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Chapter 22-
by Michelle M Pillow & Mandy M Roth
Guest spot winners & interview with Patrice Michelle
Michelle looked around the Raven with a mix of disgust and amusement,
before lifting the Kleenex to her nose and blowing. The lilies had
stopped arriving that morning, or at least she hoped they had, since
she didn’t get her afternoon and evening deliveries from the florist.
It was Mandy and Armando’s engagement party and she’d had no choice
but to show, being as she was the maid-of-honor. It was a position she
couldn’t refuse, and yet a position she didn’t really relish at the
moment. She’d prayed that Armando would have an undead cousin hiding
somewhere to act as best man, but to her horror, he picked Dmitri. Not
only did she have to think about him all the time, now she had to see
him all the time, too. Talk about adding salt to a festering wound.
She’d much rather Mandy just staked her and got it over with. It would
have been more humane in the long run.
The guests were starting to filter in. They were a strange mix of
humans, lycans, vampires, and she was sure she’d just seen a troll go
into the bathroom—but wasn’t positive. Hearing a buzz fly past her
head, Michelle swatted. Her hand smacked into a winged creature,
sending it flying backwards.
“Oh!” Michelle gasped in horror to see the fairy smack into the door
and tumble to the floor. The little creature shook herself, huffed,
and flew straight for Michelle’s head. A little noise came from her
throat and she cringed, waiting for impact. The impact never came. A
very familiar fist lifted and plucked the fairy from mid-air.
Michelle looked at Dmitri. For a moment, her mouth fell slack as she
stared at him. His hair was slicked back and he wore an expensive suit
of dark grey. It brought out the handsome, piercing depths of his
eyes. Her heart fluttered. Her knees weakened. Her mouth went so dry
she was sure she’d died.
Dmitri was the first to look away. Shaking the fairy gently in his
palm, he growled, “I told you to stay out until you could behave
Appleblossom. Don’t think shrinking will get you in. I’ll not have any
barfights tonight—got it?”
“Quit calling me Appleblossom, you damned mangy mutt!” the fairy
answered in a gruff voice that didn’t sound angelic at all.
“Well, you’re the one who posed for the children’s book,” Dmitri
teased. Suddenly, his fist began to shake and the fairy grew in his
palm until he was forced to let go. The being materialized into a
full-grown woman only to glare from her darkly circled eyes. She shook
with outrage. But, instead of going for Dmitri, she made a move to
slap Michelle. Dmitri’s hand caught hers and he motioned for Makonnen
to escort her out.
When the fairy was gone, Michelle said the only thing she could think
of. “Quit trying to protect me. I might have to work with you on this
damned wedding, but I don’t need you acting the part of the boyfriend.
We both know that’s not what you do best.”
Dmitri’s eyes darkened. She could tell when he was angry.
“Just stay away from me tonight,” she growled, not looking at him
again.
“Fine by me,” he tersely answered.
“Great.”
“Fine.”
Dmitri stormed off and Michelle had to admit she was sorry to see him
go.
“I should have stuck to my policy and not dated supernatural. Look at
this place. It really is a supernatural circus,” Michelle mumbled to
herself when she was alone.
“With an ass like that, I can see why you did date supernatural.”
Michelle jolted in surprise and turned to see Teresa, Kimberly and
Loretta—old friends of Mandy’s. She smiled, not knowing which spoke.
“Yeah, it’s his temper you have to watch out for,” Michelle said,
trying to smile.
Teresa stood about 5’7” tall with a really curvy, brick-house figure
that oozed sex appeal. Her long curly blonde hair was streaked with
shades of red, contrasting prettily with her big blue eyes. She wore a
leather halter and mini-skirt with spike heeled boots. It was easy to
see why she and the outgoing Mandy were friends. It was obvious they
shopped at the same stores. And Michelle was sure she’d seen her ride
in on a Harley.
Michelle looked down at her charcoal slacks and white silk shirt. She
looked like an office wench. Suddenly, she felt severely overdressed.
Good thing she forgot the pearl necklace.
“Hum, I don’t care about the temper. How was he…you know.” Loretta
smiled. She was shorter than Teresa and skinnier. Michelle knew she
had a crazy sense of humor and a love for adventure. Well, Armando and
Mandy’s engagement was plenty of adventure.
“How was he in the sack,” Kimberly said boldly, as if the comment
needed clarification. She had short, dark brown hair and was very
curvaceous. She wore high heel leather boots, skintight jeans, and a
sexy black t-shirt.
Usually Michelle liked being around the spontaneous, fun woman.
Kimberly was the type that wasn’t afraid to act silly or be strange
just to make someone laugh, and she knew a slew of dirty jokes. But,
right now, Michelle wasn’t in the mood. And she definitely didn’t want
to admit she’d never even landed her own ex-boyfriend in the sack—an
ex-boyfriend who was a lycan, the species of creatures known for their
prowess. Great, she couldn’t even attract a sex-fiend. Hell, her last
date, Carl, had tried to eat her! Could she feel like more of a loser?
“I’ll bet he’s one hot lover. So, is it over between you two? Do you
care if I have a go or what?”
“Jeez, Kim, just say whatever’s on your mind,” came Mandy’s voice as
she joined them. The bride-to-be was wearing a deep red, almost black
shimmering long coat. Michelle could see right through it and it was
plain that Mandy wasn’t wearing a bra. It split open directly under
her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Mandy’s pants, for lack of a
better word were made of much the same material and were slit on the
sides, leaving each leg bare to the waist. Thankfully, Mandy was
wearing a thong or the see through peep show she was giving up top
would have been repeated below.
“What?!” Kimberly shot. “You said she broke it off with him. If she
doesn’t want him, then I’ll take him. I—”
With each of Kimberly’s words, Michelle grew a little paler. Teresa
and Loretta hooked their arms in hers and dragged her off.
“Michelle,” Mandy began with an I’m so sorry look.
“Forget it. I don’t care what he does, or who for that matter. If
Kimberly…” Michelle couldn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t want
Kimberly anywhere near Dmitri. Kimberly was great, but Dmitri was hers
and she wasn’t about to start sharing. Now, if she’d just get the
nerve to let him know that she’d laid claim to him, all would be
great. “It doesn’t matter. Hey, is that Patrice Michelle I saw
earlier? I didn’t know you invited her.”
“Oh, it was a last minute thing. We were at the office yesterday
talking about her book that just came out in the Ellora’s Caveman
collection called Dream Walker. Someone mentioned the party so
I asked her to come. I’m sorry, I know you were supposed to handle the
guest list—”
“You think this is my doing?” Michelle chuckled. You have Jaci, Jaycee
and Elaine to thank for this one. Oh, and your future husband and
Dmitri. I didn’t send out a single invitation.”
Mandy almost looked hurt.
“Oh, hon, I didn’t mean it like that. I love helping to plan your
wedding. It’s just, I’ve been sick with those damned flowers coming
five times a day.” Michelle reached over and gave Mandy a hug. “I did
pick the invitations and I kept Jaci Burton from allowing live tigers
into the mix. Charlie wanted to jump out of a cake for you. I stopped
him. That alone should win me the friend of the year award.”
Mandy chuckled. “It would have been kinda funny to watch the tigers
eat some of the guests. Do you know my fiancé invited a family of
trolls? Who knows trolls?”
Michelle giggled. “Ok, you. I have to go make sure that the caterers
are prepared. I’m going to go yell at them and send them around with
trays. You go mingle and enjoy this.”
Mandy hugged her again. “Thanks for doing this. I know it’s not easy
working with him.”
Michelle gave a gentle shrug. “It’s nothing at all.”
***
Mandy watched Michelle walk away towards the back of the bar and
sighed. She knew better than that. Michelle still felt something for
Dmitri. She’d bet her life on it. And, according to Armando, Dmitri
was miserable without her—though she’d made her future husband promise
to quit reading his friends. People deserved privacy in their own
thoughts. Although, as the days went by and Michelle didn’t relent in
her not caring, Mandy was tempted to beg Armando to take a peek into
what was going on inside her friend.
She knew Michelle was sick, but she’d been withdrawn lately. It was
almost as if she were walking through motions more than living them.
Sighing, Mandy turned. She’d enjoy tonight, maybe get Michelle into a
drunken confession, and hopefully find out what was going on between
her two friends once and for all.
“MANDY!!!”
Mandy grinned at the sound of her name echoing in unison over the
music that had started on the dance floor. She turned to see Anni and
Jennifer, and did a little dance of excitement. Now the party would
really get started! They may be the only two people in the world
crazier than her.
Jennifer, 5’ 7” and tan, was a beautiful woman with mahogany hair. She
had several body piercings that only added her to dangerous allure.
She also had a thing for lycans—almost a fetish really.
Anni was the same height as Jennifer with curly auburn locks that
flowed down her back, wickedly seductive hazel eyes and the pale skin
of her Scot/Irish heritage. She loved anything Celtic, as was evidence
by the large Celtic knot hanging from her neck into her cleavage. She
too had a lycan fetish.
Yep, these were Mandy’s kind of people!
“So, where are all the wolves hiding at?” Anni demanded with a little
pout to her full lips. “I know you invited more than this.”
Mandy glanced around, spotting a group of nearly twenty lycan males
talking to Dmitri. Their laughter rose boldly over the hall.
“Yeah,” said Jenn. “We know most of them—or at least I do. Anni, here,
is mad though, cause that tall one in the middle—um, Dmitri, I think
he said his name was, refused her offer to let him spank her in the
back room.”
“Jenn!” Anni’s mouth fell open.
“Anni!” Jenn mocked. “It’s true.”
“Ooo, yeah, I’d stay away from Dmitri,” Mandy said into the playful
banter.
“What?” Anni asked, her eyes lit with excitement. “Is he bad?”
“He’s taken.” Mandy turned, seeing Michelle arguing with a man holding
a tray. She pointed lightly in her friend’s direction.
“No way! Michelle and a lycan. You have to be kidding!” Anni’s mouth
fell open and her almond shaped eyes widened in amazement. “But, she
always swore she’d only do human!”
“Don’t say anything about it,” Mandy began.
“What?” Anni demanded.
“Yeah,” Jennifer added. “After all that time we spent listening to her
lecture us about being careful with the supernatural…oh, no way. We so
got to go tease her.”
“Don’t,” Mandy said, her voice stern. “It’s serious.”
Jennifer and Anni exchanged a look. They nodded in instant
understanding.
“First you and then Michelle. My, are we getting older or what? Next
thing you know, we’ll be attending a baby shower,” Anni said, reaching
out to touch Mandy’s stomach. “Can vampires reproduce?”
Mandy’s eyes widened as she took her friend’s hand off her stomach.
She hadn’t given that much thought, and made a mental note to find out
about that ASAP. She didn’t have room for little ones in her life.
Hell, she barely had room for Armando.
“I know. I can’t believe you’re settling down with one man, Mandy.
It’s…perfect.” Jennifer smiled and gave her a small hug.
“Congratulations.”
“Yeah, congrats!” Anni added, giving her own hug.
“Thanks guys. Promise me that you won’t say anything to Michelle.
They’re having problems and she’s very delicate right now.” Mandy
smiled as they all three made their way to the dance floor.
***
“WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT!” Michelle hissed to the caterer. “Those are
not what I ordered!”
“But…?” The man began, at a loss.
Michelle grabbed a chocolate shaped penis off his tray and shook it at
him. “I specifically said to add a little class to tonight. You call
this class? I told you toast points, appetizers! I’d even settle for
crackers and cheese at this point. Not chocolate…privates.”
“Oh, these are too perfect!” came a yell.
Michelle turned to see Patrice Michelle pulling a very large chocolate
penis off one of the trays. She bit into it and a rush of cream filled
center rolled over her skin. She started laughing, though the
possessive Irish twins, Ian and Duncan, at her side didn’t seem so
amused.
“This is the perfect gag!” Patrice mumbled, wiping her chin. “It’s too
funny.”
“What else do we have?” Michelle asked, leaning in.
“Look, lady,” said the caterer. “I already got fifty trays filled with
these things.”
“That’s not my problem. I didn’t tell you to do it and I’m not paying
for it!”
“They were donated by a friend of the bride, a...uh…Kimberly. She made
them, we’re serving them. And Dmitri already gave the go ahead.” The
little man turned and waved to his awaiting staff. They began filing
out of the kitchen carrying the genitals to the awaiting party.
Michelle watched in stunned horror as everyone began laughing and
biting into the delicacies only to find cream dripping down their
faces.
All of a sudden, a dam burst in her eyes and she stumbled her way to
the back office to hide. She shut the door behind her.
“Hey, I’ll be done in a minute,” Mike said from the desk. He turned to
look at her. “What the hell happened?”
Michelle stiffened, wiping her eyes. “It’s nothing…these damned
contacts. I got something in them and it…it hurts.”
“Yeah, right,” Mike said. “Did my cousin say something to you? Is that
what this is about?”
“Just…just go away!” Michelle demanded, throwing herself on the couch.
Before Mike could say another word, she threatened, “Lock the door
behind you and, so help me, if you tell anyone you saw me in here
I’ll…I’ll…I’ll cut off your balls!”
~*****~
“Thanks for inviting me! This party is just too much!” Patrice
Michelle said to Mandy and grinned and swayed lightly on her feet as
she gave an air toast. She giggled. “Poor Ian though, some guy
mentioned my tattoo and grabbed my ass. The poor guy almost lost it
and tore the man’s head off. Duncan’s outside with him cooling off
right now.”
Patrice turned and showed Mandy the Celtic tattoo on her lower back
where her black dress dipped into a low vee.
“I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” said Mandy, grinning. She sat at the
table, laughing over the chocolate penises Kimberly had made, with
Loretta and Teresa. They were taking turns biting off the tips when
Patrice came up.
“It’s fake,” Patrice admitted.
“Hey, I want one!” Michelle announced, to Mandy’s surprise. Michelle’s
silk shirt was unbuttoned low, showing the top edge of her bra beneath
the white silk. Mandy had seen her out on the dance floor, moving and
grinding with anything that would dance with her—but in a tasteful
way. She never let any of the men get too close, but she wasn’t
adverse to flirting. Mandy frowned a little to see it. It wasn’t like
Michelle to lose control.
Mandy had noticed that Michelle had been drinking quite heavily and
had encouraged it. She’d even had Mike add a little extra to the mix.
Michelle needed to relax.
“Hey!” Michelle sat by Mandy. “I’m going to do it!”
“What?” Patrice laughed. “Get laid?”
“Nope!” Michelle announced. “I’m going to get a tattoo!”
Anni and Jennifer came off the dance floor. “Oh, how fun! Can we go
with you?”
“I’d do it right now if there was an artist!” Michelle announced.
“Oh, I know just the guy!” Loretta said. She got up and took off
drunkenly across the dance floor.
Michelle paled slightly, but she was too gone to care for long.
“Ah, crap! I gotta go. Duncan’s waving at me from the door. Mandy,
great party and congrats. I’ll get with you Tuesday about my books.”
Mandy waved her off. Turning to Michelle, she asked, “Are you sure you
want a tattoo?”
“Positive,” Michelle answered nodding. She picked up Mandy’s drink and
gulped it down, coughing.
“Maybe you should think about it,” Mandy began, giggling at the face
Michelle made.
“You out of all people should support this,” Michelle growled.
“I just don’t want you doing something you’ll regret because of Dmi—”
“Don’t even say his name to me. I don’t like Dmitri!” Michelle yelled
over the loud music.
Mandy saw the hard look in her friend’s eyes. Maybe it was true. Maybe
she was really over him. She slowly nodded. Michelle was a big girl,
she could make her own big girl decisions.
“Now,” Michelle announced. “Is this a party or what? Come dance with
me!”
Mandy let Michelle lead her out on the dance floor followed by the
whole group. Armando was swiftly beside them, pulling his fiancée into
his arms as they danced to a tune all their own, kissing and moaning
in their mutual passion.
As the single ladies danced and swayed to the music, Kimberly picked
up some guy who had a python around his neck by telling him she liked
to mud wrestle and owned weapons. She stumbled off with him, leading
him by his collar. Teresa found herself sandwiched between a hunky
lycan and a vampire.
Anni and Jennifer shared a large group of lycan males who were close
to competing for their attention. One spanked Anni hard on her ass,
and she nearly swooned with pleasure, her decision made as she wrapped
her arms about the man’s neck. Jennifer picked three of them and they
drunkenly stumbled from the bar as a big group.
Loretta came back with a big giant of a man covered in tattoos.
Michelle grinned and before she knew it, she was lying on her stomach
atop the bar, her shirt pulled up, and the tattoo artist was crouched
atop her with a buzzing tattoo machine he’d gotten from his car.
“Just do it!” Michelle said, bracing herself and kicking her bare feet
lightly on the bartop. The surrounding crowd cheered them on.
“Touch her and die.”
Michelle blinked, lifting her heavy lids to look at Dmitri. She
struggled to push up as his hands came for her. With a swift, angry
pull, he yanked her off the bar. She fell into his strong chest. When
she looked up, he was partly shifted—his eyes glittering dangerously
at the tattoo artist.
“Get out of here!” he demanded. The man nodded and left, terrified.
Michelle was too drunk to move. Dmitri was warm, solid, close. She
felt the familiar bend of his muscles to her chest. Without thinking,
she lifted her arms up and grabbed his face in her hands. In front of
the large, gathered crowd, she jerked his face down and thrust her
tongue passionately into his mouth. Dmitri’s hands stiffened before
gliding around her waist and up her back in a solid, possessive
caress. His tongue rubbed against hers, rolling between her lips as he
sawed his mouth to hers.
Weak sounds came from her throat as she tasted him. His smell was all
around her, making her forget the crowd. Her fingers dipped into the
silken locks of his hair, pulling him closer. Shockwaves of desire
erupted in her, potent from the months they spent simmering in wait
for him. His arousal for her pressed large and hot into her stomach,
drawing her attention. She gasped to feel it and pulled back.
Blinking drunkenly, she gulped. The sounds of the crowd invaded her.
They were cheering them on. Dmitri’s hot eyes were watching her. His
chest was heaving and he was still partly shifted to wolf. She’d been
kissing him as part lycan! That’s why his erection had felt that much
bigger! His wild look devoured her and she knew if she didn’t do
something quick he’d pounce on her and fuck her right on the bar with
everyone watching.
Reacting on pure fear—fear of her actions, fear of his beastly desire
she’d tempted—Michelle slapped him hard and ran. Slamming into Mike,
she ordered, “Take me home! NOW!”
One glance at his cousin and Mike nodded, swept Michelle’s arm into
his hand, and ran like hell.
***
“What’s going on?” Mandy asked, coming from the back office, wiping
her mouth. Slick cream slid over her fingertips and she hurriedly
licked them clean.
“Ah, just Dmitri and Michelle again,” said Jaycee from the bar. She
started laughing. “Did you get one of those chocolate cocks? They’re
great aren’t they?”
Mandy blushed and turned just in time to see Armando stepping out from
the office, zipping his pants. “Umm, yeah, chocolate cock…that’s what
I had…yeah,”she said with a wink in Armando’s direction.
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