Ridin' Red (5 page)

Cinda was dressed suggestively in a leather skirt and
corset, and she’d never looked hotter or happier to Anastasia. Cinda placed a
big box with a red bow on the table. She’d been so busy admiring how Cinda
looked that she hadn’t noticed the box ‘til now.

“What’s that?” Anastasia couldn’t help but ask. She’d
always been a curious person. Her grandmother used to always tell her that her
curiosity went above and beyond.

“You’ll find out once we’ve had a little talk,” Cinda
said. The direct mien Cinda gave her made Anastasia squirm.

“Okay.” It was all she could say. She was so nervous,
and she didn’t want to say anything stupid.

“Ana, as long as we’ve been sisters, we’ve never just
talked straight with each other. That isn’t only your fault; I take responsibility
for that as well.” When Anastasia would’ve said something, Cinda raised her
hand.

“No, let me finish. I want you to hear what I have to
say.” She cleared her throat, and Anastasia could tell that she was struggling
to find the right words.

“When my mother died and daddy told me that I was
going to get a new mother and sisters, I was elated. I’d always wanted
sisters.” Anastasia watched as Nico put his arm around Cinda’s shoulders, a
true sign of comforting.

“For a little while, it worked. We were all one happy
family, and I don’t know what happened to make it change. I don’t know if I
just fantasized the whole thing and it wasn’t how it really was, or if
something I did changed it. Your mother seemed to change on me and then the two
of you did. After they died, I wanted to close the gap, but it seemed too late.
I want to ask your forgiveness.”

“Forgiveness for what, Cinda? I mean, you’re right. We
were horrible to you and so was mother. If anyone should ask for forgiveness,
it should be me and Dru.” She shook her head in disbelief that Cinda could be
asking for forgiveness.

“The reason I want to ask for forgiveness is there
were plenty of times that I could’ve at least tried to speak with the two of
you. I didn’t. Therein lies my culpability.” Cinda’s eyes teared up. Nico gave
her a handkerchief, and she dabbed at her eyes.

“Oh, I see. You’re forgiven, of course, Cinda, and I
wanted to speak with you tonight to ask for forgiveness as well. The plain and
simple truth of the matter is that my mother was jealous of the affection your
father placed on you, and her ugliness about that situation wore off on us.”

Cinda paused for a moment after Anastasia stopped
talking, seeming to search for what she wanted to say.

“I’m sorry. So many times I wanted to say something as
well, but I was following Drusilla. That’s another thing I’m guilty of and
sorry for. Please forgive me. I know we haven’t been close, and we may never be
as close as we could have been. I’d like to at least remedy that and forge a
better relationship.” She reached over to cover Cinda’s hand with her own.
“Please forgive me.”

Cinda covered Anastasia’s hand with her own and nodded
her head. She was now crying as well. They held hands for a few moments longer,
both women crying. God, she’d been so blind. Her loyalty had been misplaced,
and she’d wasted so much time.

“I forgive you, Ana. It will be nice to have a sister
at last. Who knows, perhaps Drusilla will come around, and we can all at least
have one another.”

“Thank you, Cinda.”

Cinda stood and came around the table and held her
arms out. Anastasia couldn’t hold back the big grin that she knew was on her
face as she moved into Cinda’s arms and hugged her tight. They clung to one
another, both of them tucking their faces into the other’s neck. Cinda pulled
back after a moment, holding Anastasia by her arms.

“Now I did want to wish you a happy birthday. My gift
to you is what’s in that box. You can walk away now, or you can take it. As the
card said, ‘step through the door’. Even if you don’t, your paycheck is in the
envelope inside, and you can walk away with that. But you can’t open the box
here. You will need to take it up to the suite I’ve reserved for your
birthday.”

What on earth could possibly be in that box? It all
seemed so mysterious. Why couldn’t Cinda just tell her?

“Wow, a suite?” She clapped her hands in excitement.
“After sharing a hotel room with Dru, this is going to be nice!” Cinda, Nico,
and Anastasia all laughed. The tension had dissipated from the room, and
Anastasia had never sensed she was home more than she did now.

Cinda leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

“See you soon. Don’t be a stranger. Dante will lead
you to the suite. He’s waiting just outside the door. Oh and yeah, don’t open
the box until you’re inside the suite.”

With that said they left, with Nico’s arms wrapped
securely around Cinda’s waist.
To find something like that would be
wonderful. The love was just pouring off of them.
The next question on her
mind was whether or not she wanted to find out what was in the box. The answer
to that was hell fucking yeah.

Grabbing the box, she opened the door and spoke to the
only person standing next to the door.

“Dante, I presume?”

“Yes, ready to go to the suite?”

“Lead the way.”

He took the package from her and offered his arm.
Looping her arm into his, she matched her gait to his. Whatever was in the box
and inside the suite, she was ready for a change.

Chapter Seven

She had butterflies in the pit of her stomach and by
the time they’d stopped at the room, after weaving through half naked patrons
and full on naked patrons, her body was warm with need. Wasn’t that just the
way? Hell, before the night was through she’d have to find someone for herself.

Dante opened the door and stood to the side; she took
the gift box from him and thanked him as she entered. He shut the door behind
her, and she heard a soft click of the lock. She was being locked in? For a
moment, she was worried. Then she shrugged that off. Cinda wouldn’t harm her.
It was to keep others from coming in.

She stopped in the middle of the room, admiring it.
The walls had been painted so that it looked like a forest; the canopy bed in
the middle of the room was large and had coverings on top that looked
functional. The ceiling was all glass, along with a tall mirror by the dresser.

The furniture was all done in beautiful cherry wood
and the coverings in rich chocolate and gold accents. The room also had a
really cozy feeling to it. There was a dresser, a closet, what she assumed was
a bathroom door and another door that looked like a connecting room. Cinda had
gone all out with giving her a birthday gift. Damn.

There was also a balcony that she assumed faced the
back of the building, as the front of the building looked like a warehouse to
her and nothing special. It was amazing what was hidden within. She set the box
down on the bed and stared at it. Did she want to see what she’d been given?
What could it hurt?

She leisurely untied the bow, letting it rest at the
sides of the large box, and opened it, setting the lid on the bed. Inside was
an envelope like Cinda had said. But under it was tissue paper that was
obscuring what else was in the box. She picked up the envelope, opening it and
seeing her check within. She almost put it down until she noted there was
another piece of paper inside, a handwritten note addressed to her.

Dear Anastasia Trumane,

We’re going to play a little game. Try this on for
size. We think it will fit, perfectly. We will be coming for you in 30 minutes.
Get dressed and wait for us on the bed.

Anonymously Yours.

Cinda had arranged for her to play at the club! The
note also indicated more than one person. She gave a girly giggle of excitement
and peeled back the tissue paper. She gasped. The fabric was exquisite, soft
and utterly sensual.

She took each item out of the box. There was a bra top
with a brooch clasp, a sheer flowing cape, and a long skirt with a slit up its
side and built-in boy shorts. It was the sexiest ensemble she’d ever seen, and
it was all in red. How perfect this outfit would go with the shoes she wore.

She had less than twenty minutes to get ready.
Time
to put up or shut up.
She’d wanted to have something happen. Well, it was
happening. She stripped as fast as she could then put on the costume.
Little
Red Riding Hood never looked this good
. She hung her clothing up inside the
closet and pirouetted in front of the mirror.

So this was what it could be like, not to be under
Drusilla’s thumb or her mother’s. But doing something she wanted for her,
something wild and out of the ordinary. She was sexy hot. She stroked a hand
along her uncovered thigh and smiled.

The slit accentuated her long legs and the top pushed
her breasts up in offering to whomever wished to partake. Naughty and
beautiful, those were the words she’d use to describe herself. She arranged her
long curls over her shoulders and put on the hood that was attached to the
cape. One last glance in the mirror and she went to the bed, hopped up on it
and positioned herself in the middle and then waited for what was to come.

She observed the door, wondering who’d step through.
There was a sound of a door opening, but it wasn’t the front door. It was the
adjoining room. Dante stood there, nodded to her and then exited. For a moment
she thought it was him, but that couldn’t be.

Not that he wasn’t attractive but…

Her thought trailed off as she stared at the door. She
was frozen in place.

She gasped. Two wolves, two very large wolves entered
the room. One was black in color; the other was silver, and they were huge.
Someone closed the door, she assumed Dante. That spurred her into action, and
she jumped over the other side of the bed trying to reach the door. The silver
wolf blocked her path, and when she tried to run to the other door, the black
one blocked her way.

Don’t be afraid, Red.
Lucien, it was
Lucien.

“Stop this, Luc, let me go.” Oh my god! Wait a fucking
minute, she could hear him. She could understand everything he was saying, and
he was a wolf. “How can I understand you?” She could hear the alarm in her own
voice.

You’re our mate. Of course you can understand
everything we say. As our mate, you can hear our thoughts and feel when we are
hurt. The only way you wouldn’t be able to is if we are too far away or if we
are blocking the thoughts from you. Stay and play awhile with us.

“No, I don’t want to.” She backed up against the bed
when Lucien advanced on her. He nuzzled her legged and growled softly.

Of course you want to. I can smell how wet you are.
Let us love you.

“I need to go.” Still they blocked her path.

Ana, my girl, if you go, the headaches will continue. In
fact, they will get worse.

“How do you know I’ve been having headaches?”

We all have. Our pain will only build if we don’t
complete our mating match. So long ago, when you and I were together, you
became my mate. I didn’t realize what it fully meant.

“Mating match? Lucien, you’re making no sense.
Besides, there is the little detail of you being here with someone else, not
just me. Are you going to tell me this is all because you’re both my mates?”

Yes. Though not only are you my mate, he’s my mate as
well.
That admission didn’t shock her, and Lucien would be
privy to that fact. When they’d been together, Lucien had point blank told her
he was bisexual.

“Lucien, if this is your way of trying to get me back
into your bed.” She gasped as she was hit with the most excruciating pain
between her eyes. She brought her hand to her forehead and held it.

Lucien, hurry.

Anastasia turned to look at the other wolf, who’d come
closer to them, and she was now hearing what he was saying in her mind. When
she turned back to Lucien, he’d shifted and stood before her naked.

“You’re everything I imagined you to be.” That voice,
she recognized that voice. It was Bruno. Her eyes widened as that beautiful
male specimen stood next to her.

“Bruno.” He’d shifted as well and was in all his naked
glory.

“Yes, Red, my dear, I’m your other wolf,” Bruno stated
gruffly.

Lucien placed his hands around her waist while she was
distracted, and she moaned softly. It had been too long since she’d received a
strong man’s touch.

“Lucien…” She whimpered. His blue eyes twinkled.

He was giving her a chance to stop him. The one thing
he’d always told her was that she had the right to refuse him, to tell him she
didn’t want to go forward. He was a Dom who didn’t do the safe word thing; all
she had to do to stop him was to say no. She couldn’t say no; truthfully, she
didn’t wish to say no.

When she didn’t say anything, he spoke again.

“Let us ease your pain,” Lucien persuaded.

Lucien pulled her into the center of the room, and
Bruno pressed behind her. She could feel both of their cocks against her, and
she trembled. One against her stomach, the other against her ass. There were
two hard cocks, two wolves for her to have. Why not live the fantasy and play
along?