Cade (Alexander Shifter Brothers Book 2)

by Selina Coffey

  "What are you waiting for? Fuck me Clint." I just about managed to utter.

  Clint's lips returned to mine, and we kissed again, passionately. Our tongues entwined, tasting each other once again. The tip of his hard cock brushed over my clit as it made its way down causing a sharp intake of breath. I ran my hands down his back and onto his arse, firm and taught getting ready to thrust. Then the indescribable feeling of the tip of Clint's cock at the entrance to my welcoming pussy. Feeling its way between my sodden labia, my pussy lips closed around his cock, guiding, pulling it inside me. I pushed down on Clint's arse to make sure I could feel every last inch of him deep inside me.

  He started to fuck me, slowly at first, pulling his cock nearly all the way out so I could feel him enter me over and over again. His cock was huge, long and thick and I was thankful that I was so wet. Every little crevice of my pussy was being stimulated by it. The wet sound of sex filled the room, the smell of sex overwhelming my senses and my thoughts. I thought about moving, changing position. Maybe he would like me on all fours, maybe astride him so I could lower myself onto him. I would do anything, and I mean anything for this man!

  His cock was slamming inside me now, hard. The gentle start to our lovemaking overtaken by pure energy and instinct. Lovemaking. That's what it was. It was no longer sex. It was passion, desire, lust, love. I had sex on the rug with the other guys. This was different.

  The pent-up emotions and hormones over the last few hours were building to a crescendo, wanting release. The room started to blur; nothing else mattered as I concentrated on that wonderful feeling of being fucked by a man I had started to idolize. My pussy was on fire as he continued to fuck me, harder than I have ever been fucked before, my clit pulsing, my nipples erect and verging on painful. I felt as though I would pass out any second, giddy with desire and hunger. I knew that Clint was close, building up to his orgasm. He moved his hands down to my hips and held me tight as if to steady me. My pussy aching, about to explode was ready to receive his hot cum. I closed my eyes and pictured every drop of his creamy cum shooting inside me, filling me up.

  The top of my head started to tingle, my toes, fingers, tits all tingling. A rush of warmth from deep inside starting to overwhelm me. I felt Clint's body tense, felt his balls filled with his sticky cum slapping against my arse. Not long now. Waves of pleasure started to wash over me, building momentum and eventually racing around the moist lips of my pussy, red and swollen now. The electric sensation being drawn from every inch of my body, from my head, along my arms and legs, from my tits. From my heart. The wave frantically moving down through my body with speed, towards my aching, needy pussy lips. The desire to release was urgent now, my pussy felt like it was going to explode any second. Pleasure like I have never felt before. I opened my eyes, trying desperately to hold it back until Clint was ready. Clint arched his back; I felt his body tense, a look of pure pleasure on his face. One final thrust of his huge cock deep inside my burning pussy before I felt his first hot stream of cum squirt into the back of my pussy. Then I let go. I screamed. Pure pleasure, all the emotion released as my orgasm overwhelmed me. My body jerked, shaking uncontrollably, my body in spasm as my swollen lips and thighs closed around Clint, wanting him inside me forever. Wave after wave of ecstasy consumed my whole body completely centered on my pussy, which was now leaking Clint's cum mixed with my own onto the sheets. My body continued to pulse, my pussy still squeezing every drop of cum from his still rock hard cock until breathless and exhausted, I relaxed and collapsed into a light-headed dizzy trance on the bed.

  A few seconds after we regained our breath, some sense of consciousness returning, I heard Clint's voice, "Have you decided Jayne?"

  “Yes, I want to stay with your forever, Clint. I never want to leave, never want this to end." I managed to utter.

  Clint smiled. It may have been a trick of the dim light, but his teeth looked different, more defined. More prominent. I only managed a quick look so I couldn't be sure. As he was moving down to kiss me again, I opened my mouth, anxious to receive his soft tongue again. His face moved past my mouth and I felt his lips on my neck. He started to kiss it. Soft, passionate kisses, making me shiver again with pleasure, this time centered on my neck, building in my throat. I wrapped my arms around him and felt his teeth gently nibbling on the soft skin on my neck. I wanted him again.

  "You have made me so happy Jayne." His voice was muffled by my neck; his breath cool on me.

  I felt a pang of pain. It lasted just for a second before turning to pleasure as he sunk his teeth deep into my neck. Lost forever in his love, I willingly joined him for eternity. No regrets. I was home.

  THE END

  Part II

  Devil Love

  Vampire Romance

  About the Book

  What does a private investigator have to do with a vampire? Normally, not much, but Lexa Charles finds herself drawn into a whirlwind romance with one when he risks his life to save her.

  Lexa is a private investigator hired to follow around spouses who spend their time cheating. The pay is good. She doesn’t have to talk to anyone and she gets to work for herself; what more could a girl ask for?

  Then she takes on a client who leads her down a path that might be too much for her to handle. In fact, she gets embroiled in a case that could lead to her death until an alluring stranger saves her life. He leaves before she gets his name but then serendipity leads them back into each other’s lives and he actually needs her help. Feelings, secrets, and sensuality abound as Lexa eventually succumbs to the sensual promise of the vampire’s arms.

  Chapter One

  I couldn’t stop the cynical look that crossed my face as I watched my client, Cooper Harris, look up at his stunningly beautiful wife and smile. They were the quintessential perfect couple, unless you looked beyond the surface. His smile looked strained, clearly forced and she returned his smile with an equally false, yet radiant, one of her own. Cooper was seated at a small round private table in the front of the large elegant hall where all two hundred of their guests pottered about. Up until then his wife Hilary had been seated with him. Mrs. Harris now stood up and kissed Cooper on top of his balding head. To onlookers the gesture might have seemed sweet; however, I knew her attention to that spot must have made Cooper furious as it was a deliberate snub given that she berated him almost on a daily basis for losing his hair as if male-pattern baldness was something he could have prevented. As she walked away in a backless evening gown that left little to the imagination numerous eyes followed her as expected and warranted. I wondered where she was going and frankly from the way she had been surreptitiously guzzling back champagne all night, I was just surprised that she could even stand.

  The Harrises were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary with a vow renewal ceremony and had spent most of the night making speeches in honor of each other while holding hands in a seemingly loving manner. It would have been a moving ceremony for anyone who didn’t know the actual gritty details of their marriage. Lucky me, I thought sarcastically to myself. I knew the couple, well at least Hilary Harris, far too well. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes every time they kissed or made googly eyes at each other. I knew it wasn’t real. After all, Cooper had hired me to follow his wife who he suspected of cheating and he went as far as to invite me to this shindig. I had been invited solely to catch her in the act. I still couldn’t believe it.

  When Cooper first mentioned it, I looked at him incredulously.

  “Um... don’t you think it’ll be a little awkward for me to show up at your ceremony? I am the person stalking your wife, you know?” I said earlier that week when he appeared at my office and started filling me in on his plan. He walked in unceremoniously and requested my presence at said event. His request surprised me, to say the least. He had caught me in the middle of cleaning out the office since I was bored and short of clients. I hated being idle. I had placed a hand on my narrow hips and looked at him closely. My brown eyes wer
e skeptical of the soundness of his plan as I surveyed him.

  “I don’t trust her. I don’t trust her at all. I wouldn’t be surprised if her lover shows up at the ceremony. I just need you to get some pictures so I can divorce her and be done with it.

  I wanted to argue with him and tell him that he was being ridiculous. In my line of work, I had done some crazy things, but this was a first. However, he was a paying client, the only one I had at the time, and he was paying me well, so I shrugged my shoulders and mumbled, “You’re the boss.”

  I didn’t need to bother replying since he was already gone before the words were fully out of my mouth. Apparently, he had issued an order, not a request. No wonder she cheats, I thought to myself, Cooper’s a bit of a tyrant.

  On the night of the celebration, I shoved my lanky figure into a little black dress and slapped on lipstick and eyeliner. I gave my reflection a cursory glance and left, tucking strands of my strawberry blonde hair behind my ears. It was straight, fine, and never seemed to do what I asked, so I kept it cut into a bob that was easy for my line of work. I was a private investigator and most of my clients were disgruntled spouses. Not much of a romantic, it was the perfect job for me. I felt cheaters deserved to be caught and when I presented the evidence and the client began to ball, I was always ready with a box of Kleenex while I handed them a bill for the rest of my expenses.

  Sighing to myself, I drove to Cooper’s vow renewal ceremony thinking what an incredibly bad idea this was for at least the hundredth time, but I needed the money and Cooper paid me up front. I couldn’t disappoint him. Most of my business referrals were word of mouth and given the high percentages of divorces in my county, I figured Cooper would have a friend or two in the not too distant future who would need my help. I dropped my car off with the valet and walked purposefully up the marble steps of the hotel where the event was being held. After stopping to speak with the receptionist, I directed to the location of the ceremony.

  I didn’t know how much help I was going to be following his wife around in front of a crowd of hundreds of guests, but I did my best, making idle chitchat with the person attending the bar and then a couple of the waitresses and busboys. They just looked at me bewildered for the most part.

  “So does bartending rack in great tips as everyone says or is it barely enough to make rent? Because I have one of those jobs: Not bartending, the barely enough to make rent type of job.” I laughed at my own pitiful excuse for a joke.

  The bartender looked up at me startled. I realized then that he hadn’t even noticed that I had been standing there. Wow, was I that forgettable? I guess in my line of work that was a good thing, but jeez, I might have been pale, but I wasn’t a ghost. I narrowed my eyes at him and then made myself relax. I couldn’t force him to talk to me and I figured I was frightening the poor guy by loitering at the bar and not ordering anything anyway. He finally shrugged in reply. Apparently, he wasn’t expected to actually speak with the guests. I stared at him waiting for him to say something more, but when he just grunted and started cleaning the counters, I supposed I’d just go to the bathroom and hang out there instead.

  I wasn’t exactly an introvert, but I didn’t feel like making chitchat with any of the guests who most likely would eventually ask how I knew Cooper or Hillary. I wasn’t the type who told lies just for the fun of it, too risky in my opinion. I preferred anonymity whenever I worked a case and frankly, it was too mentally tasking for me to keep up with lies that I would have to tell random strangers. After a while, it just all muddles in my head so I normally kept to myself whenever I had to get in character for a client.

  I noticed that Hillary was still missing and I wanted to see on my way to the bathroom if maybe she was in the hall somewhere, maybe making a call to her lover or something equally salacious. I hooked a left to the bathroom when I didn’t see Hillary and briefly wondered where she could have gone. I then shrugged to myself remembering that I hadn’t been expecting my appearance here to actually make a big difference in my case anyway, so I figured how much trouble could the misses get into if I was only gone for a few minutes?

  I walked into the fancy restroom. The countertops were marble and looked like stone I would expect to see in an old world mansion. I could hear classical music playing in the background. The restroom smelled like candy and roses and there were plenty of little mints for me to help myself. Being a little cheap and given that they were all individually wrapped, I dumped some in my purse, looking around to see if I would get caught. I thought I was the only one in the restroom, but better safe than sorry, I said to myself feeling like a greedy kid in the candy store.

  Just when I was about to freshen up the lipstick I had chewed off, I heard a noise. I instantly jerked around to see where it had come from. It sounded as if someone was breathing heavily. Then I heard multiple oohs and ahhs, moans and groans. They were loud enough for me to pinpoint the location to a stall not too far behind me.

  I knew the hotel where the party was being held was not a trashy establishment by any stretch of the imagination, but I immediately understood that someone was getting it on, using the bathroom as their own personal hook up room. Not wanting to disturb them, I was about to give them their privacy when I saw a shoe hit the ground and roll from under the stall.

  It wasn’t just any shoe. It was vintage Ferragamo, exactly what Hillary had been wearing. The chances that someone else would be wearing the same shoe were slim, I reasoned. Apparently, Hillary had also taken a bathroom break, but she had brought company. Which meant, Cooper had been right: His wife was daring enough to meet up with her lover in public and during their vow renewal ceremony no less. The woman had no scruples. I felt bad for Cooper even if he were a little bossy, he didn’t deserve to be cheated on and I instantly felt guilty for my earlier feelings when I called him a tyrant. Hoping that what I considered a good deed would make me feel better and finally end the weeks of following Hillary around from shop to shop, I immediately sprang into action.

  I looked around, knowing I would need to be quick before someone else arrived. I had a little selfie stick that people used to extend their reach when taking selfies. I had doctored it so that it could swivel in different directions. It had come in handy on more than one occasion. I adjusted it so it would face away from me. I knew that if I were careful, I could just stand in the stall next to them, raise the selfie stick and get as many pictures as possible. So that’s what I did. I walked as quickly and quietly as I could into the other stall and took photos of the action going on next to me. There was so much moaning and groaning that no one heard a thing. At least, that’s what I thought as I smugly put my camera away and then heard the words, “Hey! What’s that?”

  I hightailed it out of the stall, just barely disappearing through the bathroom doors as I heard their stall door bang open. I dashed into a supply closet that was to the right of me and held my breath. My heartbeat was racing. That had been a close one.

  About five minutes later, just as my heartbeat was returning to normal, I moved to leave, but someone turned the knob before I could get there. Instantly, I reached for the nearest item I could find, a broom, and picked it up ready to pounce on whoever it was when a house cleaner in full uniform looked in and screamed upon seeing me.

  “Oh wow, I apparently had way too much to drink,” I said slurring my words deliberately trying to appear tipsy, “I thought this was the bathroom. Can you point me in the direction of the party, Eleanor?” I said peering at her nametag.

  She nodded, still trying to figure out what I was doing in the supply closet. I gave her a cheery smile and walked away whistling softly to myself.

  That evening, as soon as I arrived home, I tossed my dress in the corner, sat down on my couch wearing nothing but my undies, and started going through the pictures. I was pretty impressed by how good the selfie stick worked. I had shots of Mrs. Harris at all angles. Many of them, I hadn’t wanted to see. It seemed that Mrs. Harris was the adventurous sort and ver
y flexible. I turned my head to the side, studying one picture in particular, trying to see how one could possibly get into such a position in the tight confines of a bathroom stall. Feeling impressed, although I knew I shouldn’t have been, I quickly answered my phone distractedly when it rang.

  “Hello, this is Lexa.” I said not bothering to look at the caller ID. I only had one client now, Cooper Harris, and he always called at the same time, everyday; hence, I figured it was just my friend Christopher.

  When Christopher didn’t immediately say anything, I looked at the phone and realized that it was an unknown number. There was breathing on the phone and I went to hang up when someone began talking.

  “Hello, Lexa. You shouldn’t have gotten involved.”

  “Excuse me?” I said, thinking it was some sort of prank, but then how would they know my name? I looked down at the phone about to demand to know who was on the other line when the voice continued, “You have some photos that you shouldn’t have. And we want them back.”

  I felt a chill go up my spine. I didn’t scare easily, but the voice was ominous. I was instantly afraid, but was determined not to show it. “Who are we?”

  “It doesn’t matter. Just bring the camera and the pictures to 3rd Street Bridge tomorrow at 8pm. Wait for us in front of Jackson’s Bar and Grill or we’ll break every bone in your body. Is that clear?”

  “I don’t have to do anything you say.” I managed to get out trying to add defiance to my voice.