Chapter 27 #2
Alisa’s glowing smile tells me we’re headed in the right direction. Holding my hand out to her, I help her down the last step.
“So pretty,” I agree, placing her hand on my arm to hold onto. “Please don’t twist your ankle.”
“I won’t,” she says, blushing. I won’t judge her for what she’s had to do in her past to be able to perfectly walk in these heels, but I will still worry she’ll bust her ass.
“I’ll grab a coat for you, just in case,” Silas says, picking one up from the closet by the front door. “The weather will be finicky for a bit longer.”
Mitch Ancherson’s home isn’t far from ours, but I wouldn’t chance walking there. Silas opens her car door as Lyle locks up, and I catch a glimpse of a gun strapped to her outer thigh. Fuck yes, Little Fighter.
Silas, Lyle, and I are also all packing. I don’t care for the Furies’ team owner. There’s nothing specific I can put my finger on, he simply reminds me of a middle aged sleazeball who peaked in high school. The type that throw their weight around and enjoy hearing themselves talk.
Fucking yuck. There are enough of these guys on the force. Maybe that’s what really gets under my skin. He has a hard-on for power.
The ride to the house doesn’t take long, and the house lies behind a gate and is lit up with a valet service taking cars.
“This is the first mandatory party he’s thrown while I’ve been on the team,” Troy grumbles. “I’ve skipped all the others.”
“Forced socializing sucks,” Alisa says. “Um. Could one of you stay with me tonight, please?”
“Oh, there will be two of us with you at all times,” I reassure her. “If you don’t want to talk, Silas will happily smile and respond for you. I hate shit like this. He carries the conversation when we go to events, and I stand there and watch.”
“You’re wonderful eye candy,” Lyle says, parking the car in the valet line. “If you want to add to the conversation, go for it, but if it makes you feel squirrelly…Don’t.”
“Simple enough,” she replies. “So when can we leave?”
“As soon as possible,” Troy grunts. Doors are opened by people and I slide out of the SUV to offer my hand to Alisa. She manages not to flash anyone, but I remain standing in front of her just the same until she’s done adjusting herself.
“Thanks.” Her voice is sweet and throaty as she squeezes my arm. I slow my steps to match hers because she shouldn’t need to run in order to keep up with my stride.
The front door opens as the five of us walk up the steps. There’s a man in formalwear much like ours and he takes Alisa’s coat while another person holds out a black box.
“Please put your mobile devices in here for the duration of the party. There is a strict policy to protect everyone’s privacy,” the butler drones. His demeanor makes it clear we need to comply or be kicked out.
On the one hand, it helps the players kick back and know their actions won’t end up in the newspapers. I can understand the rule, but I still dislike it.
“She didn’t bring a phone,” I grunt, dumping my cell phone into the box.
Troy, Silas, and Lyle do the same and we watch as the top is shut.
My lips purse slightly before smoothing out as I note its appearance.
I wouldn’t be surprised if all the mobile signals are blocked now that our phones are inside of it.
“Please continue down the hall, where you’ll find the party,” the butler says.
Wonderful.
As a united force, we stroll through the house, finding music, drinks, and a shit ton of people. Silas and Troy take the lead walking the room, chatting, and doing the social butterfly thing. This is Troy’s team, and I can see he’s doing the work to get to know the other players on the team.
I can see who he’s more comfortable with, and appears relaxed. In turn, my social battery slowly begins to tick down as I grab Alisa a bottle of water and a beer for myself. It slowly begins to feel stifling in here, and I wince as I glance toward the doors that exit into the backyard.
“Take me with you,” Alisa says out the side of her mouth.
“Gladly.” I dip my head toward the exit after connecting with Silas’ gaze and he inclines his head to show he understands. My hand remains at the small of her back as I escape outside with Alisa and her shoulders begin to move down from where they were slowly crawling up to her ears.
Some people will never enjoy the company of others who don’t belong in their inner circle. I don’t think there’s a damn thing wrong with that.
“Why is it so warm out here?” Alisa asks.
Her voice is low as we step further into the backyard, and I can feel the humidity of the air as well.
The ground is paved where we walk, and the plants surrounding us could rival the ones in our home.
I notice there are fans pumping out water sprays and heaters to keep the air warm.
As we continue, I hear the shouts and laughter of people in the pool to our left, and realize Mitch is trying to keep the air warm for those in the pool.
The water also has steam rising from its surface, another sign of comfort for his guests. Alisa glances around and makes the same connections I do, thereby answering her own questions.
“Let’s sit,” I suggest, walking her to a set of chairs tucked into the patio.
“It’s pretty out here.” Alisa allows me to pull her into my lap and sips from her bottle with a small sigh.
It’s the sound of someone unwinding from too much stimulation and I don’t blame her because it was both loud and warm inside. Glancing to my right I notice some of the players are flirting with women, and another has tossed her dress to the side, baring her breasts to the pool as they cheer.
“This is better than bar hopping.” Teagan lazily tips his beer into his mouth, his other hand adjusting himself.
Several more people are in their underwear in the pool, and it steadily appears this party is headed the R rated route.
“East?”
Alisa’s chest rises and falls with quick pants and her ass grinds down on my hard cock. I don’t ever remember getting this aroused this quickly, though I’ve been at half mast most of the night due to how beautiful my omega looks.
“What’s up, baby?” My voice is a rumble and she whimpers as she drops her bottle and her fingers dig into my thighs. Her sweet scent fills my nostrils, and I clunk my bottle down to wrap my arms around her.
“Something feels off. I don’t… ahhh. God, my clit fucking throbs, East.”
A moan travels over to us, and I drop my head onto the headrest to lazily find where it’s coming from. My hands are beginning to travel over Alisa’s body without my consent, and she whimpers as I pinch her nipple through the material.
Fuck. I need to stop.
“East…”
“Sink your nails deeper into my thighs, baby. Maybe it’ll help me clear my mind.”
Alisa doesn’t hesitate and I grunt as the bite of pain floods my senses. Unfortunately, it only serves to turn me on even more. Goddamnit.
There’s a player fisting his captain’s hair as he fucks into his mouth and I bite my bottom lip to attempt to shake the image from my mind. A woman who is obviously not one of these guys’ mate is being fucked in the pool, her body half out of the pool as she sucks another player’s cock.
This scene is getting more and more out of hand, and I can’t figure out what’s making us all feel like this.
“I think we’re in trouble, Alisa,” I rasp in her ear, my hand lowering to squeeze her upper thigh.
“I ache,” she confesses, her chest heaving. “I feel hazy and I want to bounce on your cock so fucking badly.”
Her eyes widen as she takes in the pool and she whines as more people begin fucking. The water is full of naked, writhing bodies, and it just kind of happened.
“Are you all enjoying the party?”
Alisa jumps as she shrinks against me, clamping her thighs shut. Her dress leaves very little to the imagination, and her holster is just barely covered by where my hand squeezes her thigh.
“Everyone else seems to be,” I grit out to Mitch. “Is this why phones were banned?”
“I don’t like bad publicity,” he says, waving his hand in our direction. “I want my players to be able to let loose, and it’s come to my attention that the bars could be compromised. Due to this, Coach Hyde is cramping their style by forcing them all to have a shadow at all times.
“As someone who knows these men have high libidos, I invited some very good friends of mine to the party. They’re all betas, signed a non-disclosure contract, and get to fuck a hockey player for the night.”
“What if they’re knotted by one of them?” Alisa asks.
Pinching her chin, I force her to meet my gaze. She’s hanging in there, but her eyes are hooded and her pupils blown out with arousal. Fuck me.
“They all understand this is a possibility,” Mitch chuckles.
“Did you hire them escorts?” I hiss, wincing as someone squeals. Teagan growls as he fucks his knot deeper inside the girl and I raise my brow at the Furies’ team owner.
“I see no harm in it. I’m sure they’re all knot trained.
The service is well vetted. In a few minutes, I’ll be inviting everyone to come outside to see the gardens, which should kick the party into high gear.
Why aren’t you two indulging? Your omega is clearly in need of your help.
Besides, if you don’t do it, she may go looking elsewhere. ”
“Fat…chance,” she rasps. “What’s in the air? What did you fucking do?”
Alisa is right.
“No one consented to being drugged,” I growl. “I’m taking my pack home.”
“No one can leave until the party is over,” he grins. “The doors are all locked, and any player who leaves will be considered in breach of their contract. I can make it so no one will touch Troy again. He’s lucky I took him at all.”
Alisa whines in distress and pain, bringing attention to us.
“I’ll take care of your girl if you won’t,” someone behind me suggests. “I’ll even let you watch.”
“We’re good.” Glaring at Mitch, I take a deep breath, which is a mistake as I accidentally pull more drug laced air into my lungs.
We’re in so much trouble. Shit.