The Alpha Men's Secret Club 3: Fallout: A Scorchingly Hot BBW Shifter Romance by Dawn Steele Page A

harkened to the time of witches and fairies and naked people who danced around a Maypole. A ragtag band dressed in all green weaved their way through the gathering throng – playing pipes and fiddles and lutes. Waitresses clad like Grecian nymphs served trays filled with wine and cider and mead as well as hors d’oeuvres. Braziers of incense smoldered everywhere.
    Kate clung to Rust, feeling out of her depth.
    “Take off your shoes,” he said.
    “What?”
    “Take them off. Feel the power of the land through the soles of your feet.”
    To demonstrate, he took off his shoes and threw them into some shrubs. After a beat, she followed. He was right. She could feel something thrumming on the soles of her feet. She looked up at him, her face shining.
    He smiled down at her, and she caught the expression of undisguised hunger in his eyes again. Could he desire her so much? she marveled. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see some of the guests disrobing. They were all wearing as much – or as little – as she was wearing underneath her coat.
    “This is when you shed all your inhibitions,” Rust said, his fingers at his shirt buttons.
    He undressed slowly, letting her take in his gleaming body. She would never tire of watching him undress – that slow revelation of silky skin encasing taut muscles. His nipples were very erect. As was his thick cock.
    He was now completely naked. Unadorned. With not even a single decoration or accoutrement to enhance his glorious body. Not that he needed any. He was magnificent as he was.
    She wondered if she was allowed to touch him.
    “Just follow my lead, Kate,” he said, sliding the mink coat off her shoulders.
    The sensuous fur caressed her bare skin as it dropped to her ankles. The sudden chill struck her skin and gave her instant goose bumps. She stepped out of the heap, feeling very naked, feeling as though all eyes were on her. But of course, they were not. The guests were in the throes of their own revelry.
    Rust’s eyes burned as he took in her curves, which were enhanced – not hidden – by the coy strings of her micro-bikini. He took in her plump and erect nipples, her ample breasts, the way her engorged pussy lips were encircled by the tight straps. His hands trailed down her shoulders, her arms, her waist. He stroked the mounds of her breasts and scissored her nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers.
    She gasped at his boldness. Her head swiftly turned to see if anyone was watching. One of the waiters to their left was eyeing her openly with admiration in his eyes. Rust noted this and held her close to him, with his erection nudging her belly. His hand dove down to caress her pussy lips and her poor, constricted clit, compressed by the tight string of her bikini bottom.
    His fingers dipped into her wet pussy hole and made a sweep of her walls. The waiter’s eyes danced.
    “Rust, are you sure we should be doing this right here?” Her cheeks were very hot.
    “This is what a rave will be. Public exhibitionism. This is a whole new experience you’re going to have to get used to tonight. And I’ll be here with you every step of the way.” His mouth lowered to her lips, and he kissed her – softly, languorously. “You are beautiful. To me and to everyone here. Never forget that.”
    She gave in to the kiss. After all, she hungered for him just as much as he hungered for her. And with the palpable power of this place, her hormones were throbbing with her need for him too. As he kissed her, his fingers dug into her leaking pussy hole and used her own juices to lubricate the rest of her external pussy parts. She was extremely aroused, and her vaginal walls clenched to greedily encompass his fingers.
    “I could take you right here, right now,” he murmured against her lips, “but I want to wait.”
    “Wait till when?” she breathed.
    She was marginally aware that the grounds were getting quite crowded as more and more revelers entered the fray. Their