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Heart of the Wolf	By : Misskiki47 Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 7420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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     “Betty! Betty! Where’re you going!? Betty!” Greg was hissing at her. She didn’t hear Greg. She did not see Jughead restrain Greg, keeping him from stopping her. The only thing Betty knew was that she had to get closer to Reggie. She saw and heard nothing else, but him.
     She moved as if hypnotized. Greg was watching her feeling insanely jealous because she never even came close to looking at him the way she was looking at Reggie. Her mouth was slightly open, and Greg could see her breathing quickened. Even with her mask on, Greg could see how much she was turned on, by the quickness of the rise and fall of her breasts.
     Reggie moving back and forth across the stage with his long black wig fluttering in the wind, eyes outlined with black eyeliner and glowing red due to being covered by the contacts. He was busy playing his heart out and searching the crowd for his next conquest.
     There were beautiful male and female models dancing through the crowded dance floor, stopping to strike a pose, to the delight of the onlookers. Another part of this unusual fashion show was to have different models come up to the stage, trying to “seduce” him: as if they wanted to be chosen by him. They were pleading with him and “fighting” each other to be his woman for the night. The models came up behind him; many hands ran over his body, one of them took his guitar. All the while he shook his head, ‘pushing’ them away, not interested in them. Two gorgeous young women, one wearing a low cut red dress, and one black satin and crystal ankle length gown flew on stage because Reggie held his arms out. The girl in the black dress eagerly took off his coat while the red-dressed beauty took his guitar.
     The crowd shrieked at the sight of him in the very tight outfit. A leather clad Flash danced over to stand beside Reggie and together they moved in a simultaneous dance: step to the right, dip, hips swinging, step left. The chains on Reggie’s pants were moving as if they were a part of him. They repeated the steps again and again. Turning back to the crowd, and then facing the crowd again.
These two hot men’s dancing caused pandemonium in the club: some fans were yelling things like: “This is so cool”, “That was the shit!”, “Love you Flash!”, or, “Oh Reggie, I want to have your baby!” and many other strange phrases and words of praise.
     Reggie took his guitar back and began to play again, his hips moving in time to the music, enthralling everyone with his guitar and his body. He dipped, turned, and the crowd gasped. His buttocks looked divine in the leather pants, and they fit snugly, outlining his groin to perfection. He did a shake of his butt which made his ass cheeks jiggle and caused the audience to scream and stomp. He was magnificent indeed. The white spandex shirt was like a second skin, outlining six-pack abs while the bulge of his muscular arms, and chest were overwhelming.
      Men and women jumped up and down, still clapping, screaming and stamping their approval, crowding around the stage, trying to touch the vampire lord. The whole club shook with the feverish excitement of the throng of people.
     Betty finally reached the stage, staring at Reggie as if she was in a trance. Ethel and Jughead held their collective breaths. They looked at each other knowingly, “Baby, Bettys going to Reggie, whether she liked it or not.”
Jug nodded vigorously.
“This should be very interesting, lovey.”
    The club’s lights were spotlighting women around the room, some had bared their breasts, licking at them to get his attention, but Reggie ignored them, and kept looking around, searching for someone to conquer. All of this attention was turning him on.
     Then the spotlight settled on Betty. She still stood there, looking at him intensely. Her black wig was sparkling in the light. She was beautiful to see.
     Reggie came out of his trance. He literally did a double take. Who is she? My God she’s beautiful! His rising passion for the unknown beauty enhanced his playing. They were both
lost in the moment, he was marveling at her beauty, while she marveled over the fact at how happy she was to see him. beauty. There was intense fire igniting between the two, but he never stopped playing. Their desire for each other was evident to everyone, palpable throughout the vast club, and his music reflected his passion. Her hips swayed to the music he serenaded her with.
     When she stopped in front of the stage, having nowhere else to walk, she stood there, staring admiringly at him. While playing with one hand, Reggie reached down and assisted her up, settling her directly in front of him. It looked as if all of this was part of the show. For several more minutes, the guitar was crying out his desire for her. The audience loved when Reggie dropped to his knees, making it clear she was his choice. She reached out and caressed his face, outlining his lips. Then, as if her hands had a mind of their own, they began caressing his chest. Not counting the quick glimpses she had of him tonight, the time when he inadvertently almost knocked her down, or seeing his pictures in the newspapers, Betty had not seen Reggie up close for a long time. The pictures of him in the papers did not do him any justice. He was simply delicious, she thought as she caressed him. Neither of them heard the wild cries and noise those surrounding them were making.
     They both gasped from the electrical energy her touch gave them. Reggie was now playing just for her. His eyes narrowed to half slits, watching her, wanting and needing her that he thought he would shatter into a million pieces if she refused him. Her hands on his face felt so divine, and so familiar, yet different. He could not quite make out the color of her eyes.
     Is she one of the models? He hadn’t not seen her back stage when he was back there earlier. How could I have missed seeing her? His thoughts quickly left his mind when she moved behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He hid a gasp of pleasure as he stood up and she rested her back on his. His eyes closed at the contact, then he held the instrument up, high over his head while still playing, to the thrill of his admiring spectators, who did not stop screaming and shouting through the whole performance.
     He gave her a real good look at his body before he turned around, rubbing against her. She was still caressing him and then she felt his huge erection. She almost fainted from the thrill she felt from the heat of it. It seemed as if her hands had a mind of their own because she could not stop touching him. They were both covered in perspiration.
     After an arousing finale, Reggie handed his guitar to Flash, his eyes never leaving hers, took her hand and led her to the side of the stage. Reggie reached out and pulled off her mask, with the speed of a rattle snake. They both inhaled deeply at this unveiling.
    Reggie didn’t hear or feel anything, not the shouts of praise and adoration, nor the pats on his back as he gazed at Betty in amazement. She was the last person in the world he expected to see. But he couldn’t keep the ever increasing feeling of excitement from racing throughout his very soul. He stood there, staring at her, completely, and overwhelmingly dumbstruck.
      Jack saw Reggie unmask Betty, so he went onstage to announce over the microphone: “The Wolf had a great idea it’s time to unmask!” Everyone did so cheering, and dancing resumed at a feverous pitch.
     “Oh shit, sweetie, the jig is up! Reggie’s seen Betty! Though I have to say, I’m very glad it finally happened.” Ethel laughed while pulling Jughead closer. Reggie’s playing had turned them both on. Jughead and Ethel watched their friends, holding their breath while caressing each other.
     What next? Jughead wondered nervously. Greg just sat there, angry and hurt at Betty’s actions, but he was unable to get up and leave the club.
     Reggie found himself blinking, eyes on fire, looking into the bluest eyes he had ever known. He took out his red contacts to be sure he was really seeing what he was seeing. He’d seen this face in his dreams so much lately, and it had been driving him mad. It took a few more minutes for his brain to register that Betty was really there, standing in front of him.
     “Oh my God! Betty!” Reggie reached out with the speed of light, it seemed, grabbed Betty by her waist, pulled her close to him, and began to kiss her. Reggie held her very tight. He looked very happy to see her, his face beautiful in its expression of ecstasy.
     Is this a dream? He stopped kissing Betty for a quick moment to pull off her black wig in order to release her beautiful blonde tresses and he lovingly ran his hands through her thick hair. If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up, he sighed as Betty put her arms around his neck.
     It was plain to see she was not resisting the embrace. Reggie lifted a shining blonde lock to his face, and breathed in the scent of her hair. Umm, still smells of jasmine and vanilla. He was in a daze. “My God, Betty!” he kept saying her name over and over, unable to help himself. Reggie kept caressing her face and body making her feel weak. She leaned into him so she would not fall down. He soon resumed the very hot kiss and Betty was kissing him back, pulling off his wig so she could entwine her fingers in his hair, loving the feel of it between her fingers. Both of them had their eyes closed. Time seemed to have stopped for them.
     “Oh, Reggie, I…” She could hardly get any words out. She felt so weird, not herself at all. “Reg...”
     Luke Hickey, the photographer, was busy snapping many photographs of them embracing and making out in public. By now, Luke had taken thousands of shots of this reunion. There were close ups of their faces from all different angles. They looked very intense and extremely beautiful to watch.
     Luke was stoked, as their passion was unfolding right before his eyes, his cameras caught their every emotion. He had his assistants flying around, changing cameras and lighting as needed. This was what Reggie wanted and he made sure he gave the Wolf what he demanded. Luke took already had taken incredible photographs of these fashionable outfits. Now he was snapping away at the beautiful couple in front of him. Betty and Reggie looked beautiful together. He outdid himself this night: the photos he took of them sizzled. Jughead and Ethel were nudging each other, full of glee while watching their friends. Jughead was gloating.
     “Ha! I was right! Betty does love Reggie! I knew how he felt about her. I mean, it was a no brainer, but...” Jughead bragged to Ethel, forgetting Greg was sitting there and listening to his every word. Greg was upset about hearing this bit of news, but he still sat there, sadly shaking his head. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the couple near the stage.
     “Good Lord! Hott Muggs, Inc. is not the only thing hot around here!” Luke kept clicking his Canon Mack III digital excitedly, really being inspired by Reggie and Betty’s fire. He squatted, got on one knee, and even lay on the floor in order to get them at every angle known to man. People were watching them: some were envious, happy, or just cheering them on. They loved Luke’s moves as he worked. He was a handsome mocha colored man, and had quite a few admirers watching him with passion.
     “That’s great. Keep on doing that thing you’re doing with your hands, Reggie,” he encouraged. “You two are sensational!”
     That thing Reggie was doing with his hands was his hands rubbing Betty’s ass while holding her close to his body. He was oblivious to Luke, massaging her butt with his eyes still closed. This went on a few more minutes before he abruptly pushed Betty away, startled, as if he just thought of something, something extremely gross and distasteful.
     “Hey wait a minute! I forgot something! You’re married!” Reggie quickly scanned around the club to see if his hated rival was there. Reggie suddenly remembered Betty had a dumb ass husband named Archie Andrews.
     “Why are you up here anyway? Couldn’t resist me, eh, babe?” Reggie growled in a very nasty tone of voice. That broke the spell for Betty: there he was rejecting her again.
     Reggie started to turn away because he didn’t want to see Archie and Betty together. Betty stood there, angrily glaring at his retreating back, visibly shaken to her core by all that just occurred: After all of these years, Reggie was still rejecting her. Betty was so mortified and angry that she flew after him, grabbed his arm, pulled him around and slapped his face as hard as she could.
     “Why you conceited, you...!” she yelled. She started to storm off, stopped, turned, and slapped him on his other cheek, much harder than the first time.
     “You have some nerve, you big piece of shit! How dare you kiss and touch me like that!” she cried.
     “Hey babe, you kissed me back, remember? I thought you were enjoying yourself. Everybody else enjoys it when I kiss them! Guess Archie-boy isn’t doing his job. Want me to fuck you now?” His signature smirk in place and an eyebrow was raised in challenge. SLAP!!
   “How dare you talk to me that way?” Betty shouted over the loud music, then stomped off, thoroughly incensed.
     “Got it!” Luke screamed in his zeal. He had great shots of the reddening handprint on Reggie’s face. Even with his face smarting like hell, Reggie could not help grinning at her retreating back with his hand pressed to the cheek that hurt the most. Betty began running when she got nearer to the front door. Reggie was still grinning as he ran after her. The cameras had caught it all.
     “Magnificent!” Hickey was howling with laugher as he snapped away. Everyone was cheering them, thinking it was all part of the show. Reggie stopped grinning when he ran outside and saw there was no sign of Betty. She was gone.
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