The Alpha Men's Secret Club 3(21)

And I wish I was slim and beautiful like Shalimar. Kate could not keep that unbidden thought from springing to her mind.

“It’ll be all right,” Rust assured her. And then he added fervently, “You are beautiful, and don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise. You are beautiful to me and to every man here. Can you see how their eyes roam down your flesh?”

It was only the waiter and Teddy so far, but she was beginning to feel less uncertain. And she was so grateful to Rust for caring enough to reassure her. Whether or not they would be mated was arbitrary. She should revel in the attention of this man for as long as she caught his attention, and the future be damned.

“Then come.” Rust once again led her where everyone else was heading – beyond the circle of stones.

She wondered what psychological delights or tortures awaited her there.



15



The gardens beyond the circle of stones were even more richly decorated. The trees were decked with brightly colored lights, and the area was festooned with flowers. The air was redolent with their sweet smell, and the ground virtually tingled under Kate’s feet, as though a volcano was waiting to erupt beneath it.

There were scaffolds in the garden. Wooden beams erected in various conflagrations, and which were affixed with iron hooks and ropes and pulleys. Bright lanterns shone onto them, lighting them up. Kate’s chest chilled when she observed some of the guests taking their places at these scaffolds, which she now realized were bondage racks.

Rust’s arms circled around her waist.

“I want to tie you up to one of those, Kate,” he murmured in her ear. “It’s going to be a whole new level of pleasure for you to experience.”

“I don’t know about that,” she said, frightened. No, scratch that. She was terrified. She wasn’t sure that she was ready for such a public display.

“Don’t be scared. I’m right here with you. And you don’t have to worry about a thing. Do you trust me?”

She gazed into his beautiful green eyes.

“Yes,” she said, although her heart was throbbing.

He led her to an unoccupied rack. It was a horizontal beam mounted on two vertical ones, which were further stabilized by triangular legs. Suspended from the horizontal beam was a harness. Around them, some of the guests were beginning to shift into their animal selves – wolves and panthers and foxes, even a bear. A tremor passed through Kate. Their eyes were hungry as they surveyed the veritable landscape.

She was the only non-shifter here, she reckoned. Would they take it in mind to devour her?

Rust took off her bikini bottom, but left on her top. He helped her into the harness. It was actually a set of leather bonds and pulleys, designed to display her body in the most open way possible. When he had finished tying her up, her wrists were suspended from the top like a prisoner, and her thighs were splayed wide open – held up by two slings.

Her wet, glistening pussy was nicely exhibited. Her engorged clit was very prominent in her nether mound. Her vagina was a leaking water tap above the wet hole of her anus.

Rust surveyed her. The lust was very obvious in his eyes. Her pussy was at the level of his cock, which was pointing straight at her. He began to stroke her – massage her breasts and her nipples to get her aroused. He rubbed his thumbs and fingers down her sides and belly and hips. His ministrations were insistent, measured.

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.