CHAPTER 41

~ All Hallows’ Tasty Tricks and Treats ~

 

Stepping into the MC, Callie shudders a bit to shake off the chill of the crisp Halloween night.  While the ride up here behind Kazar on his bike was half the fun of tonight’s outing, she is glad to actually be here instead of on the road.  “That was one hell of a ride!” Callie enthuses as Kazar helps her out of her jacket.  They made the nearly two hour trip in a little over an hour, most of that was at speeds well over a hundred miles an hour.  By all rights, Callie should be a human popsicle in her short skirt and tiny leather jacket, but you gotta love that dragon metabolism.

 The very first thing Callie focuses on when the Triad strolls into the strip club owned and operated by the Twin Ravens MC is the fact that there are fewer humans than normal in attendance tonight, at least inside the clubhouse and bar.  Oh, there are plenty of Hang-Arounds, and female thrill seekers, but the number of mundane clients in the club are nothing like a typical night at the MC run strip club.  In fact, the girls aren’t even stripping tonight. However, she suspects many mundanes had been celebrating outside earlier tonight.  After all, the MC wanted to include the humans in their celebration.  Callie regrets that she missed seeing those families bring their children to play the carnival games and for trick or treating with the members of the Twin Ravens.  Oh well, whether by virtue of magick or happenstance, the majority of the humans are staying out of the club tonight. 

Callie looks around at the over-the-top decorations and grins happily.  Speaking of Trick or Treat, who the heck knew a bunch of supernatural beings would go all out to decorate for a Halloween party?  But Callie is glad that they did.  The place looks great and she is ready to unwind and have some real fun for a change. 

She spots several men and women wearing TRMC leather cuts, as well cuts from other Enforcer MCs.  Many of them are strangers to her, and Callie wonders if perhaps one of them are the traitor Blood told them about.  An icy chill slithers down Callie’s spine when she contemplates just how much damage a turncoat could do in an organization such as the Twin Ravens.  After all, wasn’t it a traitor named Writhe who helped their enemies last Halloween?  Oh well, she didn’t come here tonight to fret over possible traitors and trouble that tomorrow might bring.  Nope.  Tonight is for letting her hair down, having a few drinks with friends, getting sweaty on the dance floor, and enjoying her mates.

That is when she notices Susie sitting in a small corner booth, by herself.  “I’m going to go talk to Susie,” she tells her mates with a forced smile that conveys her concern over her friend’s state of mind.  The dragon queen’s favorite blond dynamo just has not been herself since the equinox.  While she has finally started taking Callie’s calls again, and even went clothes shopping with her for this party, she just isn’t her usual, bubbly, vivacious self.  Quite frankly, Callie is worried about her bestie.  “Please order me a hot buttered rum, made from Tara’s special rum, would ya?”

“Yep,” Nyle chuckles knowingly.  “Our girl wants to party tonight.”

Callie simply kisses her males before turning to walk away to join her friend.  She yelps playfully, when one of her males swat her behind, but doesn’t bother to turn and see which one has a bit of naughty payback coming later.  She’ll just give it to both of them.  After all, there will be plenty of time for sexy play with her hot as hell vampire and wolf… after she’s made sure Susie is okay.

Callie manages to cross the busy floor of the massive strip club without getting drawn into any conversations with friends, but she does get a ton of friendly greetings and a few wolf whistles for her short skirt and what Susie called her brand new “fuck-me harder” boots.  Susie smiles approvingly when Callie slides into the booth across from her.  “I knew you’d be hot as hell in those boots,” Susie quips smugly, with a bit of her former pizazz. 

“Yep, I have plans for these boots later tonight. Namely, seeing whether or not they will look as good as I think they will pinned to a certain vampire or wolf’s ears, as I expect,” Callie relates with a conspiratorial wink.

Susie’s giggle is positively musical to Callie’s ears.  But when the sweet sound cuts off abruptly and Susie goes pale, before ducking her face to glare into her own cup of hot buttered rum, Callie asks what is wrong.

“Nothing.”  Susie shifts uncomfortably upon the padded booth seat, a sure sign that she is not being honest with her friend and then darts another quick glance over Callie’s shoulder, before once again finding the cinnamon stick in her drink utterly fascinating.   “Have you met Rocky’s new woman yet?” The blond queries by way of distracting her friend.

The older female knows what Susie is doing, but goes along with it anyway.  “Wow?  That cantankerous human hater has a woman?”

“Ahhh, don’t be so tough on Rocky.  He’s really a good guy under all that surliness,” Susie assures her friend.  “He’s just one of those guys you really have to dig deep to find it.”  The look on her face tells Callie that Susie honestly believes that.  And when Callie reminds herself that Rocky did indeed volunteer to help Nyle track down Dysnomia’s blood horde in the Interdimensional gateways, she has to admit he can’t be all bad just because he doesn’t care for humans. 

When she sees Susie continue to cast fretful glances at someone behind her, Callie looks over her shoulder to see Gunnar Northman.  Speaking of bad attitudes, this Berserker has the surliest attitude Callie has ever encountered.  Sadly for the local female population, he also has way too much raw sex appeal for his own good.  He is arguing with Cin, the almost too beautiful for words Norse fire demon, and Grim, the crazy but loveable badger shifter.  The words they are exchanging must be pretty heated because all three of them look pissed off, and the males keep looking over at Susie.  Obviously, they are arguing about her, but why?  And why does seeing those males in a disagreement seem to make Susie so damned uncomfortable?  Somehow, the older woman knows in her gut that Grim isn’t the source of Susie’s discomfort.  Nope.  It’s those damn sexy Asgardian rejects, Gunnar and Cin.  Callie whips her head around to watch her young friend again, who sneaks a couple of fresh looks at the sexy but definitely hostile males.  “Does the dragon need to come out and go chomp-chomp on their asses?  Did they do something to hurt you?”

“Huh?” Susie’s head full of lovely blond curls whips up and the expression on her very pretty face is priceless.  Think kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.  Susie thinks she’s been busted.  But busted at what, is the question Callie wants answered.  “I wanted to know if I need to feed those arguing assholes behind me to the dragon.”

“Who?” Susie bleats with wide eyes.

“Those jackasses, Gunnar and Cin.  What’d they do to you?  My dragon will happily chew them up and spit ‘em out!”

Susie pales at Callie’s only half-joking threat.  “Gods, no!  Why would you do that?”

“Have they hurt you?” Callie demands, all pretense at joking aside.  “This is not the first time I’ve seen you get upset around those two, especially that rude and grumpy ass Berserker bear.”

“No, they’ve barely ever even spoken to me.  Gunnar growls at me now and then, I don’t think he appreciates women who embrace their own sexuality, and I honestly think Cin might be shy or something.”

Callie throws her head back to laugh uproariously.  “Oh Doll, that fire demon is anything but shy.  The day I got snatched from Harper House, he’s the enforcer I found locked in one of those underground cells.” 

She smiles up at the waitress who delivers her drink, along with a fresh one for Susie, as well as a plate filled with munchies.  Everything from adorable bats made from peanut butter cups and chocolate cookies, to a new twist on pigs in the blankets, thick sausages cut to look like they have arms and legs and then delicately wrapped in strips of puff pastry.  The tasty morsels came out of the oven looking like tiny baked mummies.  Callie is totally charmed by the creativity of the treats and her males’ thoughtfulness for picking them out from the buffet line and sending them over along with her drink.

“I take it my males thought I needed food with the alcohol?”  The waitress confirms Callie’s suspicion, making her crack up before she hands the girl a ten dollar bill as a tip.  When she tries to insist her males already tipped her, Callie just waves the girl off.  “Stop that, I happen to know for a fact that you are working your way through college and have two kids you support without any help from their father.  Take it.  It is just a small thing to say thank you for your great service and beautiful smile.”

The waitress rolls her eyes but accepts the tip with a sweet thank you before adding; “You are aware that the MC pays me a good wage, plus the ridiculously high tips I earn just for serving drinks, right?”  Callie doesn’t look all that impressed.  “And since this is a private party, the servers who work them get a flat rate of two hundred bucks…whether the party lasts two hours or six.  I can’t make this kind of money serving drinks anywhere else.”

Callie pats the girl’s hand and grins.  “That is as it should be.  This club earns the MC bundles of cash.  They should pay the servers better than minimum wage.”

The girl cracks up again.  “Callie, no one pays waitresses minimum wage.  No one.  Normally, servers working any place don’t earn a livable wage unless business is brisk and they run themselves into the ground to supplement the few dollars per hour the owners pay.”   She looks around, “Then again, business is always good here on top of the nine bucks an hour. I’m certainly not complaining.”

“See?” Callie says and salutes the waitress before taking her first sip of the hot buttered rum.  She stirs the buttery elixir of the gods with the cinnamon stick before taking another sip to savor the strong dark rum, creamy butter, and the sweet hints of clove and nutmeg.  “Please tell Tara or whoever made this drink that it is divine!”

“Will do!” The server salutes and heads back to the bar to retrieve her next order to deliver to her thirsty customers.

Once she is gone, Callie turns back to face Susie. “I like her.  She’s a real sweetie.”

Susie chuckles. “Callie Boyd, you like everyone.”

The older woman shrugs but then says; “So, where were we?”  Susie blanches.  She had hoped Callie had been distracted by the waitress.  She should have known better.  “Oh yeah, I was going to tell you one of the first things Mr. Hot and Sexy Incendiary ever said to me.”

“Which was?” Susie responds, deciding it’s easier to just play along.

Callie smirks, clears her throat a few times and then does a decent impression of the male’s deep voice and accent to quote; “Let me guess, before you met your mates you were some blushing human virgin and you haven’t worked up the courage to fuck both of your mates at the same time?”

Susie damn near spits out her last sip of her hot buttered rum when Callie repeats Cin’s taunt verbatim.  “Really?  He said that to you?”  Callie grins and nods.  “Did you punch him?”

Callie laughs.  “No.  Actually, I had just killed my rapist and I was in my battle form, so the big girl’s hormones had me riding high and ready to kick some ass.  Any ass belonging to Dysnomia’s blood horde.  So no, mere words just bounced off my thick dragonskin.”

“Wow,” Susie says.  “He always seems so quiet, reserved, and kind of sweet.”

The dragon queen shrugs.  “Maybe he is sweet.  Look at Joker.  Nobody is sweeter than that man, but he has a potty mouth on him and says whatever pops into his head.”  Callie grins at the thought of the charming Cajun bad boy biker.  “Besides, no one is at their best when they have been a prisoner of a bunch of crazies for an extended period of time.  Those are not actually the best of circumstances in which to make new friends.  He wasn’t even sure that I was who I claimed to be.”  The older woman grins naughtily.  Susie doesn’t respond, but Callie can tell she’s thinking about her words.  “I bet he’s a real fire cracker in bed,” Callie ventures.

“I wouldn’t know,” Susie admits quietly.  “I’ve not had sex in a while.”  She looks around the crowded room as though expecting to be thrown out on her ear for her confession.  “A long while, truth be told.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Callie asks gently.  She has suspected for a while that Susie’s persona as the sexually free and easy club girl has become just that… a persona.  When Susie shakes her head, Callie can’t let it drop without trying again.  “Are you sure?”

Susie stares at the skull shaped glass globe containing the flickering candle on the table between them for several silent minutes before saying; “The last time I had sex was a few nights before last Halloween. I let a couple of MC Brothers double team me.  The next morning… when we went down stairs for breakfast with the rest of the MC Brothers… I felt dirty.”  She reaches up to wipe away a tear.  I haven’t been able to… I haven’t… I can’t…” 

Callie reaches out to cover her friend’s hand. “Was it those two assholes over there?”  She jabs her thumb in the general direction of Gunnar and Cin.  “Did they say something mean or treat you badly?”

“No it was not Gunnar and Cin.  The males I was with that night were wonderful.  They are my friends.  They gave me just what I needed at the time and treated me like their friend before and after.  We had a wonderful time together… I was fine until the next morning.  I started feeling as though I didn’t really belong, and then I felt bad and dirty for what I had done.”  She shakes her head but continues to stare at the skull candle globe as though it will magickally reveal the answers she needs.  “Those guys, in fact, all of the males here at the MC whom I have ever had sex with have never made me feel bad about myself.  That feeling dirty business… that was all in my own head.  My own doing.  My own ghosts.” She grabs a tissue out of her bag to blow her nose before draining her rum cocktail. 

The club girl giggles when the DJ kicks off with David Bowie’s Dance Magic from the movie Labyrinth.  “The playlist for this Halloween party is certainly eclectic, isn’t it?”  Callie nods, not really wanting to talk playlists, but she’s pretty sure her friend is through talking about her own personal issues.  Susie’s next words confirm that suspicion. “Let’s dance.  Shall we?” the normally bubbly blond says in an overly bright tone. “That’s what I really need to do right now.  Just dance and have some fun.”

Callie promises herself that she will do her best to find out more, later.  The older woman truly wants to help her young friend open up and heal whatever has her hurting so badly.  The thought of her beautiful, sweet, loving, and generous friend feeling guilty for having sex … well, it breaks Callie’s heart. Plain and simple.  But now, as her brainy and beautiful friend declared, it is time to dance.

Four songs later, Jenniene and Tina have joined their friends on the dance floor.  The dragon queen and her best friend exchange knowing smiles at the sight of Joker and Darkheart chatting at the edge of the dance floor and enjoying the sight of their beloved females having fun.  Even though the males are striving to be discreet and have no desire to curb their mates’ good time, they are plainly watching over their females from the edge of the dance floor.  Protective, strong, loving, and eternally devoted mates to these two amazing females. 

Just months ago, Callie would have scoffed at the notion of fated, eternal mates.  The very idea that anyone could have a perfect match, the one or ones, who are perfectly suited for them.  That their hearts and minds could so easily, so quickly, align to function as one united, content, and loving unit.  Just as she and her males do now.  Oh, the road to get here wasn’t always smooth; insecurities, past hang ups, and preconceived notions on everyone’s parts, but mostly Callie’s, often created obstacles along the way.  Despite Callie’s amazing talent for getting in her own way, the magick of fated love won out.  Thank the gods!  Callie and her consorts got their happily ever after…now just to make sure the rest of Nyx’s brats don’t figure out a way to steal their joy.

When Sex, Love, and Water starts to play, Callie is happy for the distraction from the dark turn of her thoughts as she and Susie both giggle happily before they bust out the modified Samba moves they practiced together at the Lightning Ridge farmhouse.  Callie’s smile is bright enough to illuminate the dark and spookily decorated club when she feels Nyle’s hands grip her hips, and his warm, hard body easily fits against her own to match her step for step.  He leans in to speak close to her ear; “Watching you move like that in a short leather skirt and those ridiculously sexy boots have me wanting you upstairs, right now.”

Callie giggles and reaches back to lock her fingers together behind her wolf mate’s neck as their bodies meld together as only two lovers who know each other’s bodies and hearts so well can ever do.  Yes, she certainly hopes to spend a great deal of time upstairs tonight enjoying her males, but right now, dancing to Living Out Loud with the girls just feels right.  Especially since Susie seems to be enjoying herself, for a change.  When the DJ’s playlist melts into Rihanna’s dark but very danceable Disturbia, Nyle continues to dance, body to body with his female.  They savor the music, each other, and this rare moment of peace when one enemy has been destroyed and the others, at least temporarily, are held at bay. 

Unfortunately, Callie’s relaxed party mood is dampened when she sees a pained expression on Susie’s face.  The blond quickly hides her pain behind that damn mask she dons when she’s playing everyone’s favorite club girl.  But Callie is finally getting wise to Susie’s hidden truths and sees behind the mask.  Glancing over her shoulder, she sees Gunnar dancing with a shifter girl who Callie has seen many times around the MC.  She’s truly unremarkable in appearance, except for the outlandishly slutty way that she dresses when she visits the MC clubhouse.  The club girls and mates refer to this girl and others like her, as Chrome Bunnies or Hang-Arounds.  Women who simply show up now and then to have sex with a biker.  To take a walk on the wild side, and do things they would never, ever, consider doing in their daily lives.  Like checking off items on some naughty bucket list or something.

When the shifter hang-around drapes her arms around Gunnar’s neck and tries to kiss him, he easily avoids her mouth by moving to speak near her ear.  Whatever he says to the chrome bunny certainly got her excited, because she squeals like a three year old who just learned Santa is dropping by in July.  She possessively rubs the crotch of his jeans before she grabs his belt in an effort to drag him off the dance floor.  No doubt, a hook up is in their immediate future.  Callie looks at her friend, just in time to see she too arrived at the same conclusion.  Utter devastation flashes across Susie’s face.  Shit!  She’s got a thing for the surly bastard.  Susie turns her back on the tableau and focuses on dancing with their friends.

Unable to restrain her protective instincts, Callie slips two fingers into her mouth to whistle loud enough even a mundane would hear it over the party music.  “Gunnar Northman!” she bellows haughtily.

When the massive Berserker halts and glares her way, Callie forms a vee with her fingers, points first to her eyes and then toward him.  “I’m watching you, asshole.”  She casts a meaningful glance to her right, where Susie, her back to them, is dancing with Jenni and Tina.  The Berserker surprises Callie when he simply nods and turns his attention back to his chrome bunny.  “Mother fucker,” Callie groans as she watches the pair weave around other dancers to leave the dancefloor.  No doubt, the shifter girl will be on her knees with the Norseman’s cock down her throat in a matter of minutes.   Callie has never seen the Berserker take a female up to his room, but she has stumbled across him getting a blow job a time or two from a club girl or horny customer. 

A quick glance at Susie reveals her bestie had her back to them the whole time and did not see the exchange, but surely she heard Callie’s words?  Whatever, either she didn’t notice or she is pretending she did not.  Either way, there is nothing Callie can do about it now.

“What was that about?” Nyle asks.

“I am not really sure.  Something wonky is going on between Susie, Gunnar, and Cin.”

Nyle glances over at the club girl before leaning in to speak softly.  “You think they did something to hurt her?”

“She says no, but my gut is screaming a warning at me.”

Nyle chuckles.  “Hence your not so subtle warning to my fellow enforcer, the nasty Berserker?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Callie concedes. 

“Well, he’s gone and our girl seems to be having fun.  I suggest, we do the same.”

As though the very gods of chance agree with Nyle’s suggestion, the DJ suddenly must be feeling nostalgic because he launches into a rousing jazzy rendition of Sammy Davis Jr. singing That Old Black Magic.  Nyle whips Callie around to face him, clasping his right hand possessively on her hip while his other hand holds her hand against his chest to begin a modified version of the basic box step.  Whenever the tempo changes, he nuzzles her neck or nips playfully, as he grinds his erection against her belly. In short, he is turning the old classic tune into a bit of public foreplay.  Which turns a bit slower, more sultry and sexy when the song fades and Sinatra’s Witchcraft begins to play.

Susie nudges Callie’s shoulder and leans in to tell her that she is going outside to join the revelers there with Jenniene, Tina, and their males before calling it a night.  Callie gives her friend a one armed hug, and tells her to call before returning her attention to her mate and dance partner.  The music and Frank’s voice soon has them both under his spell.  When the music changes yet again, Nyle relishes the sexy slope and graceful sway of his female’s lush hips to the new, more modern seductive rhythm.  He inhales deeply and nearly becomes intoxicated on her heady scent of arousal as they dance to Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls.

Nyle turns Callie around, pressing her backside seductively against his front where he buries his face at the apex of Callie’s neck and shoulder.  His thick ginger beard is coarse and stimulating upon her tender flesh as the music and the lyrics work their magick on their bodies.  Her eyes lock with their vampire mate, standing on the edge of the dance floor, watching Nyle and Callie dance with an adoring and possessive gleam in his dark eyes.  The primal power of his heated stare ignite her already smoldering passions into a blistering inferno of lust and need. 

Suddenly, Callie just cannot get her males to herself quickly enough.  Reaching down to grasp Nyle’s hand gripping her hip, she darts forward to clasp Kazar’s hand as they zip by.  Intent on taking the back stairs to reach their quarters on the second floor, Callie leads her males toward the non-public section of the Twin Ravens MC clubhouse.  Once they are out of direct line of sight with the party, Callie pauses at the archway leading to a semi-private sitting area, one that is often used for small meetings and private parties. 

Her passion for her males has Callie positively breathless and she smiles wickedly when her vampire takes control of this moment fraught with sexual tension.  Kazar yanks Callie against his hard body.  The impressive bulge of his already hard cock tells Callie her vampire is just as needy as she.  “I need to fuck you, beautiful.  I need you now.  I have no wish to wait until we are upstairs where no one can stumble upon us.”

“Do it,” she urges, her beast shining in her eyes as her heady arousal perfumes the air.  “I’m yours.”  She looks at her wolf standing beside her vampire. “And yours.  Take. Me. Now.”  She almost cringes because her attempt at playing the submissive for some naughty play time with her males pretty much went down the drain with the imperious tone of her last words.

Nyle chuckles. “Well, lover,” he says to Kazar.  “What do you think?  Shall we take our female now?”

“I don’t know,” Kazar grins wickedly.  “She’s been a bad little dragon.  Threatening our brethren, dancing enticingly for all to see.  And look at this,” he tugs the deep cut neckline of her silk top low enough to expose her bare breasts.  “The naughty vixen is braless.  Notice the sexy, and oh so short skirt?  And those damned boots!  They practically scream for every male she meets to throw themselves at her feet to beg her to pay them a bit of attention.”

Callie giggles and cups her own breasts.  “Aren’t you glad I notice no males but my own?”

“We are very happy about that fact, you naughty female,” Kazar continues in his mock angry voice.  “Take off your panties and give them to me.  Now.”

“I’m so sorry, but I simply cannot do that,” Callie says in a timid voice as she playfully bats her eyelashes.

“Why not?” Nyle demands, getting in on the game.

“Because I am not wearing any,” she says with an imperious smirk.

“Well, fuck me,” Kazar explodes with a lecherous grin upon his handsome, though scarred face.

“I’ll be happy to do just that,” Nyle retorts.  He turns his attention to Callie.  “Take off those clothes, female.”

“Except the boots.  Leave the boots on,” Kazar says as he licks his lips as though anticipating the most delicious of treats.

Callie immediately complies, tossing first her silk top and then her skirt over her shoulder.  She yelps giddily when Nyle picks her up to set her gently upon the small round table in the corner of the room.  “Lean back, you sexy thing, support your weight with one arm.”  Callie complies and Kazar joins the fun.

“Plant your feet on the table, spread those luscious thighs for me, baby.  I want to see what belongs to us.”

“Look at that,” Nyle practically crows when Callie quickly complies.  “I knew that pretty little cunt was soaking wet for us.  I could smell it on the dance floor.”

“Always,” Callie says with a wink. 

When the low light of the sitting room reflects off Callie’s latest addition, Nyle growls.  “What is this?”  He reaches down to reverently finger the simple gold ring which pierces the hood of her clit.

“I got it while you guys were gone on your last mission.  I went back to Harper House for that permanent hair removal spell, and I heard the girls there talking about how much fun a barbell or ring piercing can be when decorating the clit hood.”  She shrugs as though it is no big deal, but she can see her males love the new addition.  Callie giggles playfully before tugging gently on the ring and then waving her hand like Vanna White to emphasize her new jewelry.  “It’s rather fun to play with.  Wanna give it a go?”

Her males exchange looks, obviously they want to play.  They groan in pleasure when Callie takes over directing the fun.  First she reaches down to stroke her own swollen, exposed clit.  “Take off your clothes, my males.  I want to see all of you.”

She nearly comes on the spot when her males begin to undress each other, exchanging hot and savage kisses as they practically rip the clothing from each other’s bodies.  “Stroke each other’s cocks… and by all means, please continue kissing.”  She moans when her lovers comply.  “So savage, so primal, so fucking beautiful,” she coos as she slowly slides two digits deep inside her own pussy.  When she fears she might come after just a few strokes, she orders her males to approach.  “Nyle, I want your thick, meaty cock in me…now.”

Nyle approaches instantly, but instead of obeying, he captures her hand with the two arousal slickened fingers to lick them clean. “Better than any lollipop, ever.” Nyle vows before lining the head of his cock up with her glistening entrance.  “I’m coming in hot, hard, and fast, baby,” he warns just as buries his length balls deep in the welcoming depths.

Meanwhile, Kazar draws nearer and orders Callie to lie back on the table, which is so narrow that her head hangs off the other side.  He approaches from that side, erection in hand, pumping slowly.  “Open that hot, luscious mouth, amica mea.  Get my cock nice and wet so I can take our wolf’s ass while he fills your sweet pussy.”

With her head draped over the side of the table this way, her throat is wide open, and Kazar’s long, thick shaft slides almost effortlessly deep into her throat.  Callie decides she likes this and will certainly have to suck cock from this position again.  Kazar slowly slides his length in and out of her mouth, and each time he is buried deeply in her throat, she swallows.  “Fuuuuuck!  Callie, I’m going to shoot my wad before I can get anywhere near Nyle’s ass.”

Nyle, who has Callie’s knees practically pinned to the table, opening her wide for his most welcome invasion, has been slowly, but roughly, slamming deep into her greedy pussy. At Kazar’s warning, he looks up to snarl at their male.  “You better not, vampire.  I want you. Now!”

At those words, Kazar slowly withdraws his long, thick shaft from Callie’s very wet and very talented mouth.  He is grinning when her saliva drips off the head. “Good girl,” he praises before bending down to give her an almost sweet kiss. “You are so very perfect for us, Callie Boyd.”  He cups her face. “I am so glad the Fates or Destiny saw fit to send you to us.”

Callie’s throat nearly closes under an avalanche of raw emotion and she must blink furiously to keep joyful tears at bay.  The fact that her beloved mate took the time in the midst of such a hot and carnal sexual encounter to remind of her his love for her is almost more than she can bear in the moment.  Her ancient Egyptian smiles knowingly and nods.  “Yeah, beautiful one, we feel it, too.”

In a blink, he has positioned himself behind Nyle, cock in one hand and the other on his lover’s shoulder.  “Brace yourself on the table, my wolf.  I will not go easy on you. In fact, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you will think that you and our female have become one body.”

“Wait!” Callie squeaks, the emotion still clogging her throat.  “I’ve been wanting to do something since the moment I first saw these boots.  Her males laugh when she deftly raises her feet to plant the wicked looking heels next to Nyle’s head.  “Oh yeah, that looks even better than I thought it would.  Go ahead, brace yourself, I’m ready now.”

Taking her at her word, her males follow through immediately.  With Kazar’s very first vicious thrust, Callie realizes she is in danger of sliding off the table under his vampiric onslaught.  Reaching down, she grips the edge of the table on either side of her ass to keep her anchored on the table as the vampire relentlessly drives into the wolf, who in turn is forced ever deeper into Callie’s slick passage.  With each ruthless stroke, her special spot deep inside is subjected to a pleasurable assault.  As the vampire picks up speed, the erotic torture for all involved reaches explosive proportions.  Both of her mates can see that Callie is about to fly off the pinnacle of her climax, and in one voice they command; “Come for me, Callie.  Come now!”  They follow their beloved female into frenzied bliss. Kazar’s strokes falter and lose their perfect rhythm as he fills his beloved wolf with his seed.  Callie’s womb is bathed in Nyle’s hot come as her muscles spasmodically squeeze and release his cock without restraint as she wails her ecstasy.  Eventually, the lovers’ movements cease, and only Nyle’s arms prevent her lovers from crushing her under their combined weight as they all try to recover.

When Callie’s sanity finally returns, she opens her eyes to see three of her “Friends” standing not fifteen feet away… holding up signs… with numbers on them.  “What the hell?” she snarls in her amazement.  Callie had been aware the females were close, but she had no idea just how close.

“Oh, this?” Tara asks with a faux innocent expression on her lovely face as she flamboyantly waves the piece of cardboard in her hands.  The cardboard sign bearing the numbers “8.5” printed by hand in red marker.  Poor Glory is about to laugh herself silly, and Callie can’t help but join her when the Greek Fury waggles her sign with the number “12” in bold black marker. 

The normally stoic and often silent Trinity is also grinning like a fool as she waves her cardboard sign bearing the numbers “9.5”.  She leans forward to read the signs of her partners in crime.  “Ah, Tara, you curmudgeon.  That was a gold medal performance and you know it!  I can’t believe you only gave them an 8.5?  Really?”

“Get out of here, you assholes!” Callie barks playfully as she plants an adoring kiss upon her wolf’s sweat soaked brow and then pulls the head of her vampire nearer to bestow the same upon him. 

“Nah,” Tara says crossing her arms and tossing the dragon a challenging glance.  “I don’t want to miss round two.”

The triad is snickering happily as Trinity and Glory drag a giddily dramatic Tara out of the room.  Just before she releases her fake death grip on the woodwork of the arched doorway, Tara volleys off a loud reminder to join their brethren outside to party a bit before “you three sex fiends shut yourselves away upstairs to fuck like bunnies”.