kinkery?”

“Well you say that, but I saw you dancing with Conan. You like dancing. You just take yourself way too seriously when you're in work mode, when you’re sober, and your life in general. It's okay to let that down and enjoy yourself for once. Being an Enforcer can't be fun, and I imagine it's not going to be something you'll do for the rest of your life. Speaking of which, when we get to Oblivion, you're going as a member of the club, not as an Enforcer.”

“What? Why?”

“Because if our guests get wind that the Council has a working Enforcer in the club, you’ll damage the business and the reputation. So leave your blade here,” she told her sternly.

“How am I supposed to get the answers I’m looking for? I feel like everywhere I turn I’m getting chopped off at the knees about what I can or can’t do, or what I can or can’t say. How the hell am I supposed to do my job?”

Michy shook her head, without an ounce of sympathy. “You know what you can try?”

“What?”

“Talking to people. You know have a regular conversation. People tend to talk a lot more when they’re conversing freely and not being interrogated,” Michy quipped. “You’re pretty, and believe me if you start using it to your advantage, you might actually get the information you’re looking for. We’re not out on the mountain tops. We’re in a city where people like to be treated a certain way. You have to blend in and appear to be one of us before anyone will tell you anything. I suggest hanging out near Conan’s room. Don’t go in unless you’re ready to do whatever his theme is for the night, but if you hover a bit, pretend to be interested, people should be open to talking to you. Trust me, you’ll get a lot further with a slick tongue than a sharpened blade.”

Raven took a deep breath and let Michy work her magic on her. In a matter of hours, Raven was thoroughly cleansed, waxed, and ready for a night unlike any other. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was never one to be sexy, but there was no denying that's exactly what she was. With stiletto heels, she wore a royal blue, lace, baby doll negligee. Her breasts, while they weren't huge, sat perky, ample, nearly spilling out of the piece of lace. Chiffon wrapped around the bra portion, while a single slit flowed and flapped open every time she took a step. Her muscular legs didn't look as hard, leading up to her flat stomach, and reddening skin.

“This is a lot of skin,” she murmured to herself.

“That means you’re ready.” Michy winked from behind her. She handed Raven a thin, satin trench coat and motioned toward the front door. The clothes that were scattered about were gone, and the top floor of The Barstow was empty. Raven pulled her jacket closed, wondering what this night had in store.

Oblivion was only a few minutes away. Michy led her to a door hidden in plain sight. There wasn’t a noticeable entryway. There weren’t any doorknobs or glass panes. There wasn’t an address or sign. Just a hinge-less steel rectangle, the same color of the building, that Michy pushed twice and backed up for it to open.

Devon greeted them with a smile on his face. He licked his lips as Michy approached him. Once he saw Raven, he raised an eyebrow. With a nod of approval, he opened another door to let them inside the club.

The inside of the club blew Raven’s expectations out of the water. She was expecting some sort of dungeon-type interior but what she stepped into was more like a lavish lair for a Greek god. The walls were adorned with a textured, gold wallpaper. A white marble chair rail wrapped around the large receiving room. Scents of warm cinnamon and vanilla engulfed her. She couldn’t smell anyone’s scent. She couldn’t tell who was what. It made her uneasy and she began to fidget.

“Why can't I smell anyone's animal?” she whispered to Michy as they made their way out of the receiving room and down a hallway. Men and women eyed Raven up and down, ogling her seductively, licking their lips anxious to taste her.

Michy turned, just barely over her shoulder, saying, “It’s because the scent inhibits you from activating that particular trait. This is no place for animals. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Raven glanced at an open door in time to see two women pleasuring each other. One was in a swing, while the other held her at bay. Restrained and suspended in the air, her orgasm was clear as she fought her binds but quivered once the moment passed.

“Exciting, isn't it?” a voice, deeper than Michy’s, whispered in her ear.

Raven didn’t need to see who it was as Conan’s scent cut through the ambiance circulating in the air. Hesitantly, she replied, “It’s certainly different from anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“You haven’t experienced anything yet. Michy told me you’re coming to my room,” he said. She could feel his body pressing against her back, along with the glares of his obvious admirers. Raven glanced around. She’d gotten lost in watching the two women, she never noticed that Michy had disappeared. As if he’d read her mind, Conan laced his fingers between hers. “Don’t worry about her. She’s fine.”

“What about you?” Raven turned around this time to look him in the eyes. “Are you fine? Smoked anything tonight?”

“I don’t smoke when I work here. What I do takes care and precision. Would you like me to show you?” He smiled a smile that Raven wasn’t sure she could trust. 

“What about my-”

His mouth was on her neck, moving delicately across her skin, nibbling gently. He growled at her. “No one is going to talk to you if they think you're a cop or an Enforcer. Now, come to my room.”

Raven wanted to let loose. She could sense the urgency of his need. Her own appetite was bordering on reckless abandon. It was something about Conan that she couldn’t ignore or deny. Allowing him to pull her down the hall, a few others followed but he made her feel as if they were the only people in the entire club.

The room itself was white, entirely white. The bedposts were a white marble with light grey veining. As soon as she stepped inside, she heard Conan’s voice asking, “Open or closed?”

“What do you want? What’s going to happen?” She found herself nervous for the first time in what felt like forever.

“You need to loosen up, Rae.” He winked. “How about I just draw the curtains and if anyone wants to look they can. For the most part, they can see through but will most likely keep it moving. I’ll tell you this. If you truly want this experience with me, you can’t resist. You have to be open and let whatever happens between us happen.”

“I came here for a reason.” She shook her head, still apprehensive.

“You will get exactly what you want after you enjoy yourself. I promise you that the women you need to speak to will most definitely seek you out after I'm done.” He glimmered. Undoubtedly, he was referring to his admirers.

Raven pondered the offer for a moment. She was already deep into the Barstow pack and their business, it was only right that she commit to it fully. It was her job. She threw caution to the wind, closing her eyes, she told him, “Show me your work.”

A whirlwind of strength and passion swept Raven off her feet as Conan’s muscles flexed once he held her in his arms. He carried her over to the bed. Her cravings for him deepened as she stared at his body that seemed to glisten under the soft lights. There were murmurings from beyond the curtains. Raven ignored it as she let Conan’s touch sweep her away.

The first pass of his mouth between her thighs made her arch her back and reach for his hair. As soon as she touched him, he grabbed her wrists.

“Don’t touch me,” he commanded her.

Raven swallowed hard, grinned and ran her fingers through her own hair instead. The subtle parting of her pussy as his tongue slid between her folds made her orgasm immediately. Firm, smooth fingers entered her while his tongue danced over her pleasure. She reached down again, running her fingers around his strands.

This time Conan stopped dead in his tracks. There was a twinkle in his eye that almost scared Raven. He was complicated and confusing. He looked angry but still in a zone of erogenous bliss.

“You must want me to tie you up,” he said nonchalantly.

Before Raven could deny it, Conan was tying her wrists to the bedposts, with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

“Conan, wait.” She panted. Anxiety was beginning to erase her yearning desire to be touched, to be fucked.

“No, you don’t listen, and now you’ll have to cum for me before I set you free.” He chuckled.

The passion that ensued was mind-numbing as Raven writhed under Conan’s body. He fingered her, licked her, touched her. Just as he said before, he did everything but enter his rock hard cock inside her and she begged him to.

“Please, fuck me,” she whimpered. Her face burned a bright shade of red, partially embarrassed that this wolf, who she could kill on any given day, was in complete control over her in this moment. Her emotions rampaged through her body. She was scared. She was pleased. She was exhausted. Her body quivered, begged, to feel every inch of him inside her and yet Conan continued to please her with his mouth and fingers alone.

Licking her incessantly, he tasted every drop of her sweet release while Raven's murmuring grew into subtle whispers. Beads of sweat formed around the temple of her forehead while Conan dined on her pleasure. Raven opened and clenched her fists wanting to break free but the bedposts held firm, unmovable. 

“Please, Conan.” Raven nearly yelped as another orgasm washed over her. “Just do it. Please.”

“What did I tell you?”

She closed her eyes as her body trembled with one last orgasm. She ignored him. Conan untied her and Raven rubbed her wrists once they were free. Staring at him, into his piercing green eyes, she wanted something more than just a moment in a sex club. She wanted him all to herself. She wanted what he said he wanted.

“I want to give you what you want, Conan,” she told him, as he wiped her clean with a hot washcloth.

“Is that so?” he asked with indifference in his tone.

“Yeah. I came here to see what was going on.” She made him stop, taking his hands in hers. “But after this. I think there may be something here between us. Let me return the favor. Let me tie you to the bed and pleasure you with my lips, my mouth, my tongue, my body…”

“Raven, Raven, Raven.” He glanced toward the slightly swaying curtains, and then back to her. “I'm just here to do my job like you're here to do yours. We can talk about this later, but right now if you walk through that curtain, you'll find exactly who you're looking for.”