by Rebecca Foxx
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Book 3: Jealous Flames
A TOUCH OF SHIFTER SERIES
Rebecca Foxx
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“Life is nothing without the excitement of passion”
Contents
Book 3: Jealous Flames
Introduction
Chapter 1 – Divide and Conquer
Chapter 2 – Worst Laid Plans
Chapter 3 – Rooftop Revelations
Chapter 4 – The SUV
Chapter 5 – Knocking Boldly
Chapter 6 – Dangerous Ground
Chapter 7 – Medical Attention
Chapter 8 – Arrangements
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Book 3: Jealous Flames
A TOUCH OF SHIFTER SERIES
Rebecca Foxx
(See all other books from Rebecca Foxx)
Introduction
Since Wendy had quelled the potential attacks against her and her vamp boyfriend, she had tasted increased confidence, more excitement in her every day life.
Everything seemed to fall into place between the two of them; until the Senior Committee Member paid them a visit. From the moment he arrived, she hadn’t been the same.
Benito too had experienced change. While he still found Wendy intensely attractive, her new found independence and interest in learning all about the shifter heritage and in so doing, spending more time with her new mentor; Thomas Blaine.
In addition to distancing himself from Wendy, he had found favor with another woman who was much younger and had no idea that he was a shifter. She was flexible, endearing, and even demure.
Wendy liked to play her feminine roles to be sure, but this young lady was willing to do virtually anything he asked of her and that was appealing to him. It was a return to his pre-Wendy scoundrel ways and he was becoming increasingly happy to see his old self resurface.
Diligently working behind the scenes to orchestrate an emotional and relationship coup was none other than the noteworthy Kenyan shifter, Neema Boipelo. Boipelo was ruthless when crossed and though she was far outmatched by other members of The Committee, her cunning strategies had served The Committee well and had drawn Thomas Blaine to her bed.
Neema was a sinister figure and the general shifter population feared her greatly; justifiably so. She had fixed her gaze upon Wendy Morrell’s world and until Thomas was back where she believed he belonged, she would make her life as miserable as possible by any means necessary.
Chapter 1 – Divide and Conquer
Neema Boipelo stretched out on the deck of her penthouse watching the activity below. Her dark skin and long legs shimmered under the sun; reflecting the sun off of her body cream.
Her bikini was small, tight, and revealed scars on her torso that were received before she had been turned. It was inflicted by the barbarian beasts that turned her but first; the torture took its toll on her skin and her mind as well.
Her short cropped black hair accented the beauty of her face; her green eyes were deceptively soothing and calm. Her smile showed off her virtually perfect and white teeth.
She was the embodiment of contemporary beauty, but lurking underneath her delicious exterior existed something foreboding and dangerous.
She reached over to her marble table and picked up a tall glass filled with ice and a clear liquid and drank deeply. When she had finished drinking, there was very little left of the liquid in the glass and within seconds of setting it back down on the table, one of her personal assistants replaced it with a full glass.
She smiled to herself; considering her series of moves. She had successfully introduced one of her loyal assistants into the life of Benito Pagani; causing him to be distracted and spending less time with Wendy.
He believed that the woman with whom he was spending time was legitimately in love with him and there were feelings, but she was first and foremost an employee of Neema Boipelo.
As she considered her next move in the game she had begun, her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw Thomas’ name on the screen.
“Good afternoon, Thomas,” she purred, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Good afternoon, Neema,” he replied, “I need to see you this afternoon to go over the plans for ESET recruiting. Will you be available at 4pm?”
There was an intentional pause on her part before she answered.
“Thomas, I will clear my schedule and meet you at HQ.”
“Thank you,” Thomas replied and abruptly disconnected the call without saying “goodbye.”
It was a habit of his that frustrated Neema.
She looked at her phone to check the time and then tossed the phone back on the table and snorted audibly. A low, deep growl formed in her throat as she thought of her Thomas out and about with Wendy.
She kne
w that the next step in the process of divide and conquer would require a great deal of risk and if she were to be caught, it could cost her the post on The Committee. She believed Thomas was worth the risk.
On the other side of the city, Wendy was doing her Saturday ritual of cleaning house, doing laundry, and mopping floors. In the background, soft jazz played through the speakers throughout her home. She sang along with the melodies with perfect pitch and a smile on her face.
Wendy was wearing what she called her “cleaning clothes” that consisted of a long t-shirt, a short pair of shorts that complimented her curvy hips and full backside, and her bright yellow tennis shoes.
The casual look on her shaved years off of her visage and the harder she worked the brighter red her cheeks would turn. She looked like a blushing schoolgirl and it was a look that she was sure would entice Thomas.
Benito was once again out and about and Wendy could not care less. She was enjoying her time alone with her music and her mind to run free. She had used those times to think of the majestic Thomas Blaine.
The mere mention of his voice caused her to tingle and warmth developed between her legs. She had never come into contact with a man of such elegance and commanding power before. She daydreamed regularly of him taking her on the floor of her home; ravaging her body.
Wendy wanted that to happen more than just about anything.
Chapter 2 – Worst Laid Plans
Benito was waiting patiently in the park at their favorite park bench. The sun had begun to set and all around him; families were packing up for the day and preparing for their return home.
The lamplights were beginning to come on; leaving a yellow glow on the ground around them. The rolling hills of the park surrounded him and the pond in front of him was as still and smooth as he had ever seen it.
He could smell the scent of his surroundings and that included the squirrels scurrying up the trees, the dogs that were being walked by their impatient owners and then, he caught her scent.
Benito turned his head quickly in the direction of the origin of her scent and just as he did, she came into sight. She was walking on the path and was on the downside of a small hill, her hands tucked into her jacket pockets to keep warm. She was one of those people who were cold all the time unless it was sweltering hot out. She saw him and smiled brightly, picking up her pace to arrive at his side sooner.
They embraced and he kissed her forehead before they went out for their night of adventure. They had planned a dinner at one of their favorite diners and then would catch a play at one of the local theaters and from there, he would take her home.
She had the advantage of living just a few blocks away from the park where they met so the drive home would be a short one.
As they pulled out of the parking lot to their first stop of the evening, neither of them noticed the black SUV that was following them.
The diner was only marginally busy, which took them both by surprise as it was a popular restaurant. The outside of the building looked like a passenger train; complete with small windows and an elevated floor to provide the ambiance of a passenger train.
The tables were brushed aluminum-edged with a classic 1950s marble Formica top. The kitchen was at the far end of the diner which made for traffic jams for the servers once in a while, but it wasn’t enough to hinder service.
They walked to one of the empty booths and had a seat and pulled the menu from behind of the napkin dispenser. The menu was simple but every item therein had been reviewed as “top notch.” They had been there frequently and Benito’s size and face were hard to forget. The waitress walked to their booth with a smile as she recognized the couple.
“Welcome back,” she said exuberantly, “would you like to start with the usual or will you be branching out this evening?”
Benito had worked hard over the previous few months to rid himself of his hatred for the working class. This server, in his opinion, was the embodiment of everything that was deplorable about the servant classes, and it fought against his instinct to rip her throat out with his teeth.
“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth, “we will have the usual.”
His dinner date picked up on his frustration and reached across the table to calm him but this time, it wasn’t going to work. His eyes were blazing and a hint of his fangs protruded from between his lips. He looked out the window to distract himself.
“One, two, three, four, five, six,” he thought to himself as he counted streetlights. It was an inane little ritual but it often served its designated purpose.
The server arrived with their cups of coffee, iced water with lemon, and their glasses of Merlot. She sat everything down on the table and went about the rest of her duties.
Claire Forouche had been a loyal servant to Neema and putting up with the vamp’s attitude of superiority and clinginess was pushing the envelope of her servitude. She had slept with him; which wasn’t completely horrible, but she always felt dirty and cheap afterwards. Regardless, Neema had sent her on a mission to play this role and she vowed to play it to what ever ends Neema may require.
She slipped off her right shoe and did a quick check to see if anyone was watching. When she felt sure that no one was paying attention, she lifted her foot and stroked the inside of his left calf muscle with her toes.
She slid back a little in her seat and with one swift and stealthy move, she ran hr foot up his inner thigh until she reached his crotch; where she took her time stroking him with her foot.
The danger of getting caught was real and it made the exchange all the more exciting and challenging. It made what she was doing particularly naughty and she did love her moments of naughtiness and he loved them as well.
As she stroked him, the fire in his eyes slowly faded and his teeth retracted back to a resting position. Claire was relieved that he had calmed down but at the same time, she felt like she was dealing with a petulant child with a bad temper.
Benito turned his gaze to her and without speaking, he grinned an evil grin and squeezed her had tighter. He was becoming aroused and it changed everything.
He was no longer angry, but he was excited and couldn’t wait to get back to her place to ravage her and do things to her of which she would never speak. He left no bruises, but she had informed her employer who almost seemed pleased with his sexual aggressiveness.
Cars drove by on the street in front of the diner and while she played with him with her foot, they both stared out the window as though lost in a trance.
Though they were both looking out the window, they still didn’t notice the stylish black SUV with darkened windows pull into the parking lot. They had somehow overlooked the bright chrome wheels and the slick, shiny surface of the freshly waxed SUV.
The server arrived with their food, gave them a bright smile and disappeared down the wide aisle to the kitchen area.
Before them were what looked like normal cheeseburgers, but they were quite special. Made from bison, they were cooked delicately until the center reached the desired temperature and served on sesame buns.
The burgers themselves were covered with imported cheddar cheese, mushrooms, grilled onions, and a sweet and spicy relish. They both had a side dish of spicy baked beans and their meal would be topped off with a slice of raspberry cheesecake for the two of them.
Claire removed her foot from Benito’s crotch and they both started devouring their dinner. Not much was spoken between the two of them as Benito’s mood had changed yet again. Claire often wondered if vamps didn’t have menstrual cycles because he sure seemed to PMS worse than any women she had ever encountered.
They finished their meal and both leaned back with the satisfaction of another delicious meal under their belts, figuratively speaking, and took deep breaths.
The server brought them their ticket as they were finishing up their second glass of Merlot and Benito reached down and pulled out an over stuffed wallet and laid down $50 for a $22 meal. Benito despised their server, ha
ted the working class, but he had to maintain his dignity and put on the air of generosity.
Benito stood up; indicating that the time had come for them to leave and Claire never argued or disagreed. She simply followed his lead and if he was ready to leave, so be it.
She led the way to the same door of which they came in and trotted down the stairs and becoming painfully aware of just how full she was even though she couldn’t finish her burger.
She was rounding the corner to the passenger side door of his vehicle when she felt a searing pain across the back of her head and then everything went black. Benito felt the same searing pain, but he was more than alert; he was in defense mode and he would kill whoever had just done harm to his Claire.
Benito spun around to see the faces of his attackers and there were four of them. The one closest was the last to draw his attention, but Benito realized that he should have concentrated on him first.
The katana was swift and fortunately for Benito, painless. The flash of the 7-layered steel blade was like a flash of lightning and as the bearer of the sword reached his defensive position, Benito’s head fell to the ground; completely and cleanly separated from the rest of his body.
