Fur, Fangs and All (The Elementals Book 2)

by Meredith Allen Conner

  “Undo your jeans.”

  Her pulse leapt in her throat.

  She looked down at his dark head. He was not watching her. He knelt there and waited for her to do as he ordered. If she unzipped her pants for him, her fingers would be inches from his face. His gaze right there. He would be able to see and smell everything.

  He could probably smell her right now.

  Shit.

  “Livie.” He warned.

  She moved her hands down, embarrassed to be doing such a thing, but also alarmed at how she could react to what he might do if she didn’t do as he commanded. She could handle handcuffs and dominance. She wasn’t ready for anything else just yet.

  She unsnapped her jeans, pulling the material slightly apart to grip the zipper. A low purr rumbled in his chest. Her stomach clenched, the muscles pulling tightly.

  Livie eased the zipper down slowly, a fine trembling running over her entire body. She didn’t know if she was embarrassed or totally aroused. Or maybe both.

  The zipper reached the end.

  Roc stroked her inner thighs with his thumbs, up to her mound and down a few inches then back up.

  “Roc.” She groaned his name.

  He moved his hands and she almost fell without his support. He put his hands low on her stomach, just above her sagging jeans.

  “Push your jeans and panties down.”

  More moisture flooded her. So drenched with arousal, she was afraid that it would seep down her thighs.

  She stuck her thumbs inside her jeans and under the elastic of her panties. Drawing in a deep breath, she shoved the fabric down over her hips.

  “Mine. Wet. Good.”

  At his bitten off words, she looked down. She couldn’t help it. Roc’s nostrils flared as he inhaled her arousal. His tongue licked his lips in anticipation. Directly in front of him, barely four inches away, the dark nest of her pubic hair glistened brightly in the sun.

  She could see little beads of her own moisture coating the individual dark curls.

  “Push your pants down more.”

  She couldn’t take much more of this.

  “Roc, please.”

  “Down.” He snarled the word.

  Heart pounding, legs shaking, Livie shoved her jeans and panties all the way down to her knees. The movement forced her hips slightly forward. That was all it took.

  His tongue pierced the plump lips and pressed over her clit.

  Livie screamed.

  She grabbed his hair for balance and to press him closer. One more swipe, that’s all she needed.

  Roc dragged his tongue away from her clit and down to her opening. He stabbed upwards, curling his tongue just inside her passage.

  The tension in her belly spiraled tighter, bringing her ever closer.

  With a muttered curse, Roc stood. He lifted her up off her feet, setting his knee in between her legs. Her jeans tightened around her knees.

  His hand brushed her vagina and Livie yelled, arching towards him, completely uncaring that he held her in a tenuous grip.

  He cursed again and then the thick press of his cock was at her opening. Livie stilled.

  Inside me. Now. Please.

  She didn’t know if she said the words aloud or not so totally focused on him.

  He thrust in, pushing inside a few inches, the tight grip of her jeans and his girth preventing him from going deep right away.

  He shifted one hand, gripping her ass and tilting her forward. He pulled back.

  Livie gripped his shoulders. “No!”

  With one powerful shove, he thrust in all the way. The thick length of his cock forcing her to accept him, stretching her to accommodate him.

  The tension in her body exploded. The white heat of release clouded her vision. Pulsing and throbbing around him, she was dimly aware of his own roar and then the hot rush of his release spurted into her. Over and over again.

  He shoved into her and withdrew through it all and her arousal built again like a tidal. It pulsed through her, tingles rippled from her toes up her body. Clenching and releasing over and over again until she thought she would never come down.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Livie stared at the pink and white building with the scrolled outline on the corner across the street. A sign on the ground floor indicated that this was some type of business but since that sign was in Chinese characters, Livie didn’t know what type.

  “Rea is in there?” She’d already questioned him twice. She couldn’t seem to grasp it. Her sister Rea was less than one hundred feet away.

  “Yes.” Roc said, distracted.

  Her nerves swelled until she thought she might explode.

  “So, should we jump or take the stairs?”

  They had lost the Order completely with Roc’s roof top leapfrogging.

  Then they’d been lost to each other with his hurried lovemaking. Livie still couldn’t believe he’d distracted her like that.

  Adrenaline was a powerful neurotransmitter.

  It had certainly transmitted her brain to another dimension.

  Roc turned to the right, then the left. He patted her shoulder. “Stairs.”

  Livie bounded to her feet, spying a door in the opposite corner, she took off.

  Roc’s hand clamped down on her shoulder. “Not yet, Livie.” His attention still focused elsewhere.

  “What do you mean – not yet?” she snapped. What was his problem? “My sister is over in that building.” She stabbed her finger in the direction he had pointed out barely three minutes ago. He didn’t spare her a look.

  Livie re-aimed her finger.

  Jabbing his chest, she huffed in satisfaction. At least she had his attention now. “Rea? Remember her? The reason we came here?”

  Roc curled his hand over her finger. He narrowed his eyes. She batted hers. The big Werewolf didn’t care for sarcasm, did he? Too damn bad.

  “I know exactly why we’re here, Olivia.” He stated in cool tones. “As do Cam and Mac and Sela who should all be here in about two minutes.”

  Oh.

  She pulled her finger out of his fist and began to pace. Two minutes. She could do two minutes.

  She’d done a few more than that when they’d been fucking each other like crazed minks on the rooftop.

  “You’re sure the Order isn’t in there?” She tossed her chin toward Rea’s location.

  “Positive, Livie. Your sister is safe.”

  Safe. Less than one hundred feet away and safe.

  “Why don’t I . . .” He cut her off.

  “You’re not going anywhere alone, Livie.”

  There was no way she could last two minutes.

  She swirled back around only to find herself staring at a broad naked chest. She licked her lips. The longer she was around him the harder it became to resist him. She certainly hadn’t been giving it her full attention lately.

  He tipped her chin up. “I know you’re anxious, Livie. Just another minute. They’re only a block away.”

  She sagged into him. She knew he was right. Knowing Rea, it would be better if she and Sela confronted her together. Their trust issues were nothing compared to Rea’s.

  But her other sister was just across the street. She hadn’t seen her or heard from her in nearly two years. She’d almost given up hope that Rea was still alive.

  He sniffed twice in a row. Then he did it again. A deep, angry rumble vibrated through her ear. She knew that sound.

  Without moving her head, she asked, “Where are they?” The steady rhythm of his breathing and the sturdy thud of his heart soothed her.

  Roc knew exactly what she meant. “I can smell four to the East and six more moving fast from the South.” He paused. “Idiots. They know they’re dealing with Werewolves and yet they all wear the same type of jacket and pants.”

  She looked up at him. “Is that how you’re tracking them? I thought it was by their weapons.” Even she could smell the gun powder.

  He smiled down at her, the line bet
ween his eyebrows easing for a moment. In seconds his eyes darkened and his hands squeezed her waist. He lifted her until they were eye to eye.

  “Livie,” his warm breath sighed over her lips half a second before he settled his mouth over hers. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, delving inside the moment she opened for him.

  He cupped the back of her head, holding her still. His sudden aggression took her by surprise. She reached up to grab his shoulders. Immediately, he pulled her wrists to her back, holding them together in one hand, intent, as always, on dominating her.

  A low moan escaped her. She could not believe how she responded to his desire to conquer her. The mere thought of those damn handcuffs and she grew wet.

  His hold on her now did the same thing.

  Livie squirmed.

  He lifted his head, stroking his thumb over her moist lips.

  “We’re ready anytime you two are.” Mac said.

  She stiffened, Roc growled. Livie turned just in time to see Sela elbow Mac in the ribs. She didn’t think the big lug even noticed, too intent on needling his friend.

  Roc looped his arms around her, he looked at Cam, pointedly ignoring Mac. “I count ten, moving in fast.”

  Cam shook his head. “Twelve. Two more just arrived in a small sedan one block over.” He pointed to their right.

  “They know where Rea is.” Mac said, all teasing aside.

  “We need to move fast. You four head into the building. I’ll stay by the front entrance.” They all tensed as a car backfired. Cam tilted his head then continued. “That still leaves any back doors, additional front ones and the windows. There is the possibility of the roof, but I don’t think they’ll use it. It looks like they just figured out her location.”

  Livie followed Mac, Sela and Roc down the stairs. She tried not to take offense to the fact that they all obviously considered her the weak link on this chain. She barely shifted her foot before she felt Cam’s behind her on each step.

  If she looked at it from their point of view, she was probably still a . . . what did they call them? Ah, pup. But from her viewpoint, she’d survived on her own very nicely. Hell, she’d trained to be ambidextrous.

  And now she controlled the wind. She could hold her own in any fight. Especially one that included her sisters.

  The pungent, acrid smell of urine stung her nose. Caught off guard, she stumbled. Roc whirled as Cam’s hands closed over her shoulders.

  Roc released a vicious snarl, bounding up to crowd her on the step.As soon as he surrounded her, Cam let go. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hands held up, palms forward.

  Muscles tight, almost bristling with rage, Roc clasped her to him. She didn’t understand. Cam had saved her from a nasty fall. But she didn’t dare say anything. The tension between them so thick and deadly she didn’t think a chainsaw would touch it.

  Roc picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. Stunned, Livie lifted her head to see Cam wink at her. Clearly his King wasn’t the least bit offended by one of his subjects snarling and showing a little fang.

  Werewolves, go figure.

  She caught a glimpse of Sela’s shoes as Roc pushed his way to the front. Unwilling to let her near Cam or just impatient? Livie hadn’t a clue.

  “Damn, and I thought I was bad.” Mac whispered as they passed.

  Stomach rolling slightly by the time they reached street level, Livie swallowed heavily when he set her gently on her feet.

  He brushed her hair out of her eyes. “All right?”

  She nodded, tempted to ask him what the hell that had been about. At that moment, she saw a flash in a window across the street.

  She turned and for the briefest of moments, her eyes met Rea’s.

  “Sela! She’s there, third floor.” She screamed.

  Not waiting for her sister’s response, Livie took off. She dodged a car and leapt over the hood of another one. She could really come to love this werewolf stuff.

  She didn’t remember opening the front door or finding the stairs. Roc slammed into her on the second floor landing.

  “God damn-it, Livie!” He roared in her face, pinning her arms to the wall. “You don’t ever leave my side like that.”

  She didn’t bother pointing the obvious out, like she just had, or try to fight him. He was simply too strong. “She’s on the third floor, Roc. Rea. I saw her.”

  He loosened his grip and she shoved his bare chest. The movement took him by surprise and she slid past him. He was at her side in less than two strides.

  They slapped the third floor door open together. Entering the hall half a step ahead of Roc, Livie spied a slender figure at the other end, opening a window.

  She faltered. Roc slipped his hand over hers.

  “Rea,” she called.

  Her sister froze. Livie held her breath, paralyzed as she waited for Rea to turn around. So impossibly close.

  Rea swiveled slowly, weight obviously balanced, poised to flee. Something, a little like hope and a lot like terror, ran over her face.

  Her dark hair rose in short tousled spikes all over her head. Her amber eyes almost glowed with the force of her emotions. A dark bruise rode high on her left cheekbone.

  She took a hesitant half step forward, her eyes locked in on Livie.

  That movement set Livie free. She took off at a run, gripping Roc’s steady hand.

  Rea frowned. She looked at Roc then back to Livie. The frown edged towards panic. Livie read the move, head automatically shaking in denial.

  Rea stepped back, hand reaching for the window even as she stared at Livie.

  Forty feet separated them.

  Her sister eyed Roc. The searing pain and tortured guilt that filled her face before she ripped open the window nearly broke Livie. She stumbled, only Roc’s grip kept her upright.

  “Rea. No.”

  But Rea didn’t listen. They reached the window seconds after she bolted.

  The metal emergency railing rattled and squeaked as she descended to the alley below.

  Roc climbed through the window, reached back and pulled Livie after him. Hands firm at her waist, he held her in front of him.

  She yanked at his hands, desperate to reach her sister before she somehow managed to disappear again. “Let me go!” She twisted, tracking Rea’s movements between the steel bars. “Rea.” She screamed. “Please, listen to me. It’s okay. Don’t run, please . . .” she broke off.

  Rea didn’t even turn her head, completely focused on escape. Maybe ten more steps and then a quick vault to the ground. She’d be gone in a flash.

  Livie slapped Roc’s chest. “Let me go. She’s going to run.” She sucked in hard. “I have to stop her.”

  His strong, warm hands framed her face. “Livie. Stop. Breathe, honey. She won’t get away. I promise.”

  She clutched his wrists. What? She didn’t understand the words, but his tone promised safety, and her sister.

  Roc swung her up in his arms, stepped to the railing and vaulted to the alley. He balanced her easily in his arms, barely jarring her as they landed.

  Rea hit the ground less than five feet away as Roc set her on her feet. Livie reached out, but Rea flinched to the side, spinning to the left.

  Roc sprung forward, arms extended in a half circle. Anticipating her next move, Livie stepped to the right, blocking her escape from the back.

  She under-estimated her sister.

  Light reflected off the long, wide blade Rea wielded.

  Damn, forgot about the sword at her back.

  She used it skillfully. Short lethal jabs that had Roc

  arching back to avoid the wicked edge.

  “Rea.” She tried again. “Stop, please just listen to me.”

  “Stay behind me.” Rea’s voice was rough, almost strained. Ill-use? Was she sick?

  Then it hit her. Cheeze-its, she’s protecting me from Roc.

  “No!” She knew better than to try and touch her right now. “Rea, he’s with me. We can trust him.”


  Roc froze, his attention riveted to Livie. He stepped forward and Rea didn’t even pause. Her screamed “No!” hadn’t fully left her lips before the wide red streak bloomed across his bare chest.

  He spun quickly, placing his body between Livie and Rea, sharp claws extended, lips drawn back to expose his fangs as he confronted her sister.

  Rea drew back in shock for a brief moment, her face paled as she took in Roc’s built in weaponry. The purple bruise on her face clearly defined. Livie could count the knuckles from the fist that had connected.

  Bastards.

  Sword gripped tightly, blade continually moving, Rea reached behind her back and pulled out an identical sword.

  She carried two now?

  She motioned Livie to the side with one blade, the other placed to do the greatest amount of harm to Roc’s chest.

  Livie’s gaze widened. Shit. Both Roc and Rea were determined to protect her from the other.

  “Stop it.” She moved forward, halted by Roc’s warning growl and Rea’s sharp jab. The subtle shift of muscles in Roc’s back told her that her sister’s blade had found it’s mark once more.

  They would both end up bloodied and wounded if they didn’t stop this soon.

  “Rea!” Sela’s shriek echoed in the alley. She stood at the far end of the alley, Mac’s hands wrapped around her.

  Roc snarled, the smell of gunpowder and steel filled her nose. Five members of the Order stepped into the narrow area from a door twenty feet back, weapons drawn.

  Rea’s muffled oath was cut off as Livie through herself at her sister. Roc’s large body settled directly in front of them, his left side absorbed the first bullet.

  Livie and Rea swayed sideways, shoulders bumping when Sela fell into them. Mac settled next to Roc, their bodies shielding the women as they stalked forward, bestial growls rumbling up through their chests.

  How did they stand it? She knew they couldn’t be killed by the bullets, seen the evidence for herself, but still . . .

  “Now’s our chance.” If Rea hadn’t accompanied her quiet order with a hand on her shoulder, Livie doubted she would have heard her.

  She stepped slightly in front of Livie and Sela, swords braced, motioning with her head to encourage them to move.