by Alex Grayson
“Yes, Beautiful… rub that wet pussy on me. You want to cum again?” I bite her nipple, causing her to gasp and dig her nails into the leather seat behind my head.
She doesn’t answer with anything I can understand but keeps rubbing herself on me. I reach over and open my door. The cool air makes her naked skin pebble.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes are wild.
“Eating your cunt.” I lift her up and off me.
Her long hair cascades over her breasts making her look like a goddamn mermaid. With my jeans half off, I slide out of the van and she cocks her head in confusion. I pull them up but don’t button them.
“Sit.”
Slowly, she slides back into the driver’s seat, her hands going to the steering wheel. A small shiver runs through her—from excitement or cold, it doesn’t matter.
“Come here, baby. Let’s see if I can’t warm you up.” I take one of her hands and maneuver her so that she’s facing me, then look down at her waxed cunt. I don’t need to even say the words. She bites her bottom lip; her nostrils flare slightly as she spreads her legs open.
“So fucking good,” I praise her as I reach for the button to raise the seat then lean down and watch her head fall back as I start to lick her sweet nectar. Leisurely at first, I lick her swollen nub, circling it. But I’m greedy, so I reach for her ass and bring her closer. Sucking and tongue-fucking her, she’s right there, but I’m not ready to let her go over yet.
“Oh. My. God,” she whimpers. Her hands go straight to my hair as if that will make me do what she wants. “Please,” escapes from her lips. I love when she begs.
I lift my head. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, and I’ll think about letting you cum again.”
Her eyes bolt open. “Wait, what?”
I lean in to grab the back of her neck bringing her face inches from mine as she pants.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” I brush her lips with mine.
“I want to… what’s happening?” She digs her nails into my shoulders.
“Talk.” Her eyes look almost wild as she searches my face as if to see if I’m serious.
“I want to come, and I hate this game. Are you trying to punish me?” she hisses.
She’s right. I’m on edge and I’m taking it out on her. It’s not her fault her brother is a piece of shit, that I should have taken him out years ago.
I didn’t for her sake, and now he’s a fucking plague I’d prefer would never come back.
Even acknowledging all this… I’m not perfect. So, I say, “Tell me what I want to hear.”
Her eyes narrow and her nails dig even deeper.
“You own me, Blade.” She spits it out and throws back her head in rapture as I use my two fingers to fuck her and lean down to suck her clit hard until she convulses in my mouth. Before she can even recover, I open my jeans and my throbbing cock sinks into her warm, delicious honey. She’s so tight from orgasming that I almost jet off.
“Fuck, Angel.” In and out, I pound into her as our bodies slap together and her moans get louder, causing birds to fly away. I try to concentrate on the fleeing birds because, at this pace, I’m not going to last much longer.
I grab the back of her legs and slow down enough to admire my thick cock covered in her wet juices, sliding into her as if this is the only place in the world it belongs.
“I’m going to come again.” She reaches for the steering wheel and I quickly rub her swollen clit with my thumb, causing her legs to tighten and her pussy to clench onto my cock.
“Fuck, yeah.” I leave her clit and grab her breast, my balls tightening for my own release.
“Holy fuck.” My body jerks as I let myself unload. Remaining connected to her, I lean over to look at her flushed face.
“You okay?” I reach for her lips.
“Yes, are you okay?”
My mouth twitches because she’s right, I did go a little crazy on her. “Beyond okay. How can I not be? I have the love of my life all to myself for days.”
Before she can ask any more questions, I claim her lips, softly, almost like it’s our first kiss instead of our thousandth. I let time fade away so that I can just be with her. Our lips linger as our tongues taste and tempt each other with a game of hide-and-seek. As the kiss ends, she reaches up to trace my lips and cocks her head.
Eve knows all my shit. She’s so in tune with my moods that she knows when to pick her battles.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
This fierce badass, who has made me a different man, deserves all my love. Not only is she my mate, she is also my soul. I took a bullet for her and would take a thousand more if needed. Every day, I’m grateful for my wife, children, the Disciples. This is my life and I’ll do anything for them.
I pull back and zip my pants. It’s times like this that I need a cigarette.
Fuck it, I’m on vacation, sort of. I reach over Eve who’s busy looking in the mirror at my bite marks on her neck.
“Angel, hand me my phone.” I snap open the glove box, pushing aside my Glock to dig underneath all the paperwork on the van for my emergency pack of cigarettes.
She plops the visor up and reaches into the console for my phone, which starts vibrating the instant she picks it up.
“Thanks, baby.” I reach for it when she pulls it to her chest. My eyes narrow.
“You’d tell me if it was bad, right?” Her blue eyes are so sincere that I give her the only truth I know.
“It’s my job to protect you from everything.”
“What kind of answer is that?” She rolls her eyes and tosses the phone at me. “I’m going to clean up.” She shuts the door and I lose sight of her as she moves toward the back.
Ripping open the pack of cigarettes, I inhale the clean air before I fill my lungs with nicotine.
I flick the lighter and take that first drag in months. I fucking love cancer sticks, but I love Eve more and she hates my smoking. Now that I’ve fucked my mind clear, I look down at the numerous missed calls all from Axel. None from David.
Gripping the cigarette in my teeth, I push on the last incoming number.
“Bout fucking time.” Axel’s pissed-off voice makes me inhale and lean against the van as I take in the trees.
“Well?”
“He’s a fucking piece of work. Ryder identified him on the footage of the warehouse. He’s sloppy and stupid.”
“Did you kill him?” I blow the smoke into the air.
“No.”
“So, he got away again? I guess he’s not that stupid,” I reply dryly.
Fucking Benny. I’m going to have to deal with him. Which sucks because no matter what Eve says, she still has feelings for him. He’s her brother for fuck’s sake.
“You’re clear to come back,” Axel growls through the wire.
“I’ll be in touch.” I hang up without saying goodbye and take one last drag off my cigarette before I stub it out in the dirt.
The afternoon sun peeks its way through the trees. To be honest, this latest resurrection of my brother-in-law is not good. I needed for my boys to get to him, yet he still lives. I roll my neck. This is a prime example of why I never leave loose ends. Benny seems to think he has a get-out-of-jail-free card because I put a ring on his sister.
He’s wrong.
I open the van door to be greeted with my wife’s smell of coconut and steam. All thoughts of Benny vanish. His fate is for another day.
Reaching into the top cabinet, I bring out a bottle of Jack and crack the seal. She exits the van’s small bathroom wearing a short white robe, her hair piled on top of her head.
“How was the shower?”
“Fine.” She puts her hands on her hips.
I grin at her and take a big guzzle. “So, we have two choices.” I hand her the bottle. She looks at it and takes a small sip.
She puffs out her breath and I pull her into my arms. Her eyes water from the bite of the bourbon.
“What are they?”
She hands me back the bottle. I set it on the counter, and in an instant, my tongue goes to her neck.
“One. We fuck all day and camp,” I growl in her ear, sensing her shiver beside me.
“And two?”
“Two. We fuck all day, drive back to LAX, and fly to Hawaii. We’re fucking on the beach drinking margaritas by tomorrow afternoon.”
Her eyes bolt up to mine as she reaches for the bottle taking a second dainty sip.
“Hmmm, tough one.” She tilts her head like she’s trying to weigh her choices. I burst out laughing and kiss her so deep and hard her cheeks are flush again.
“Choose, Angel. One or two?” I’m already lifting her onto the tiny counter and opening her robe.
“Well… I do like camping…”
“Two it is after I fuck you in the woods. We aren’t leaving until that happens.”
“It’s freezing.” She wraps her legs around my waist so that I can’t get away even if I wanted to, which I never will.
“I love you, Jason,” she whispers as the robe slides from her creamy shoulders and pools around her waist.
I help her down and swing open the van door. “I love you more.” I take her hand and place it over my scar. She stares at me as her eyes fill with tears and her fingers trace my old bullet wound.
She sniffs and looks up at me. “That’s not possible.”
“No more talking.” I lift her off her feet and out into the descending light.
The End
About Cassandra
Amazon bestselling author, Cassandra Robbins threatened to write a romance novel for years. After a stint as an actress, she finally let the voices take over. She’s a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic driven to create obsessive, angst-filled characters who have to fight for their happily ever after. Cassandra resides in Los Angeles with her hot husband, two beautiful children, and fluffy Samoyed, Stanley. Her family and friends are her lifeline, but writing is her passion.
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A Very Avynwood Wedding
A Paranormals of Avynwood Short Story
Michelle Dare
Orion Raines and Ariane Sanderly request your presence on the day of their wedding. Dinner will follow with an open fae wine bar. Entertainment provided by the paranormals who can't seem to behave appropriately regardless of the situation.
1
Ariane
It’s my wedding day!
That’s right! Ariane Sanderly is officially becoming Ariane Raines. Well, I’ve been a Raines since Orion and I mated, but this solidifies it. I’ll have a wedding certificate with our names on it.
Don’t judge me. I might be a wolf shifter, but I embrace my human side. It keeps me grounded and puts things into perspective.
Okay, those are lies.
Who cares?
It’s my wedding day!
“I can’t believe you’re making me wear this,” my best friend, Paige, says. She’s not a wolf shifter like me. However, she is mated to one.
“I’m not making you wear anything. If I remember correctly, I told you to pick out your own dress and wear something that’s comfortable.”
“Comfortable?” she screeches. “I’m eight months pregnant with twins! There’s nothing out there that’s comfortable. Scratch that. One thing. Me... nude. Lying in bed while Wake brings me food and rubs my feet.”
“You can’t be in my wedding in the buff, P, so suck it up.” Not only is she my best friend, but her mate, Wake, is my mate’s cousin. It’s confusing, to say the least. I keep saying we need a book so anyone new who joins the pack has a family tree to reference, as well as a bio on each paranormal.
“Only for you, Ari. No one else would get me into a dress in this condition.”
“Your wedding to Wake is in a month. You’ll be in a tight dress then. At least this one is loose fitting.”
She waves me off. “Whatever. You’re lucky I love you.”
Leaning to my side, I bump her shoulder with mine. “Love you, too.”
We stand and look out the window of the house I share with my mate, Orion. This is my happy place. The one location where I feel the most at peace. And I’m using it to get ready for my wedding.
There’s a clearing in the woods on the Avynwood Pack property. I can’t see it from here, but I know it well. Down a dirt drive, there’s a narrow path through dense trees that opens to a large, circular clearing. It’s the place where I’ll say my vows to my mate. It’s also the place he first revealed to me he’s a wolf shifter. And the place where the last pack war took place. Lives were lost there. Although, I can’t forget how my new life began there as well.
“About ready, princess?” my other best friend, Ford, says after he appears behind me. Vampires have that power. They can teleport with a snap of their fingers. Fortunately for me, I have that power, as well as many others, thanks to Ford biting me and gifting his abilities.
“I am. Are you?” With my father deceased, I wanted someone to walk me down the aisle, but not just anyone. It had to be someone who cared for me deeply. Ford has proven that time and time again by laying his life on the line for mine. He would die for me and I’d do the same for him. We have a bond that can only be broken by death. Even then I wonder if we’d find ways to haunt the other.
He chuckles in my mind. “We absolutely would.” Another fantastic vampire power—telepathy.
Ford looks stunning in a tailored tuxedo. I tried to convince him to wear a bow tie, but he wasn’t having it. With the money amassed by Ford’s family, I have no doubt that tux was made in Italy with the most exquisite material.
Paige will stand beside me as my maid of honor and Ford next to her. On Orion’s side will be Wake and Aries, who is the pack alpha, as well as Wake’s father and Orion’s uncle.
When Orion—or Rion, for short—was a year old, his parents were murdered by a rival pack. Aries and his mate, Cassandra, brought him back to their pack to stay. They raised him and helped him become the male he is today. The male I’m grateful to call mine.
“You look stunning,” Ford says softly as he comes up to stand on my other side.
I’m not one to get dressed up and all girly. But this is my wedding day. I wanted to do something special. The dress I chose isn’t traditional. Far from it.
Black tulle makes up the top in a plunging neckline then flows from the waist in layers of more tulle. Over the tulle are gorgeous gold embroidered flowers. It’s light and airy and made by Oscar de la Renta. I feel every bit a princess in it, just like the nickname Ford gave to me when we met.
“I still can’t believe you chose a black dress,” Paige pipes up.
I shrug. “When have you known me to follow trends? I wanted something different. Something that spoke to me and this new life I’m living. After all, it was an ash moon overhead when Rion first shifted in front of me. What better way to bring that to our wedding than in a dress just as dark and just as beautiful as the moon was that night?”
Paige quickly blinks away the tears which form in her eyes. “Well, when you say it like that.” She sniffles. “Freaking pregnancy hormones.”
“Don’t worry, minx,” Ford says. “You’re still hot.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“What? Pregnancy suits you.”
“Pregnancy makes me murderous and emotional at the same time. I want to eat everything in sight then cry about it. What am I going to look like when these babies finally break free of my body? I’ll be a saggy mess.”
Ford walks over and puts his arm around Paige’s waist to bring her to his side. “You’re going to be just as beautiful as the first day I met you. As you are today. Your beauty comes from within, Paige. And your mate will love you even more when his children enter the world.”
“Ugh!” she groans. “Why is everyone making me cry today?”
Someone bangs on the door. “Are you making my mate cry in there?” Wake yells.
“I�
��m dressed,” I tell him. No need to shout. He has shifter hearing after all. We could hear a pin drop anywhere in the house. “You can come in.”
“I didn’t want to walk in on something I shouldn’t have,” he states when he enters the room. His eyes immediately land on Paige then bounce to me then Ford. “What did you say to her?” Accusation is clear in his tone as he takes Paige in his arms the best he can, given her pregnant belly.
“You do realize your female is pregnant, right?” Ford asks. Wake glares at him. “She’s going to cry over little things. You should know this by now!”
Wake’s eyes flash emerald, telling us his wolf has risen to the surface.
Ford parts his lips as he lets his fangs descend. “Care to rumble, bestie?” The two of them are best friends, but that doesn’t mean they don’t fight, especially when it comes to their mates. Ford is just as protective over Sienna as Wake is over Paige.
Sienna suddenly appears in the room. Her light blonde hair is pulled away from her face, accentuating her cheekbones. The maroon dress she’s wearing ends just past her knees and fits snugly to show off her petite, slender figure.
She scans the room. “I should have known better.” Turning to her mate she asks, “Why are you fighting with Wake? You know that only ends in trouble.”
“What kind of wedding would this be if there weren’t a fight?” Ford replies while straightening his jacket. “It’s a shifter wedding, full of other paranormals. Fighting is fun. It’s what we do.”
“No, it’s not what we do. You don’t see me brawling with Ari.”
Ford smiles wide. “Now there’s an idea. Would you pull her hair? Maybe hit her with a pillow? Oh, I know! She could tear your dress clean off your body. That would be so freaking hot.”
“For fate’s sake, Ford!” I yell. “You’re over a hundred years old and you’re behaving like a teenager.”
“It’s like you don’t even know me, princess.”
