Satisfying Extortion [The Extortionists 2] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)
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The Extortionists 2
Satisfying Extortion
Suzette Phillips has not only managed to gain the attention of a killer, but she also manages to attract three bad-asses who seemingly believe she belongs to them. As if her situation couldn’t be much worse, Suzette discovers she’s mated to these bikers and they’re racing against time to consummate their claims.
Kurt, Marcus, and Blaez are known for bedding the ladies and tracking extortionists. Vigilantes with a blood thirst for stopping a killer, these biker-shifters are doomed for change the second they stumble upon their mate, but spotting her and claiming her are two different beasts altogether.
To complicate matters more, Marcus and Blaez can’t escape their seedy recent past. When the extortionist strikes again, he smacks below the belt with harrowing truths. Soon, a club prospect falls victim to the very villain the MC has tried to destroy. And Suzette must decide if she will embrace her fated love or fight it every step of the way.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 25,406 words
SATISFYING EXTORTION
The Extortionists 2
Natalie Acres
SIREN LOVEEDGE
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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SATISFYING EXTORTION
Copyright © 2014 by Natalie Acres
E-book ISBN: 978-1-63258-589-9
First E-book Publication: October 2014
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
About the Author
SATISFYING EXTORTION
The Extortionists 2
NATALIE ACRES
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
“Why don’t you scoot on up here and sit on my face?” Celebrating his thirtieth birthday at the Bold and Free clubhouse, Kurt Dandridge wasn’t just tying one on. He was as drunk as a skunk and unable to perform. Never in his thirty years had he experienced such a profound disgrace.
To add insult to injury, his partner for the hour was Eva Mallory. Considered sleeker than a brand new Harley with all the bells and whistles, Eva wasn’t an average club broad. Still a little wet behind the ears, some men compared her to a premium machine waiting for the right biker to roll her off the showroom floor and give her one helluva ride.
Eva possessed extraordinary gifts and natural curves, but Kurt wouldn’t learn of her performance value anytime soon. The only thing he could do at the moment was touch her silken skin and dream of better days, which wouldn’t have been a problem if Eva had left him alone.
He’d been nodding off for the better part of an hour, but Eva wouldn’t grant him the courtesy of sleep. Supposedly someone encouraged her to show him a good time and she wasn’t about to walk away from the experience without some sort of bragging rights to an intimate incident between them.
“It’s your birthday, Kurt.” She nudged his hip with hers. “I’ll do the sucking.”
“I didn’t say anything about sucking, lover.” Kurt slurred his words. He paused between independent syllables as simple phrases fell like boulders from his parched lips.
The room was spinning. His head was splitting. To make matters worse, he saw a couple of Evas and every last one of those bitches wanted to fuck him.
“Bring that sweet pussy on up here and I’ll treat ya right,” Kurt promised, thinking about another woman, one he could’ve sworn he’d seen a long time ago.
Her jet-black hair cascaded over solid shoulders and her ivory-snow skin blushed just so when she shot him a smile. The fantasy rolled through his mind’s eye over and over again and seldom varied. He could make out her facial features and the fullness in her chest but whenever he started to dip his gaze a little lower and take in the whole daydream, she disappeared in his mind somewhere.
Slightly disturbed, Kurt rolled over to his side. The woman in his head must’ve been famous since he knew for a blamed fact he hadn’t personally enjoyed her. He was sort of pissed because Eva wasn’t the woman he’d imagined and a little irked when he couldn’t remember where he’d seen the fantasized gal.
“It’s your birthday,” Eva hummed. “Let me help you celebrate.”
“What part of I’m drunk don’t ya get?” He was a second shy of being a son of a bitch.
Instead of acting like a real ass, he reached behind his back, grabbed a feather-filled pillow and snuggled close. Maybe now Eva would get the message.
He was tired, or more accurately, good and slop
py. A smarter woman would’ve heeded the earlier advice from the more experienced club broads. He specifically remembered a few of them slinging words of wisdom in Eva’s direction.
“The fellas plan to get him soused early,” one of them had said.
If Eva had wanted a piece of him, she should’ve propositioned him earlier that afternoon. Since then, he’d gulped down a few dozen shots and put away a number of cold ones. He’d slurped a fruity beverage or two and toasted his birthday with a single malt scotch in one hand and vodka in the other.
Apparently every biker from Atlanta to the Canadian border had heard about his birthday party. They’d stopped by to pay their respects. Kurt nearly gagged on the thought.
Yeah, buddy. They’d come to see another badass succumb to the mating call.
Here he was ninety days or less away from meeting his woman and he couldn’t even manage a hard-on for Eva, quite possibly the finest looking woman in the South. To make matters worse, she possessed a firm body made specifically for endurance fucking.
Again he fantasized about the breathtaking gal with a dazzling smile. Shucks. She probably didn’t even exist.
Just super, he mused. He was cuddling with a pillow, thinking about a woman he’d imagined in his mind while ignoring the hot gal beside him.
He’d make it up to Eva later. Yeah, buddy. He could think a mean thought or two when he couldn’t so much as stroke that thing.
“You’re missing out.” Eva must’ve been somewhere across the room. Her voice echoed with a reverberating quality. Each syllable seemingly resounded with an added boing, boing, boing.
“I could’ve put you to bed with the sweetest of dreams.”
Boing. Boing. Boing.
Kurt wished she’d just shut the fuck up.
He couldn’t understand why a woman like Eva wanted to be a club broad anyway. The way she looked, not to mention those apparent charitable qualities she possessed, she should’ve been a billionaire’s banged-up bride.
Then again, he should’ve been sober enough to enjoy such a lovely prize. A helluva good time should’ve been had. Instead, somebody else would soon enjoy his birthday present, a gift that would keep on giving until the wee hours of a drawn-out morning.
* * * *
Blaez tucked his hands behind his neck and watched Eva’s head bounce over his cock. “That’s good. Right there, babe. Ah yeah. You’re doing a real fine job, sugar.”
Marcus, a Bold and Free brother from another chapter, hurriedly rummaged through the dresser looking for condoms. Blaez should’ve told him to take his time. Instead, he taunted him and said, “You’d best hurry if you want some of this.”
“We got all night, man,” Marcus muttered. He opened and slammed drawers.
“Says you.” As far as Blaez was concerned, Eva was the first broad in a short line of many. There were over a hundred women there for Kurt’s birthday party. Blaez typically kept his conquests to five or less and he never fucked more than one in the same week, but he still liked to flirt and carry on. An Alpha tracker had certain responsibilities and mingling with the babes kept future companion options open.
Blaez shut his eyes and enjoyed the tight squeeze from Eva’s giving mouth. She closed around his cock and slurped like crazy. “Ah yeah. There we go. Suck, sugar. Just like that.”
Mercy hell, he could blow if she’d speed things up a bit. She tightened her lips around his dick and clumsily fluttered her tongue along the shaft.
“Come on, babe. You can do a little better than that.”
Marcus located the box of rubbers and fumbled with the package’s safety seal. “Greedy son of a bitch, are ya?”
“You know it.” Blaez threw his head back. “Make me come, sugar.”
Eva paused at Blaez’s tip and doused his pulsing head with a series of pecks.
What the hell’s she doing now?
“What’s your hurry?” She fluttered those false eyelashes.
“You aren’t here to spend time with us,” Blaez reminded her. The broads weren’t paid to fuck around with club members. They were on their knees or on their backs because they enjoyed sex and servicing the club was part of the tradeoff for room and board.
“Kurt seemed to think I was paid.” She continued to shower his prick with wet kisses.
Blaez would soon tire of this sort of dull foreplay.
“Sweetie, tonight Kurt would’ve believed you were his blushing bride if you’d told him as much,” Marcus said.
“He’s right,” Blaez agreed, guiding her back to his cock. “Regardless of why you’re here now, you were supposed to be in Kurt’s bed tonight.”
“I don’t hear you complaining.” Her demeanor changed as she lowered her head over his rigid cock again. Her tongue whipped around his shaft and she pulled him between her cheeks with a much firmer suction. Apparently he’d pissed her off. He didn’t doubt it a bit when those sharp teeth raked against his shaft and she took him from pleasure’s door straight to hell’s gates.
“Damn it!” He bolted forward and grabbed a handful of the vixen’s hair, yanking her off his cock. “What the ever lovin’ hell are you doing?”
Pain blasted through his rod as he bit back outright rage. “Show some fucking mercy!”
Marcus snickered. “What was it you said about schooling the new broad?”
“Shut up, Marcus,” Blaez grumbled, gauging Eva’s expression. Had she deliberately tried to injure him?
She appeared dumbfounded and far too innocent. A genuine look of concern washed across her face and her eyes flooded with tears. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You almost bit it off, apparently,” Marcus told her.
Good thing, too. Blaez couldn’t utter much more than a painful groan.
Blaez shot Marcus a sideways glance. They had a rule between them. They didn’t share women unless they were in their late twenties.
Vince Daniels, Atlanta’s Bold and Free VP, had developed a nasty little habit. He’d started recruiting the younger gals.
The closer Daniels inched toward his thirtieth birthday, the younger the broads. The one staring back at him was inevitably closer to twenty-one than twenty-nine and probably less experienced than any other woman at the club.
“Fuck me,” Blaez grumbled, feeling his dick shrink an inch or so.
“I will.” Eva went to her knees and gently swung one shapely leg over his hips. “If that’s all you wanted, you should’ve said something.”
“Hang on there a minute.” Blaez gripped her hips and stopped her from sitting on his dick. He didn’t ride bareback with anybody and later, he’d explain why she shouldn’t risk it either.
“We don’t fuck without protection,” Marcus informed her.
“I’m clean and on the pill.”
“So are the broads out there who’ve lived here for over five years,” Marcus said in a gruff voice.
Marcus wasn’t a flowers and romance kind of guy. He couldn’t talk to women, so he used sex for his primary means of communication.
After tossing a box of rubbers on the bed, Marcus undressed. “We’ll put a few of these to good use.”
Eva stared at the protection and Marcus blew out an exaggerated breath. “You have seen condoms before. Haven’t you?”
“Of course,” she replied flippantly. Then she tucked free-falling locks of hair behind her ears and asked, “You like me. Don’t you, boys?”
She’d asked them the same question at least a dozen times. Apparently when Kurt passed out, she’d taken his lack of interest personally.
“You’ll do, kid,” Blaez replied, deciding on a pet name she’d probably appreciate given the fact she sought out praise.
“What’s not to like?” Marcus joined them and immediately dragged her to him. At first, he acted like he might plant a lingering kiss on her lips, but then he pushed down on her shoulders. “Give me head, sweetness. I’m not big on tasting my best friend’s cock.”
Seemingly unmoved by his remark, Eva left a t
rail of kisses on his chest and belly before she caught his dick between her lips and pulled him inside that untrained mouth. She glided up and down, her complete focus reserved for Marcus then.
Blaez parted his legs and relaxed on the bed, finding more pleasure watching Eva with Marcus than he’d enjoyed when she’d been riding him with those full pouty lips. About the time Marcus winced, Blaez easily remembered why.
Her bite was sharp enough to make a man forget the contentment found in an occasional swipe from a velvety tongue.
“Easy there, sweet woman,” Marcus crooned, feeding her his cock again.
Damn if Marcus wasn’t a brave solider in the battle for complete satisfaction. One biting scrape had been enough to last Blaez a lifetime.
Instead of taking Marcus again, Eva released a rough breath and rocked back on her heels. “I’m not doing this right.”
Blaez rolled the condom over his cock and motioned for her. “How many times have you given head, girl?”
“I’m not a girl…or a kid,” she bit out, leaving the mattress. Standing next to the bed, she placed one hand on her hip and extended her leg. The striking pose made Blaez a little hornier and he couldn’t help but stare at the small patch of damp hair nestled between her legs. He preferred his women waxed but a little fuzz didn’t necessarily turn him off.
Marcus shot Blaez a disapproving glance. Yep, he sure enough understood what was on Blaez’s mind. He was all but willing him not to ask her the twenty-one “stroke or no-stroke” question.
“How old are you, Eva?”
“Damn it, Blaez. You just had to—”
“I’m twenty-seven,” Eva stated flatly. “What? Did you think I was younger?”