These men had to know these women were wolves. They didn’t consider much, just to follow Jacqueline and Monica to a room away from the party. They were all drunk, high off of elation, ready to play…they didn’t mind that Jacqueline locked the door, and stuffed the key in her corset.
Julio didn’t waste anytime, close to Monica’s neck now, kissing it, as she laughed. She had gotten good at pretending. Monica turned to face him, Julio taking the chance to kiss her. He did so as if every moment, he was slowly slipping into her claws, absolutely unknowing of the danger he was in. Jacqueline was juggling two men, the last one making his way over to Monica, handing her a goblet of champagne.
Things were unwinding.
“Wait,” Jacqueline said, “I wanted to play a game. It would make things much more fun…”
“Does it eventually involve penetration,” one patron asked.
Everyone laughed, right to the point.
“Eventually. We ask a question, you guess the answer. You guess wrong, you take a shot of Honey Liqueur. You guess right, we remove an article of clothing-”
“That’s a lot of questions then,” another patron joked.
Everyone laughed again.
“First, we all take a shot to set the mood…” Jacqueline began passing around what she already poured, “then we start.”
Once everyone followed instructions, she situated the men to sit in chairs, as her and Monica took little cards she’d written out, and began asking questions.
“Okay. Question number one. What would weigh more. My dress, or Jacqueline’s wig?” Monica asked, trying not to laugh. She reached up to pat it, making the entire party burst into laughter.
“I object,” Jacqueline said through giggles, “who wrote these questions!”
“I wager,” Julio said, staring deeply at Monica again, “probably her dress.”
“That is correct!” Jacqueline squealed, clapping a little.
Monica sighed, eyeing the handsome wolf, and shed her gloves, laughing at Julios’ reaction.
“I’ve been cheated!” he exclaimed, “remove something else.”
Monica eyed him, slipped under her skirts and removed her garter belt. He grinned widely as his crew ooh’d and awed at her display.
“That’s a little better,” he admitted. Monica could tell her was aroused, the temperature had risen in the room.
“Ok,” Jacqueline said, “next question. Who would be a better fuck?”
There was quiet mumbling between all of the men, as they huddled together briefly to discuss the matter. Both women are gorgeous and ample, but a decision had to be made.
“Before I answer,” Julio protested, “how could we get the answer wrong?”
“Ah,” Jacqueline spoke up, “he is a smart one, is he not.”
“Both,” a younger wolf prompted, “I’d have them both.”
Clapping and laughter followed, and the next hour or two, the women had barely shed their clothing, but the men were drunk, loud, foolish and ready. Julio was robust and full of gusto, steadily eyeing Monica. One of the younger wolves passed out in his chair. Jacqueline took over answering questions.
More honey liqueur was serviced, more time slipped by. Eventually, guests started leaving, but Julio was convinced he would have his way with Monica tonight. She walked over to him, as his hand traveled up her skirts. He grabbed firmly at her backside, and eyed her. She bit her lip, wanting to succumb just for a moment.
When she looked back at Jacqueline, she shrugged and nodded…it would set the stage for what would happen next.
“We’re going to do a strip tease,” Monica said in the most alluring manner, “and the lucky winner gets mounted.”
She broke herself from Julios’ grasp, with him swallowed up in her looks and his drunken desires.
“First we’re going to tie you down,” Monica said, “the man who doesn’t try to break free…gets the reward.”
She was tying Julio down first, then she kissed him. Feverishly so. He moaned a little, and when she stopped, he looked up as if he were begging for more. Jacqueline helped secure the rest of the velvet rope. It was thick, bridling and sturdy.
“Test it,” Monica teased.
The three men left giggled, attempting to lift their arms to show it was secure.
“Good,” Monica said, loosening her corset on her own accord.
Her friend followed suit, stopping for a moment to watch the men. Walking down the line to pat their faces, hoping to get a reaction. Monica started stepping out of her skirt, laughing at Julio’s sucking air. He put his head back and exasperated for a moment, eyeing her still.
While Jacqueine decided to distract the other, Monica broke the rules to her own game, swiftly making it to Julio. First, she tugged his trousers down, slowly of course. Without hesitation, mounted him and began moving her hips. He jerked, trying to grab for her, but laughed when he realized he was still tied down.
It was when Monica began to bounce that he was certain he would lose it. Monica moaned louder, bounced harder. It was as if she were unstoppable. She was enjoying everything about this, because it would lead up to what she had desired all over. Julio was so consumed in her, he heard and saw nothing. That her friend sat silver, jagged edge knives behind him and his friends, that she was waiting for Monica to have her fill.
She pressed herself into Julio, kissing him hard again. Then she reached for a knife, no one to stop her. With one more moan, she drove the knife into the left side of his neck, and stepped off as quickly as possible, the knife still in her hand now. Julio’s eyes had widened, his neck spurting out blood, as Monica slashed at the wolf next to him. She stepped back and smiled, as the last one left who hadn’t fallen asleep, was pleading for his life.
“Wait,” he said lowly, “wait, wait, wait, wait.”
“For what?” Monica hissed.
“Why are you doing this?” he pleaded.
His knees were knocking together, and it appeared he had pissed himself. Jacqueline left to secure the doors, leaving Monica to finish her business.
“Leo Ramos has a blood trail. And every single time I do this, no one seems to know who killed my mother…”
“It wasn’t me!” he shrieked trying to break free.
He was trained to turn on full moons, his wolf hood would not help him now. He struggled under the ropes, realizing that the women were wolves also. It was tight, burning into his flesh. He was drunk, scared and all that was left was the fellow who fell asleep.
“Ok,” he said, assessing his situation, “its a French vampire. From the House of Desespere. Tall, blonde haired. He killed your mother!”
Monica started to consider who that could be, looking at Jacqueline, who shrugged.
“Fine, thank you for telling me,” Monica said, walking over to him.
She straddled him as well, and began petting his curls as he wept, pleaded with her. Monica took the silver jagged weapon, then slowly pierced him in his side. When she removed it, blood surged out. She rose, watching the wolf on the end sleep peacefully.
“Hopefully, he’s dreaming,” she noted.
She drew his head back, cutting his throat. Without stepping back, saw the clock, realizing the time. Tio wanted her back before five am, at this point she would be cutting it close. She was drunk, covered in blood…he could be awake by the time she arrived.
“You’ll clean this up?” Monica asked.
“Of course, the maids have been maid aware.”
Monica frowned at her friend. So much had changed between the two of them. It seemed as though she was enjoying this as much as her.
“Jacqueline, once again, what do you get out of doing this?” Monica pondered.
“Leo had my brother killed a while back. He was trying to get my father to fold to his will.”
“Did it work?” Monica asked, using the liquor to wash off some of the blood from her hands.
“Of course it did.”
“And what?”
Jacqueline was quiet now, unlike her. She looked as though she didn’t want to say.
“He…owns all of my father’s properties, except for this house. Everything my father has earned and found. He took claim over it. Said it was payment for his years of uninvolvement…”
“Sounds about right,” Monica said, tighting up her corset.
Her friend came to help, splashing her with liquor, wiping her down. Now, fixing her hair.
“What will your Tio say?” Jacqueline was being ignorant.
“Let’s hope he smells honey liqueur, and not wolf blood,” Monica answered.
She knew she had blood on her face, but she was tired, drunk and ready to go. Her carriage was waiting. She boarded it, a brief good bye from her silly, little friend. Then she sat back, examined her evening out and began to cry. Someone finally gave her an answer, but she wasn’t sure she could keep this up. She enjoyed riding Julio, then killing him. In fact, she loved it. She enjoyed the crying and pleading the other wolf did. Monica felt she was spiraling out of control. Could she continue on?
She knew Jacqueline would clean up the mess. Her parents were away, anyway. Her secrets were safe with her. But Leo, having her brother Matteiu killed…that was a lot. She always liked him, used to pretend she’d marry him one day. Monica was ugly crying, wailing, snot pouring out. It was as if she needed to cry, she didn’t care who heard her.
When the carriage pulled up, she figured her uncle would be sitting in the window, looking for her. Instead, she was greeted by a man she’d seen only once . After a moment, she caught his scent and realized he was a wolf as well. He was average height, and average build, but he had beautiful green eyes and gorgeous curls.
He looked up and smiled at her, Monica instantly wondering if he were here to arrest her. Instead, he offered a hand to help her out. It was cold, she was half dressed, with blood splattered on the right side of her face. They were still staring at each other, then he cleared his throat.
“My name is Sebastian Herrara. I’m offering you my services,” he said boldly.
“I have no idea-”
“You’d want to hear this out. I’ll cover for you, for last night. I know what you’re doing, and why. I may be able to help you find the individual who killed your mother…”
Monica’s eyes widened, he must have worked for Leo…
He raised his hand for her to shake, and as they did, he smiled a very toothy smile.
“How many did you get this time?”
The Heiress JCS 