As I looked at Mimosa, who was lounging on one of the sofas, wearing only a wraparound dress and a bikini, I asked her, “What do you think? I know it’s our turn, but let’s see what catches our attention.”
Charles smiled dangerously behind the bar and said, “Not yet, honey; first round of drinks.”
Katherine said, rolling her eyes, “Damn, Cornick, you are gonna get me drunk.”
Dresden, nearby, wearing only a t-shirt and cutout jeans, said, “Well, aren’t you already?”
His voice was slurring as well, but his jeans were as full as ever as his lazy gaze wandered over my body as I was draped more or less provocatively over my chair.
We had been in Fuengirola for over three months since our time in Pocket Universe had ended, and my plan was to party, dance, have sex, drink, and have a good time.
With my extensive experience in world-saving missions, I knew how exhausting they could be.
And now that the rest of the pack had been thrown into it, they needed some relaxation, which I was providing as the alpha female.
We drank, sang, and danced until we were lustful enough to fuck, but despite our carnal lifestyle, this did not smell like a brothel.
No, it smelled fresh, clean, and boozy, but not like a sex cave.
This room was large, with large windows and gauzy curtains; warm air from outside entered through tiny vent holes, bringing with it the smell of the ocean, breeze, sand, and warmth.
The floor was birch parquet, with a few rugs scattered about.
A large bar stood on one side of the room, with a plethora of sofas, chairs, and other things to lounge on.
As well as several tables, round and square, which served as our stage and where we could eat if we were hungry.
The world was our oyster, and we were unwinding, decompressing, and moving on to deal with our losses.
I wasn’t the only one missing my kids; Wulfe, Adam, Charles, and the boys were also missing them, as was our life, but that time had passed, and it was time to move on, and perhaps this was the way.
Even though we fucked a lot and it was rough and all, I had taught my guys the art of sanctification, and every male was an eager student of mine, and they were also pretty damn inventive.
We kept this place clean and fresh, and it was pleasant to be here; there was no need for it to smell like Damon and Mariella had spent months here.
Wizards were cleaning it with spells and whatnot, and we had fun; well, we had competition more or less.
We had about 15 to 20 bedrooms meant for fucking, and our goal was to use them with as many partners as possible.
Now, five females and 14 males gave a hell of a lot of permutations, and Dresden had come up with a spell that recorded into the door who had sanctified the bedroom and with whom, so once we got going.
Our goal was to find an unsanitized room with our current partner and make a mark.
Nightwish’s “Nemo” was playing while Adam and Charles were making drinks; this was one aspect of our party.
They did not tell us the names of the drinks and sometimes made entirely new ones, and of course, all booze was meant for supernaturals.
It felt, got me even buzzed.
As they would have done all 19 drinks, they would circle and let us pick and choose one drink, and only after you had drunk it, the bottom of the glass would show the name.
I usually try to take tall glasses, hoping they’ll be a little milder, but Wulfe and Colin, wizards, usually go for shot glasses, drink them all at once, and get buzzed.
Charles brought a tray of glasses to me, and I chose a tall glass with a rainbow-colored drink.
I drank it with a small straw, feeling potent but tasty alcohol burning my throat and making my mind buzz.
Charles smirked, as if he had set me up.
But, for now, it was time to have fun and relax before attempting to put an end to our party.
As I heard footsteps approaching, I rolled my eyes.
Wulfe said lazily, “Oh, the fuckers have arrived. Well, I have sent them a bit of snippets here and there; let them see this, my unicorn. What do you think? Are you going to perform soon enough?”
I had fucked at least twice with every man, and with some even more; let’s just say that Wulfe and my four were pretty popular for Mimosa, Shadow, and girls, as they had missed them.
Wulfe wanted me, but Colin was just as eager, as were the wizards.
Let’s just say that when we got to bed, Sex Beast had her hands full, which was fine.
At first, it was a distraction to keep me from missing our life, my kids, and being in a funk, and secondly, I was healing my pack with my love.
I had learned so much during that time, and now it was time to help them as well.
Tim and Taylor, who had been on five mercy missions with old fleas they knew, needed some love, as did Colin, who had killed over 300 babies, half demons, succubi, and corrupted to boot, but they still looked like babies, so love and lust were required.
This was healing for everyone, and I wasn’t even thinking about going to work yet, despite Alaric telling me there was plenty to do because they had raided so many places and needed to organize everything.
It would be time for that.
Damon, Salvatores, and Mariella walked into the room.
Mariella pursed her lips in a dissatisfied frown as she noticed the music, the booze, the relaxed atmosphere, and our enjoyment.
Colin and Dresden were both looking at me hotly, and I sipped my drink slowly, knowing how to make it look just right.
Dresden grunted and adjusted his position as his jeans strained as he looked at me; my dress was slightly more open from the top, revealing my cleavage and the outline of my tiny leopard-printed bikini.
We also had sex on the beach, sometimes lighting a fire, playing music, swimming, and having a good time.
This was a time for enjoyment.
As Salvatores went to sit around the room, Mariella next to number one, Adam and Charles were making drinks for them as well; I could tell from Charles’ expression that he was naughty, meaning he was making quite potent drinks to see what would happen.
I had almost finished my drink when Adam began offering drinks to Salvatores, explaining the rules, and each of them took one glass.
Mariella took a martini glass, but it was not a martini because it had multiple hues.
My drink had been tasty but potent, and I could feel my mind relaxing even more.
Mimosa and Shadow had finished their drinks, and as Spice Girls’ Viva Forever began, I got up and pulled Mimosa with me, followed by Elena and Katherine.
We hopped onto a larger table and began to sing to each other, letting our hands open each other’s dresses, touching each other, and occasionally looking at men.
I could see Dresden swallowing hard as I kissed Katherine, and Taylor muttering something as Mimosa teased Shadow’s nipples; this was the whole point: tease, make this slow, seduce, and not end up in bed just yet.
After our display, it would be the men’s turn to choose whatever song they wanted, and oh my god, I might get wet, followed by some drinks and a few more songs, and we would be ready.
I could see Wulfe explaining to Damon what we were doing, and there was shame on his face because he hadn’t realized how difficult it had been for others.
But the potent drink relaxed him as well, and his gaze heated as he watched Elena tease Mimosa while Shadow and I were kissing and nipping each other while singing to each other.
I told Katherine via our hive, “Do you want to rile up number one? Hit him with your alpha power as hard as you can; he might be surprised.”
She smiled beastly and hit number one, who raised his gaze and furrowed his brow, trying to figure out who the hell had done that.
I released my alpha power, which triggered Mariella’s beta power, and she soon stood up and sashayed near Wizards and Colin, purring to them while drinking her drink.
Damon’s expression grew angrier as Katherine told Elena what she had done.
And soon Elena hit number two, who looked at me dangerously, as if he would have guessed this was my idea, but because he was a snappier specimen, he quickly zeroed in on Elena and smiled at her beastly.
Something, most likely a telepathic discussion, went on between him and Number One.
Number One leaned back, smirking as his now-heated gaze ran through Katherine’s body, who was still dancing as our song came to an end.
Salvatores were getting a little heated, and Mariella was noticing how many men there were in addition to Salvatores.
Whom she had not yet had, and we had, and how often her beta power made her present herself to the pack’s other males.
Attempting to demonstrate her fertility as well as her health.
It was normal in a shifter pack, but she would soon notice it was not so fast, as we did this slowly, which was the whole point.
It was a slow process, and it had yet to be decided who would take whom.
Wulfe looked at me sharply; he was quite possessive, especially now that the Salvatores had arrived.
As our song ended, I hopped down and went to my favorite victim, Dresden.
He was so good at getting hot and bothered, and he was almost ready to rail me right there, and right now, so I walked up to him, circled behind him, blew into his ear, and bit his earlobe, making him cuss under his breath.
I also knew he had had a hard time in the world-saving mission and saving people, and this was all needed.
Then I moved closer to Constantine, and Katherine approached me.
We were so close to Constantine that we began to kiss passionately, making him grunt and nearly get up to stop us.
Several Salvatores were becoming agitated, and Elena and Shadow put up little resistance.
Mariella approached Mimosa and attempted to kiss her, but Mimosa slammed her against the wall, dominating her, causing Colin to sigh and Tim and Taylor to move restlessly.
And then we just finished our little show and went to our seats.
I said lazily to Magnum, “Your turn, if you are in the mood.”
Wulfe smirked at me dangerously, and I leaned back and began to talk with Alaric about one case from the day.
This was how it was done: seduce, cool it down, and seduce some more, until you couldn’t take it anymore.
Mariella went to sit near the Salvatores and was perplexed because things had not escalated.
Mimosa explained it to her via the hive, making her furrow her brows as she was unsure if she could take it so slowly, but the majority of the Salvatores appeared to accept the challenge and were ready to demonstrate how they would control themselves.
Well, let’s see who loses their temper first.
A few songs later, Charles had fixed yet another round of drinks.
I felt pretty wild; I was just idly thinking that I could actually show everyone my hidden talents.
Well, Adam might be the only one who knew, but did he remember?
So I got up, went to our music player, and chose the Grease musical, “We Go Together,” and said, before I put it on, “Let me show how this is done.”
I looked at Mariella, as I knew she was not good at this, and I had no idea if Charles could do this.
Adam could, as he had been teaching me.
As the song started to play, I started to dance the quickstep alone, but soon Charles smirked.
Before he had a chance to get up, Wulfe was moving, and he matched my rhythm flawlessly, dancing as well as I.
Oh my god, this was fun, but as it is, dancing is hard work, and I knew that I might not want to dance many songs in a row.
Number one was watching me like a hawk; Mariella’s expression was downright sour, and my flimsy dress made my dance quite tantalizing.
Wulfe was still feeling very possessive; he had been the whole time, and those 13 years had really got us together, and he was mine as much as I was his.
We had a connection like no other, and right now as we danced and had fun, my life was pretty damn fun.
Dancing made my body work a bit faster, meaning alcohol evaporated quite fast, and my muscles felt the strain, but then again, post-exercise euphoria set in as the song finally ended, as everyone was clapping and hollering at us.
Elena said, “Wow, you two should go to the professional competition.”
Mariella was quiet, and Number One said to me softly, “Take a breath, have a few more drinks, and then I’ll show you just how good a dancer I am.”
He was competitive as hell, and it had been a bit hard for him to see the bond between Wulfe and me getting very strong over the years.
As I returned to sit down, Mimosa said, “You know, those skills are yours; I did not copy them, so I need to go to dance lessons or something.”
Number seven smirked and said lazily, “No need; you’ve got teachers here. Many of us can dance, and we are more than willing to teach you. You can never know how wild rehearsals go.”
Number two, who was not so happy, as he had wasted time in the Azores instead of being part of this, said to Mariella, “You know, darlin’, dancing is hard work, but then again, it firms you up nicely and makes muscles work as they should.”
Mariella was a bit flabby on the side as she had been filled by Salvatore, so she was a bit rounder again.
And as their sex was not so physical as, for example, mine in my wildest times, she did not use so many of her muscles in bed.
No muscle definition, unlike I had; other females were fit too, as we had fun in bed, and I had taught a lot of guys how to sanctify spaces, and it took some doing to use the room as well as possible, so it was a whole-body exercise.
Let’s just say that there was netting in many ceilings, as I told Wulfe about them as well for Magnum.
Also, different swings were in a few rooms, and we were very inventive; it was the name of the game.
For us, sex was not just lying on a bed with legs spread, but it was physical, fun, demanding, and perfect.
It was something kind of elevated, not in the way that humans might think of something being elevated, meaning it would be somehow nobler, but it was just more fun for us.
I noticed numbers five, nine, and ten, plucking these facts from my mind, and jealousy flooded my mind.
There was eagerness to test them out, but Katherine was pretty good with Alpha Power, and as she noticed Salvatore staring at me, she hit them too, making them look at her intently.
I had told her about five and eight, so I hoped she was not too eager to piss them off, or else she might get more than she bargained for.