Kapitel 436: 35. Sweat.
Every morning I woke up with a stomachache. I thought at some point I needed to ask Damon to look me over. What on earth am I so sore about? Every morning I went through the women's club, and no wise information came out of it. Adam and Damon got their victims killed quickly, so that was that.
Then, after five days of cruising, I finally got all the women to the nightclub to see my husband. I had bought quite a lot of clothes and shoes too, and I decided to put up one of my latest procurements on me as we would venture into the nightclub. Now I was not sure what would happen.
Would Damon be all over strange women? But I was not in a jealous mood at all. If he needs to stick his stick in other females' honey, so be it. I might flirt a bit if there were some nice-looking guys, too. I am a grown woman and I like to have fun with a change, too. I am no nun but I was not going to fuck strangers on this cruise, just flirt a bit, relax, have a few drinks, and let those women see my men who would be with other women, but I don't care.
I put on a vinyl dress for myself. I had just bought it and this was a novelty for Damon, too. He had never dressed me in vinyl but silk or satin. This was tight, just knee-length, tight as anything, and a bright hot pink color. I put matching very high heels on my feet; I had bought also new jewelry that I wore, strong dark make-up, blood-red lips, smokey eye makeup, and some supernatural perfume as I was not gonna open up my pheromones.
My hair was scarlet, in big curls and now I put it high ponytail, almost on top of my head, it landed on my back and this dress was cut very provocatively so my decollete was very visible, only one huge ruby was almost between my breasts, my newest jewelry, I had strapless bra which brought my breasts up on display, almost. My dress revealed my curves and my shoes accentuated the sway of my hips. My nails were long and blood-red, too.
I walked calmly into the nightclub and saw that there was Damon, in the middle of the ladies. None of them were club members, but they were around him. I could see several men turning to look at me, and I just smiled as I strolled into the club. There were a lot of people, music blared, and I could smell all the booze and perfumes that had saturated the air, but I didn't mind now.
Adam, Bran, and Samuel were chatting with the men. There was a group of women stalking around them. None from my pack didn't notice me right away. I walked at the bar, looked at my time and then I was having fun. At the bar, I struck up a conversation with a nice-looking bartender.
I took a double shot of tequila. We were talking about all sorts of flirty things and I noticed Bran noticing me. He said something to Adam, whose brows furrowed as I laughed huskily with the bartender. I drank my tequila shot slowly, talked with a few guys too, and after a while, I started walking across the nightclub floor towards the tables. I went to sit at one table, and this young guy in his thirties came up to me.
He, too, was a werewolf or a shapeshifter. He recognized me as America's sweetheart or the flea. He was one flea, but we hadn't met in person. I chatted with him about pretty standard things, a little bit of this and that. I hadn't been paying that much attention to the surroundings. I hadn't checked out what men were doing, and I hadn't seen as Adam had walked over to Damon and made him see me too and what I was doing.
This guy looked like Jesse Soffer. I was actually amused as Jake looked like another man from that police series, called Chicago P.D. And here in front of me, was another doppelgänger. We were talking about a lot of different stuff and he was telling me that Magnum had reserved for him some time with Murdock as he was too good with guns; he confessed to me he was a little nervous about Murdock and I told him it would be fine. He wanted to be on a mission with me. As I was more or less a legend. He was quite well taken by me as he had almost a crush on me. I had not noticed that my very possessive husband had slowly crept closer, had heard this guy's confession, and had seen his fawning over me. I was just too preoccupied in our conversation.
Suddenly, I felt a tight grip on my arm and someone lifted me and pressed me against him. Damon had noticed that I was chatting with a strange man. He roughly slammed me against the wall. We kissed with fucking passion and fervor. Do I always have to talk to strangers to get my husband to notice me?
He grunted in my ear," You belong to me, darling, and I am about to show it to everyone. Nice dress, by the way."
He held me tight against the wall and let his hands wander. I groaned when he touched my liver, but luckily, he didn't mind. Then he turned me to face the wall and lifted my hem. My dress was tight, but it had some stretch to it. He kept me tightly against the wall and I was so damn ready. I heard him unzipping his pants and pressing his thighs between my legs, spreading them.
He hissed in my ear, "Spread 'em or I will.."
I didn't move my legs, and I felt his thigh separating my legs mercilessly.
A hot thick glans began to penetrate between my pussy lips, parting and spreading them mercilessly. I felt a hard, hot rod sink into me from the force, and I was helpless at the mercy of this intruder. He pushed all the way to the bottom and started fucking me hard, passionately, and so clearly that everyone in the nightclub who was just looking in our direction could see what we were doing. He grunted and growled. I could not see much as he pressed my face against the wall as he fucked me senseless in that nightclub and hard, too.
I could feel myself starting to whimper and whine. He put his forearm in front of my face and said in my mind. "Bite it and don't whine, you little bitch. You asked for it".
When I bit my teeth into his arm, he pressed it so tightly against my mouth that it was like a gag. Again, another domination that made me explode roughly.
He controlled me again in a new way. He was biting me on all sides. I felt his fangs sinking into my flesh; he sipped my blood and showed everyone that I was his. Then he bit me, left possession marks all over my neck and throat, my shoulders too.
He ripped my jewelry off me and said, "I haven't permitted you to buy jewelry, bitch. Remember that. Only I buy them for you."
He said this out loud and not in so quiet voice. Finally, he exploded as I had come myself and twice, and I felt him flood his hot lust nectar deep inside me. I was all jelly. If he hadn't been holding me by the waist, I would have spilled on the ground like a wet rag.
He filled me very full, biting, whispering all kinds of dominant words and instructions for me to behave, even though his voice was low. Somehow, I knew that most of those who were listening and looking at our little show would hear them, too. Well, there goes my alpha bitch reputation when it comes to the wives' club.
When he was sure that I could actually stand, he said in my ear, " Fine, I can own you in public if you like. Just talk to one strange man, and then you'll see what the act is, darling. This was a warning. "
Then Damon put his trousers on and went off to talk to the other men. I went to sit at one table by myself as my legs obeyed somehow. He had again ripped my panties off me, and well it was peculiar to sit, so well fucked pussy, and soon the women of the club began to flock to the table, praising Damon and his performance. They were all in the same mind that Damon was the most dominant and possessive of all of their men, too.
I sat there for the evening and the women started talking about sex and then the conversation turned to the heat. How they are stressful and annoying, and how heat messes up family life and couple relationships. And if the heat is long, then nothing gets done and if they had work, then it would be again time to take leave of absence and lose pay for those heat days. Some of them complained about how their heat doesn't smell, they have the need, but males just don't smell it and they are not in the mood in the first place.
I noticed Bran was sneaking closer to listen, always better when he gets to hear for himself and I don't have to have anything to do with him. He was now again very plain-looking and no woman even noticed him at all.
The women got all worked up in their ranting and started comparing what kind of heat would be good and how long their heat would last and then they started talking about how they were pregnant all the time and having babies, 15 of these women were pregnant at this point and 10 had quite small children at home. How it was good that the pack was looking after the children and especially the babies and stuff.
How their husbands were obsessed with their fertility and getting them pregnant, and more so, how short their pregnancies were. Shifters, it was 8 weeks unless you are not alpha and then it could be as short as 4 weeks only. And they would make litters, so many babies or cubs. This was, of course, new information for me, but I was not so keen to even think that I would ever be pregnant and have kids or even cubs.
I couldn't even listen to all of it. I could see Bran was listening. Good for him. I'm not interested in politics of any kind, I'm more of a woman of action. Women continued to talk and drink, and they ordered a lot of booze as their talk got more bitter shade and ranting went on. I got up, excused myself, and walked calmly back to my suite.
I took my clothes off, went to a long hot shower, and washed. I wanted to get that stink out of me and it had felt like all that perfume and booze had somehow seeped into my clothes and my skin so I washed very thoroughly, and after that, I took one of my latest shopping too, brand new wonderful soft cotton nightgown and I slipped it on.
I had safe hot chocolate, so I made myself one huge mug of steaming hot chocolate and sipped it. I was clean, started to relax a bit, and a good night's sleep didn't feel like a bad idea at all. Rest would do me good. I washed my mug, put my clothes ready for the morning, opened my bed, and crawled in. It was soft and warm and I was feeling pretty tired and limp, happy somehow. Maybe this would be one pleasant cruise after all.
I was just wondering when I fell asleep that I've been through a lot of hard work lately and yet I can still sleep easily in a strange environment. I guess I had no traumas now that would make me see nightmares, so maybe I am growing up and getting rid of my nightmares, too.
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