All's Fur in Love and War: A Wolf Shifter Romance (Arcane Affairs Agency)

by Clara Cody

  “Wait, wait!” Sarah chirped.

  “Definitely done here.”

  They were outside when he finally released her elbow. “Jesus, remind me to play the bad cop from now on.”

  “Oh, my God! That was exhilarating! I was so mean!”

  Dane laughed. “Yeah, you were. You did all right, though.”

  They climbed into the car and pulled out. She practically buzzed in the seat. Her hands, her legs, every muscle in her body itched for more. For something to do. She didn’t know what had come over her, but she was positively reeling. Confidence and energy just coursed through her veins. God, she hadn’t felt this good in ages. Hell, she didn’t think she’d ever felt this good! “We should go see the mayor next! He seems like someone who could use a little bad-bitching!”

  “Slow down, cowgirl.” His forearm flexed as he turned the wheel. She couldn’t help but admire his arms, his hands. Damn, he was sexy as hell. His jeans rode low on his hips, letting the elastic of his boxers peak out. “It’s been a long day, and we’ve barely eaten anything. Even without my abilities, I’m still a wolf, and I’m going to need some serious grub.”

  The last thing she wanted was food. A narrow dirt road was coming up on the left. She bit her lip. “Turn there.”

  He did but raised an eyebrow. “Because?”

  They drove a minute until they were away from the larger road. There were no cars around, trees lined the shoulder. They were hidden. “Pull over.”

  “What’s going on? What are we doing out here?”

  “Maybe I’m not finished being the bad cop,” she said, taking his face in her hands. Their lips crashed together. His stubble scratched roughly, but she loved it.

  His mouth opened under hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. He buried his hands in her hair, his kisses growing rougher. “Sarah.”

  She moaned, her hand slipping down from his face. Her fingers grazed his hard chest and crept down between his legs. She inhaled sharply at the sheer size of his rock hard member.

  He groaned as she opened his jeans, releasing him. Her mouth went dry as she pulled his enormous cock from his pants. His silky head glistened. She’d never done this before, not in a car, not like this. The idea excited her though. Just the thought of wrapping her lips around his cock made her throb.

  She licked her lips, bending her head down. Her hand barely fit around his massive shaft as she took him in her mouth. He sucked a breath in through his teeth, his fingers touching the back of her head. She reached back, taking out her ponytail, letting him burying his fingers in her hair.

  She pulled up, sucking him hard, dragging her tongue along every hard ridge. He tensed with deep groan as she stretched her lips, taking even more of him.

  “Yes. Jesus, yes!”

  It was so deliciously erotic, so lustful, taking him right there in the car when anyone could drive by at any moment. She loved it, though.

  “Oh, God, Sarah,” he cried. “I’m gonna come.” His whole body went rigid as streams of hot, sweet come spurted into her mouth. Only when he relaxed again did she stop, swallowing down his seed.

  “Mmmm, I like being the bad cop,” she said, reclining against her seat.

  “Yeah? Well, now it’s my turn.” He opened his door, doing up his jeans.

  “What?”

  He walked around the car to her side and rapt on the window with his knuckle. “Step out of the car, ma’am.” His voice was deeper than usual, stern.

  She laughed, rolling down the window. “Is there a problem, officer?”

  He looked at her, a deep, serious looking furrow in his brow. “I said step out of the car.”

  Her pulse quickened under his stern gaze. She swallowed hard, slipping from the car. “Yes, sir.”

  He walked closely behind her, breathing on the back of her neck as she moved around to the front of the car. “Put your hands on the hood.”

  The highway stretched far in front and behind them, but still. Being out here was different than inside the car where they were partially hidden. “Dane, anyone could—”

  “I said hands on the hood.” His voice brooked no argument.

  She felt flushed, excited and scared at the same time as she bent over, putting her hands on the hood. He nudged her feet apart, hands firm on her hips.

  “I have to search you,” he said.

  His hands moved up her hips to her breasts. He squeezed, tearing her shirt open. She gasped but he quickly shushed her. She bit it back, letting his hands roam under her bra. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his rough fingers. A soft, needy moan escaped her throat. God, she wanted him, wanted him to take her right there.

  But he didn’t. Not yet. His hands moved down, over her stomach and around to her hips. He reached down, lifting the hem of her skirt. “Let’s see what you’re hiding here.”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “Touch me.”

  His hands gripped her thighs. “Say please.”

  The word barely made it out her lips. “Please!”

  He reached down, his finger pulling her damp panties aside. His finger lightly grazed her tight, throbbing bud, making her gasp and desperate for more. His finger slid between her slick lips, gently at first, then applying more pressure.

  Her fingers pressed into the hot metal of the hood as he fingered her, driving her hard and fast toward climax. “Yes,” she cried, begging for release. “Yes, yes!” She came hard, her orgasm coming in wave after wave. When she’d finally finished, she turned, falling against the hood.

  “Come on,” he said, pulling her to her feet. “We got to get back to the hotel.”

  She shook her head, coming out of her daze. “Why? What happened?”

  He grinned, climbing into the car. “’Cause I have about a hundred different things that I want to do to you, and I want to be able to take my time.”

  She wasn’t going to argue with that.

  “Holy shit,” she said, collapsing on the bed after Round 2. “Why haven’t I had sex with more shifters?”

  He laughed. “Trust me, I’ve had sex with plenty of shifters. That has nothing to do with it.”

  “So then what is it?”

  “It’s you, Sarah. Me and you.” He stroked a bit of hair from her forehead. “You’re beautiful, and sexy as hell.”

  She felt her cheeks blush. Funny that after everything they’d just done, it was a simple compliment that made her redden. God, she was falling for him. Hard. And she didn’t even want to fight it anymore.

  Chapter 13

  Dane woke up in the morning feeling better than he had in years. His muscles no longer buzzed with twitchy, nervous, frustrated energy. He checked his watch, blinking in the warm morning sun. It was still early, 7 o'clock. Sarah lay beside him, curled up underneath the covers. He turned over putting an arm around her cradling her body against his. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her sweet, delicious scent.

  Sarah stirred, turning her face towards his. For a split second, he panicked, wondering if she would regret what happened the night before. But then a sweet, sleepy smile spread across her face and his worry melted away.

  "Good morning," she said, stretching her leg over his hip.

  He traced a finger along her jaw line, down her neck and hooked it under the sheets, lifting enough just to get a peek underneath. "Good morning, indeed."

  She laughed, slapping his hand. "Didn't you get enough of that last night?"

  "Never." He nipped at her neck. "Actually, I'd love to go for round… what is it four, now? But I'm starving."

  She looked at the floor, where they'd left a dozen crumpled hamburger wrappers and a few empty milkshakes. They'd made the food run last night somewhere between rounds two and three. "Most of those are yours, you know? How can you be hungry?"

  "That's a problem with being a shifter. We always want more, and we’re never satisfied."

  She slipped from the bed and made her way towards the bathroom. "Yeah, I'm starting to figure that it." He laid back, admiring her
body as she made her way across the room.

  He felt himself stiffen. It was amazing, just the sight of her round, perky ass got him hard as a rock. No one had ever affected him the way she did.

  "I'll be ready in fifteen minutes."

  "The hell you will." And he leaped from the bed. “Breakfast can wait. Round four, it is.”

  "Do you have an appointment with the Mayor?" asked the mousey secretary with stringy blond hair. There was something familiar about her that Dane couldn’t quite put his finger on. She’d barely looked up at them, paying much more attention to her keyboard. She wore thick, mud-colored glasses and loose-fitting clothes that looked more like curtains than anything else.

  "No," answered Sarah. "But I'm sure he'll see us anyway." She flashed the fake FBI badge that they used whenever they were talking to humans. The woman looked up, but only as far as the badge, she'd barely met either their eyes. "Very well. I'll see if I can make a little room for you."

  "You're not going to be the bad cop again, are you?" he asked once the woman had disappeared down the hallway.

  She giggled. God, he loved the sound of her laugh. "Let's just play it by ear, shall we?"

  The woman came back a few minutes later, half of her face hidden behind her blond hair. "The Mayor will see you now," she mumbled. "You can go right in."

  They walked into Mayor Donovan’s office to find him sitting at his desk, speaking into the phone. “Just hold on, now. We can discuss this another time. I have to go, I have another meeting.” He hung up without another word. His eyes took Dane in within seconds, but then spent three times that time taking in Sarah. Dane had the sudden urge to slam his grinning face into his keyboard. Donovan stood, buttoning up his suit jacket and extending a hand towards her. “You must be Agent Hazelwood. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you.”

  She straightened. “Oh?”

  “Don’t be so surprised, Miss Hazelwood.”

  Dane noticed her flinch at the title.

  “We’re not all mean, pompous shifters around here.”

  Dane sniffed. “Speak for yourself.”

  The man’s smile faltered. “And you’re the other Agent…” he snapped his fingers in the air, as though calling his name from the ether. “London?”

  “Landon.”

  “Right, that’s it. Have a seat.” He gestured towards a group of four seats that surrounded a small coffee table next to the bookshelf. Dane sat down, leaving room for Sarah to sit next to him, but she didn’t. She sat across from him. Mayor Donovan sat next to her, grinning like that cat that ate the canary. “What can I do for you, Miss?”

  Dane sat forward, palms pressing into his knees. “We’re here, as I’m sure you know, about the recent poisonings of two of your shifters here in Hill Haven.”

  “Agent Landon,” she said, with a wave of her hand. “I’m sure he doesn’t need a run down of all that. He’s the mayor for crying out loud. Do you really think he wouldn’t know why we’re here?”

  Agent Landon? What happened to Dane? She was acting weird since they stepped foot into this damned room. What the hell was with her?

  Her body was turned to Donovan, and—was she pushing her cleavage together? “We heard from a source that you had a meeting with Melissa Burke the night before she lost her abilities.”

  That seemed to take him back a step. “I, uh, well, I was supposed to. But she, uh, she didn’t show.”

  Dane was about to hit him with another question to keep him off his feet, but Sarah jumped in with a gasp. “What? She stood you up?”

  Donovan gave a smirk and shrugged. “Can’t say that it happens often. Out of curiosity, how did such a beautiful girl like you get into the messy business of the Agency.”

  He recognized that tight smile and the way her eyes narrowed. Oh, she was about to let him have it. Watching her take someone down was always entertaining—so long as it wasn’t him—but he was going to particularly enjoy this one. Get ready to carry your ass in your hands for the next month, you unlucky son-of-a-bitch.

  But she only giggled! Like she was some little girl who just got her hair pulled on the playground! “Oh, I don’t know,” she said, giving a coquettish grin. “I don’t know. I suppose I just sort of fell into it, you know? God knows I didn’t want to sell vials of Luck Potion for five bucks a pop like my father. That’s when he was around, at least.”

  Mayor Donovan’s eyes twinkled as he nodded sympathetically. “That’s tough.”

  What was this about her father? She’d never mentioned her father in the time they’d been together, but here she was airing her dirty laundry to this schmuck?

  She took a deep breath, looking like she was trying to keep her cool. “Some men just aren’t cut out to be fathers.”

  He placed a hand over hers. “Some boys aren’t cut out to be real men.” He seemed to be hinting at Dane, who was currently seeing red.

  “What the actual fuck is happening?”

  Both turned their eyes towards him. “Agent Landon!” Sarah gasped. “We’re conducting an interview. There’s no need for that sort of language.”

  “Wh—seriously?”

  Donovan just shook his head. “Perhaps it would be better if your partner waits outside, Miss Hazelwood. Give us some privacy and see if we can’t get to the bottom of this.”

  Dane launched to his feet, ready to pound his stupid, grinning face in.

  “I think that’s a great idea,” Sarah said, quickly, grabbing Dane by the arm and leading him towards the door.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he whispered.

  “Just wait outside!” she said, sounding annoyed, as she urged him toward the wooden doors. She turned on her heel, returning to her seat. “Please,” she said, her voice soft once again. “Call me Sarah.” The doors swung shut, blocking his view.

  Dane stood out in the hallway, alone. What the hell had just happened? She’d kicked him out. He didn’t know what she was up to, but he didn’t like it. Smarmy bastard.

  “Just talk to me, Anita, please!”

  Dane turned in the direction of the man’s voice.

  “You should go,” came a whispered response. “I’m at work!”

  He moved down the hall, back toward the staircase, toward the secretary. He peaked out to see Andrew Turner, the first victim, pleading with the secretary. “Why are you being like this? After everything we shared?”

  “Just go,” she whimpered, pulling an oversized shawl around herself. “Look, I’ll call you later, okay? But please, just go!” She urged him to the stairs, promising him repeatedly that she would, in fact, call him like she said.

  Meanwhile, Dane stood back, watching the whole strange scene play out. Andrew hadn’t struck Dane as the type of guy to go chasing women and begging for attention. And this secretary, Anita, hardly struck him as the type to make men beg. There was something fishy going on. He stepped out from the hallway, just as she was sitting down at her desk. “Man trouble?”

  She gave a start, her eyes wide. “What? No.” She looked down at her keyboard, her hair hiding her face.

  He crossed the distance between them and sat on the corner of her desk, leaning on the computer. He was invading her space on purpose, forcing her to look up at him. “He’s pretty insistent, huh? Some guys can’t take a hint.”

  She cleared her throat. “No, I guess not. Where’s your partner?”

  He sniffed. “With your boss. They wanted a little bit of privacy.”

  Anita looked up at that, her eyes flashing, her mouth pursed. “Privacy?”

  Dane cocked his head to the side. He knew her, but he couldn’t think from where. Her face was so familiar. “Uh, yeah. Your boss seems like a bit of a shit, huh?”

  “He is not!” She stood, her eyes blazing now. “He’s a very important man with a lot of things to do.” She huffed, crossing her arms.

  Interesting. He held his hands up in mock defense. “You know him better than I do,” he said by way of apology. She sniffed but sat
back down. “Being so important, I suppose he has to do that a lot, huh? Have very important meetings with people. Private meetings? Perhaps with women?”

  Her nostrils flared, her jaw locked. “Sometimes.”

  His instincts were rarely wrong when it came to this sort of thing. Unless he also lost his ability to read people, he was guessing Anita was in love with Mayor Donovan. What a cruel joke that was. He was willing to bet that a guy like Donovan never looked twice at Anita. “And what about Melissa Burke? Did she have a private meeting with Donovan?”

  “They were supposed to. We waited, but she never showed.”

  There was something in her voice that made him think she wasn’t being totally honest with him. But why? Was she trying to protect Donovan?

  Voices came from down the hall just before Sarah and Donovan emerged into the foyer. “Thank you so much for your time, Troy.”

  Ugh, he looked like a Troy. Perfect douchey name.

  He took her hand, placing a kiss on top. “My pleasure, Sarah. I look forward to dinner.”

  Dane saw red. Dinner? The hell? Anita was looking equally as furious. Oh, yeah, she was in love with the cad, all right. No mistaking that look. It was exactly how Dane felt.

  Sarah gave a flirty wave as she walked towards a fuming Dane. “See you then!”

  “Annette, get me Chief Brody right away.”

  Anita forced a tight smile that looked like it was about to break her face. “Yes, sir.”

  That smile. He knew that smile! Sarah took him by the arm, dragging him toward the stairs. That’s when it hit him. He remembered where he knew her from. Anita, this shy, mousey woman wearing layers upon layers of over-sized clothes and thick glasses…she was the woman from the bar that first night. She tried to pick him up. No way. It wasn’t possible. He glanced back, just as the door closed behind them and got one more look. She was looking at him, her eyes wide.

  It was definitely her! How didn’t he see it before?

  “Is it far enough?” Sarah said, moving down the stairs.

  “Huh?”

  “Are we far enough away? Out of earshot?”

  “What? For Donovan? Yes, why?”

  “Ugh, thank god!” She groaned, her voice finally dropping to a normal tone. She stopped on the landing between floors and wiped the back of her hand where Donovan’s lips had been on her skirt. She shivered as though spiders were crawling up her back. “God, that was unpleasant.”