Cash’s soft voice startled Wyatt. " Wy, I’m going to hang up now I know you have questions, but it’s going to have wait for another time. We have thirty seconds until our secure thirty minutes are up. Find the girl not only because she is in danger but because Bas needs her, she is family. The Team needs her, got me?" " Yeah, ten-four Second," Wyatt responded. " I have all your backs don’t ever forget it."
Chapter 10
Time to get to work he didn’t have the luxury to play around any longer. He had decided to use what God gave him and rely on his natural instincts for this endeavor. He was going to shift, find Peyton’s scent and follow it. That had been the plan all along only this time he wasn’t going to be so careful. Peyton was going to learn about Shifters in a big way and fast.
Bas was able to send him a blanket that Peyton had used recently. Wyatt hadn’t asked where or how he got it he was just happy it was here so this would all be a little easier. Wyatt hadn’t opened the plastic baggie since he received it. Wanting to preserve every possible nuance her scent would entail. He had gotten a small whiff of what he hoped was Peyton’s scent back at her house, it wasn’t enough. Warm sugar and vanilla he couldn’t resist the urge to lick his lips just thinking about it.
Ripping the bag open it didn’t disappoint warm sugar and vanilla was quickly becoming his favorite sent. Wyatt had never been a fan of sweets he was a meat and potatoes man through and through but Peyton’s natural scent inspired and aroused him. He was more than willing to develop a sweet tooth if he could just drink her in every day.
The slight scent he got in the driveway was nothing compared to this version it was somehow sweeter, warmer more delicious. In her driveway, he had embarrassed himself by sporting a half chubby like a fucking teenager until the sight of the big assed dog had diverted his attention from that smell and his cock. He was actually thankful for that because no way would Cathy have given him any information if he approached the woman with a raging hard-on. Now though he could pound nails once again, it wasn’t helping his demeanor any.
Damn, he hoped he didn’t embarrass himself when he finally got a whiff of her in person. He was afraid much like his constant state of arousal there wasn’t any hope for him at this point. Thinking of every gross and disgusting thing he could he finally got his dick under control. No way was he walking around in bear form fully aroused. Hell no.
Now relatively calm he was able to enjoy the anticipation and excitement that came from shifting. Rely on his natural instincts for the first time in quite some time was going to feel incredible. He was generally always behind a computer so being one with his bear in the wild on the hunt was a treat. He knew he needed to do this more often, it just felt right. Shifting calmed his bear and kept him level, the older Wyatt got, the more important that was, Shifters were generally good until about their fifties. Then the chances of going rogue increased exponentially.
He had been ignoring his instincts for way too long. Getting caught up in everything going on with his Team and offering his services to others Teams that needed him and his skill set. As a result, he was staying in his human form longer and longer. He knew better and someday he would pay if he kept the habit. His animal needed to be let free often, and if he ignored that need, one of these days he would just take over.
Before he shifted, he grabbed the toolkit that he had taken out of the car before his phone call with the Team. Placing the bag around his neck, he shifted. Thankfully he didn’t have to worry about carrying his clothes around. With willing shifts, the human form came back just as before the shift completely clothed. The only exception were items not directly touching the skin. They would appear on the outside of the bear like his tool kit. Most Shifters took shoes, belts, watches or any jewelry off before shifting. Sometimes it was a crap shoot of where those items would show up. He doubted a human would ignore a bear wandering around out in the wood with combat boots. That might cause some unwanted attention not that a bear carrying a pouch around his neck wouldn’t, but he felt relatively safe at the moment.
His shift took seconds one-minute man the next beast. The magic that coursed through his veins felt good, exhilarating. His beast didn’t need to be coaxed or coerced instantly taking in Peyton’s scent from the blanket. Rubbing his face and head against the fabric breathing deep and covering his fur with as much of the scent as possible. Wyatt knew he was memorizing the scent but what surprised him was how gentle he was being. Typically, his beast would have destroyed the blanket not this time he treated the cloth with care. Only adding to Wyatt’s confusion in regards to Peyton. He knew she was special to him that feeling had been building for a while. Apparently, she was just as special to the beast.
He was pretty sure he would be able to find her anywhere. He knew from their previous exchanges that she was on the playful side maybe she would be opposed to a little game of hide and seek when all this shit died down. The game would serve two purposes his bear would love it, and Wyatt wouldn’t mind getting Peyton alone out in the woods just to see what would happen. He had plenty of ideas about what he would like to happen. Damn, he hoped she didn’t turn out to be a repressed shrew or something that might just kill him.
He took off like a shot stopping every once in a while, to determine the next direction to move. Typical bears in the wild could travel at speeds of up to 30 miles per hour. Shifters while in shifted form could run fast almost double that of a typical bear. It didn’t take his beast long to track and determine right where Peyton had gone. The problem was once he got there he wasn't really sure what he had found.
The forest looked untouched, and to the untrained eye, it wouldn’t appear any different than any other portion of the woods. Wyatt was anything but untrained. He spent years in the military tracking. He was able to determine pretty quickly that Peyton was underground. Possibly survival shelter or maybe an underground bunker walking around he was able to pick up several traps and trip wires. From there he was able to get a good idea of her perimeter. Finding the entrance was another thing it was remarkably well hidden, but her scent was stronger in one area, and that was where Wyatt was going to focus his efforts.
He noticed her surveillance cameras instantly. He kind of hoped she was watching him right now wondering what he was doing and why a bear would wander into her territory. He liked the idea of her eyes on him the only thing better would be his eyes on her. The anticipation was only building. Soon very soon they would be face to face, no more messages, emails or texts, this time their communication would be face to face and he couldn’t wait.
He had decided once he found the entrance he wasn’t going to try and deceive her, she was coming back to Alpha’s base and needed to know what she was in for. He almost regretted he wouldn’t be able to see her reaction to his shift. Peyton was about to learn that Shifter’s existed. He had a moment of conscious thinking maybe Bas should be the one to introduce her to their world but quickly dismissed it. Peyton needed to learn from him.
Chapter 11
Getting up from her computer Peyton walked to the kitchen in her safe house to get a much-needed drink. The safe house was kind of a free word for the survival bunker she bought under an assumed name 5 years ago. The bunker was big, underground and was situated on over 150 acres of land. Fitting the needs, she felt she might need some day.
Originally built in the 1950s and then abandoned by the military, the place was perfect. Peyton had spent the last five years making sure. A church group which was more of a cult than anything else was the previous owner, and they upgraded some of the resources she added to that making the place more homey and comfortable. She also added the food stores and updates to all the security and computer systems. Even adding all new systems when they came on the market or she developed one that suited her needs. The church group fell onto hard times from the aftermath of an underage sex scandal that had been exposed with a little help from Peyton, and now it was all hers or Lily Andover’s it just depended on how and who looked at it.
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br /> Peyton didn’t feel a bit sorry about that either. Her goal had never been about the bunker it was just a perk she couldn’t resist. She had gotten wind of what was going on in the Church or cult and did some digging. What she found sickened her, the “Church” which really amounted to a bunch of men who wanted a place that they could do as they pleased and formed the Church of the Devine and Enlighten.
There wasn’t anything divine or enlighten about the group. They preached servitude and obedience. There wasn’t a defined leader of the group the founders were called Alderman, and they dictated to the flock. Mainly doing do whatever they please to the parishioners, man, woman or child it didn’t matter to them. Their abuse consisted of everything from verbal, physical to sexual.
Once she had the proof needed she put into motion the steps to shut them down entirely. She started sending the information to the local officials. When that didn’t result in anything, she started looking into them. She found out that the Sheriff had close ties to the “Church.” She had hoped the FBI would be a better fit turns out corruption runs deep everywhere. Peyton ultimately had to force their hands by turning the information over to the news networks. It was a bittersweet win for Peyton, the leaders not being charged for a number of crimes she knew they committed. At least the parishioners were safe that was something.
During her research of the group, Peyton discovered the land and the survival bunker. With the legal battle, the leaders of the so-called Church were facing it was easy to put in a bid and buy the land at rock bottom prices. The Church disseminated quickly after the arrests. With all the top members of the cult being behind bars she didn’t have to worry about unwanted visitors and even if some wayward cultist came her way the perimeter monitors and alarms were alive and well.
Thankfully the cult was small only just getting started in their wicked ways. The damage was done hopefully not as deep as some then again abuse was abuse in any form. It pissed her off that the offenders never really got their due. Peyton would make sure that happen if and when they every got out of jail. Those people deserved some justice
She really never thought she would be in the bunker by herself. She missed her dogs. She missed her house, and she missed her daily routine but most of all she hated that she had avoided talking to Bastian for the last few weeks. She knew he would catch on that something was wrong if she talked to him. She couldn’t lie worth a damn, so she decided avoidance was crucial to keeping all this under the proverbial rug until she was ready. Until she could give him something concrete. All in all, Peyton was miserable.
The last few days she had done nothing but work on the computer. She hadn’t stopped to sleep, eat or shower having decided all those things could wait until she had the answers she needed. She wanted to call Cathy and check up on things but knew it was a bad idea. She had no idea how connected the men from Davis Defense to were or if they had surveillance on her house. She wasn’t willing to take the risk.
Peyton was just so damn tired. Rubbing her temples, she decided to take a little break. She didn’t have any energy left, so she just slumped to the floor of the kitchen and rested her head back against the cabinets. With the cold drink in her hand she couldn’t resist rubbing the cool glass across her forehead with her eyes closed, she thought it felt blissfully wonderful. Damn, she wasn’t going to be able to keep any of this up much longer. Her thoughts and actions were all over the place she just needed a moment of peace. Deciding to do some deep breathing exercises to relieve the tension, Peyton got much more than she bargained for as the waves of sleep took control and she lost consciousness.
Wyatt was leaning over her placing small nipping kisses on her neck and shoulders. You can’t hide this time baby you know I will always find you, there isn’t any place you can run. We are a part of each other separate halves to one whole. Why would you even want to try to hide from me? Don’t I make you happy? Bringing his supple lips to hers, Wyatt thrust this tongue between her slightly parted lips. This wasn’t a simple kiss it was intense and bold nothing short of possession. Heat, lust desire and want everything rolled into one meeting of their lips, mouths, tongues and teeth.
Peyton reciprocated plunging her tongue deeper, stronger trying to pull him closer. She needed him closer she needed to feel his heat and his want, but Wyatt was having none of it. She should know better he would never relinquish his control, but she couldn’t help herself the craving was just too much. Peyton poured every bit of the frustration into the need filled erotic kiss.
When his hand brushed first her bare back and then travel upwards, Peyton knew what was coming she had pushed him too far. When his fingers fisted her hair, and he pulled her head back breaking the kiss she wanted to cry out in need.
"Tell me what you need from me tonight Peyton. What is it that you crave so deeply you are willing to disobey our rules?" Brushing his hand down first her cheek and then onto her neck Peyton couldn’t hold back the moan. His touch was like fire igniting every never ending and spreading throughout her body. The grip he had on her hair tighten, and she cried out. " Wyatt, please." Desperation dripping from her words.
"Please what baby, touch you?"
"Yes, that please." "Her moans of pleasure in concert with his touches. "I am touching you Peyton does you not feel my hand in your hair, or maybe you want my touch somewhere specific? It that it baby do you have a destination in mind for my touch. Or maybe you want my touch to be harder." More of a statement than a question he said while gripping her hair more firmly. Peyton could not answer, she was having a hard time catching her breath. The only thing she could say is please over and over again.
"Tell me, Peyton, say what you want. It’s an easy question all you have to do is open your mouth and say the words. I promise I will grant you anything."
Wyatt had removed his hand from her hair, and Peyton was bereft with the loss. " Please, Wyatt please I need you."
"Come on baby all you have to do is ask, say the words."
Peyton couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t just say what she wanted. Wyatt should know he should just do it she shouldn’t have to ask. Her heart was beating so hard it thundered in her chest. She could feel the moisture running down her inner thighs and the sweat that had formed on her lower back.
Wyatt moved his hands down her arms and then onto her waist. When he moved them up to her heavy breast, Peyton wanted to cry. Tears sprung her to eye her frustration was so high she didn’t know if she could stand another minute of this play. " Please?!"
When he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, the sensation shot straight to her clit. "Please what baby, just say it tell me what you want." Oh, God Peyton couldn’t take much more, she needed Wyatt more than anything to relieve this constant ache.
"Please Wyatt, please take me now."
"Take you where baby?" Wyatt started kissing her neck, licking, biting sucking pulls. Peyton craved those lips on her breast, her body and most of all her clit. His hands kept moving kept teasing kept igniting her need. Her body was on the verge of exploding, she tried to clinch her thigh together enough to create the friction she needed, but Wyatt stopped her cupping her most sensitive of areas. " Not yet, baby, I need the words. Once you give them, I promise to give you all the pleasure you can handle."
Wyatt moved his mouth over her breast lapping lightly at her extended nipple. He then pulled back releasing a rush of air directly on her neglected nub. Peyton tensed she knew he was going to stop and ask again. The words he wanted flew from her mouth." Wyatt, please touch me, lick me, do anything to me to relieve this ache. God I can’t take it I need you, I need your cock please just fuck me!"
Wyatt came away from her breast and looked her straight in the eye, "all you had to do was ask, and then he kissed her with more need and ferocity then Peyton had every felt before. He positioned his lower body between her legs, and the feel of his flaming hard cock against her thigh was nearly her undoing. Bracing his arm beside her head, he used the other to taught and torture her br
east and nipple. Never once stopping the mind-blowing kiss. When he moved that hand lower Peyton waited on baited breath she knew in a few quick seconds, she was going to get what she really needed. Wyatt hard and hot inside her merging them as one.
His finger glanced over her clit and Peyton could feel the flutters of her orgasm starting. When he placed the head of his enormous cock at her entrance, Peyton knew the next sensation she would feel would be the slight sting of his penetration would be next. When he started to push, her anticipation grew tenfold. She heard ringing in her ears, and it seemed to only get louder, more insistent.
What the hell, Peyton sat on the kitchen floor drenched in sweat her body strung tight and craving release but looking around it took her a couple of minutes to figure out what was going one. God, damn it, that sound, that stupid fucking sound, the one that killed probably one of the best sex dreams of her life was the perimeter alarm. Shit. Jumping up from the floor she knocked the glass over that she had been drinking out of before her little sleep session and ran to her computer hoping it was only a wild animal. She thought she had covered her tracks well enough to stay under Judy’s radar, but the fear was still there. Damn the fear would always be there. If her mother went to these lengths to find her she wouldn’t need any more proof, she would have to call Bastian.
Kind of relieved and more than a little frustrated Peyton considered just laying her head down so she could continue with her dream. She needed to get rid of some of this tension. It was just starting to get to the good stuff. But what she saw blew her mind, in shocking disbelief Peyton watched the screen as a big ass bear came wandering into her view. She didn’t even really know what kind of bear it was. It was larger than the black bears that roam around her home. He was more brown with a silvery tint. She couldn’t really remember much about grizzlies, but that was what he had to be nothing else really fit.
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