Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Humans and Monsters ❯ The Rules of Swingers ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

When an old friend comes to visit Elinore how will Landen react. The mating ball is also approaching fast, how will they prepare a human for it?

Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.10.2010 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 164 | Status: Work In Progress

The Pointless Disclaimer: This is my story and my take on the strange monsters our humanity has created. Reviews and messages are appreciated. If there are any typos or grammatical errors I am sorry. I re-read and edit all my chapters at least four times but it's hard to catch them.

Chapter 12

The laptop screen was bright as she laid out on the lawn chairs. The chairs were set out underneath a large patio shaped like a castle's tower. Elinore had spent the week typing away for the next month's issue while her assistant sent her article after article for her to edit.

The letters turned green against her purple background. The custom color scheme keeping her thinking easy and calm. The month's issue was centered around the freak accidents that were happening along the east coast. A source saying they were caused by a spirit. It was going after the ones who had betrayed him in the real life.

The pool before her was tinted green, possibly because of the green pebble scheme along the walls. The top of her swimsuit was crawling down as she leaned forward to flip to the next paper. She sighed loudly as she paused to look up at the backyard. The pool was large, much larger than any pool she'd seen at a hotel, maybe even a water park. The forest behind it seemed suspicious and each time she tried to see in the depths the chills raced up her spawn at the possibilities of what creatures could be watching her.

Reaching up she caressed her cheek, the bruise from Landon's hit had faded after two weeks, but each time she stared at the cheek she still felt sad, hurt. Standing up she pushed her denim shorts to the floor, stepping out of her flip-flop sandals at the same time. The chair she sat in was closest to the stairs leading into the pool.

Her feet hit the water and she grinned at the feeling. The temperature was alright compared to the outside temperature of only seventy two degrees. She wondered if Porter kept the pool heated year round, he certainly seemed to have the money for it.

She sank under the water, her face surfacing up to fend off the sudden rush of chills that ran up her back. While the pool was warm it wasn't completely heated.

A voice sounded from behind her. Someone cleared their throat. Her eyes spotted Landon. Standing at the waters edge she watched him, her chin hitting the surface as she breathed through her mouth. Her eyes held caution when facing him now. “Do you need something?” She asked.

Landon sat on the lawn chair she had previously occupied earlier. He said nothing, his hands in his lap. She saw Geneve glance at her through the window. Her eyes stopping on Elinore for only a moment to give a look of superiority.

“She's really paranoid over me being here,” Elinore stated, slowly walking through the water to the wall nearest to Landon, “isn't she?”

“Why shouldn't she be?” Landon asked. Elinore only shrugged her shoulders in response. The water began to calm around her as she leaned on her arms on the border of the pool. “The ball,” Landon finally spoke, “Porter asked me to teach you some things.” her interest was piqued.

“You're going to make me into a pretty woman like Julia Roberts?” She gasped out with mock excitement. Landon didn't share the same humor. His eyes remained unamused.

“Porter is buying you a red dress, werewolves are often not attracted to that color, also, at the ball there is a series of dancing, then a feast and then a moon ritual,” he explained. Elinore watched him as he spoke the words, she saw no excitement or anticipation.

“You're not excited for it,” she acknowledged. Landon seemed almost taken back by her blatant discovery.

“I am thirty two years of age, I must find a mate at some point in my life,” he returned, but still, the optimism was lacking. His eyes weren't focused any more. He seemed as if he were in a dream state. Finally, he cleared whatever was on his mind.

“The ball, you will be introduced with Porter and Geneve as pack protected guest, you will not stray from one of the three of us,” he added the later with a more serious glance, “I don't care if you have to piss, you take one of us with you.”

Her eyes were shocked at the statement, heat of embarrassment at the idea of her needing to ask to use the bathroom was horrible. “What about after the ball? Porter has told me that he will be renting rooms for... experimenting new potential mates, you will not be able to babysit me.”

“Porter has put you up in the basement, Devon will see you there, and then leave, but you will not leave that basement until I fetch you in the morning, thats all,” he returned, “if anyone asks to take you to bed you say no, no matter how good looking he is.”

Sighing in mock disappointed, she waved her hand at him, “The fun is all gone now.” Her eyes lit up with curiosity, “What about this ritual?” Pictures of wolves howling to the full moon grabbed at her thoughts and she giggled because of it.

“The ritual is a gathering of us and fighting. You will be no where near when that ritual starts. It is not for the eyes of humans. We will begin the chase, which will give us an idea on who will challenge Porter or Geneve for alpha, or pack leader,” he explained, adding the second part as if she had no idea what an alpha was.

“Alright, got it,” she returned before smirking, “So what are you looking for in a mate, Landon?” She teased out as she pushed herself out of the water, pulling her knee up onto the concrete and missing the way his eyes filled with lust at the glimpse of her breasts, pushed together by her arms on all four.

Elinore stood up and wrapped a towel around her, swinging her wet hair over her shoulder. It almost seemed like she was waiting for something. His eyes blinked as he remembered the question. A smirk hit his own lips, almost scaring her. “A woman who knows when to shut her mouth,” he returned, and without looking over her shoulder, walked into the house.

Elinore watched him before chasing after him, “Wait! I need to talk to Porter!” A hand gripped her shoulder, A fierce grip that had her yelping. Landon still didn't turn around as Geneve stepped into her vision. “What about?” she asked protectively, looking her over as if she were a purchased prostitute.

Elinore gulped, setting her laptop on the counter before she dropped it. “Y-You can ask him for me, the next magazine deadline is coming up, and I would like to call someone to come here to pick up the files. I have the real files they will need in order to approve them at the editors office. I have already emailed the articles, I-I just need to give the files to him,” Elinore rambled on, hating the dangerous look in her eyes. Fear was gripping at her throat, making it harder to breathe.

Geneve chuckled, “That is a plan of disaster, your father could be watching your office, or your phone lines.”

“How?” Elinore challenged, trying to refute anything about her father being smart, “Landon told me he is a pack outcast, so far I have learned that pack outcasts hardly make a living, which means that in order to watch an office, or follow a person, or watch phone lines, he would need inside connections to track someone in the first place. The only thing he has is scent and if I bring someone here to pick things up it will prevent me from going out and revealing my scent.”

“The one who picks up your things will reveal it,” she argued.

“The wind forecast is down for the rest of the week, and my scent will not last long on something such as clothing. Maybe the twenty seconds he gets in the car and out of the car,” Elinore returned, her eyes gleaming with victory at the look of frustration in Geneve's eyes.

Porter chuckled from the doorway, “Geneve, you put up a good fight.” Geneve curled her upper lip, a growl releasing and Elinore quickly raised her hands in surrender, “I'm not challenging you for anything, or anyone!”

Something in Geneve's eyes relaxed then before Elinore smirked, “However, I do have a question for you, about the ball.” Both Porter and Geneve raised an eyebrow at her. Porter looked as if he'd just gotten out of the shower, a few bruisers were slowly disappearing and she feared what they would have looked like fresh. Aurora was walking along the counter her wings fluttering behind her. Elinore tried to concentrate.

“So, you said this ball is like speed dates right? Where people meet for the first time and get together? What about you guys? You guys are alphas, you already know who your mate is, so do you partake in the rituals and are you swingers or something?” Elinore shot out all her questions while Porter reacted with a laugh.

Geneve showed a positive expression for once. She chuckled, “We will watch over the ritual and the dancing, as for swingers, I don't really know the human term for it, but when it comes to having sex that night, we could take on other partners if we wished. A werewolf, if not alpha or the second in command,is loyal to one and only mate.”

“Or pregnant,” Porter put in. Elinore nodded at her answers, “So, in order to swing you have to be in a short term relationship, and somewhat important in the pact? I thought betas and alphas were always a couple, a mating couple, so how come you can have that rule?”

“A beta and alpha are just two of the strongest male and the strongest female,” Geneve returned. Elinore raised her eyebrow, “But I thought its in the wolf's gene to seek out the strongest mate, wouldn't that be the alpha or the beta?”

“We're not ordinary wolves, while we will not go and bed a weakened werewolf, we will not put up a bloodied fight for someone who is strong and already taken. We challenge one to fights,a tournament, and then decide the winner if they will stay beta or challenge us,” she motioned to her and Porter, “but most of the time a beta or alpha chosen from the ritual already has a mate in mind, that prevents any corruption after the tournament. If someone knew who the next beta or alpha would be, potential mates may plan seduction to earn some power in the pact for negative means.”

Elinore nodded, extremely curious at the new information she'd come across. “Wow, so swingers huh? Thats lucky. How do I join the club?” Elinore joked before looking at Porter, “Do I have permission to call over a co-worker?” She asked. Porter nodded, kissing Geneve on the cheek. Elinore took it as a dismissal. Taking her laptop and body into her guest bedroom.

The laptop landed on the bed with a small thump. Elinore made her way into the bathroom to turn n the shower. Her cell phone was charging on the nightstand just outside of the bathroom door. The blackberry was flashing red with a new voicemail. Sighing, she thought back to just how long it'd been since she'd gone away from work. She missed going to haunted houses, sharing tragic pasts with other people. Her fingers tightened around the phone as she pushed down her bikini bottoms while entering her voicemail password.

It was one of the people at work, asking her for a sick leave. Sighing she looked at the day, surely they'd already been sick for a week. The voicemail did not matter to her. She then, dialed a number she found extremely fun.

Landen was watching TV when he heard her shower turn on. Then the small beeps of numbers being put. The murmurs of a woman on the voicemail. Then more beeps. He muted the television, watching the lips move of a model who was crying in a court, about to be shipped off for drugs. It wouldn't do any good, the model will pay her bail, get out, and buy some more drugs. It was the never ending cycle.

He closed his eyes, his hearing intensified and he recognized the voice on the other end of the cell phone. It was the man who had been on the phone when she had gone back to her apartment after the vampire encounter.

Landon stood up and made his way to the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible as his nose picked up a small twinge of excitement, and arousal. The later made his blood boil. There was no doubt in his mind that he liked the stubborn reporter, however, she was human and being human restricted their relationship, a lot. Porter may have wanted a night in bed with her, but that was the only thing a human and a werewolf could really share. He did not like those relationships.

The time he got to the door she had hung up, and he opened the door with a slight knock. “H-Hold on!” She shouted, and his eyes only made out a cream colored shoulder disappearing into the bathroom. The water turned off, and she walked back out in a blue robe. A towel wrapped around her head. It was the same damn robe he'd seen the night he and Porter had been caught outside her apartment window. The short, silk, blue robe that did all her curves well. He shivered when he saw her nipples pushing at the fabric.

“Who was on the phone?” He asked, getting straight to the point. He was investigating her and keeping her protected. It wasn't his fault that his job gave him certain privileges to find out about males he would have to scare away.

Her smile made his heart jerk. It was true happiness, and almost a large amount of anticipation in her eyes. “He's my co-worker, Porter agreed to have him pick up the files I've been working on,” she explained.

“You seem happy about it,” he returned.

Elinore looked at him strangely before laughing, “You're so jealous it's funny. I'll lay it flat on the table for you. He's my ex, I broke it off because it'd gotten too serious. We lived together in my apartment and he would not stop quizzing me about my personal life.”

“I thought you said you were innocent?!” Landen couldn't help the way his voice raised. Elinore stared at him blankly before her mouth opened into a realization expression. “When you asked me if I was a virgin?” She repeated. Her eyes narrowed at his.

“Think about it Landen, even if I didn't sleep with Kenneth, I still would not be a virgin, and your question caught me off guard. I just went along with it because I'd figured I wouldn't know you for much longer anyways.” she ranted as she began to go through her drawers. Her phone began to vibrate as he thought about what she was saying.

“I wasn't going to count your father as one of your lovers,” he murmured, “If he'd been the only one, you'd still be a virgin in my eyes.” He saw the way her movements slowed. Her hands, which had been busily searching for a item of clothing were now still. Her eyes half opened. She was slightly bent over, and he could see the beginning of her butt cheeks.

Looking away, he concentrated on the current conversation. “I-I wouldn't call him a lover,” she whispered as she pulled out white sun dress. It was a tank top, with a large skirt that ended at the knees. Black silhouettes of flowers ran up to the belly and the bodice was tight against her hips, making her breasts look edible.

He watched as she pulled it over her head, and the robe, before pulling her arms out of the robe sleeves and pulling the blue silk out from under the skirt. “So, Landen, you going to investigate Kenneth?” She asked with a teasing smirk as she hovered in front of him. The fresh shower smell was like smelling fresh cherry blossoms, and fresh off the bush raspberries.

Landen growled at the thought of the man. Elinore rolled her eyes at him, “Oh please, you're a werewolf.” Elinore was shocked to see true hurt in his eyes. “I-I do not mean to discriminate, I just assumed that werewolves would not choose to fuck humans. Did I assume wrong?” She asked.

Landen sighed, standing up. It wasn't that she assumed wrong, it was that she had hit it smack on the head. “You got it right, werewolves would rather want a pure-blood than a human. Humans often die in intercourse, or theres shock from pain.”

“Wow, couldn't hurt to just roofie them huh?” Elinore asked as she followed him out. Landen raised an eyebrow at her, the memory of watching her dress still fresh in his mind. “You're not wearing any underwear,” he whispered under his breath.

“They're overrated,” she reassured him, “Plus, who knows, I could get lucky.” His fingers curled. Elinore chuckled in her own mind. It was cute, seeing a werewolf that had been so cold to her, now jealous at the thought of her ex coming over. Landen turned opposite of the stairs she descended. She grabbed her cell phone, she had ignored the call while she'd been dressing.

“Are you lost?” She asked. His laugh hit her ears, “Shocked more like it, I didn't know you had friends in such high places.” Elinore grinned to herself.

“They're new acquaintances, you're here then?” She asked as she neared the front door. She head a different door shut. Landen had just gone into Porter's room, but she couldn't hear any voices.

Landen on the other hand, was speaking as much of his mind as he could. “Its dangerous to have one of her friends from here,” he began. Porter had an amused look in his eyes. It dawned on Landen that he was simply a doll being played with.

“Oh, so you figured it out? The second she brought up his name her arousal hit me, I thought it would be interesting to meet her ex,” Porter thought out load as he sat on his bed, looking at dress designs for the ball. They were all red, dresses for Elinore.

“You should hide your emotions better,” Porter added without looking up. A smell hit both of there noses. “He must be here, should you go introduce yourself? Beat him to a pulp? Lick her in front of him? What about grab one of those gorgeous boobs?” He suggested. Landen sneered at him, slamming the door on his alpha. The only noise he heard was Porter laughing.

The files were sitting on the kitchen table. Elinore was pouring two cups of grape soda when Landen walked in. Kenneth, her co-worker, he assumed, was sitting at the table with a smile on his face, his eyes fixated on her butt. Landen stood between his vision. “Hi,” he greeted, raising his head. Kenneth held out his hand, “Kenneth, you must be Landen. Elinore told me this was your friend's house.”

Landen nodded, shaking his hand, a challenge initiating when Kenneth squeezed it a bit more than a normal man would. “You work at the magazine company too?” Landen asked. He liked it, when Elinore slid a drink in front of him as well. Kenneth nodded, “What do you do for work?” He asked, almost challenging just the employment. Landen grinned, his enlarged canines threatening to show.

“I'm a private investigator,” he returned. Kenneth had lost the first round. Elinore cleared her throat, “How are things back at the office Kenny?” She asked, sitting in the chair across from Landen, and beside Kenny. Landen forced himself to take a drink, trying to cool down his body.

“Emily took a sick leave, I think she's got that new flu, I warned everyone at the office to get a shot,” He added, “your receptionist said it was something to do with your mom. Is everything okay?'

“My moms fine,” Elinore said tightly. Landen loved the rejection in his eyes as she pushed the files to him. “When you get back to the office, can you call me with what the editors say? Also, I need you to give my receptionist a reminder to call me daily,” she grumbled out. Kenneth laughed lightly but nodded.

“So how long have you two known each other?” Kenneth asked, looking a bit territorial. Elinore answered far too quickly for Landen's liking. “He's helping me investigate my mother's family. My apartment was broken in to though so he offered me a place here while we're investigating, its a lot easier than meeting up at the office.”

“Did they steal anything?” Kenny asked. Elinore shook her head before she stood up grabbing the files. “I'll walk you to the car.”

Landen stayed at the table, knowing he could see the car from the window. Kenneth followed her out and when they got the to Jetta sitting in the driveway, Landen growled at the hug she gave him.

The hug lingered for a moment too long. Elinore pulled back, kissing him on the cheek before he got into the car. Elinore stood outside before the large gates closed. Finally, she turned to walk back into the house. She smiled at Landen who was still sitting at the table. “Can I ask you a question?” She asked. Landen raised an eyebrow at the question before she leaned on the table in front of him, her arms pushing her breasts together and up.

She moved her butt side to side. He could instantly feel the saliva gathering in his mouth. His eyes were turning golden, his sight getting better, clearer, which did not help him in the current situation. “W-What?” He got out. She turned her head to the side, and the effect it had when some her her hair ran across the skin of her breast had him begging for a collar and leash to keep him in line.

“Well,” her voice was husky, lusty, and driving him crazy, “I was wondering, what would it take, to get you to have sex with a human?”

His hand tightened and the glass on the table shattered. Soda hit his jeans and the cold ice made him yelp. That very dog-like yelp ruined the intimate mood as Elinore began to laugh uncontrollably. “Y-You sounded just like a puppy!”

Landen growled as he stood up to fetch some paper towels. Elinore took some from him as she began wiping up the pool of soda while he collected the glass shards. “When is this winter thing anyways?” She asked.

Landen tried to quick start his brain again. “Two weeks from Tuesday,” he answered. When he saw her confusion he added, “Full moon.”

Elinore nodded before she threw the paper towels away, leaning against the kitchen doorway with a sincere smile. It was a smile far better then the one he saw her give at the thought of Kenneth. “Good night Landen,” she returned before leaving him for the night.