The All Consuming: A Shifter MC Novel (Pureblood Predator MC Book 4)

by Ellis Daniels, May

  A scratchy growl escapes my lips.

  Mia spins to face me.

  She looks shocked. Her eyes sparkle and glow.

  Then she hisses, takes two quick steps and throws herself into my arms. Our lips meet. Tornarsuk smashes against the prison I keep him in and my muscles swell and I have my heavy arms wrapped around Mia’s waist, gripping her perfect ass and pulling her tight to my aching cock.

  Mia’s lips part. Our tongue’s graze against one another. She tastes sweet, like water in an arctic spring. We kiss fiercely, passionately, and a low moan of longing escapes Mia’s lips and she mutters that she missed me, her powerful bear, then slips her hands into my jeans and grips my cock right at the base and gives me a squeeze.

  I toss my head to the fire-ruined sky and roar while Tornarsuk charges to the surface and the motorbikes grow louder as they race down the empty end of days highway and the ground shakes beneath us and fuck it if it’s the Stricken.

  Let them come, I’m no longer afraid—

  “Fuck me, bear,” Mia whispers while she strokes my cock and fine white fur springs from my arms and when I hold her my claws dig into her skin a little, drawing blood. The scent of warm arousal flooding between Mia’s legs makes my bear pace and snarl even more. Fuck does he want the snake woman. Wants to command her.

  Mia’s skin become rippling silver-blue scales that reflect the red lightning and she’s gorgeous, the need builds through my belly and balls and cock and then I’m roaring as Mia struggles to tear off my jeans—

  Then she stops. Steps away from my embrace.

  Flashes me a coy smile and says, “It isn’t safe. We should hide.”

  “I’m done hiding,” I growl, flashing her a set of massive fangs.

  Mia puts her finger to her lips. Inspects me.

  The motorbikes rumble down the mountain in the distance. Their headlights glow an eerie white, like a flock of angels descending to earth. There are hundreds of them, but my attention is fixed on Mia. I point to the ground at my feet, free a little more of the bear and say, “Come to me. Now.”

  Mia takes a step away.

  Gives me a snide little sneer, that condescending look she always gives when someone’s overestimating themselves and she’s about to teach them a lesson.

  “Come here,” I say again.

  Mia’s eyes are bright. Needful. I know she scents my power. I was weak in the desert. Without my animal. Weak and broken by worry for my sister. But now the bear has returned, and he’s stronger than ever. I could tear Mia into pieces if I wanted to.

  Mia licks her lips. I scent her need.

  How bad she wants me to fuck her.

  But she turns to flee.

  She makes it two steps and I’m on her. Mia hisses and screams and calls her animal and tries to struggle against me but I’m far too strong, a Risen bear, Tornarsuk the Indestructible, and I pin her arms easily with one hand and rip off her clothes with the other while the forest fire rages behind us and the pavement vibrates from the force of an approaching wildborn pack and Mia’s moaning fuck me fuck me fuck me—

  Her skin’s scaled and slippery and I spin her so her ass presses to my throbbing cock and kiss down her shoulder, up her neck, behind her ear while she moans and tries to stomp on my feet. I’m holding her arms tight to her chest with a single hand and with the other I rake my claws across her tits. Mia shudders and flings herself hard against my cock when I scratch the hard buds of her tender nipples.

  I move us into the middle of the desert highway so we’re facing the approaching pack and Mia laughs wildly then begs me to stop then begs me to fuck her and I drag my claws down her stomach and pause at her pubic mound.

  She’s trembling, hissing, still fighting but losing strength.

  “They’re going to kill us,” she whispers, looking down the highway.

  “No they’re not,” I snarl. “Not anymore.”

  “You’re different,” Mia says, awe in her voice. “Even…stronger.”

  I squeeze her in my massive arms. Give her a taste of my strength. She moans and squirms and tries to slip into her snake, and when I see her summoning her animal I clamp my hand around her throat and growl in her ear, “You stay Skin or I’ll rip out your heart and feed on it.”

  And it’s true. A part of me’s hungry for her, wants to see this weak Pureblood’s heart beating in my hand—

  Mia must sense the seriousness in my voice because she sends her animal away. I keep my hand on her throat but loosen my grip, allow her to draw a shaking breath.

  “What are you going to do?” she whispers.

  “Whatever I want.”

  Mia moans and presses her ass against me.

  I slip my clawed finger across her moist, sensitive folds.

  “Please…” Mia begs. “Please fuck me.”

  I like hearing her beg.

  The roaring bikes are approaching fast.

  I unzip my jeans and my throbbing cock presses tight to Mia’s naked ass and she shudders a little and says she can’t take me, I’m too big, please no I’m too big but how she’s squirming and her scent and the flood of wetness tells me how badly she needs me—

  I kiss her shoulder. Gently.

  Goosebumps rise on her skin.

  She pushes into my cock. Tells me to fuck off, then laughs and says how much she loves my cock, how much she craves me.

  I lean down and bury my massive incisors in her neck.

  Just a little. But enough to break skin and taste blood—

  Mia shrieks. Her body arcs like a bolt of red lightning hit her, and the riders are close now, I scent them, hundreds of Purebloods riding strong and free, some in full animal form and that makes me wonder about the iron collars that once caged them—

  I fling my head to the sky and squeeze my mate close and roar.

  The sound echoes off the hills.

  It’s a greeting. And a challenge.

  “What are you?” I say to Mia while her blood trickles down her shoulders and chest.

  “What…am I?”

  I stroke her cunt with my clawed finger, then shift my cock so it’s between Mia’s legs, pressed against her ass and cunt but not inside her yet. Mia’s straddling my big cock, out here in the middle of the highway while the world dies. None of that matters now. There’s only me and this woman, my mate, and now Mia’s slipping forward and back on me, rubbing my cock against her pussy, making me wet with her sweet moisture, and the fucking need’s driving me nuts, my come-filled balls are aching and stinging, I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want her but I need to hear her say it, she obeyed when I called but my bear demands more, he wants to know for certain where Mia stands, whose she is—

  “What are you?” I repeat, slipping my finger into Mia’s cunt while she slides back and forth on my cock.

  “I’m yours,” Mia says, breathless as the first orgasm rips through her

  “Not enough.”

  “I’m your…whore.”

  “And?”

  “I’m your bitch.”

  “Closer.”

  The riders are only a few miles away. The bikes are redlined. I hear the roaring engines and…other sounds. Barks and howls. Uncollared animals.

  “Please fuck me, Anik,” Mia begs. “Please?”

  “No. Tell me.”

  I kiss her ear and down her neck. Kiss the tender skin around her bite. Mia’s muscles tense, like she’s coiling for a strike, her lithe body poised and ready for my cock. She’s considering fighting me one last time. I squeeze so hard her breath escapes in a long, slow hiss and her muscles relax and I feel the fight flee from her and she leans her head back so she’s looking up at me, straight into my eyes, and she’s gorgeous, this biker girl, I see her tits and feel her hot pussy and how she’s looking at me, a mix of joy and anger at being dominated, and I know she’s waited her whole life for this and so she says, “I’m yours, Anik. Your fucking bloodmate. There. I said it. Now fuck me, already.”

  Mia twists around
in my arms so she can sink her fangs into my neck and the pain makes me roar and then I’m lifting her into the air and settling her onto my cock. Mia gasps as I bury deep into her, her cunt tight and hot and perfect. She reaches back and grabs my hips as I thrust into her, hold her pinned on my cock and the riders swoop down a hill and up the other side—

  I settle Mia’s feet onto the pavement and she straddles the yellow line and leans forward, giving me a full view of her gorgeous curving ass and my cock buried in her cunt. Her bite stings my neck, burns so bad I wonder if she poisoned me and the thought makes a roar of anger burst from my lips and I slam my cock home, driving it into her heat and Mia’s screaming, begging for me to fuck her raw—

  Motorbike lights pop over a rise and shine on us, bathing us in high-lumen glow while we I fuck my bloodmate in the middle of the road and the bear is half out, smashing against me, demanding to be freed. He scents Pureblood hearts and longs for a kill. Mia’s bent low beneath me, her palms flat on the pavement while I punish her with my cock, sweat dripping from my brow to land on my bloodmate’s lower back.

  Something races past us with a feline shriek, a lean spotted cheetah racing ahead of its pack, and then the animals arrive, hundreds of them, cats and wolves and bears, all racing past my bloodmate and me while the motorbike lights illuminate our faces twisted in primal need—

  One of the Purebloods changes course, runs straight at us, snarling and spitting, a male mountain lion. Mia lifts her head and sees the cat about to pounce for the kill and tries to fling herself to the side, out of harms way, but I grip her hips and hold her firm and the cat leaps at us, his black fangs glowing in the light. The Pureblood’s eyes gleam with kill-lust and Mia shrieks and then faster than the eye can see I bring my clawed hand up and swat the silly kitten from the air.

  The mountain lion gets my claws straight in the chest and then it’s spinning through space, its screams of pain drowned by my roar and the sound of the Harleys and my come is a white-hot explosion bursting from my belly through my balls. My cock surges and Mia writhes against me, her shrieks making me fuck her still harder and as my come surges from my cock and into my bloodmate the Harleys rumble and roar, hundreds of them, and above it all I hear the insane, barking laughter of a mad hyena—

  CHAPTER FOUR

  AARON

  I WATCH FROM behind the iron bars as the prick motherfucker soul-eater lifts my son over his rabid hounds and my bloodmate falls to her knees before him. I fling myself against the cage, rage smothering over me, squeezing the breath from my lungs.

  She heard my call. I saw the recognition in her eyes as she looked at my cage. My bloodmate knows I’m here. Even better, I sense her animal—

  “He’s going to fuck her,” Vuk hisses from the cell next to mine, his voice quick with excitement. “The dog’s going to fuck your hell-slut bloodmate. Mark her and make her his.”

  A rage like I’ve never known reddens my vision. I clamp my hands on the iron bars and summon my wolf. He arrives in a fury of splitting skin and snapping bones and the howl that bursts from my fangs rings out across this wasteland, cascades down the Cliff of Cages and echoes across the courtyard.

  “Yes, Aaron, yes,” Vuk screams. “Hunt him murder him eat him fuck him. You and I are united in bloodlust! We are the apex. The peak of evolution. The survivors. The world kneels to us. Free the killer, Aaron. Free him and punish those who refuse to kneel—”

  A thousand feet below in the courtyard, the Dog God pauses.

  Turns and glares at my cell.

  Scents the air.

  His lips curl. A growl issues from the throats of the entire rabid pack, a sickening sound that rises on a foul wind and pierces my skull like a bullet.

  I howl in return. My blood challenge.

  The Bloodless Land falls silent.

  For predators, the moment before violence is sacred.

  Then a tiny, high-pitched wail fills the deathly silence.

  My son. He hears my call. He’s answering his father.

  My wolf? Yeah.

  Fucker goes nuclear.

  There’s a shrill, twisted shriek of metal being torqued beyond the breaking point. No cage can hold me. No creature can stop me. I am the One We Answer To. Primal predator blood flows through my veins. I smash my head against the iron bars and the mountain trembles, sending stones crashing into the yard below, crushing several dozen rabid hounds—

  “Freedom, Aaron!” Vuk hisses. “Freedom to kill! Freedom to hunt! Freedom to claim what is rightly yours!”

  The iron bars bend to my strength. An inch. Two inches.

  The gap almost large enough to slip through.

  Lily’s looking up at me. Sobbing.

  She tries to stand. The Dog God lashes out, smacks her so hard across the cheek her head snaps back and she crumples to the ground.

  I’m straining and thrashing against the iron bars.

  Something in my nose pops and blood leaks down my face.

  Then the Dog God does something strange. He turns his back to me. Sets my infant son down on the stone dais. Grips Lily’s hand. Tugs her to her feet.

  “He’s ignoring your challenge, Aaron!” Vuk says, slamming into the iron bars. “The coward’s ignoring your blood challenge—”

  The Purebloods caged beneath me howl and scream and roar, my strength feeding them. They hear my power and recognize the Dog God’s weakness. Realize the challenge has gone unanswered.

  Another half inch and I’m free. My wolf bites and claws at my insides, his fury gutting me.

  The Dog God puts his clawed hands on my bloodmate’s cheeks. Lily struggles against him, but he’s too strong. He plants a long kiss on her lips, and when they part I see my bloodmate’s lips are bleeding.

  “He’s taunting you!” Vuk yells. “Daring you to break free. You’re nothing, Aaron. A weak sack of shit. A Skin. A—”

  A restless wave ripples through the Dog God’s pack.

  He lets go of Lily and whirls to face them.

  A few of the dogs in front snarl and spit at their master.

  He takes a startled step away.

  The dogs press around the dais, baring their fangs.

  “It’s natural law” Vuk cackles. “Weakness is death! Cowardice is death! They’ll force their alpha to meet your challenge or they’ll tear him apart.”

  I scent it now.

  The Dog God’s uncertainty. His hesitation.

  Fucker’s lived like a king in this world. Spoiled. Coddled. Never known real pain. Never been challenged by a mad-as-fuck Pureblood predator.

  The dogs begin nipping at one another. They sense the chaos about to erupt. Know the hierarchy that’s ruled their lives is crumbling, and in their panic they’re turning on one another.

  The Dog God’s trapped between meeting my challenge and having his pack turn on him. Vuk’s right. The pack will not tolerate weakness from its alpha. It demands leadership. Action above all else. Or death.

  The Dog God glares across the shifting black sea of his rabid pack. Then he snatches the nearest dog, brings the struggling creature to his jaws, tears its throat out and tosses the still living animal into the pack. The dogs pounce on their wounded kin in a blood hungry feeding frenzy.

  “Blood,” Vuk whispers. “Blood and death and power.”

  Fuck him. The bug-eyed sack of shit rapist.

  I’ll deal with him later.

  Because right now the Dog God turns to me. Flashes me a thin smile. Then the bastard strikes Lily again, and this time his claws rake across her naked chest, leaving a long, bloody wound just below her neck—

  Several things happen at once.

  The iron bars give and I’m leaping onto a small ledge, a thousand feet of air beneath me—

  Lily falls back, her eyes wide, and while the Dog God laughs and turns to face the Cliff of Cages Lily kicks out and wraps one of her chains around the Dog God’s neck—

  The rabid dogs part and a large circle forms and then I’m scrambling down th
e mountainside, knocking rocks down, passing the cages of my imprisoned packmates, every one of them doomed to be fed to the Dog God’s pack, and they’re raging as well, calling my name, the One We Answer To, and then I leap to the ground and my feet crunch into the rocky red soil and I’m sprinting at the dead motherfucker, my fury beyond all reckoning, my mind a red fog of kill-lust—

  Lily leaps on the Dog God’s back and tries to strangle him with the chain. He reaches back and tears at her hair, then flings her to the ground. Her head smashes into the stone dais and she lies still, her eyes closed—

  The Dog God flicks the chain off his neck and hops from the dais.

  My son is behind him. Alone on the dais.

  A few of the rabid dogs slink forward for a sniff, and all it would take—

  I cut the thought short.

  There’s only now. This single, glorious moment of blood.

  A set of black feathered wings spring from the Dog God’s back. His bones shift and reshape and he bulks up fucking big-time and then he shakes his massive head so fast it’s a blur, and when he slows I’m racing toward a slobbering monster with three snarling Doberman heads. Long, narrow snouts lined with vicious teeth. Each head as large as a bull’s, and as ugly.

  Didn’t figure on a threesome. Fuck it.

  The more the merrier.

  I’m in full wolf now, my human form sloughed off like molted skin, my silver-black fur glowing in the grey half-light. The Dog God sees me and leaps into the air, but I fought the fucker back when Lily and me crashed the Harley in the mountains and I’m ready for him.

  He swoops in low, his claws ready to rip me open. I duck to the side, leap up and sink my fangs into the fucker’s hind leg. For a minute I’m flying through space, my enemy’s muscles and tendons shredding between my teeth, then something rips from the Dog God and I land heavy in the dirt.

  A pain-filled howl rises from the throats of a thousand dogs.

  The pack feels their alpha’s pain.