Chance Lost

by Jo Larue

  While Trey worked, he marveled at the magnitude of the project. To him, she was tough but more feminine somehow. She showed him compassion and that is something you don’t see in survivalists. She could have killed him and she didn’t. That made her different and unique in his book. He also wondered at how much money Chance actually kept in her bank account. There was several million being spent on the build and he was sure he was under guessing it.

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  Trey used his breaks exploring the other areas of the property where there was even more construction. He was surprised again at her ingenuity. Power supplies from four different sources. Rick showed him the site plans when they started the digs for the septic and well. He knew now she was going solar. This site would be 99% green, with the exception of her gas tank. If she handled her own stock and grew her own vegetables, Chance would never have to go off property. Trey had to admit he was impressed with it all.

  Now all he needed was the patience to wait for her to come back here. He hoped it was sooner than later. He needed to get to her before the tracker did. He really didn’t relish the idea of having to go in and get her from Craven. He understood his chances of it happening were slim to none. Craven wanted him too and probably had teams looking for him as well. Trey was using the old adage, “Hidden within plain sight,” and hoped the pack would not venture out here with all the construction going on. He was playing with a lot of ifs these days and he knew he was on thin ice with it all. One slip up and all his work would flush down the proverbial crapper.

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  Chance woke up with Sylas wrapped around her and she felt his warm skin against hers. She smiled. He was under the comforter for the first time and she liked the feeling. She wanted to stay this way and not move, but the urge to relieve her full bladder was too great. She slipped out from his arms and walked over to the bathroom. A wolf whistle followed her in. It brought on a fit of giggles. “Hey! I thought you were a cat, not a wolf!”

  She took care of business and came out wondering why he hadn’t replied. What greeted her at the door caught her off guard and she stepped back before thinking about it. Sylas had shifted into a rather large black wolf with green eyes. He gave her a version of what sounded like a laugh, but it came out in quick huffs. Chance lowered to her knees and moved over to him, throwing her arms around him. She buried her head into the fur at his neck. Laughing, she said “You are beautiful to me, no matter what form you are in, Sylas Taiken.”

  Sylas shifted back and she noticed he was dressed only in his boxers. “I still can’t decide if I like those better on me or you, sexy Sylas.” Chance blushed when he grinned at her and waggled his brows. He pulled her to him and lowered her to the floor. “I much prefer them on you, Chance Cadens. May I kiss you or do I need to go looking for a sports cup first?”

  “Oooo, I don’t know. Hmmm. Can you kiss me? Should I let you off the hook yet?” Chance put a finger on her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. Sylas raised an eyebrow at her and she lost control in another fit of giggles. Matters worsened when he started tickling her. She was gasping for air when she finally called Uncle.

  Sylas bent over her slowly, asking her with his eyes for permission. She reached up and pulled him to her waiting lips. She was reminded again why he was her future mate. His kisses made her body tingle from head to toe. Her core melted into a fire pit of molten need. She pulled back gasping again, but this time it was for another reason. She wanted him and could feel his need for her pressing into her thigh.

  Sylas shushed her before she could say anything with his finger pressed to her lower lip. “It’s okay, baby. Your body and scent do this to me every time I’m around you. It isn’t time for that yet and I’m ready to wait.”

  He kissed her again and then moved to her ear with his kisses. Whispering hotly into her neck, he said, “It is time, however, for a little nibble to help your change. Do you want it, Chance? I can smell your desire, baby. I can ease it, but I will need to touch you.” Chance felt her heart rate increase with every word he said. She could only nod, silenced with desire.

  “Close your eyes, Chance. Just let the feelings flow through and around you.” She felt his hands at her waist. Sylas turned her so her back was against his chest. They were sitting up with her between his legs. Sylas began by running his hands up and down her arms lightly, and then he used one to pull her hair to one side, exposing her neck. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and he pulled it to the side as well. He tasted her skin with his tongue and breathed against her now damp skin. With her eyes closed it seemed to increase what she was feeling ten fold. One of his hands moved under her arm and caressed the skin just under her breast. She took hold of his hand and moved it up, arching into it, wanting more.

  Sylas took her signal and moved his other free hand to caress both at the same time. He pulled and pinched her now hardened nipples. His movements were causing her to tingle with need; her core dripping with it. She felt him tug her hair, pulling her head back, giving him access to her mouth. He drove his tongue in deep and she sucked on it, causing his inner beast to purr. She felt his canines extend and it only seemed to excite her more. She released his tongue, moaning at what his hands were doing to her. One was at a nipple and the other was snaking down her belly. She didn’t stop him, lost in his touch, she wanted him there to ease her need.

  Sylas moved his hand under the waistband of the boxers she had on and the other moved under her t-shirt to play with her bare breast. He nibbled at her shoulder with light kisses and nips that weren’t breaking the skin. She felt his fingers reach her core and she arched into his chest needing more. Her body was nearly vibrating now.

  “Keep your eyes closed baby, feel me touching you. Feel the pleasure I’m giving you with my hands.” She answered him with a needy moan as a finger parted her folds and ran around the exterior, spreading her juices. His thumb circled her nub, and her hips were grinding into his hand, matching the rhythm of his thumb. Sylas moved his hand and thumb faster, building friction where she wanted it most. She was close to losing control when she felt him sink his teeth into her shoulder. All at once she exploded, screaming his name. Chance collapsed back into his chest, but he wasn’t done yet. He brought her to orgasmic heaven three more times before he picked her up and moved them both to the bed. He pulled her shirt and boxers off, wanting to see her body as he made her scream several times more, this time with his very talented tongue and mouth.

  While they were relaxing in each other’s arms Chance realized she would have no hesitations when the time came. The very last fear vanished with his loving touch. Over the last few weeks Sylas had done nothing but show her what real love was and she wanted it with every fiber of her being. Nothing else mattered, the pain of abuse, losing her Sensei, and all the trials of her young life melted away. While she thought about it more, she realized that even the involuntary flinching was gone. She could not imagine how she became so lucky as to have this man in her life. He became her everything and she was determined to keep him, forever and a day.

  Chapter 31

  Craven stared at the unfortunate pack member lying dead on the floor in front of him. He smiled. The dead shifter was the one who’d brought him the news they lost track of Trey. His temper was at the boiling point, with no outlet for it. He’d rushed him and pulled his throat apart with his teeth before the fellow knew what hit him. He looked up at the rest of the pack. They were all in shock and shifting on their feet nervously. One actually shifted into wolf form and was now on the floor in a submissive pose.

  “Now you see what will happen if I don’t get what I want!” Lowering his voice, he continued, “I want Trey found and I want him here before the tracker gets back with the bitch.” He started pacing and stopped, glaring at the lot of them. “You’re still here? Take care of this mess and get the hell out!”

  He watched them scramble to do his bidding and laughed to himself. That should put some respect into their worthless hides. Soon they were all
gone and it gave him a chance to walk down to the basement. He surveyed his handiwork. He’d added another set of manacles to the wall. One set for Trey and the other for her lover, the Enforcer.

  Once he captured her, they would follow right behind her. He’d designed the room into a trap. He placed cameras in the walls, stairs and the hall leading to the basement. The door was set with a remote. There were cages hidden in the recesses of the ceiling that would drop with the push of a button. With her as bait, he carried no doubts he would have them too. He had several tranquilizer guns on standby. Not even the Enforcer could withstand these drugs.

  As soon as they were captured and drugged it would be nothing to move them to the manacles imbedded in the cement walls. He could keep them drugged enough to keep them from shifting and still be awake to watch as he tortured the female.

  Only his new Beta was in on the plan. He’d known the man was crazy and it was all he needed. In a drunken discussion, he discovered the man had a pension for pain. Giving and receiving it. He took great pleasure in giving it to him in more ways than one. With whips, chains, and then fucking the Beta’s virginal ass made the man his personal slave for life. He was not gentle or caring, and the man begged for more. Craven promised him more, but not until he brought Trey back… alive.

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  Sylas helped get the motor home ready to be moved again. They decided to move it every other day. Any longer in one place increased the chances of them being found before she was ready. This time they were moving across the state lines into Alabama. They would move around there for a week and then move back closer. If Chance wasn’t ready in another week, he would call his mother down again to see if she could give them a better time line. He still needed to take the Alpha and his Beta out, but Chance’s needs came first. She would have to change before anything else could happen.

  Sylas was hopeful. Chances eyes started to actually glow after their lovemaking this morning. It lasted nearly an hour before fading away. He didn’t want to over do it or push her more than she was ready for, but he was having a harder time controlling himself with her now. His beast wanted to take her as his mate now, not later. It also didn’t help he had a major case of blue balls. No relief from his needs felt like it was going to kill him. He was distracted and that was never a good thing.

  As if she was reading his mind, Chance walked back to where he was sitting on the bed. “You look like you’re a million miles away, Sylas. What’s wrong?” He pulled her into him and placed his head against her stomach with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She was dressed in her leathers and the combination of her smell mixed with the leather was making him heady with desire. It didn’t help knowing she was commando under those tight pants. “Mmmm, do you know how good you smell right now?” he asked her while avoiding her question. She was having none of his avoidance.

  Chance ran her fingers through his hair and she pulled his head back with it. “I asked you a question, Sylas. Please answer me.”

  Sylas opened his eyes and met hers with his frustration obvious on his face. Her eyes grew bigger with understanding. “Oh… Oh! I got so lost in what you were doing to me, that I forgot what this is doing to you. I’m sorry, Sylas. I want to make you as happy as you have made me… but I’ve never…“

  Sylas knew Chance had never been with a man this way, and didn’t want her to do anything she was uncomfortable with.

  “Chance, I can deal because I know the end result will be worth the sacrifice. You are more important, besides, I don’t think you will be comfortable with this just yet.”

  “Denying yourself and your needs for me is not right, Sylas. I want to be everything to you and for you. I want to know I can be what you need. If I do something wrong, then show me what is right, okay?”

  Not waiting for an answer, Chance knelt down in front of him and pushed him down on the bed.

  Chance ran her hands up his thighs, lingering a second over his hard shaft. Then she moved higher up to his chest. She climbed up on the bed, straddling him. Chance kissed him deeply, taking and keeping control of him and he let her. She slid back to the floor, kneeling between his legs. Sylas thought he heard her say she was curious, but her hand rubbing again against his hard cock shut his mind down.

  He felt her popping his jean buttons one at a time and then tugged them and his boxers down after he rose his hips up into the hand that was still caressing him. His cock was standing free and proud with her hands making him harder. Then he felt her lick the tip to taste the pre-cum that had pearled there. He could tell she was experimenting and it aroused him further.

  Chance whispered to him, “I am not sure how to do this, Sylas, I hope I’m doing it right.”

  Sylas let out a long moan when he felt her lips descend down and around his shaft, wetting it with her tongue as she went. Chance was exploring him everywhere. She had one hand on his sac, gently squeezing and he felt a fingernail run down his tender flesh. Sylas thought he was going to come right at that moment and she must have felt it, because she moved her hand away. Sylas grabbed the comforter in both fists, nearly ripping it to help control his need to take her. He rose up and leaned back on his elbows so he could watch her.

  With each movement down his shaft with her warm mouth and lips, she took him deeper. She was pushing her tongue against the soft ridges and veins while her hands pumped him. Sylas reached down and showed her how to move her hands. She learned fast.

  Chance watched him for his reactions, making sure he liked what she was doing to him. Sylas buried a hand in her hair and encouraged her with another moan. “I’m ready baby, you can stop. You might not like the taste.” She ignored him and increased her pace.

  Sylas felt the rush coming all the way from his toes. He cried out her name and stiffened, shooting his seed deep into her mouth. Chance swallowed every last drop, smiling up at him with her eyes. Sylas stared at her with amazement. She had taken him deep within her throat and she didn’t gag. With one last suck that popped as she pulled away, Chance licked her lips and smiled.

  “Did I do that right, Sylas? I’ve never…” He didn’t give her time to say any more. He pulled her up and kissed her, tasting himself as he drove his tongue into her mouth. His hand pulled her closer and held her there. His other hand dove down into her pants finding her soaking wet with desire.

  “Oh baby, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be inside you. You were perfect and you can do that to me any time you want.” He felt her shudder when his finger slightly dipped inside her wet, hot core.

  “This is where I want to be, Chance.” Sylas pressed the heel of his hand against her nub, rubbing it as he stroked her. Unable to resist, Sylas bit her shoulder again, claiming her in the only way he could for now. Chance came as soon as his teeth sunk into her soft flesh and he could feel her muscles clench with her release. He gently sucked the muscle with his teeth still imbedded as she rode out the orgasm. She was his mate and he was not the only one who had staked a claim, she had staked hers permanently on his heart.

  An hour later they were on the road with Sylas driving. Chance set the GPS with the address of their destination and was now sitting in the passenger seat smiling at him. He glanced over and saw her eyes were still glowing. He grinned and pointed to the visor vanity mirror, telling her to take a look. He heard her gasp and then laugh. He loved the sound of it. Her laughter came from deep inside and was never faked. If he had his way he would have her laughing all the time. Soon he hoped they could relax enough for him to make it happen. If time was on their side for a change.

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  Jack woke with a pounding headache. His head hurt so badly he didn’t dare open his eyes. He could feel the sun on his skin, but nothing smelled familiar. He scented water was somewhere close and tried to reach for it. Suddenly he realized he was not in human form. Something was clamped around his neck and was pressing into his flesh. He opened one eye but everything was fuzzy and the light pierced his brain with lightning hot fl
ashes of pain. He passed out, welcoming the dark void.

  It was sometime later when he woke again. It was cooler and he could tell it was dark now. He opened his eyes to find himself in a cage. There was food and water in the corner, but he didn’t trust the smell coming from the food. It was tainted with something and he was not going there. He carefully sniffed and then lapped a quick taste of the water. It seemed okay and he drank his fill. The container of water was fed from a hose into a gravity bowl. At least he would have enough to drink until he could figure this out.

  Jack didn’t recognize his surroundings. It seemed to be a bedroom and had no furniture, other than the cage. The walls wore no decorations and were a dingy yellow. He tested the air and smelled shifter… a wolf. The last thing he could remember was locking the door at the bar. Everything beyond that was a blank.

  The collar on his neck had spikes buried deep in his skin. He was pretty sure if he tried to completely shift, the spikes would shred his human neck. His captor obviously didn’t know Jack had a special talent and he was about to use it. He could shift a single area of his body at a time. It took years to perfect, but when you were over 600 years old, one had plenty of time to practice.