“Someone is a little impatient, aren’t we?” he teased.
His cock had escaped his waistband and was so large that it brushed against her.
“Please, do it now. I can’t stand it.” What had this stranger done to her?
“I love when a woman knows what she wants. Don’t worry. I know just what you need.”
He picked her up in his arms and in three long strides reached the oversized bed. He dropped her onto it, pushed his pants down, and came over her on the bed.
She pointed to the purse lying in the middle of the bed. “I have a condom in my purse.”
“If you insist, Princess, but I don’t carry disease.”
“But I’m not on anything.” She grabbed her purse and handed him a condom. He took it out of the package and rolled it down over his thick cock. She almost thought it wouldn’t fit as he struggled to roll it down to the hilt.
“This will do for one round,” he said. “But I hope you brought more.”
“More…?” she whispered.
He grinned. “Yes, Princess. I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
Without another word, his hard cock slid down against her clit until it slipped past her folds to finally sink in about two inches deep. He dropped the full force of his weight between her thighs, shoving her legs apart even more.
Chelsey let out a strained cry of pleasure when he drove the entire length of his cock into her sex. She felt completely impaled to the bed. Massive jolts of pleasure pulsed through her as he began to rock back and forth within her. She clenched her teeth and dug her nails into his back while they adjusted to each other’s size.
“Ah, fuck yeah,” he groaned, pulling all the way out of her and then thrusting forward into her again hard.
She screamed. He cupped her ass and stroked in and out of her with concentrated thrusts. When her muscles relaxed she joined him in rhythm, opening herself up to him and pushing her hips forward. He pummeled himself into her until she came undone again beneath him. Only this time, it wasn’t his tongue that brought her to orgasm. His hard shaft brushed against her swollen clit and sent her into a climax. No man had ever fucked her to climax. This man, this sexy shifter, would be the first.
Moments later, his muscles tensed and he exploded, grunting in pure satisfaction. Something hot pulsed up into her. If she wasn’t mistaken, that was an indication that maybe the condom had broken. Her body was pure putty and her mind was too gone to think on it now. Her orgasm lasted for several minutes as his semen coated her insides, taking her on the strongest sexual high ever.
He rested his forehead against hers, breathing against her neck as they both came down from the orgasm. When his cock slipped out, so did remnants of his seed. He rolled off of her and peeled off what was left of the rubber.
“Human condoms and shifters don’t normally mix,” he said.
“Oh my God…” she breathed, although she could barely manage a sentence after having the best sex of her life.
“Don’t worry. You’re not all that fertile today. Likelihood of you getting pregnant tonight is slim to none.”
“What? So, you can detect when I’m fertile?”
He nodded. “The majority of shifters can. It’s normal.”
“Unbelievable,” she mumbled.
“Just think back on when you last ovulated and do the math.”
Chelsey laughed. “My mind is too messed up right now to do math. I’ll take your word for it.”
“Was it good? Did I meet your expectations?” he asked, turning over on his side and grinning at her.
“Yes,” she blushed. The absolute best.
“That was just a warm-up, Princess. This wolf ain’t done with you yet.”
26
“I don’t give a shit,” Dane Magnus, Alpha of the Aspen Valley Pack exclaimed, pounding his fist down on the table. “Garrett and the others may be halfway across the County by now but we have work to do. This is the best time right now. The governor left about two days ago on a business trip with his wife, so the home is clean.”
Brock, along with his blood brothers and three other crew members, were known as the Aspen Valley Outlaws. Only Brock, Dane, and Raoulf were present tonight and seated around an old oak table in Dane’s home.
After Dane rose to Alpha of the Aspen Valley Pack, the ranks had shifted a bit. Dane couldn’t actively run with the outlaws since he had a Pack and Pack lands to protect, but he did give orders. Raoulf became their secondary leader and Brock was third in line after that.
“So the only plan you’ve come up with his that we go to his house and raid the shit in his office in search of a safe,” Brock inquired.
“That’s the plan we had before. Police force and government officials raid our shit all the time. Our homes, our restaurants…and our nightclub. Fortunately, we have enough informants telling us that the mansion isn’t occupied and won’t be for at least a couple more days. We just need him to take a hint.”
“How do we know the safe has what we’re looking for in it?” Raoulf asked.
“We don’t,” Dane said. “We’re after more than just the safe. We’re going in there and we’re going to confiscate anything we know will be valuable in getting him to stop the eminent domain execution. We all know his legacy isn’t squeaky clean, but if we don’t have concrete evidence then there’s nothing stopping everyone else from shrugging the rumors off their shoulders about their wishy-washy governor.”
“And you think they’ll believe us more once we have the agreements we’re looking for?” Brock questioned. “What’s stopping them from calling the papers fictitious? What’s to say that the public won’t continue to label us liars, disregarding anything we present to them?”
Dane shook his head. “You’re getting ahead of yourself. The plan is to get the governor to stop all eminent domain proceedings before we ever present the information to the public. If he wants his reputation to remain squeaky clean, then we want him to leave our properties the hell alone. If he doesn’t comply…”
“…Then you’re suggesting we open up a can of worms,” Raoulf concluded.
Dane nodded. “Damn right, I am. Something tells me that the governor doesn’t want the public to know how wishy-washy he is. He knowingly helped many shifters expand business operations into his hometown. Heck, he even helped some Tellevue County shifters by approving private funding that fattened his pockets and that of the bank he co-owns. Now he wants to mimic the eminent domain proceedings of another state and use his governor title to strip it all away from us. I don’t know what the other Packs were up against, but these are our lands and we won’t be moved. That’s not how it works in Aspen Valley.”
“We hear you, bro,” Brock said. “Question is…when?”
“Tonight,” said the Alpha.
27
Chelsey finished painting the last toenail fire engine red and screwed the cap on. Leaving the wedges of toilet paper stuff between her toes, she waddled into the bathroom to relieve herself.
The mansion was pretty quiet and she liked it that way. The help dad hired to clean up when he was around had been given paid leave since her dad was visiting his business colleagues in the Midwest. Chelsey was more than relieved that they were gone and couldn’t hound her about her GPA any longer. Who cared about a GPA these days? Since when did a GPA measure someone’s ability to survive? The last time she checked, her dad hadn’t been the smartest in either high school or college and he’d somehow managed to co-own and operate one of the biggest private owned banks in the state and get elected to serve as Governor.
All of her life, all she ever wanted to be was a journalist, but of course, her parents tried to steer her away from that to pursue a career in politics. She’d tried to please them. Had even initially entered college as a political science major, but after a year of disinterest in the subject and career paths, she’d changed her program of study to English. And this winter, she’d have her English degree. Plus, she already had a job offe
r on the table already. One too many job offers.
Chelsey walked back into the room, fell back onto the bed, and glanced up at the ceiling. For the last couple days, all she could think about was one specific stranger’s handsome face and big cock. It had gotten so bad that she had the urge to masturbate a few times a day while thinking of him. She’d never done that after any man. It felt like she’d been given some drug and now she was feigning for another hit. Too bad she’d snuck out of the hotel room the next morning before he could wake up. But that was before she started craving him. Would she have stayed if she’d known that she couldn’t keep her mind off him? She’d made a deal with herself. She had wanted a one-night stand with a shifter and had gotten the best night of her life. If she wanted to find him, she’d visit LIVE again. But a man like him wouldn’t want a boring woman like her. Perhaps, she’d done him a favor by leaving. She almost wondered if all shifter males were that good in bed as the rumors suggested. Or did this one particular stranger just know how to expertly use what he was born with?
While thinking about that night, her hand had wandered up her blouse, kneading her own nipples and remembering how good his mouth felt against her. How she’d tried to, but since that night she could not bring herself to an orgasm as intense as the one she had with the stranger. Maybe if she visited one of those toy shops and bought a dildo as big as the stranger’s cock, it would work. Then again, would she be able to get the exact rhythm and pacing just right? He’d brought her to orgasm so effortlessly over and over again.
Her fingers ventured down inside of her panties where she had gotten wet just thinking about him. God, she wanted him again.
She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 11:00 P.M.
She nibbled her bottom lip. That darned nightclub was still open. Maybe he was a regular there. She could go again and look for him. Apologize for leaving in the middle of the night and hope he wasn’t mad. Would he still want her? Was she as good to him in bed as he was to her?
Chelsey saw a shadow move across her bedroom wall. She removed her fingers from her nipples and sex and sat up on the bed. The sound of a motorcycle rumbled outside in the distance. Her parents weren’t scheduled to be back for another two days.
She walked over to the window and pulled the curtains aside to view an unfamiliar van downstairs in the driveway. Figures moved inside the van, but no one had come up to the front door yet. The security gates were wide open, which was odd. They were controlled by user access codes. Either the gates had malfunctioned or someone had rigged the gates.
A male got out of the car and glanced up in the direction of her bedroom window.
“Shit!” she exclaimed. “This isn’t happening.”
She let the curtain fall and backed away from the window. The lamp near her bedside table was on. She thought to turn it off, but then whoever was down there would know that she was up here for sure.
Chelsey’s heart thudded frantically and she prayed to God that the man or men in the van were someone her parents knew. When she heard a loud thud coming front one of the back door’s downstairs, she knew she was wrong. Someone was trying to burglarize the home.
She panicked and clutched at her chest. All she could think to do was hide. Whenever they discussed family security, her dad had always told her to just let them take whatever they wanted while hiding. So that’s what she did. She rushed into the bathroom, turned out the lights, and hid in the utility closet.
It seemed like forever had passed. Maybe if just felt like that as she tried to hold her breath far too many times only to have her lungs burn in protest. What were the burglars going to do? Smell her up here and drop all the money and jewels her parents owned and take her instead? That was absurd. What criminal wouldn’t take the money and run? With this thought in mind, she brought her knees closer to her chest and tried to remain still and quiet.
Turns out she was wrong. The rumbling up the stairs sent her heart into frantic mode again. The moment she realized the rumbling sound came from feet running up the stairs, it was too late. The door to the utility closet was jerked open and a male as wide as a linebacker stood in the doorway. He wore a hood, his face was covered, and she could see nothing but his eyes. They were brown, dark, and feral-looking.
“Don’t think we couldn’t smell you up here,” he growled. “Get up.”
Chelsey screamed. “Please, take what you want. I won’t call the cops. I promise.”
The hooded man laughed and then grabbed her by the arm. She struck him across the face and he uttered a string of curses. While he was rubbing at his eyes, she dashed from the room but slammed head first into another linebacker. She fought against him until she couldn’t fight anymore. The man who she’d struck bounded her arms behind her back, led her out of the bedroom, and down the stairs.
They came to a stop outside where another hooded linebacker was waiting by the car.
“Look here! We got a live hostage,” one of the men informed the third guy.
“Let go of me,” Chelsey screamed. Although the men weren’t hurting her, she didn’t want to be carted away anywhere with them. She wasn’t some object. She was a person.
The third guy turned swiftly and did something no real burglar would have done. He snatched off his face cover and lumbered toward them.
It was the stranger from the nightclub. The third guy was the shifter she’d been daydreaming about. Chelsey would’ve remembered that face anywhere. Same blue eyes, blond hair, and dark stare. It was the stranger. Oh fuck.
“Hands off!” The voice was also sounded the same and it sent chills up her spine.
“Jesus, Brock…are you fucking kidding me?”
The stranger—Brock—growled like an animal. The warning he sent caused the two men that captured her to step a good two feet away from her.
“She’s mine,” Brock stated, and then took her by the hand. “Are you okay?”
“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me?” the hooded guy to the right bellowed.
“Chill out, alright!” Brock demanded. “I know her.”
“Know her? We’ve just gutted her home and you’re just now telling us that you know her. What the fuck, man?” One of the others paced aggressively in front of them.
“I didn’t know I knew her.”
“Bro…do I need to knock some goddamned sense into you?”
Brock was staring down at her arm extra hard and his thumb was rubbing back and forth over something red on her skin. She must have missed a spot while wiping up the nail polish that she’d smudged on her skin.
“It can’t be.” His expression changed from angry and possessive to troubled. “Where did you get this? How did you know to mark yourself this way?”
“Mark myself?” she asked. “I was painting my toes when you and your posse rudely broke into my home.”
“This isn’t paint, Princess. This is an exact replica of my birthmark.”
“Holy shit!” one of the hooded men exclaimed.
“Are you insane?” Chelsey tugged her arm out of Brock’s grip. She rubbed at the red mark that reminded her of a pair of butterfly wings. Sure enough, it wasn’t smeared fingernail polish. Whatever it was, it appeared to be something under her skin.
“I should have known after I couldn’t get over you…” Brock muttered.
“What?” She stepped back a couple feet. “You’re a real criminal that just tried to kidnap me. How could you come after me?”
Brock shook his head. “I’m not after you. What relations do you have with Governor Canon? Are you…seeing him?”
“No!” I swallowed my disgust. “He’s my dad.”
“Oh man,” the aggravated man started pacing back and forth. “We’ve gotta get out of here.”
“Chill out, Raoulf,” Brock instructed him. “We had sex a few nights ago, all right? That’s how I know her.”
“Why would you do this?” Her throat tightened as she waited for his answer.
“I have no time to explain here. I�
��m a shifter and an outlaw. I—”
“Stop.” Chelsey held up her hand. “Stop right there. You mean you’re part of that group that runs around causing trouble all over the country.”
Brock shook his head. “You’ve got it all wrong. Your dad wants to seize our property using eminent domain laws. If he does that, our Pack will have nowhere to roam freely. He knows that and so does all of the other lawmakers standing with him on this matter.”
“So your plan was to fuck me hard and then kidnap me to get back at my dad?”
“I had no idea who you were until tonight. We’re here to dig up and get what we can on Governor Canon including the fact that he provided funding for us shifters before he took the Governor’s role. He seems to have switched out on us real fast once we got richer.”
“So you want to blackmail him for doing his job?”
Brock paused, his gaze lowering to the ground.
Raoulf stopped pacing and approached them. “We’re outlaws, woman. Your father and the local government are trying to take almost everything away from our Pack. What do you think? We’re not going to just bow down to be trampled upon when we have a right to be here just like anybody else.”
“I don’t care who you are. I want you off my property and my land. I will call the cops on each and every one of you…including you…Brock. How’s that for blackmailing?”
The guy who hadn’t said anything since the whole exchanged laughed. “It’s three to one.”
“Listen…both of you,” Brock said. “If either of you lay a hand on her again, you will answer to me. I said that she is mine.”
His statement sent a surge of arousal straight through her. She didn’t understand it. Why was she so affected by this man?
“We’re getting the hell out of here,” one of them said. “You can stay behind.”
The two men started for the van leaving Chelsey and Brock standing there.
“Chelsey…is that your name?” Brock whispered, picking up a few locks of her hair and bringing it to his nose. “You smell like cherry pie.”
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