The Alpha Men's Secret Club 3: Fallout: A Scorchingly Hot BBW Shifter Romance (8 page)

She felt her own lust mounting.

“You’re beautiful,” he kept murmuring. “Beautiful.”

Her vaginal tunnel clenched.
Her own lust – augmented by the thrumming of the magical place and the collective fever of the shifters around her – expanded her womb and sexual organs and filling them with an incredibly wanton need.

She could feel her genitals throb.
Her pussy was a greedy, contracting mouth waiting to receive him.

Oh . . . the yearning!

He stood in front of her, holding her waist. His thick, rock hard cock nudged against her wet petals and stroked her clit. She almost sobbed with the illicit sensations.

“Take me,” she begged.

“No. Not yet.” He continued to stroke the crown of his leaking cock against her pussy. “You need to take pleasure in your own beauty first.”

Moans
issued from around them. Out of the corner of her eye, Kate could see women and men being similarly displayed on the racks and pleasured in their own fashions. The shifters prowled everywhere in both animal and human forms, examining and admiring the exhibits on display.

A figure came up behind Rust.
Kate’s eyes widened.

It was Teddy Mitchell.

“Rust,” he acknowledged the older and more powerfully built man.

“Teddy,” Rust said pleasantly.

Kate’s fear fluttered like a butterfly in her stomach.

“May I
inspect your slave?” Teddy said.

Rust moved aside. “Be my guest.”

Teddy stood in front of Kate, his cock as erect as a flagpole. So much for claiming that he found her not that pretty and sort of fat. The desire on his flushed face betrayed how he really felt about her.

“Can I touch her?” Teddy said.

Rust turned to Kate.

“Can he touch you?” he asked.

So this was how the game was played. The ball was in her court, so to speak. She determined who touched her and how much while Rust watched. She was governed by her own mind and her own lust.

What a juxtaposing decision!

On one end, her pussy was a veritable font of betraying creams. Her juices stained the thin membrane between her pussy hole and anus. But she did not like Teddy, her mind told her. She was repulsed by him, even though he resembled a cherub. He was cruel when he didn’t get what he wanted, just like the boys in high school.

She could say ‘no’. She darted a nervous glance at Rust.
He
knew
what Teddy had done to her, psychologically, even if he didn’t know the details. He was letting her choose how she wanted to react.

But her pussy was a
flowering hole of need! It was the aura of the place – the vibrating ground – and the sensuality of the situation. Her body was going against her mind and her primal instincts were taking over.

Teddy took her silence for assent, because he
came closer to her and pressed his fingers onto her pussy. She was so wet that two of his fingers slid in easily.

Kate gasped.

But she still did not protest because the illicit feel of his digits in her swollen pussy was so good. So amazingly, punishingly good.

“
Do you like that?” Rust murmured in her ear. His own hands brushed against her buttocks. He groped her, and inserted one finger into her asshole.

Yes! She liked that. No! She didn’t like Teddy
. She wanted only Rust. But she was so confused. She wasn’t supposed to like what Teddy was doing to her, but she did!

Her moans betrayed her. Teddy removed his fingers.

“So you like that,” he said, groping her breasts this time. His cock stubbed the leaves of her pussy, and his crown edged towards her sopping hole. “Well, I’m going to fuck you, little girl. Would you like that?”

Behind her, Rust’s cock was at her asshole.
They were getting ready to do a double penetration. And her body wanted it. Wanted so badly for both her holes to be expanded and filled with two thick, hot cocks. But her mind and upbringing raged against it. She was not made out to be polyamorous. And that was what Rust wanted her to experience – to be fucked by two men at the same time.

Would she have raged so much against this if it weren’t Teddy? What if it were Carlo?

“No, please,” she whimpered. “I don’t want this.”

“Don’t be
a cock tease,” Teddy said. “Of course you do.”

“No.” Her voice came out stronger this time.
“I want Rust. Only Rust.”

Yes, she was sure of it. She didn’t want to be fucked by Teddy
or Carlo or Thomas or anyone else other than Rust.

Rust breathed behind her.
She wasn’t sure if this was some sort of test. She could feel the anger radiating out of Teddy. His nostrils flared, and she knew she had made another enemy. A bad one. With infinite resources.

Teddy started to transform before her.
His bones changed shape, and his body sprouted fur. His teeth lengthened and sharpened. Kate watched, terrified that he was going to attack her. But from behind her, Rust was also swiftly changing shape. Their shadows formed elongated shapes on the flickering lights thrown upon the ground.

Teddy was on all fours now – a
large red wolf with bristling fur. Saliva dripped from his fangs. Rust had transformed into his tiger self. Everyone around them had stopped whatever they were doing to watch this confrontation.

“Please, no!” Kate whimpered. She struggled against her bonds, helpless.
It was not so much herself she was afraid for but Rust.

The werewolf growled menacingly at th
e tiger, which crept forward to confront him in a combat stance. Both animals squared off. They both moved away from her to allow more space. Their hackles stood on end. Their teeth gleamed. The growling became a rumble, and the two crept closer to each other – ready to spring.

Kate could only dangle helplessly from her tethers.

“Stand down, Teddy,” rang out a stentorian voice.

A naked
man with a phoenix mask strode towards them. He carried a cattle prod and what looked suspiciously like a tranquilizer gun.

Teddy swung to regard the newcomer.
He recoiled.

The man
took off his mask. He was a silver-haired man in his fifties, with a full head of hair and sparkling blue eyes. Kate recognized him from newspaper photographs.

He was Aaron Mitchell.

Teddy, meanwhile, transformed swiftly back to his naked human self.

“What do you think you are doing?”
Aaron Mitchell asked his son mildly.

“Staking my claim.”

“These are my guests. You do not stake any claim on them unless they permit it. Go back to the house, Teddy.”

Teddy bridled, but did not dare go against his father
in public. His eyes flashed fire, and he made as if to retort something, but thought the better of it. He shot a murderous glare at Rust and stalked off.

Rust had also
metamorphosed back into his human self.

“I’m sorry about my son,” Aaron Mitchell said. “He was never a good sport at such games.”

“Thank you for intervening,” Rust said.

Aaron gazed at the exposed body of Kate, and she suddenly felt very embarrassed to be displayed in such a wanton manner in front of the famous billionaire.

“I’m sorry for my son’s behavior,” he said to Kate.

She was too stymied to say anything.

Aaron smiled and nodded. “I’ll leave you two to enjoy the rest of the party. Please, don’t let anything else spoil your mood.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mitchell,” Rust said.

Aaron nodded again and turned to leave. Kate could feel every eye on them.

Rust said to her, “Are you OK?”

She was none too comfortable. It was starting to get chilly, or maybe it was just her. “Rust, please take me down . . . they are all looking at me.”

“Of course.”

He
helped her down from the harness. Her wrists and thighs wore red strap marks from the prolonged suspension. She massaged them.

“Come on,” Rust said, putting his arm protectively around her. “Let’s get
you out of this circle.”

16

Rita Cunningham
surveyed the perimeter of the grand mansion with its six foot walls. A private party was going on inside, and her reporter’s instincts told her that she – and the world – would be very interested in the proceedings inside.

After the anonymous phone call, her curiosity had been piqued. Something about the Bellevue case had always bothered her, and she hated unsolved mysteries.
She was so sure there was a cover-up somewhere along the lines, and the fact that a multi-millionaire like Connor O’Brien was involved was doubly testament to the fact.

So she had spent a good deal of time researching the
O’Briens again. She had kept her notes from five years ago. Back then, she had wanted to continue probing, but there was great pressure from her editor not to continue. Rita had suspected there was some political wrangling involved. But she was young then and in need to prove herself to her newspaper, and so she did not continue.

But now she was a seasoned investigative reporter with several awards under her belt.
And now she was aiming for the elusive Pulitzer, which seemed to be going to all the war reporters.

She had stalked Connor O’Brien, followed him to Bellevue, as was his usual routine.
Nothing out of the ordinary, and Bellevue had put out an order not to admit any reporters into their premises long ago. The new development in the O’Brien family was the return of the wayward son, Rust O’Brien. He had been involved in a university sex scandal involving a barely legal student.

Through her sources, Rita managed to trac
e the name of the student – Kate Penney. Who was here with Rust O’Brien now. Their relationship was consensual, by all accounts.

This was
all about the O’Briens, Rita was certain, and the secrets they had to hide.

The
ir
motive
for the experiments.

If Connor O’Brien conducted experiments on the criminally insane inmates of Bellevue, he had to have a motive.
At one point in his life, he was assisted by his son, Rust, who had to be in on the secret. Whether or not Rust ultimately left
because
of those secrets – and the burden of guilt he had to bear – was something Rita intended to find out.

But now Rust had returned to the fami
ly home in disgrace, his young girlfriend in tow.

Rita had a
chart, which she tacked up to the board in her apartment – not at work, since she was doing this out of work hours.

BELLEVUE ?MURDERS

SUSPECTS:

CONNOR O’BRIEN

RUST O’BRIEN

DEATHS: (occurring within 12 months)

1. JOHN TULLY, 34
   

Interred for
raping and murdering his wife and three children

Diagnosis:
Paranoid schizophrenia

Official cause of death from Coroner’s report:
Pneumonia and Septicemia

1. HARRINGTON JAMES, 45
   

Interred for
the ritualistic killing of three hookers, who were mounted on trees and made to resemble wood nymphs

Diagnosis: Bipolar disorder

Official cause of death from Coroner’s report: Tuberculosis

1. ISABEL FONTAINE, 29
   

Interred for the
murder of her father, stepmother and two step-siblings in their family home

Diagnosis: Paranoid schizophrenia

Official cause of death from Coroner’s report: Septicemia on an infected heart valve

1. AMELIA DEARDEN SMITH, 53
   

Interred for the murder of her
two foster children

Diagnosis:
Antisocial personality disorder

Official cause of death from Coroner’s report:
Pneumonia

1. OMAR KASSIM, 46
   

Interred for the
rape/murder and mutilation of three of his colleagues

Diagnosis:
Bipolar disorder

Official cause of death from Coroner’s report:
Kidney failure

Along the years, there were other deaths, but these were sporadic. It was the spate of five within a year which had caught the attention of the police five years ago, and the press. No family members pressed charges. Indeed, no family member came forward – having disowned their forebears when they were declared criminally insane.

There seemed to be no correlation between the cases in gender or age or appearance or mental disorder, other than the fact they were all criminally insane and inmates of Bellevue.

It didn’t matter that the dead inmates were sociopathic murderers to Rita. It mattered that there was suspicion around the cases, and there was a story there.

What happened behind the walls of Bellevue?
she wondered. What did Connor and his son, Rust, do to those victims in their sick bay?