The muscles in his chest tightened when she scraped her teeth over the taut bud. His cock pressed against her belly, hard and insistent. She licked her way across to the other nipple and gave it equal treatment. The tension in the hands at her shoulders told her that her time grew short.
“There’s one other treat I need to taste before you decide you’ve had enough.” She smoothed her hands over his chest, smearing the remaining chocolate and whipped cream together.
She grabbed the chocolate and eased down his body. With a flick of her thumb, she opened it and drizzled the sauce over his cock. She didn’t waste any time.
She craved his taste. She fought against his control, but also her desires. The flaring hunger within her urged her to climb back up his body and take his cock deep into her pussy.
Her tongue circled the rounded head. A muffled curse told her that he approached his limits. Her head dipped. She took more of the shaft.
He groaned. The rough sound and the feel of his hands urging her downward told her how much he wanted this. A feeling of power washed over her. She sucked at his cock, before drawing back and trailing her tongue over the round head.
“You’ll drive me right out of my head.” He threaded his fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to come in your mouth, but I have to feel your lips around me.”
She took his cock back into her mouth, sucking it deeper. When the head nudged her throat, she gagged a little. She backed off before trying again, swallowing when he slid deep.
His groans filled her ears, the sounds making her hotter. The grip of his hands in her hair guided her head up and down. She scraped her teeth over him on the upward stroke and sucked hard before again descending. He pulled her off after a few more strokes. She heard his hand slap on the night table.
He pressed her down to the bedding, his chocolate-smeared body moving over hers. His cock brushed against her leg. He took a moment to roll on a condom. Tension tightened his muscles. She could see his hands shaking.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, eager to feel his cock inside her. He reached between them and guided his cock to her entrance. With a roll of his hips, his cock pushed into her. She moaned.
“Are you okay?” He stilled, his hands bracing him above her.
“Yes, move.” She dug her nails into his shoulder. She arched, lifting into him.
God, she burned for him. Those pheromones of theirs kept her at a low burn. It didn’t take much to rev her to a higher peak.
He pulled back. His green eyes glittered with intensity. She lifted into him. He rocked into her. She bit her lips when his cock filled her. The feel of his thick shaft enflamed her hunger. She loved the full, tight sensation.
She focused on his face and saw the white glint of pointed fangs. His eyes darkened. The muscles on his face became more prominent. The sight of the animal within him should have stopped the desire like a shower of cold water. However, her body responded as if a wave of liquid heat poured over her.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head down to her. With a fleeting kiss, she nibbled at his lips and kissed him. She thrust her tongue against his in a desperate need to push him into moving.
With a rough groan, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her. His hips surged, pressing his cock into her. The desire rose higher each time the thick shaft drove deep. His lips feasted on hers, and his teeth nibbled at her lips.
She lifted into the strokes, gasping when his hips lunged hard against her. Pleasure waited tantalizingly out of reach. She clutched at him, her body seeking that peak. Her pussy clenched around his cock.
“Logan.” His name escaped on a soft plea. She was aroused and too excited to say more.
His hips ground against her. A low growl rumbled from him. He wrapped his arms around her. She wriggled underneath him. He rolled until she straddled. With one hand, he gripped her hips, guiding her into a frenzied pace. The other reached between them and stroked her clit.
Her breath seized in her chest. She toppled forward, but caught herself before bracing her hands on the bed. He lifted his head and captured one of the nipples, sucking hard. She strained over him. Her heart pounded against her chest.
She stiffened. Pleasure swelled and exploded through her. Her fingers clenched on the sheet. She kept heaving up to extend the piercing sensation.
Logan continued to drive into her. While he bucked into her, he guided her hips. Each stroke sent aftershocks rippling through her. His body tensed and his hips slammed upward. Another low growl rumbled through him when he came. The muscles in his face and neck tightened. She couldn’t take her eyes off the muscle where his neck and shoulder met.
She collapsed onto his chest and savored the lingering thrills. For a few moments, she thought of nothing but the pleasure he’d given her. It didn’t take long though before she started wondering. That fixation on his neck confused her. She’d swear she felt a tingling at her gums, although it was gone now.
“Damn, baby, next time, bring some honey. I’ll show you how much a bear likes to lick.” Logan nuzzled her ear.
She smiled. Honey, chocolate and whipped cream. She could lick that off him. “I’ll give it some thought.”
“Come on. We have to clean ourselves up and then the bed.” Logan sat up. His cock slid out of her, drawing a moan from both of them.
“I brought the sheet. All we have to change is that.” Chloe looked over his shoulder and saw a big brown spot to the side of where they were lying. She grimaced. Oops.
“Yeah, I don’t think the bottle was capped that last time you put it down. I realized a moment ago I was lying in a puddle of syrup.” Logan smiled.
“Damn, such a waste of good chocolate.” She shook her head.
He shook his head at her. “Come on. I want to hold you a little while before we get to round two.”
“How about round two in the shower?” She raised her eyebrows and grinned at him.
“We’ll see what we can do. Up.” He gripped her hips.
She sat up and eased off the side of the bed. She could feel the sticky chocolate on her breasts and stomach. Yes, she did need to wash this off, but she wouldn’t mind wearing it a little longer if she could hold him.
She followed him into the bathroom. Just outside the shower, he curled an arm around her. His lips pressed to her neck, just beneath her ear.
“We definitely can do, Chloe.” He guided her into the shower and pressed her back against the wall.
Chapter Twenty-Two
He’d rather be anywhere than here, even out on patrol. Why can’t something happen to drag me out of the damn office?
Jason sat at his desk. His fingers flitted across the keyboard as he filled in the forms of a report. It was the most tedious part of the job, worse than sitting and waiting on a stakeout. He focused on the task. He knew he’d best get the chore done now or it would only take longer to finish.
“Jason?” A female voice drew his attention away from the report.
Jason looked up from his computer screen and saw a pretty, young brown-haired officer standing in front of his desk. He smiled at the young woman. He didn’t remember seeing her before, but admitted he could have missed her.
He’d been wrapped up in cases for a few months. That was before he met Chloe. After discovering their mate wandering around the area, he’d focused on finding her, not other women.
“Yes?” He raised a brow in question. He leaned back in the chair and stretched to ease the kinks out of his shoulders.
“You have an assignment. I was given this for you.” She held out a piece of paper.
Jason took the piece of paper from her and read the address and summary of the call. Someone called in a tip that a woman in an apartment complex knew something about the multiple druggings. It landed on his desk because the person said the poisonings happened because the attackers hated shapeshifters.
“Damn.” Jason sighed. This would have to land on his desk when Gary had left to go to a
doctor’s appointment with his wife. “Gary’s out. I’ll have to round up someone else to ride with me.”
John had ordered that all tips would be checked with a partner. After they’d tried to dart John, he hoped to keep others safe with the precaution. Jason wouldn’t push John on this.
They had little to no evidence of who was behind this. In addition to that, Jason had no desire to make himself a target for the assholes behind this. Becoming a casualty in one of those mass druggings had been bad enough.
“I’ll go with you,” Dan Howard piped up from two desks down. “I finished the last of my paperwork and am free.”
“Great.” Jason shut down his computer before he grabbed his jacket and his pistol.
He and Dan left the station. They drove to the apartment building near the center of town in an area filled with shops and things to do. The multilevel structure rose into the sky at least ten stories.
The building boasted a gym and pool to tempt new residents. Its location near clubs, parks, and stores also made it a hot place to rent. Not bad, but he’d feel trapped there. His bear needed more space.
“What apartment number?” Dan asked when they got out of the car.
“Four thirteen. The woman who contacted us heard it from a friend.” Jason began walking to the entrance of the building.
“Hallelujah for gossipy friends.” Dan smiled, showing a lot of teeth. “With any luck, this will lead us right to the bastards.”
Jason seconded that hope but wouldn’t believe it until he heard the woman’s story. This could be someone hoping to get back at a friend or someone who wanted to talk.
The apartment building had security doors that had to be opened via an access card or a tenant. They contacted apartment four thirteen, and the woman buzzed them inside. Jason glanced around the open lobby area. Although groupings of seating dotted the lobby, he didn’t see anyone there at the moment. Someone arranged plants in clusters, offering some color amid the cream and white of the walls and floor.
He and Dan waited for the elevator. They rode it up to the fourth floor. The door opened and Jason strode out first. Something whizzed by his head. He whipped his head, following the movement. What the hell was that?
“Down, Jase! Dart!” Dan yelled.
Fucking hell, trap! Jason dropped into a crouch, gliding to the side of the hallway, searching for cover. A plant offered a miniscule bit of shelter. He hunkered behind it as best he could.
He tried to catch a glimpse of who shot the projectile. He spotted a man near the end of the hallway with a dart gun. Another dart hit the wall.
“Damn, Jase, get back here before you get darted.”
Two options. Straight ahead after the son of a bitch or retreat back to the elevator. The man with the gun turned and ran.
Jason followed. He heard Dan’s footsteps hitting the floor behind him. Jason slowed when he approached the corner, glancing around to make sure this wasn’t another trap. He saw the man hit the door at the end of the hallway.
Jason ran after him. The man grabbed the door handle and ripped the door open. Jason caught a glimpse of a stairwell beyond the man. He charged after him. He grabbed the door handle and followed the man’s scent down the stairs.
Jason caught sight of the man when he reached the bottom of the third-floor steps. By the time the man reached the first floor, Jason was right on his ass. The man made it out of the stairwell, which opened into a parking garage.
Jason leapt at him, wrapping his arms around the man and taking him to the floor. The man struggled. He tried to wriggle out from under Jason, but the man couldn’t match Jason’s strength. The fox shooter had nothing on a whyrbear.
The sound of an engine starting nearby caught Jason’s attention. Claws scratched over Jason’s arm’s ripping his shirt. Jason grabbed the man’s hands before he could slash open his arms. He pulled him to his feet. A car swung out of a slot nearby.
Jason didn’t know who drove the car or if the driver was part of the conspiracy. He had to secure the man so that he couldn’t escape. This fox could help break the case wide open. Not to mention the woman in the apartment.
A trap had been laid. She had to be involved in some way. She might have been forced to participate, but that was something they’d have to investigate. Any information they could gain would help narrow down the people behind the attacks.
“Here, Jase.” Dan stepped forward and secured one of the man’s wrists with a cuff.
Jason turned the man to allow Dan to secure the other hand. Jason took a deep breath, trying to calm his adrenaline. His bear did not want to leave the man in one piece. Jason fought the anger at being targeted. He managed to control the animal’s urges to remove all threats in the most expedient way possible. Ripping and beating the fox to a pulp sounded good.
“Call for back up. I’ll hold our wriggly little friend.” Jason kept a firm hand on the man, who tried to wrench free of his hold.
“I managed a short call in the elevator. I don’t know if you heard. I will call with an update on our location and the situation. No accidents with that man. Although the type of whyr he is gives us more than we had, I hope we can get more than that from him.” Dan shot a glance at the man when he kicked back at Jason.
The man’s boot slammed into Jason’s shin.
“Well, that’s one more charge.” Jason winced.
He read the man his rights to ensure that step wasn’t overlooked. The first charge would require more information about what they had planned, but the second was assault on a police officer. The first could be attempted poisoning or attempted murder, depending on what they loaded in those darts.
Jason’s muscles relaxed when another officer came and took that man off his hands. As they tried to place the prisoner into a cruiser, the man fought against the officers. It didn’t surprise Jason. Foxes could be stubborn.
Jason gave his statement and went back to the station. Someone else would have the duty of rounding up the woman in apartment four thirteen. If she was still there.
Jason would like to know her story, but because he was involved in the incident, he couldn’t be part of that interview. He could watch it, though, and that’s what he intended to do.
When Jason walked down the hallway, he smelled a few unfamiliar scents. The shapeshifters and humans on the police force he discounted. A strange fox scent as well as that of a strange male human hung in the air. Jason strode down to the viewing room and entered it. Two techs sat in front of monitors watching the video.
“Hey, Jase, I heard about that fox shooting darts at you. You want to see his interrogation or the woman and man they brought in with him?” Jack Randall swiveled the chair and flashed a smile.
“The woman and the male interest me more. I know what the asshole fox did. I do hope he spills more of what they’re after.” Jason pulled over a chair and looked at the monitors.
“They’ve been put in the interrogation rooms. The human is already getting antsy. I don’t know if this is what he signed on for.” Jack indicated one of the monitors, which showed a man sitting in a chair behind a table, but he fidgeted.
First, he messed with the cuffs on his white shirt and then he began moving. Small adjustments of his position. His hands rested on the table for a moment, before he put them in his lap. He scooted the chair a little forward, but slid it back.
The woman on one of the other screens sat in front of the table. Her hands rested on the table. She stared straight ahead, her head held high and her posture rigid.
He recognized her. Brooke Redfern. She seemed relaxed, but her jaw clenched tight. Her eyes narrowed when she looked around the room. She wasn’t nervous. That woman was angry.
“Thought I’d find you in here. You can watch, but do not interfere. I’m putting two officers on this who haven’t been involved in any of the darting or drugging incidents.” John walked into the room.
Jason could understand why he did that. First, another person would be less emotional. S
econd, there couldn’t be any inference of misconduct by the officers. Since Jason wanted these people stopped, everything had to be in order.
At first, the interview proceeded normally. The human answered the basic questions. His name and where he worked. Dale Williams. He worked as a security guard at the hospital.
When they asked what he was doing in the apartment, the human hesitated noticeably. He took a breath. His body tensed a little. After a moment, he said that the woman in the apartment was his girlfriend.
Jason didn’t believe that. The woman was a fox and from a family known for staying within the fox community. They weren’t completely antihuman like some of the other foxes. On the other hand, they’d never dated humans either.
The interviewer, Maccallum “Cal” Bryant, didn’t buy that either. “Your girlfriend, Brooke? All right, where does your girlfriend work?”
The man gaped at the interviewer. His mouth worked a little before he answered. “She works in a law office.”
“No, she doesn’t. Care to try again?” Cal asked with a smile.
“She’s a secretary,” Dale said. His hand tightened into a fist.
“Why don’t we move on to something you might be able to answer? Why were you at the apartment today? And let me remind you, we do have the woman in custody. Will your stories match? Did it have something to do with your degree in chemistry, security guard?”
The man grimaced. “I don’t know if I want to answer that.”
“What those darts contain will determine your charges. Do you plan to wait and have the others start talking? They’ll take a deal. Or will you grab the opportunity?” Cal leaned back, tipping his chair onto two legs.
The others wouldn’t talk in the near future. They’d need a little more incentive than being caught. They had ties to their den to encourage them to keep them quiet. One or two foxes might have engineered it, but the focus seemed too broad for a small conspiracy. Based on past experience, he thought a whole group or family planned it. Someone in a higher position within fox society knew who was behind these attacks, if not involved.
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