The Dragon Queen

Regina Just another night in the Fire Mountain Club. Downstairs, the regions hottest, richest, fanciest partiers swig top shelf liquor and twerk in red soled heels. Upstairs the local pack leaders and bosses entertain visiting dignitaries and conduct sensitive business. I'm one of the select group of waitstaff to serve upstairs. We're selected for our exceptional service, quiet discretion, and private entertainment skills. I'm older than most of my peers, but I also have a refined skill set cultivated with experience. This evening my boss, the Alpha Prince, has invited the highest ranking alphas to a multi day event to name his successor. Everyone is expecting Gio, his nephew and leader of the Blood River Pack, to take over, but he's too hot headed and underhanded to lead the honor bound wolves into the 21st Century. I lead the staff with distributing champagne for the upcoming toast. Each of us knows which leaders prefer which body type so we are very specific in who we serve. I wear a clingy low cut blouse with a black lacy pushup bra. The top edge of lacing peeks out, drawing extra attention to my luscious and ample cleavage. I receive tips discretely tucked between my breasts. As i deliver the flutes, each with a strawberry floating in the golden bubbly, I brush a hand across a shoulder, smile with my eyes, bare my neck in submission and flirt silently. I glance at my co worker, Ben. He's mostly attending to the female alphas but gladly giving attention to any men that wiggle an eyebrow his way. I roll my eyes at his choice of attire- low slung jeans that hug his muscular glutes, gold mesh shirt poured over his rippling pecks, cropped to enhance his rock solid six pack. He swivels his pelvis around near the mouth of an appreciative lady leader. Truthfully, most of the alphas are mated and very faithful, but they enjoy the eye candy and flirtation. A few of the singles indulge in an occasional dalliance with the staff, but it is never an obligation or an expectation. The Alpha Prince raises his glass to toast the esteemed guests. His welcome will not going to be short or sweet, as much as the wait staff want to start distributing dessert. He will make no announcement until the fourth and final day. As he speaks, I feel a hand caress my thigh under my skirt. The gentle touch stops at the bottom of my butt cheek and gives a strong tweak. I know that move. Beta Jonah of the Beaver Creek Pack. When his mate died some years ago, he nearly followed her to the grave from heartbreak. But he pulled himself together to raise his triplets sons and mostly stays by himself. But men have needs and, as our friendship had been strong for many years, we eventually became occasional lovers. I was under no illusion that it would ever be more than friendly f*****g and that suited me perfectly. As the Alpha Prince drones on about alliances and history, a finger slips under the edge of my thong, tracing from back to front. I spread my legs slightly. He pinches my lips with a slow, practiced tug. My reaction is instantaneous as hot liquid coats his fingers. He rubs my c**t in slow circles and drags his fingers back. My face remains unmoved, my arousal only apparent from my hardened n*****s and heady scent. In a room full of shifters, they all know someone is getting fingered. I feel the slow pulsing of a gathering climax as he slips a finger inside of me. He teases slowly, filling me, stretching me, his thumb drawing lazy circles around my anus. My breathing becomes shallow. Just as i thought my knees will buckle, the Alpha Prince concludes his speech. The Beta withdraws his hand from my core to clap enthusiastically. I wink at him and head to the back. I make sure he was following as I slip into the janitor closet. He barely closes the door before I pin him against it, nipping at his lips. "You wretched tease! I almost had a screaming orgasm in the middle of Prince's speech!" I hiss in his ear as I fumble with his belt. The bulge pressing against me is making it difficult to control my mirror skills. "It would have been an improvement!" He flips me around grabs my breast with one hand, unleashing himself with the other. I feel the monster c**k slip between my legs, and I reached down to slide my hands across the smooth skin, pushing it between my wet folds. I rub my c**t against the head moaning softly. "I missed you." He growls in my ear as he aligns himself with my opening and hesitates. "Please... You have me so wet. Please f**k me. Fill me." He loves when I beg. He grabs my thighs and slides in, inch by inch. I exhale, savoring the torture, trying to push against him and take more of what i want. His fingers dig into my flesh, holding me still. "Be patient, little one. I want to feel this tight p***y stretch over me." "Jonah please. I need you. All of you." I start to whimper as he pulls out. He chuckles, relishing in my desperation. When he slams back inside, my entire body tingles. My p***y clenches around him as he pounds into me, his balls bouncing against my c**t. I grab a shelf to steady myself, struggling to stifle my screams of ecstasy. My body explodes in waves of electricity, through every nerve. I feel him shudder against me, thrusting erratically, as he comes with me. We stay there, hunched over, panting, sweating, giggling. His c**k twitches inside of me as he kisses my back. As he withdraws, his hot, sticky seed drips down my thigh. He pulls me into his lap as he sinks onto a box. I kiss along his jawline as he holds me to his chest. "So do you think it's going to be Gio?" I asked. "Nah. He's too obvious about wanting it. Plus I heard he orchestrated an attack against the Maple Grove Pack and tried to pin it on rogues." "How'd you hear that? I heard about the attacks, but not the conniving." "My sister is mated to the the alpha there. They are investigating but can't pin any evidence on him. But they know it was Gio." "Have they approached Prince yet?" "Not without evidence." "I guess. Probably should clean myself off and get back to work." I planted a long slow kiss on his lips and slipped into the ladies room.