The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

The werewolf’s friends got a laugh out of that, covering their mouths as if their comrade wouldn’t know they were having fun at his expense by hiding their teeth. Sadie knew she had to be careful. She wasn’t worried about them trying to hurt her, but she didn’t want to alienate them.

“Tell you what . . . I’ll play you for it.”

“Hey, court’s ours lady,” her target said, looking nervous. She was an unknown and, even as an overconfident as werewolf males tended to be, he wasn’t willing to risk getting shown up by a woman, even if she was a vampire. He started to turn around and dribble the ball.

Sadie put the finishing touch on the deal. “Are you sure? You can be shirts and I’ll be skins.”

Nobody moved. The humans behind her had stopped breathing. The only sound penetrating the night was the basketball bouncing slowly across the blacktop, suddenly quite unattended.

“Skins?” one of the werewolves said.

“Well, as much skin as the law allows,” she said evilly. “And since I’m the law,” she said, flashing her badge, I’d say that’s a lot of skin.”

“She’s that fucking Arbiter that we’ve been hearing about!”

“Damn, I heard she was hot –”

“Dude, don’t! She can arrest you if she loses!”

“I can do no such thing,” Sadie says.

“Do it!”

The challenged wolf looked at his friend. “Why?”

“Because if you win, you beat an Arbiter!”

“And if I lose?”

“We get to see her naked!”

And that settled the challenge.

“What are you doing?!” Devlin whispered heatedly as Sadie sat down on the bleachers and took off her boots.

“Just getting to know the locals,” she said happily. She loved getting naked. Okay, she wasn’t going to sleep with any of these guys, but might as well give ’em a thrill. It was fun! She stripped down to her bra and typically tiny g-string (the only type of underwear she actually owned), then put her boots back on. Devlin was caught somewhere between shock and drooling. “So boys, is this enough skin?”

There was a lot of nodding.

Sadie actually wasn’t a particularly experienced basketball player, but she had a great deal of speed. More importantly, she didn’t actually care about winning. The wolf she was playing, whose name turned out to be Todd, beat her by the skin of his teeth. And when she took the loss with sweat and a smile, all she got was some good natured ribbing.

“How about some full court?” Todd said, warming up a bit. This girl was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and he was in no big hurry for her to get covered up and leave.

“Can my friends play?” she aske innocently, her arms at her sides lightly pressing against her breasts to emphasize her already pronounced cleavage? “No, not those friends,” she said as the wolves all looked at her tits, “THOSE friends.” She was glancing at the humans who, despite their earlier protestations, were having a great time just being spectators. Actually, a number of people had shown up to watch the hottie in lingerie playing basketball.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Anything you want baby,” Todd said.

“Call me baby again and I’ll neuter you,” she replied with a chuckle. “Okay, let’s pick some teams.”

Within half an hour, Sadie had worked up a pretty good sweat, which is impressive for a vampire. She somehow always managed to get picked for the “skins” team, but she wasn’t complaining. She saw Devlin had gone back to sit in the patrol car, refusing her invitation to participate. She rolled her eyes.

‘That boy needs to lighten up.’ She was getting ready to take the ball out again when a black convertible pulled up to the lot. There were three well dressed men and one fashionable woman in the car, and all of them were looking on the display with disdain. Sadie knew without even smelling them that anyone who dressed that nice to drive around while looking that snide had to be a vampire.

“Look what the dogs dragged in,” one said. He looked to have been in his forties when he had turned.

“They got themselves a little human humping post,” the girl chuckled, but Sadie found no mirth in it.

It occurred to Sadie that between the sweat, the tan, the “improper dress” and the general aroma of human and werewolf sweat, these people probably had no idea who or what she was. She also noticed that the werewolves’ mood had soured quickly.

“If they need one, it’s probably because you’re all ready worn out,” she replied, looking the female intruder up and down. “It was so nice of your friends to take these nice gentlemens’ cast offs.” She could actually feel the werewolves’ ears pick up and heard some soft laughter.

“See,” the driver said, “this is why we have rules about Turning the lesser species. Otherwise, the great cities would be overrun with white-trash.”

Sadie casually sank a hook shot. “Who says white chicks can’t play?” she muttered, then turned back to the vamps. “Cities are already overrun with trash,” she replied, “but we let you stay anyway.” Inwardly, she wasn’t happy. ‘That was a lame comeback,’ she thought.

“On your best day,” the female vamp said, stepping up to the fence around the court, “you’d be lucky to be a second tier broodling, begging for her master’s bite.”

Sadie smiled again, this time with fangs bared. “I’m not big on having a ‘master,’ thank you very much. And I’d rather run with wolves than sip tea with a bunch of poodles.”

The four vamps glanced amongst themselves. They weren’t often surprised by one of their own. “What are you doing frolicking with these . . . things,” the woman said, glancing at humans and werewolves alike. “Particularly dressed like a common whore!”

“Hey!” Sadie said, genuinely offended. She pointed from her head and slowly down to her toes, “there is nothing ‘common’ about this body! If you’d like I might be able to give you some tips . . . help you get rid of that second chin.”

“How dare you?! Who do you think you are? When Lord Vallant hears about this –”

“Lord who?” Sadie asked innocently.

“Lord Vallant, Councilman for the Gravestones and our personal creator,” she said smugly.

Sadie checked that name away for future investigation. “So he would be close with the mayor then?”

The intruders seemed so sure of themselves again. “Indeed,” the driver said.

“Good. I’m attending a fund raiser this weekend and most of the mayor’s friends are going to be there, or so I’m told. I just want to know who to seek out to complain about the incredible rudeness of his toadies.”

“You? At one of the mayor’s functions? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Pants!” she shouted. Someone tossed her pants over to her and she pulled out her wallet. “Yes, as the new Arbiter in Midian, my presence was requested by the mayor and Lord Frost. Perhaps you’ve heard of him?” Sadie actually had little interest in being associated with Lord Frost, but she was enjoying making these people squirm. And boy were they ever squirming. “Now, I see that you’re actually parked illegally. Just because I feel sympathetic for people who had to ride the short bus to school, I’m going to let you all off with a warning . . . this time. But I would consider moving that piece of shit before I lose my ‘white-trash’ temper and have it towed.” She smiled sweetly. “Understand? Now get out of my sight.”

The vampires looked so furious that she was sure someone was going to pop a vein, but they got back in their car and pulled away.

“Fucking vamps,” one of the werewolves muttered. When Sadie turned to glower at him, he looked a bit embarrassed. “Sorry ma’am. No offense towards you.”

“S’okay. Actually, I should probably get back to work.” She waited until the moans of disappointment subsided, kicking off her boots so she could put her pants back on. “What was with that whole ‘lesser species’ and ‘these things’ crap?” she asked.

“Dunno,” Todd said. “We’ve been hearing that a lot this year. Normally they just get all mysterious and full of themselves around Halloween, but it’s been worse this year. Hell, I used to have some friends who were vamps who’d come and play, but they’re sticking with their own these days.”

“Really? Hunh.” Sadie didn’t like the sound of that. It might be nothing, but she’d keep her eyes open.

One of the humans was nodding his head. “Most of ’em have moved to the edge of Gravestones, over by West End. My folks live over in Dodson, and she tells me thery’re doing the same kinds of stuff there.”

Sadie pulled her vest on and tied it up, getting a cheap thrill of having all the onlookers. “Thanks. Hey, for those of you who didn’t hear earlier, my name is Sadie Hewitt, and I’m an Arbiter stationed at the Gravestones precinct. If you guys get harassed by vamps or hear anything else odd like this, let me know okay?”

“You think that something’s up?” Todd asked.

“Probably not. Theres’ a bunch of reasons vamps act up. I just like to know what’s going on.” She high-fived all the players and headed back towards the SUV. But before she got there, Todd caught up with her.

“Hey, you said you worked at the Gravestones precinct? Over on Harbor Street and 8th?”

“Yeah.”

“You know Vladimir Koloff?”

“Vlad? Yeah, I work with him.”

Todd grinned. Sadie liked a friendly werewolf grin. “He hates being called Vlad. Anyway –” Todd looked nervous. “He’s my uncle.”

“No shit?!”

“Yeah and . . . could you tell him that my mom is sorry and was wondering when he’s coming by to visit? He’ll know what it means.”

“Sure thing,” she said, tapping fists with the young wolf. She watched him turn around and start up a new game, wolves and humans mixed together. Again she headed to the car. Devlin seemed to be on the horn complaining to Captain Grom about the Arbiter’s “unprofessional behavior.” Sadie jumped in the driver’s side and grabbed the radio out of Devlin’s hand.

“Hey Grommie,” she said.

*Arbiter, were you really playing naked basketball with werewolves? (click)*

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I wasn’t completely naked . . . technically. Besides, you wanted me to mingle –”

*Mingle! Not do public lap dances! (click)*