The Midnight Foxxx

Chapter 15

VIXEN

"I know it's going to be hot, but your winter costume is the only one that will cover your bandages," Brax murmurs behind me as he zips me up. I nod sullenly, already sweating in the long sleeves.

"I'll be in the room the entire time. I won't let any of them hurt you. I promise," Again, I nod and meet his eyes. He brings a mask up to my face, tying it snugly behind my head. A dark lacey mesh covers the eye slots, making it hard to see.

“Are you ready?” Brax rests a cool hand on my cheek.

“No,” I say honestly, “but I have to be.” The vampire nods and takes his place by the door and I sit in a seductive pose on the small stage, ignoring the aches radiating in my limbs. Brax opens the door once I’m settled and a familiar massive male walks through the threshold first. He’s even bigger up close, easily six-four, if not taller. His black shirt is pulled taught against his large chest and shoulders. A head of curly blonde hair steps in behind him, not quite as tall and bulky but still big. A few others I don’t really recognize file in behind them, and then my heart stops when Wilder Bishop steps inside. His eyes land on me and a predatory grin spreads across his face. He’s covered in bruises and mostly healed scratches. I glance down at what should be a stump but feel my mouth go dry when I see a shiny new prosthetic. Four digits and a thumb flex with astonishing natural-looking movement. Wires protrude from the prosthesis and disappear into the flesh of his forearm, the skin still red and swollen from the recent installation. Before Wilder can take another step, Brax has a heavy, firm grip on his shoulder.

“Mind. Your. Manners,” His voice is deep and gravelly, and although it was said to everyone in the room, the sweat forming on the red head’s brow makes it clear he knows it’s directed towards him. With a quick squeeze, Brax releases his shoulder, making Wilder hiss in pain.

“Everyone will be on their best behavior,” the Alpha promises as he flops himself on to the couch in front of the stage. His green eyes rove over my body as I start with a slow and basic dance routine, swaying my hips gently and gliding my hands over my body. My muscles start to protest the movements but keep my face calm and neutral. The hungry eyes glued to my body make me feel like cornered prey.

"I want to see you up on that pole," the large blonde voice calls out to me. I hesitate before sauntering up to the pole in the middle of the stage. After a deep breath, I mount the cool metal with my good arm and pull myself up. The momentum causes the pole to start spinning and quickly wrap a leg around it to steady myself. Now with a more secure grip, I let my upper body fall gracefully until I'm situated upside down. Long raven curls spill off my shoulders, swaying like blowing leaves in the wind. The shift in weight aids the pole to continue spinning. I bend my free leg back into a split which earns whistling from my small audience. Heaving my weight, I swing myself upright, then allow myself to slowly slide down the pole, landing gracefully into another full split on the floor.

“Come here,” the large Alpha practically growls at me, his eyes dark with desire. I suppress a shiver and stand up. A smile stretches across his face but, unlike Wilder’s predatory grin, his feels oddly warm. Green eyes follow my form as I walk towards the large male, swaying my hips exaggeratedly. Even sitting down, he’s still eye level when I reach him at his spot on the couch. Large hands slide up my thighs as I start dancing directly in front of him. The hands remain even when I turn around to shake my ass. A light slap to my right cheek startles me and have to swallow back a gasp. When I face him again, he pats his lap, wanting me to sit. My cheeks heat up when the large thighs make it difficult to straddle his lap properly.

“Getting shy?” He teases, placing those large hands on my hips. I feel my cheeks flare even hotter when I realize only a couple inches separate his thumbs from touching in the middle.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I whisper into his ear. With a few minor adjustments, I’m able to properly straddle his lap and hold myself up on my knees. I rest my hands on his shoulders and start grinding on his lap. The hands on my hips tighten and I inhale sharply. Sneaking a quick peak up into green eyes, they are staring down at me lustfully; he definitely heard that. The blush returns to my cheeks.

“So flustered,” he whispers, voice so deep it borders on a growl. Willing the blush away, I continue with the lap dance. Warm fingers start sliding up my sides and tease at the hem of my top that's nestled just below my breasts. Alarm bells start sounding in my mind, I can’t let him take off my top. I try to keep my face from showing any of the anxiety plaguing my mind, but can’t stop myself from freezing up, tightening my grip on his broad shoulders when I feel those fingers slip under my blouse. His movements stop immediately, and I can feel those emeralds staring into me.

“Everything okay?” He asks softly, surprisingly no teasing tone in his voice.

“Of course,” I smirk seductively at him, but he doesn’t believe me. The alpha leans forward, warm lips brushing against my ear.

“If you don’t like or don’t want something, tell me to stop,” his voice is a low timber, whispered so softly I’m not certain anyone else could hear it. I nod my head and shiver when I feel his lips shifting into a smile against my skin.

“Good girl,” this time his voice loud enough for the others to hear, and I audibly gasp.

There isn’t much time to dwell on the warm spark those words sent through my body or to bite back in protest as another set of hands grab my waist. I’m lifted off the alpha's lap as if I weigh nothing, and then I’m plopped onto another, smaller, set of thighs.

"Stop hogging her," the curly haired blonde says with a grin. His blue eyes sparkle with kindness and find myself relaxing just a little. I place my hands on his shoulders and grind in his lap like I did with the other male, and his smile grows bigger. Once again, hands find their way to my top, fingertips teasing at the hem.

"I don't think so," I take his wrists into my hands and move them away from my body.

“Oh come on,” an all too familiar voice coos in a singsong voice, “don’t be such a prude.” A metal hand grips my wrist and I freeze, “We paid for a show didn’t we?” My heart is pounding in my chest, blood rushing in my ears. The artificial appendage tightens its hold, causing a sharp intake of breath.

“I… I’d really rather not,” my voice sounds so small and weak. I hate it.

“Hey,” the blonde's voice calls to me softly, “You okay? You’re shaking.” I look down at my hands to see them shaking violently.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I muster a smile and try to pull my hands back, but Wilder keeps his iron clad grip on me. The blonde’s brows are pinched in confusion and steals a glance towards the alpha, sharing a similar look. This is getting dangerous.

I stand up onto shaky legs only to be yanked back down, an embarrassing yelp leaves my lips. Fingers dig into my sides, holding me in place, the sharp edges of the metal cutting into skin uncomfortably.

“It’s not like we haven’t seen it before,” Wilder’s predatory smile is inches away from my face. Flashbacks of his abuse come rushing back, the fear and helplessness I felt rearing its ugly head once again.

“Please, don’t” I whisper, my entire body now quaking in his lap. His disgusting hands grab my top and start to pull it up. I’m too scared to move and stop him.

“Wilder, enough,” the alpha’s voice booms. The command, even when not directed at me, has me turning my head on instinct, bearing my neck in submission. When I finally open my eyes again, I’m met with angry eyes, though they aren’t directed at me. Brax is standing over us, one hand white knuckled on Wilder’s wrist, the other wrapped protectively around my torso.

“She said ‘no’,” Brax’s voice is deep and threatening, “I think it’s time for you gentlemen to leave.”

“What?! No f*****g way, we paid for her,” Wilder whines like a child. The arm around my middle tightens.

“Dude, what the f**k?” The blonde asks with disgust in his voice.

“We’re leaving,” the alpha declares, standing up from his seat on the couch. The gamma goes to protest but is met with a glare from his alpha, “Now.”