Zion

The base causes the floor and walls to shake, my body feeling the vibrations as I travel across the floor.

Not only do I have no idea what they Arthur looks like, but I have no clue where to find him. Something tells me he’s okay with that, that he doesn’t mind at all. A voice in the back of my head says he will find me.

I arrived right on time, getting in surprisingly easily as the bouncer checking the names off asked me who was in waiting for me. I didn’t even finish Arthur’s name before the robe was opened for me and a woman lead me down a narrow hall and into this massive structure. Five floors high, the main area open as balconies look down upon the crowds of people either drinking, dancing, or doing whatever they want.

High-end and very ostentatious, I already know I don’t fit in even with an expensive designer dress (knowing Zion that’s got to be what I am wearing). My ID even though I’m eighteen? Alpha Nixon made me one before me left, Zion unsure of if the rogue warehouse would let me in without being twenty-one. So, to say the least, since made by Alpha Nixon who Zion appraises for his hacking and fake document skills, my fake ID must be pretty real unlike the rest of the fake ones out there.

A couple of girls run into me on accident, clad in nothing but shiny attire that barely covers their bodies and cocktails in at least one hand. They apologize and I move on, looking around for anyone at least a bit shady that I could associate with this rogue.

The fact that Zion watched me escape the hotel makes me uneasy. For all I know he could show up, cause a scene, and drag me out. For all I know I could just apologize for my attitude and ask him who his mate is and who really killed my parents. Though he has already told me both of the answers, I still don’t have a single clue. I still doubt.

“Let me guess, girl from Kansas? A farm? Exploring the big city?” A male asks as he almost passed bye, winking at me as I feel uneasy. Sure, he’s attractive with sandy blond hair, gray eyes, and a good body, but he’s not my type. Zion is my type. But what really is my type? A mysterious breed of males older than me who rule over Kingdoms humans find to be only fairytales. “Or rebelling against mom and dad as you are in college and living a little?”

I forgot about annoying dude over here.

He’s not wolf, he’s human, meaning I could easily beat the living shit out of him. “Is this some sort of game? Guess the girl’s background and if you’re right, their end of the bargain is to have rough sex in the alleyway?”

He’s surprised by me, but install goes back to ‘Mr. Suave.’ I bet he’s run across a few girls like me, those who give sass rather than sex.

He chuckles, trying to play it cool. “Now there’s a little A Honors student. Let me guess? Med student living the party life?”

“Wrong again,” I reply, looking over his shoulder to try and find anyone who could be Arthur. Or at least make sure Zion is not here. What would Zion even do to this kid? Snap his neck? Feed him to the dogs? Create a chase and the winner gets to keep this dude’s teeth? Back in the more barbaric days of the werewolves, when you killed your enemy, the victor of the fight would keep the canines of their opponent. Sounds weird, but it’s true.

“Law.”

“Goodbye.”

“One drink?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Let me guess, Frat boy who would haze countless freshman girls?” He looks offended. “Two can play the guessing game, though I find it quite dull,” I express, pushing right past the dude and just as I reach the next crowd, my arm is grabbed.

Before I even get a chance to slap the guy, he says a sentence that makes me nod and follow, “Arthur wants to see you now, third floor, VIP, golden sofa.”

My arm is freed, the boy disappearing into the crowd of dancers. I’m left to myself once again, my feet working on their own account as I reach the stone stairs. As I begin my ascent, I focus on Zion. He’s going to be pissed when I head back. If I head back. If he truly did kill my parents... I’ll never speak to him again. Hell! I’d go off the radar to stay away from him, and kneeling him, he’ll try looking for my no matter what.

As I reach the third floor, I head straight towards an opening section where VIP can be read in silver letters.

A guard stops me, asking for a name.

Arthur.

That’s the only name people seem to care about here. If I didn’t know he was a rogue and knew the ring leaders then I would assume he was part of the Mafia.

“Miss Black, so happy you could make it in time.”

What I expected was some macho alpha male in his mid-thirties ok some Italian suit. Instead he sits on his golden sofa, a Hawaiian shirt of pastel blues and greens, dyed silver hair combed back, and tan skin with one tattoo sleeve of guns and roses everywhere. Quite the character I assume.

“Sit.”

And I do, taking my spot on a black chair across from him as one woman sits beside him, her hair dyed bright red and nothing but a revealing bikini top and bottoms as her skin is practically bathed in gold glitter.

Strange people sometimes can be the most helpful.

“I take it the big Wolf King isn’t here?”

I shake my head.

“Then let’s begin.”

“I need two questions answered,” I explain, crossing my legs as I feel uncomfortable. His hand runs through the woman’s hair, trailing down her breasts as my throat becomes dry. “They are very important to me.”

My eyes widen in shock as the woman takes off her top, her breasts on full display as I noticed her nipples are also pierced. What the hell is about to happen? Who the hell takes a bath in gold glitter? For sure she has a killer body though.

“Let me guess, they both relate to your Alpha King?”

I nod, trying to keep my eyes on his, but the whole time I’m shocked as he groped the woman’s breasts, his eyes still on mine. “They do, and I just want to know if I can trust him. To know if his answers were correct.”

“I hear you are to marry him,” Arthur comments.

“Another reason I kind of need these answers.”

Arthur nods, taking his hands away from the woman, only for another one to enter, this time her top already gone and her body bathed in blue glitter. What the hell is his job and what do these woman do? “So what’s in it for me?”

Of course. No one would take time out of their day and risk their safety for someone like me who has ties to the King without a bargain.

What is in it for him?

“How much is Zion paying you tomorrow?”

“Three million.”

I almost choke on my own air. Three!?

“I can make him raise-

“I don’t want more money, Miss Black,” Arthur interrupts, causing me to shut my mouth and my jaw clench.

The blue glittery woman sits right before Arthur, facing me as she suddenly does what I want to almost scream and get some holy water. She starts to touch herself as she removes her bottoms, her eyes locked with mine as she does so the whole time. Goddess what is going on with these people!?

“What are you wanting?”

Just as the woman puts her hands to the floor and I think she’s done, she suddenly straightens her legs, her butt right before Arthur as he gets quite the view.

This is some crazy R-rated shit right here that I’d rather not want to see.

“Could you...could you please make her stop?” I ask kindly, keeping my eyes on Arthur as the woman begins to fondle her breasts, pushing them together as she stares at me. What the hell is her problem?! This is horrible to watch.

“You don’t like what Cherry is doing? I think it’s quite beautiful,” Arthur comments, grabbing her hips and slamming them down and onto his pants. “Turns me on, and I bet it does to you as well.”

I shake my head, wanting to leave as he begins to dry hump her.

Just as I’m about to walk away, Arthur smiles. “You leave and you’re left to wonder and go behind lover boy’s back even more.”

He’s right. But is all of this really worth it.

I settle back down into my chair, only to feel my heart jump as the woman (Cherry) is right before me, on her knees, her hands landing on my thighs.

“Cherry is my favorite here.”

“A brothel?” I ask, wounding if this is why she’s bathed in glitter. Would that make sense?

The woman in the gold goes back to Author, straddling him as she faces me, leaning down as Arthur smiles.

“Not quite, the girls here actually have a choice. Many of them are hiding from the authorities and I offer them shelter for some work.”

“Arthur, can we go back to our meeting and can Cherry please not touch me?” I ask kindly, knowing that I really need my answers. I just do not know how much longer I can stay here with these women like this.

“You don’t like us?” The golden one asks, looking up at me, her blue eyes giving me the puppy eye look. Goddess I hope to never become one of these women.

“Arthur, I came here for some damn answers!” I snap, pushing Cherry’s hands off of my thighs.

She frowns, crawling over to the golden one as they stare at me.

“You came into my turf, Miss Black, meaning you-

“I didn’t expect you to have naked women parading around and making me uncomfortable here! I want answers that are simple!”

“I need a payment,” Arthur responds, his voice cold as I can sense the atmosphere tense.

Taking in a deep breath, I try and think of something. He doesn’t want money, so what is it? Do I need my answers this badly?

I could always ask Zion, I could always ask him for answers. But I’ve done that, and now, here I am, doubting Zion as I am desperate to know who killed my parents. I could always forget Arthur and just find out a different way, but no warriors of the palace would dare disrespect the Alpha King.

“What do you want?” I ask, watching as a smug smile pull upon his lips.

It’s as if this is some order to the girls as Cherry ones back to me, on her knees once more, fingers circling my arms. I don’t know what the hell is bout to happen. All I know if I find myself shocked once more as the golden one goes back to dry humping Arthur as she calls him words I’d never say to anyone.

“Miss Black, what do all men want?”

He doesn’t want wealth, meaning that should not be my answer.

“Power,” I respond as Cherry rests her breasts upon my shut knees, her fingers moving from my arms to play with her nipples. What the hell?! Can’t this stop!

“Ah, we have a good student here. Gold star,” Arthur comments. “Power is something all men just love!” Cherry nods in agreement as she looks up at me, moving her hands once more.

I flinch as she pushes my legs apart, getting to my feet.

“Power.” I stop, sitting back down. “Power is something even Zion loves. Power is something all people want. We want to be in control, to rule. Why do you think we are afraid of death? Because we cannot control it.”

As I take my seat, Cherry pushes my legs apart again, my dress riding up as I move my hands, trying to keep it down.

“Even Cherry here loves to be in control, but she knows who she belongs to, don’t you, Cherry?”

Cherry agrees with a moan, something that makes my skin pale.

What the hell do they have planned?

“So, I love how you have come to me, Miss Black, wanting answers, but to get those answers, I am in control-

“I’m not having sex with-

“I never said I wanted that. Besides, I have a house full of girls just dying to make my night when I go back.”

Thank the goddess he actually has a bit of sanity. “Now, I am in control here, so a simple little suggestion, keep your arms by your side.”

I meet the woman’s eyes, watching as she looks up at me.

Sighing and rolling my eyes, I do so, feeling my dress ride up.

Arthur doesn’t even look my way as he goes back to the golden girl in his lap, who is now turned around, on her knees, and from what I can say, is sucking him off as we speak. Does he not have any manners?!

Slim fingers play along my knees, going further up.

Arthur tells Cherry to stop with that, making me feel blessed as she frowns. That’s when she looks back to him, gaining a nod of approval from the devil himself.

“Zion seeks power in this new war, to win and be in control. This war will take a toll on all of us.” He’s right, every werewolf will be affected.

Suddenly, Cherry moves away, showing off her rear to me. Sometime I’d wish for a body like that. She heads over to Arthur who kisses her cheek, whispering in her ear as I find myself crossing my legs again.

“You know I’m like a diary, one that holds every secret of pretty much every Alpha King in history, not to mention that what you need most with the ring leaders, I’m your only missing piece to the puzzle.”

“What are you getting at?” I ask, crossing my arms as I just want to be under the covers of my bed, sleeping. The loud music is not my crowd.

As the golden girl turns around, zipping his zipper, she sends a wink my way before playing with her body down South, making sounds I’d be ashamed to make in public. “What a good girl you are, Opal.”

Opal smiles as she leans her head back now, saying how he makes her feel this way. Goddess I just want to go home. I want to be like Dorothy and click my shoes together three times and be home from all of this.

Cherry gets up, making my skin pale. If anything I’d like to not be molested by a Smurf tonight.

She crawls over to me, like some animal, only to plop herself down on my lap.

I freak, trying to move, only to be held in a tight grip.

“Cherry here was once a warrior of a Warlord’s pack, so don’t underestimate her here.”

My day just got worse.

There’s a freaking Smurf on my lap who is completely nude except for a pair of silver heels.

“When the werewolf economy is affected by the war, Miss Black, I want to know my accounts and everything I do will still be in business.”

“Brothels will sadly never be out of business,” I snap, only to yip out in complete and utter shock as the woman begins to grind on me. “I’m not against anyone in the homosexual community here, Arthur, but I’m straight and have a fiancé.”

He chuckles, getting to his feet as he goes to grab a bottle of some tequila from a shelf.

“I do more than brothels, Miss Black, they are like a side job.”

Oh boy, this is not good.

“I do illegal weapons training across the globe, with werewolf packs. Wolfsbane is one of my biggest incomes.”

Oh no.

Just as he takes a seat, he hands me a shot of the alcohol. “You look like you need it.”

“I do indeed,” I mutter, looking at Cherry as she still has a hold of my hands.

“But I’ll let Cherry hand it over.”

“This is not funny,” I snap, wanting to break out my wolf so badly right now. This is not my ideal place to be stuck at all.

Cherry takes my hands in one of her’s, letting me know she’s damn strong.

She takes the shot glass from Arthur, turning to me as she smiles like some fake innocent child.

“Open wide.”

I don’t retaliate but do as she says, just wanting the alcohol to help me out here.

I only freak out as she pushes her left breast into my mouth, pushing on my head to keep it close as Opal giggles, beginning to play with herself even more.

I need a whole bottle of tequila now.

I need to get out of here now.

And yet, at the same time, something deep down, something tells me to stay. At least here I’m learning to never come to a place like this again.

With her tit still in my mouth, I just want to bite, but the look Arthur gives tells me not to.

Accidentally, as I move my tongue to get away, I end up kicking, causing a Cherry to let out a sound I want to stop. She grinds into me, making me feel how wet she is getting down below. What the hell is her problem!?

“Oh, Miss Black,” Cherry sighs our, looking down to me as she pulls away.

She needs some help in the mental department now!

Freedom!

“Miss Black you’re so good.”

It makes me want to puke.

“Again,” Opal calls our, her voice cracking as she is pushing three fingers in and out of her, Arthur watching as well.

“See, Miss Black, power can make people feel so many different things. For Cherry and Opal, it gets them turned on.”

I shake my head as I watch Opal rise to her feet, walking over to me.

“Let’s see what her limits are, girls,” Arthur calls out. “Don’t worry those, Sybil, I have limits of what they do.”

“Bull!” I hiss, only to be cut off with another boob in my mouth, my body not quick enough to know what’s happening before I move to much as Cherry means like some porn star.

“Opal, have some fun too.”

My arms are held tight, over powering me as Arthur stands you, getting a good view as Cherry stands up over my lap, Opal moving to my legs as she pushes them apart hard.

“Power is what can turn some also submissive, Miss Black, it can make some turned on. I bet that’s how it is with Zion, how he takes you and plunges into you like some barbarian.”

Suddenly, Cherry pulls down the sleeves of my dress, revealing my bra as Opal has my dress pushed up art the way to my hips.

“Girl, give her a little space.”

Cherry moves from my mouth and Opal from my legs as I let out a deep breath of air. My arms are still held tight to my disappointment.

“And I bet, right now, like any submissive girl that Zion would choose, you’re feeling something stir down south in you.”

“Like my vomit, that sounds a bit right,” I respond, wanting to throw curse word after curse word at these people.

“Yet you don’t bite at Cherry, Sybil,” Arthur states as I hear the crowd down below still dance and sing along to a new song. “You enjoy it.”

“I think that’s a really far stretch of the truth.”

Opal grabs my thong, pulling it off as I begin to feel my legs shake. What the hell is about to happen to me?

“I bet she’s soaked,” Opal sings, gaining a giggle from Cherry as her own hands move to my bra.

“I want my answers, Arthur,” I snap, only to watch as Arthur takes a seat on his couch.

“And I want you to watch how power is so important.”

“This is not fun!” I claim, almost yelping as Opal’s finger skims an area I don’t want her to.

“I won! She’s almost there, let’s show her a good time.”

“Let’s show me the exit, this is not worth it!”

“Your parents death is not worth knowing who murdered them?”

I suddenly cry out, one of surprise and being freaked as a tongue licks me, causing me to shudder. “I think Miss Black deserves a good time. No King can be that good.”

“Ohh! He’s that good, I’m fine here! I’ve got a King back home! I don’t need this. Like sugar! Too much is bad for you,” I state, at least trying to listen the mood as my breasts are exposed to the world and Arthur smiles. “I thought you said you get enough of this at your house?”

“Some extra flesh isn’t too bad,” he comments, pulling himself out of his pants as he watches his girls.

“This is sick!”

“Yet you do not kick or scream,” he comments, nodding to Cherry as she lands her mouth over my own breasts. Her tongue runs across each, liking every inch as Opal pushes the nail of her thumb right in.

“Arthur, stop this,” I snap, feeling my wrists bruise from the force locking them together. “This is disgusting and I’ll have your head one day for it!”

Opal’s whole finger disappears into my body, causing my head to snap back. I need out of here, now. I need to leave right now and never look black.

“I think she doesn’t want us to stop,” Opal almost sings out. She moves faster, in and out.

“Oh I want you both to stop,” I snap.

Cherry sits back down on me, almost sitting on Opal’s head as heat transfers through my body. My blood begins to boil. Cherry begins to grind again, pressing her front against mine as she plays with my own. “To think a King gets all of this. You need that shot now,” Cherry comments, picking back up the alcohol as I praise the goddess for it. “Bottoms up,” Cherry chants, pressing her full body against mine as she raises the glass.

I open my mouth,ready for it as she stares down at me. “Opal, another one.”

Before I even understand what that means another finger enters me, a longer one that reaches new limits. What the hell is happening to me? This has to be some sick dream, and sadly I know it is not. I’ll forever see member this sadly enough.

“Here you go, Miss Black.”

I get my shot, but as I don’t, as I swallow it, my nipples are pinched, causing me to arch my back, pressing myself into the two girls even more as Arthur smiles. “Arthur, did Zion kill my parents?”

“Cherry, work some magic there.”

Opal moves, leaving me empty as I feel overjoyed.

All of a sudden I find myself on my back, Opal holding my arms down, and Cherry still on top of me.

This needs to stop.

And yet I’ve said that multiple times. Yet I am here. I need my damn answers.

What the hell is going to happen.

“I can’t wait for our meeting tomorrow, Sybil, how we will be right there with your fiancé and a big secret about what is going on right now.”

“So that’s what you want? That power? The power of being one foot away from Zion with a massive secret about what is going on with me?”

“We have a winner,” Cherry cries out in glee, sitting herself down on my thankfully clothes torso. As she lays down on me once more, practically smashing her front against mine, Arthur smiles brightly.

“My answer, Arthur!” I snap, feeling Cherry hold my arms down as Opal struts over to Arthur, kneeling as she takes him in her mouth. “Because I want to kill you right now.”

Cherry frowns, scooting up to where her lower regions are almost right on top of my front. She scoots herself closer, making sure I have a view of her breasts as Arthur pushes Opal away.

“Say goodbye to Sybil, girls, she’s done her part of the bargain.”

They both frown, Opal heading back over to me. She slides a finger into me without a warning, making me know Ill never have intimacy with Zion the same way again. Making me know I’ll forever remember someone was down there who makes me cringe.

This makes it to my top list of awkward sexual activities. The beats the back the car experience. This is very bad.

They get off of new, causing me to fix my clothing properly, practically running as I head right towards the exit.

“Rogues, Miss Black, three of them,” Arthur informs.

I spare the male one last glance as he gives me an answer.

Zion told me the truth.

I went through literal hell for that response.

Zion told the truth and I doubted him.

I want to find him, to hold him, to tell him how sorry I am. Well, maybe not hold him because I doubt I’ll want to remember this experience for a very long time.

With that piece of information I rush out of the club, heading out and into the streets as I hail a cab. For sure I’ll need a warm shower, a long one to clean my body off from this night’s crazy happenings. And then what will I do?

I will try to apologize before it’s too late.

Or am I already too late?