ROMANCE: Mated to the Bear (Stepbrother Paranormal Shifter) (Threesome Taboo Romance) (47 page)

The young woman wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down. Inadvertently, his hand grazed the side of her breast as he half-hugged her.

“Hi, do we know each other?” the woman asked.

“No,” he looked down to get an eyeful of her nude breasts under her pink dress. “I don’t think so. Where are you from?”

She angled her face away from the outside of his ear. The gorgeous blond whispered so her voice trickled into Alan’s ear. He could feel the gentle warmth of her breath wisp out and tease the nape of his neck. Chills vibrated his body and he briefly felt weak in the knees.

“Well, I’m a friend of Katrina’s. We came together tonight. You look very…nice.” The masked blond woman politely covered her mouth as she giggled. Peering up at Alan, she rapidly bat her long, thick eyelashes.

Wow
, Alan thought.
She’s a bit forward
.

Both Alan and the blond masked woman looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. The young billionaire stared at her porcelain covering. The mask was adorned with green gems and speckles of painted stars surrounded the left eyehole. Her gorgeous blue eyes sparkled beneath the darkness of the emotionless mask.

“Well, I’m going to let you two be,” Maxwell broke their gaze. “Katrina let’s go gather the guests for dinner.”

Maxwell and his new companion, Katrina, wandered into the crowd as they parted ways allowing them room to pass. Alan wasn’t at all bothered by his friend’s departure and returned to his new acquaintance who didn’t seem to have a name.

“So, where you from?” he asked the blond woman.

Again, she angled her face away from Alan, leaned in toward his chest and spoke into his ear so that he could clearly hear her. A sweet perfume wafted from her neck that delighted Alan’s senses. The aroma reminded Alan of a candy shop, and he licked his bottom lip.

“Down the road a ways. How about you? Are you from around here?” she asked.

The young woman peered up at him. She raised her hand to Alan’s lips and gently wiped the moisture from his mouth before he answered.

“Uh, yeah,” knots formed in his stomach.

The woman smiled as she saw Alan squirm. Alan wasn’t entirely sure if this was going to progress into the orgy right away, but he was convinced that if it did, he’d be okay taking this young woman to an isolated portion of the mansion to be privately intimate with her.

Maxwell’s butler called for attention and announced that dinner was being served in the main ballroom. The crowd began to shift into the dining area as Alan and his new companion continued to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Well?” she called to Alan.

“Oh! Yes, let’s go eat,” he startled a bit but began to turn toward the dining area.

Alan briefly paused to allow his blond companion room to walk in front of him and lead him to where she wanted to sit. There was no telling who she knew in the room outside of Katrina and Maxwell, but he felt comfortable enough to follow her to sit at the same table.

The ballroom was dimly lit with purple and green accent lights. Four long tables were set parallel and evenly separated in the room. All the guests gradually filled the seats. Alan’s masked woman grabbed a chair at a table that was furthest from Maxwell. He breathed a sigh of relief because he knew he could relax further away from his friend. Max had a tendency to get a bit more obnoxious around crowds of people and he knew this occasion would be no different.

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Guests quickly grabbed their seats and within minutes the entire ballroom became flooded with servers and the best cuisine money could buy for the audience. Maxwell sat at the head of the table nearest the kitchen and called attention to the bustling crowd. He rapidly tapped the side of his glass with a dinner fork and all heads turned to see what the man of the house wanted to share before the evening’s festivities began.

“Look, I’m not going to waste your time with pointless banter because I know some of you have come here for one reason alone. It’s not too enjoy the good food or my hospitality. And, I hardly think that you came here for cheap champagne and filler conversation. You’ve come here to taste all the finer things in life, to sample the forbidden pleasures of the flesh and to do something that no other wealthy person has the balls to do.” Maxwell stepped up onto his chair, raised his champagne flute and placed his free hand on his belt buckle. “A toast…”

The room of people clinked glasses and as the noise settled, Max continued. “Let’s toast to good friends, great company…”

He paused, looked about the room and down to Katrina, who was seated next to him. “…And the first woman to suck my dick…”

Maxwell released his belt buckle and his pants dropped down exposing his long, partially-swollen cock. Sadly, he stood to nothing more than a nice round of applause and most everyone returning to their plates and individual chatter. Appearing incensed, the eccentric billionaire stepped down from the chair, sat and pulled himself to the table. He muttered to himself and Katrina whispered quietly to him. His face grew red.

Alan sat at the other end of the ballroom and watched as his new female companion took small bites from the cuisine. He was trying to think of what her name could be or if she even said what it was. No name came to mind and Alan found himself at an awkward impasse.

Should I save myself the embarrassment and just ask the girl? Or, is it that she’s just here for the orgy and prefers staying anonymous?
Alan thought.

Despite being surrounded by dozens of other party-goers, the young woman felt isolated at the moment and even more uncomfortable as Alan looked on. After three bites, she decided to say something only for both of them to speak simultaneously.

“No, you first,” she insisted.

“No, no, I’m good, what were you going to say?” Alan felt that breaking the silence would at least relieve some of the tension. He wasn’t entirely sure how to conduct himself at these types of events, but if he followed someone’s lead, he’d learn quickly.

“I was going to ask you if you wanted a bite of mine instead. You seem to be fixated on me rather than on the room.”

Alan nervously laughed and looked around the room. Shocked, he discovered that some attendees were removing clothes, some were probing each other, and a handful had started to pleasure themselves. How long had he been staring at her? Was he that deep in thought that he missed out on the announcement that the orgy had already begun?

“Fuck…” Alan whispered to himself.

He was frozen in his seat. At this point, Alan was deathly terrified of what was happening around him. Questions crossed his mind such as are all these people clean, did they get an HIV test, and what about the bisexual males? Would he have to put out for them too?

The masked woman giggled softly and reached to Alan’s leg. He startled from her sudden touch and snapped his head to look at her. Alan’s mouth hung open and no words could form. She gently rubbed his leg and brought her lips close to his neck. Her warm breath brushed against his skin, sending shockwaves and chills throughout his body. Alan began to arouse at her touch yet he was lost in the debauchery of the moment.

Alan felt he would never be able to perform around this many people. He shut his eyes, inhaled deeply and shifted in his seat to face his female companion. Reaching his hand behind her head, he grasped the base of her neck and pulled her close. And, as moans and cries of pleasure started to overcome the room, a loud crash came from the kitchen.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked to the swinging kitchen door where a small mess of bodies were covered with a platter full of food. Alan burst to his feet, displaying his apparent arousal as his erection pressed against the inside of his dress slacks. The masked blond woman only looked briefly to the commotion before she returned her gaze to Alan. But, she was greeted by his fully-clothed and aroused member. A smirk painted across her face.

“Get the fuck out!” An enraged scream called out from by the kitchen doors.

It was Maxwell and he was completely disrobed and showing off his saliva-covered hard-on. He grabbed the butler by his collar and snatched him to his feet. In one moment, the butler was on his feet and the next he laid in a heaping mess on the table. Food, alcohol, and broken pieces of glass covered him. A pale startled expression covered his face and blood began to trickle from his forehead and down his cheeks.

Panicked the butler scurried down the table knocking dishes to the side. His mask had pulled over his eyes and he tore it off for a better view. Furious, Maxwell grabbed his butler by his shoes and pulled him back to the floor as guests scattered. The butler flew off the table and landed head first on the floor with a loud thud.

At a loss for words, Alan raced to aid the mistreated butler. But before he could round the table, two security guards grasped the unconscious butler and carried him over their shoulders and out the room. Alan stopped, looked at Maxwell and back to his blond companion. Torn between his lust and his humanity, Alan froze. Already, the guests started to leave the room. And, to Alan’s shock, Katrina had already begun pumping life back into Maxwell, engulfing his cock with her mouth.

The blond masked woman stood and came to Alan’s side. Sadly, Alan was angry and confused as he watched most of the attendees continue their festivities without batting an eye. He raced to the door only to discover that the people, who scattered out, merely moved locations to continue their fondling, playing and fornicating.

“Jesus, what the fuck is…” Alan whispered to himself and turned to see the masked woman on his heels.

“Let’s get out of here, Alan.” The woman pleaded.

It was enough for Alan to see and hear. He grabbed the young lady’s hand and sprinted past a cluster of nude elitists that were tangled near the entryway fountain. The front door was blocked by four women stripping one another, so in a panic, Alan led the young lady up the stairs. All he could think of was getting away from the madness and just gathering his thoughts.

Room after room that he opened, Alan found at least two to three people screwing. The orgy was in full swing and dinner had hardly been served. Maxwell certainly timed his announcement perfectly, but it seemed like his outburst with the butler sent the crowd into a frenzy of lust and decadence.

What the hell is wrong with these people?
he thought.

Breathless, Alan finally opened a door to find the room empty. He hurried his companion into the room, then closed and locked the door. The blond masked woman sat on the edge of a large canopied bed with light golden fine cloth dangling from atop the posts. She reached behind her head and pulled the mask strings tight, securing it closer to her face. In their rush, she had almost lost her mask from sweating profusely.

Mascara bled down her cheeks from under her mask and her bright blue eyes glowed through the mask. Afraid that the commotion scared his new friend, Alan rushed to kneel in front of her and survey the problem.

He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head so their eyes met.

“Are you okay?” Alan questioned, even though he was the person in need.

“Yeah, why? I only just ran an entire city block for us to hide from the party.” The woman stood and grasped hold of the bed post. She swung around on the bed post and landed on the bed. “Come on, lighten up. What’s your issue?”

Alan broke for a moment as he saw her ruby red lips curl into a giant smile. How could she be happy at a time like this? Did she not see a poor man crack his head open? Was she as sick as these other elitists?

“Look, the man is going to be fine, I don’t think the security guards are going to just throw the man in a dumpster. Besides, look…” She pointed out the window.

The butler was on his feet and furiously yelling at the security guard. The big men stood their ground as one appeared to be on the phone. Alan and the masked woman approached the window and watched the scene unfold. Within minutes, an ambulance and police vehicle pulled up. Maxwell came out with only his pants on and joined his security guards. He slipped something to the police officer, pointed to the ambulance and nodded.

The butler was loaded into the ambulance and within minutes, the sirens and lights departed. No report, no scene and it was all over. Alan ran to the door but was stopped by the masked woman.

“Alan!”

He stopped in his tracks and looked back at her.

“What?”

“I have something to tell you.” She spoke with urgency but was far too distracted to hear her.

He turned back to the door, unlocked it and opened it enough to see that the orgy had spread and Maxwell was in a pile of nude and lubricated bodies. All of them writhing about on the ground on the floor next to the fountain in the main entry way. Some attendees spilled into the fountain, reveling in the cold water. Alan closed the door and locked it.

“Shit…” he muttered to himself.

The young woman was behind him again. She looked on curiously at the troubled man. He quickly walked to the bed, kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket into the bedside chair. He sat on the bed and extended his legs in front of him. Thinking of how he could get out only served to frustrate him more. As long as he stayed in this room until the end of the night, he’d be okay. So absorbed in his thoughts, Alan had almost forgotten about the masked woman.

She kicked her high heels off and sat next to him on the bed. Scooting close to his body, the young woman hugged Alan from the side. His chest heaved with anger and his clothes were wet with perspiration.

“Hey, are
you
going to be alright?” the woman placed her forefinger on his chin.

Alan continued to glare off into the distance.

“Look, I don’t know your friend very well, but I will agree with you that what he did was messed up. But, unless you plan on doing something about it now, why should we let this spoil the evening?”

The young man turned to the masked woman and stared at her plump bottom lip. She lightly bit down on that lip and smirked a bit since she knew that the man finally acknowledged her. A beautiful smile spread across her face, seemingly lightening his mood. He looked up into her bright blue eyes.

“Hey, we can’t undo what he did and it doesn’t appear like either one of us want to screw everyone in the room. But, can I suggest something?” she asked.

“…yeah…” Alan’s voice crackled.

“We had a good start at the dinner table, so why don’t we just pick up where we left off?” she popped up and then quickly sat down on her knees on the plush bed covering.

Alan looked her over in the dim light of the room. She had a tiny frame, toned shoulders, small perky breasts and curly blond hair that seemed to have loosened since their run throughout the mansion. A devilish grin spread across her face.

“What were you going to say in the ballroom before all that craziness?”

Alan sniffed, rubbed his face and mustered a grin.
The place could be burning down for all she cares,
he thought.
Yet she’d still want to talk?

“Go ahead, I’ll wait,” She said.

Alan couldn’t resist and he knew that if he was going to be stuck in this room with her that he’d better start getting to know her. Or, at the very least, get along with her. He loosened his bolo tie and opened the top few buttons on his sweaty dress shirt.

Leaning back onto his elbows, Alan remembered what he was about to ask her. Embarrassment seemed to melt away and he admitted immediately what was ailing him. He laughed to himself and slipped off his wet black bandana. Pausing a moment, Alan leaned forward to remove her mask. The woman pulled away and wagged her finger.

“Oh,” Alan chuckled. “I see! Well, at least tell me this—what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” she smiled coyly back at him.

“Oh, so it’s going to be that way?!” Alan laughed. He quickly grabbed her and tossed her down on the bed. “So, you get to know my name and my face yet I don’t get either?”

“Isn’t that how these parties work?” she patronized him.

He mounted over her body and pinned her wrists to the bed. Hardly resisting, Alan interrogated further.

“I wouldn’t know I’m a newbie. What about you? From what Max made out, he seemed to already know you.”

“For all you know, I may have just met him just before we met.” She snickered and tried to squirm free.

The two wrestled about on the fluffy bed and laughter filled the room. They playfully hit each other with feather-down pillows and kicked bed covering to the floor. Tried as he could, Alan couldn’t manage to grasp the mask to remove it. After a bit of struggling, he gave in and just enjoyed messing around with the young woman.