by T. L. Reeve
She shuddered and let loose with a sob of pleasure as she went to her tiptoes. Mackenzie manipulated her clit while his broad fingers delved deep into her pussy, adding to the riotous sensations pinging through her. He groaned her name, and it sent another thrill through her. Her clit throbbed, and her body tensed.
“Oh, God...” She dug her nails into the nape of his neck the moment she came.
Even though she was still coming, Mackenzie pulled his fingers from her, leaving her empty, aching, and unfulfilled. “Fuck yeah, that’s a pretty sight.” Mackenzie turned her around, hands on her hips and picked her up. “Wrap your legs around me.” He braced them and groaned when his dick pushed through the soaked folds. Aurora’s distended clit rubbed across the glans of his erection, and she cried out.
Like earlier in the shower, he pressed her to the rock wall behind them and held her there while he worked his dick deep inside her. He was longer now. Harder. Thicker. She cried out, shuddering in his arms when he finally filled her. In a way, she’d been grateful they decided not to wait. She had a feeling, if they had, she’d have never allowed him to claim her then and there.
Mackenzie widened his stance, opening her up as well. When she glanced down, she realized he was all the way inside her. He gave a few small thrusts, rubbing her clit over his groin each time he flexed his hips. She gasped at the spark of pleasure accompanying each movement. It was illicit, dirty, and she loved it. Especially, when he started making those animalistic noises. They were filled with pain and excitement. Of needing to orgasm. Of desperation. Aurora gave a tentative roll of her hips and cried out, cinching around him as he stroked her insides.
“Mother fucker,” he growled. “You’re so goddamn tight around me, I’m barely holding on.”
Aurora leaned forward and captured his full bottom lip between her teeth before he took over and kissed her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was all teeth and tongue. Aurora didn’t resist when Mackenzie’s forced his tongue between her lips, mimicking the actions of his dick in her pussy.
“Hold on.” He grabbed her hips then guided her over him, bouncing her pussy up and down his length until Aurora screamed.
It was all too much. She couldn’t contain the knot of pleasure and anticipation building within. Her tits swayed in rhythm with each sharp slap of his balls across her ass. The heady musky scent of sex merged with the smells of the meadow and the clear, cold night. It was all very hedonistic. Bare-assed naked in the woods, fucking their brains out. Mackenzie increased his pace, and the tingle of awareness raced down her spine. If she thought he’d let up, she’d been mistaken. It was as if he knew she was so close to climaxing, he’d push her headlong through it then pound her pussy more.
“Ride my dick, star. I want your cream dripping down my cock,” he grunted.
Her climax was fast approaching, building and getting stronger with each thrust. It was going to be epic, and the intensity of it scared the hell out of her. “Mac...” She slammed her eyes closed, trying to relax and allow the impending orgasm to take over.
“I’ve got you, Aurora. Let it happen. Trust me.”
She cried out again, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life as she finally let go. The minute she did, she saw stars. Her breath left her in a whoosh, her body tensed, and her toes curled to the point she caused them to cramp up, but she didn’t care, because having him lodged deep inside her felt so damn good. Her hips jerked, taking every bit of pleasure Mackenzie gave her.
“Hell, yeah.” He repositioned his hands, spreading her ass cheeks, while he continued to fuck her in deep, hard thrusts. Then she felt it, the tip of his finger at her rear, testing her. She peered up at him, the heady, drunken lust still pouring through her veins as he breeched her rear.
She gave a startled gasp, and his snarl of approval turned her on once more. Aurora wondered, not for the first time, how she’d survive a whole night of this, considering she rode the edge of her sanity and of orgasming again, even though she’d found her release moments ago.
It wasn’t until her back touched what felt like a soft bed of leaves and young branches that she blinked up at Mackenzie as he continued to rut into her. Even though everything was a blur, Aurora was able to focus on his face. Mackenzie’s pupils were blown, more black than blue, and his entire body was drenched in sweat. His black, wavy hair was pressed to his head and steam rose from his hulking body. She also saw a glimpse of his wolf staring back at her.
She arched her back as Mackenzie hit just the right spot, and she was coming again. Later she could be embarrassed by the way her body responded to the man who fucked her in such a debauched way.
Mackenzie grunted in approval. “My pussy.” He eased her legs over his arms, by his elbows and glanced down. When she followed his gaze, her eyes widened. He’d been focused on where they were connected. The longer she stared the more of her cream she saw on his dick and the harder, more engorged it became. The rapt awe of his features, when she looked back up at him, did something to her she couldn’t explain, other than it amazed her and did delicious things to her body.
“Mac…give it to me,” she begged. “I want it. I want your knot. I want your cum. Please!”
“Mine! All mine!” He threw back his head and howled at the moon.
He curled her body forward, taking on a position used by his wolf counterpart and hunched over her. His strokes were deep and short, hitting her sweet spot so much, she thought she’d go insane before he locked inside her. He ran his tongue over the area where he’d mark her. He growled and grunted with each thrust until the sounds became pained, as though he’d been holding back, trying to get her off one more time.
“Let it happen,” Mackenzie murmured. “I’ve got you.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered.
“I can’t stop myself. It’s happening.” His lip curled. “Do you want me to tell you how it feels?”
She let out a shuddered breath. “Yes. Tell me.”
Mackenzie moaned. “My nuts are so hard. The knot is expanding inside your pretty little cunt.” His pace faltered as he fit his hand between them and began working her clit. “That’s it, star. Milk my dick.” He sighed as he shoved deep. “Coming.” The knot fully expanded inside her, and she felt the first pulse of his release.
She jerked in his arms, tugging on the still-forming knot, and her eyes shot open. “Holy shit. Why does it feel different now?”
“Full moon.” He groaned, giving lazy thrusts. “Such a pretty a little pussy stretched around my big cock. It’s going to be even prettier filled with my cum.” He pressed down on her clit, and she tensed before throbbing around him.
His head fell back on his shoulders as he moaned. The sight was beyond compare. He grabbed her hips and kept her movements to a minimum, even though both of them were still trembling through their releases. She whimpered his name and gave a small tug of the knot.
Mackenzie groaned with pleasure. “That’s it, star. Just like that, keep getting me off inside your sweet little pussy.” His thrusts were different now, shorter and shallow thanks to the engaged knot. It felt so good, her pussy flexed and fluttered around him again. “Fuck! Do that again, star.”
She did, or her body did it automatically, and he grunted, snapping his hips, sinking in deeper. The pressure she felt earlier came back, but it was different, and she breathed through it, telling her brain to shut the hell up. “Holy crap, Mac...”
“Fuck, yeah. I’m going to cum again,” he said, before releasing her legs and placing his forearms on the ground on either side of her head.
Aurora shivered when his teeth scored her skin seconds before she felt him bite her at the same time the knot expanded more. The warm rush of his release flooded her, leaving her breathless. Her pussy pulsed around him, milking his seed from his cock. He let go of her skin and lapped the bite, marking her as his.
The thought sent a bolt of love and contentment through her. His, she was finally Mackenzie’s m
ate. She gave a satisfied sigh and closed her eyes. Of all the women in Window Rock he could have had, he chose her, and she swore she’d never let him down, because he deserved to be happy and loved.
“Aurora?” Mackenzie whispered her name bringing her from her thoughts. “You okay?”
She was warm, satisfied, and at peace for the first time in her entire life. Her body felt no pain, some soreness, sure, but she kind of expected it since Mackenzie was well endowed, and he’d knotted her earlier in the day, only this time, she didn’t think they’d be going anywhere for a while.
“Aurora?”
“Hmm?” She stretched, causing her pussy to tug on the knot, and she felt another blast of his release.
“Fuck me,” he snapped. “You keep that shit up, and you’ll be overfilled with cum.”
She giggled, tugging on him again. He arched and growled at the full moon while grinding against her, setting off a mini-orgasm.
“Sorry,” she said.
“Don’t you dare apologize. It’s the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever experienced,” he admitted.
She smiled up at him. “How long will we remain locked together, this time?” In the bathroom, they’d been connected for fifteen minutes. She’d been surprised when he pulled from her and a rush of his release followed. This time however, it was different.
Mackenzie shifted his weight onto one hand and used the other to rub at his forehead. “Not sure.” He looked down at her, and Aurora’s breath caught in her chest. His blue eyes swirled with lust and an emotion she could only wish for—love. “We’re pretty tied up. I need to situate us, so we’re comfortable, because I don’t think we’re going anywhere for a while yet. I wish the fuckin’ thing would just go down already.”
Her heart sank, but she kept her tone light. “Why? Are you ready to get rid of me already?”
“Fuck no. I want to fuck you again. But first, I want to pull my cock out of you and watch my cum trickle out of you.”
Aurora rolled her eyes at him. “Pervert.”
He chuckled then groaned. “Note to self, I can’t laugh, either; it’s the same effect as if you were to move. Don’t know how it’s even possible. My goddamn balls should be dry by now.” Then, he grew serious. “Did I hurt you?”
Aurora shook her head. “No. Not at all. A little full, sure. A little overwhelmed by all of this, but I feel good.” She didn’t act coy, nor did she play games. It just wasn’t in her DNA, so she laid it out there for him. Whether or not he felt the same, had been up to him. “I love you, Mac.”
“I don’t deserve your love, but I’m greedy and selfish, and I’m going to take all of it and cherish every single day I’m blessed to have you in my life.” She saw it then, the love reflected in his eyes, the emotion she could pinpoint from earlier, shone brightly, twinkling to life in his gaze.
“I get to hold your brilliance, your love, in my arms from this day until we take our last breath on this Earth. I’ve lived most of my adult life shrouded in darkness, drowning on bullshit until you came along. You’re my star. Illuminating the darkness with your love for me. I’m so blessed to have you in my life. I love you, too, Aurora,” he added.
Chapter Thirteen
The town had been a flurry of activity since Thanksgiving. Charisma’s father, Jefferson, came out to the whole world as being a mate while simultaneously announcing his retirement in the next breath. His replacement, Emersyn Lake was already in D.C., continuing Jefferson’s work. The first thing on her plate had been the removal of two senators who’d been trying to blackmail the man. Mackenzie had been so caught up in Aurora and trying to put Holly away forever, he hadn’t realized Jefferson was struggling as well.
When the two senators were censured and removed from office, they were going to be tried in a district court in Washington D.C., for not only their participation in the auction, but for also trying to blackmail Jefferson. Mackenzie knew the man didn’t want to leave Window Rock, but with the upcoming trials, the good senator would be forced to testify. Until then, though, Mackenzie was glad Jefferson was calling Window Rock home. At least now, the man could be with his daughters and grandchildren, where he’d belonged the whole time.
Thanksgiving also brought about another turn of events for them, Hayden had been hiding a secret. Something, if Danielle hadn’t worked her magic, none of them would have known about. The gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on him even though he’d watched the scene unfold from the peripheral. Had Hayden been human, the little copper IUD Danielle finally found would have led to sepsis, and death. Bad enough, the little instrument of torture perforated Hayden’s uterus and, due to her natural healing ability, was imbedded in the organ. It’d taken Danielle several hours to remove the blocker then repair the damage done to their niece.
It would be a long road to recovery for his niece, but if anyone could do it, it was Hayden. The girl had been to the depths of hell, ruled over the minions, and tamed the devil. This was just another steppingstone to becoming healthy and finally doing the one thing she desperately wanted, have a pup of her own—not that she didn’t love the hell out of the little girl she’d adopted, Emmeline, and their adopted son, Asher, she did, but biologically, it was different. He understood her, as did the others.
Which was why he was in the courthouse, on a Tuesday morning, waiting for the District Attorney to open the door. When Charles did, Mackenzie stepped into the D.A.’s office along with Kalkin, Logan, and Royce. Kalkin had made the call the minute they figured out what was wrong with Hayden. But, they’d all figured out while standing there in Kalkin’s living room, enjoying the moment, they had to have more information. The item was all nice and dandy, however, without knowing where it came from, it wouldn’t mean a hill of beans during the trial.
Even while they ate apple cake and shot the shit with one another, they were also working. At one point, Adrian stepped away from the table, and when he returned, he’d traced the IUD back to a lab in the Midwest. Coincidentally, the same lab where Hayden had been found after Henry Worthington kidnapped her the first time, when she was five. It’d also been the same place Jase had been held and was finally destroyed by Danielle and Keeley after being tortured by Hazel and Simon. It appeared, to him at least, the Geithner family had an affinity for the place.
“Charles.” Kalkin held out his hand. “I appreciate you meeting all of us on such short notice.”
“Good morning gentlemen,” D.A. Franks said, taking Kalkin’s hand in greeting. “Before we start, I have to warn you, this might not be admissible. As soon as I received your phone call, I set up a meeting with opposing counsel and the judge to go over this newfound evidence.”
Mackenzie liked how straightforward Charles was. He didn’t blow smoke up anyone’s ass. He wanted facts. Evidence. He was all about procedure. They all took a seat while Kalkin pulled the little torture device from a small paper evidence bag. Charles and Kalkin both signed the evidence tape before Kalkin broke the seal and pulled the device from the bag. The degraded object turned Mackenzie’s stomach as he stared at it. That thing had caused his niece nothing but heartache.
“This is a PBH special, it would appear,” Kalkin said. “The etched bar code and sequence registry comes from a now defunct, or more accurately, destroyed lab in the Midwest. The same lab that held my mate, her sister, Hayden at one point, and my brother.”
“I can attest to this,” Logan said, stepping forward. “I was the one who rescued Hayden.”
Charles sat back in his chair. “And you got this how?”
“Danielle removed it from Hayden after an examination. She had significant damage done to her. If need be, Danielle will testify.” Royce handed Charles the report Danielle had written.
“Shit.”
Hayden slammed into the office. She had a file in her hand and a determined look on her face. “There’s more!” She gave the folder to Charles. “Sorry I’m late. I know you told me to rest, but I received the results from the necropsy and DNA tes
ts performed on Nicole Bloom and the deceased baby shifters.”
“What does it say?” Kalkin asked.
“Nicole and Emmitt were the biological parents to the three pups in the grave with Nicole. However, from everything I have gathered at the site and the remaining documentation at the warehouse in New Mexico, Nicole didn’t carry them. A surrogate did. I believe as much as Emmitt was tortured, so was Nicole. She, however, was in a trance or maybe drugged, so she wouldn’t remember the harvesting of her eggs? I don’t know for sure, though.”
“What can you prove?” Charles hedged. “We can’t go in there accusing PBH or your aunt of something we don’t have evidence to support.”
“I have the DNA. I have their bodies. We know there was a pattern of Hazel and other members of PBH having abilities. We know Henry experimented on Emmitt and how they experimented on him. We also know what they did to my father. There’s enough circumstantial evidence to put two and two together.”
“Do we need to have all the proof?” Kalin scrubbed his chin. “Couldn’t you play if off as having more to get her to tell on herself?”
Charles stared at Kalkin. “You’re putting me in a bind. If I can’t get her to confess, she’ll walk on appeal. Hell, she might walk out of court a free woman due to the case being dismissed. Then what?”
“You trip her,” Mackenzie said. Holly always believed she was too smart for all of them. Even when he realized the truth about her, she still flaunted herself around town. She’d fall for the trap, he knew it.
“Put me back on the stand and redirect,” Hayden said, her tone hard and resolute. “You’re going to have to when you get the psychology report, even though it’s bogus. Do it then.”
“I need to get to this evidence meeting with the judge. Court starts either way at nine in the morning. Be there and be ready to testify. Even if I don’t call, don’t think it’s a bad sign.”
Mackenzie walked out of the District Attorney’s office when their meeting was over. There’d been no telling which way this new bit of information would play out. The judge could tell them it was too late. Or, in the grand scheme of things, it might not matter either way, but they—he—hoped it would work. It’d make the case against Holly and PBH stronger.
