by Nikki Drost
Watch Me Burn
The Enforcer Series book 2
By
Nikki Drost
Published by Hot Ink Press
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©Text Copyright 2015 Nikki Drost
Cover by Rue Volley
Edited by Elizabeth A. Lance
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious and are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.
Dedication
Inside each of us are two wolves.
One is evil. It is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
One is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.
Which wolf wins? The one you feed most.
-Cherokee Proverb
Prologue
Jamie
From the cover of darkness I zero in my prey. The woman I’m currently tracking has haunted my dreams for the last month. I’ve been watching her mingle and celebrate along with my family and friends for the last several hours.
Lazily I sip my champagne and glance around at the other guests. My best friend is currently dancing with his new bride. Adam’s expression is full of joy. And as happy as I am for him, I’m also jealous as hell, I want what he has.
I can’t imagine how gratifying it must feel to have the woman you love safely tucked into your arms. To know without a shadow of a doubt that she is yours. I can’t stop my gaze from returning to the object of my affection.
By the time I’m through with her, I will know every inch of her body intimately.
It’s almost time to make my intentions known. She has eluded me for weeks, leaving me no other choice. I warned her that this would happen. It’s time to show Kelsey Collins that I mean business. Nothing will stop me from claiming what’s mine.
***
“Take it off, princess. I want to see what you’ve got hidden underneath that tight little dress of yours.” I growl the demand against her soft lips breaking away from our kiss.
To my surprise, it hadn’t taken Kelsey much convincing to come home with me. She’ll probably blame her rash decision on the free flowing bubbly, but right now, the only thing I care about is that she is here with me. I have waited too long for this moment and I’m finally about to get my prize.
“What if I told you I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my dress?”
My cock swells to a painful degree just thinking about the image she has put into my head. She’s lucky that I haven’t torn the flimsy scraps of lace to shreds with my teeth.
I reach behind her neck and gently tug at the strings holding the material in place. My fingers curl underneath the lace as I slowly begin to peel the dress away from her body, revealing inch by glorious inch of her sun kissed skin.
“Christ, women like you are the reason why men start wars.”
Standing before me in nothing more than a skimpy thong, a pair of thigh highs and killer heels is the star of every erotic fantasy I have ever had. I tug my shirt over my head, tossing it carelessly over my shoulder while at the same time shoving my pants down my legs and kicking them out of the way.
I pick her up and carry her toward my bed where I playfully toss her onto my mattress, then quickly hit play on my iPod. It might seem odd, but shifters have a thing about sex and music.
Covering her body with my own, I’m reminded of a promise that I had made to myself. I swore when I finally had this woman in my bed, I’d take my time exploring every inch of her with my tongue. Sounds like a plan to me.
Starting at her neck, I slowly bite and kiss my way down her body. I make sure to pay extra homage to her breasts. They’re on the small side, but still fit in my hands perfectly.
“You are so fucking perfect.” I breathe just before my tongue snakes out to flick the jewel in her navel. The piercing was unexpected, but it suits her all the same.
“And your tongue is pure magic.” She moans.
I chuckle as I spread her legs with my wide shoulders. With one forcible pull, her panties are ripped clean from her body, giving me access to the part of her I crave most.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, princess.” Closing my eyes, I inhale her musky scent until my lungs hurt from the lack of oxygen.
Damn, she smells so good.
“Fuck, you’re wet for me already.” I lower my head and begin to lick the evidence of her arousal. Yup, she tastes sweeter than honey.
“Oh my god, don’t stop!”
Yeah, like there’s a chance of that happening. I’m not stopping until she is writhing underneath me. The moment my tongue makes contact with her slick folds my brain shuts down and the wolf inside of me takes over. He licks, bites and teases her flesh with wild abandon.
A low growl reverberates from deep within my chest as I cup her breasts and pinch her nipples between my fingers. Her body trembles with each stroke of my tongue. It doesn’t take long until she is screaming out my name.
With one last taste, I crawl up her body until my lips are hovering over hers. I lean closer as CCR begins to blast from my iPod. Just as I position myself between her legs, I’m hit with a sudden moment of clarity. I grab her wrists, pinning her hands above her head. Christ, what am I doing? Am I actually prepared to give myself over to one woman for the rest of my life? My answer is instantaneous. Hell motherfucking yes, but I need to make sure she understands what she’s getting herself into.
“Why did you stop, I thought you wanted this?”
God, she has no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment, but she has no way of knowing that once we do this there is no going back for either of us.
“This is your last chance to change your mind, princess, because once we start you will belong to me, mind, body and soul.”
As an extra incentive, I rotate my hips grinding my erections against her bare pussy.
A throaty moan escapes her lips echoing throughout the room as she struggles to break free from my hold.
“Say the word’s, princess, so I can slide my huge cock inside that tight little pussy of yours.”
Kelsey’s gaze zeros in on said appendage. Her mouth drops open at the sight of my pierced manhood. I groan at the thought of her soft lips wrapped around my aching cock.
“Holy shit, do you have to register that thing or just carry a concealed weapon permit?”
My laughter is instantaneous. “I’ll look into both options, but for now, if I were you I’d give me the answer that I want then close that sassy mouth of yours. That is, unless you’d like me to find a better use for it.”
I half expect her to ask about the numerous barbells that span the length of my cock, but it appears that for once she is speechless.
“Kelsey,” I growl her name in warning.
“I want this, Jamie, I want you.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I grab her hips and hold her close as I thrust forward. Her head falls back against the mattress as I push my way inside of her body. She feels better than I could have ever imagined.
“Wrap your legs around my hips, princess.”
She quickly complies as I slowly begin to move, working myself into a steady rhythm. We moan in unison as our bodies
begin to move as one. I release her hips only to clasp her wrists bringing them above her head, our fingers entwine as our eyes lock.
“Harder, baby, don’t hold back.” She moans turning me on further.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I admit through clinched teeth.
It’s the truth, shifters are strong, and when we have sex with humans, we run the risk of being too rough and accidentally hurting them. I’d rather be stabbed repeatedly in the heart than ever hurt this female.
She offers me a breathtaking smile while staring into my eyes. “I trust you, Jamie.”
An emotion that I can’t identify spreads over me like a warm and fuzzy blanket. I search her face looking for any signs of discomfort, but find none.
“Just remember you fucking asked for it.”
And just like that, I let go of my control and give into her demands. We spend the rest of the night testing each other’s limits in just about every position we can think of. For the first time in my life, I feel whole. That is until I wake up in my bed alone.
Chapter 1
Kelsey
“Where is your brother?”
The high pitched shrill of my mother’s voice echoes around the pristine walls of the sitting room. I’ve only been here for a half an hour and already my ears ache, the slight pounding in my temples is a prelude to the massive headache that I will be sporting by the end of the night.
“We came all this way to have a lovely family dinner and now it is ruined.” My mother continues with her pacing, her expensive high heels click clack against the marble flooring with each step that she takes.
I silently curse my twin for ditching me with our parents. For the last decade, I have had to face these horrid get togethers by myself and the only thing that ever got me through them was knowing that one day soon Matt would have to endure them as well.
“You know how Mattie can be.”
By now, I’m guessing Matt and his best friend Henry Ross are surrounded by naked flesh and three sheets to the wind. I have no doubt that in another hour or so my brother won’t be able to remember his own name let alone feel something so trivial as guilt.
My mother idly sips at her third martini of the night before her overly plump lips thin into a scowl. “Matthew,” my mother narrows her jade eyes, “is as selfish and irresponsible as ever and do not patronize me, young lady.”
Oh boy, here we go. Pack your bags ladies and gentlemen were going on a trip.
“You would think after years of traveling abroad, your brother would have returned somewhat civilized.” Her eyebrows rise in indignation, well as much as the Botox would allow.
“Do you remember how he had refused to visit us during your father’s campaign? Pictures of Matthew in his uniform would have solidified your father’s push for more military presence overseas.”
I’m sure that knowing the difference between a dinner and salad fork is a top priority for the United States Navy. Why, I bet it’s even written somewhere in the brochure right next to the section on financial benefits and career opportunities.
Sheesh, my mom acts like Matt was off somewhere partying instead of defending our country for the last ten years. The mere fact that my brother chose the life of a solider over a life of partying and free rides only goes to show how unselfish he really is. Matt could have coasted through life on our family name alone, but instead he had insisted on making a name for himself.
“Kelsey, are you even listening to me?”
“Uh uh,” I lie. I’m really counting down the minutes until I can make my escape. There is a Barstool at The Boondocks with my name on it. Bring on the tequila shots.
“Is that anyway for the daughter of a United States Senator to speak? Honestly, you act as though you were raised by a pack of wolves.”
Maybe it’s not too late to be adopted. At the very least, I know one wolf in particular that I wouldn’t mind shacking up with. Just thinking about that man makes my girl parts ache with need. God the things that shifter can do with his tongue. I bite my lip to distract myself from my Jamie induced lust fest.
This isn’t the time or the place to be thinking about how the muscles of his back flexed with each thrust of his hips or how his chiseled jaw would clench right before he roared out my name in ecstasy. Nor is it appropriate to image how the sinewy muscles in Jamie’s biceps strained as he held his weight above me while his thick manhood stretched and filled my body so completely.
Jesus is it hot in here or is it just me?
“Kelsey!” my mother shouts.
I’m guessing by the annoyed expression she’s wearing it wasn’t the first time she tried to get my attention. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
“I asked you about Nathan Hayes? Are you still seeing him?”
Uh oh. “Er, define seeing him.” Unfortunately, Westhaven is a small town so I run into Nathan more than I care too, but for some reason I don’t think that’s what my mom means.
“Kelsey Anne Collins what did you do now? Nathan Hayes is perfect for you.”
Sure, on paper Nathan appears to be the ultimate prize. He comes from a good family, graduated at the top of his class from Georgetown, and at the age of twenty-eight, he is one of the youngest assistant district attorneys in the state. The fact that he is easy on the eyes doesn’t hinder his cause either.
Nathan stands at six foot one with perfectly quaffed golden hair and pale blue eyes, and thanks to his gym membership, his body has been sculpted to a perfection that would make most women swoon. He is also charismatic, well dressed, and highly intelligent. However, he is also conceited, whiny, and lousy in bed.
I shudder at the memory of our one and only night together. What a complete waste of time that was. Among the non-existent foreplay and Nathan’s jackhammer style of lovemaking, the encounter had left me feeling unfulfilled and sore in all of the wrong places. It was the polar opposite of what I experienced less than a week ago with the town resident bad boy Jamie Trudeau.
“Why do you just assume that I’m to blame?” Okay, so maybe I dumped my last few boyfriends, but still it would be nice for my own mother to take my side.
“Could it be because you are to blame? You always do this, Kelsey. How do you plan on finding a man to marry if you continue with your wild ways?” she huffs. “I don’t know where we went wrong with you.”
You would think that I’d be used to my parents’ overwhelming desire to marry me off to the highest bidder. After all, they’ve been doing this to me since before I was old enough to vote. The men they chose are all the same, future politicians, doctors, lawyers, and heirs to powerful business empires. In other words, boooring and not at all what I am looking for. Do they truly expect me to put my dreams on hold and become some sort of uber trophy wife? Yes, yes they do.
“This is the twenty-first century, Mother. I don’t need to be married, to be validated as a woman. I’m perfectly happy being by myself.” Lies, all lies.
Of course, I’d like to get married, and have a family someday. Every girl dreams about meeting the perfect man and living happily ever after. Only in my case, my ideal man is a motorcycle riding, tattoo covered werewolf who happens to have a fear of commitment. Hey, nobody’s relationship is perfect.
“What do you…how can you…you can’t possibly.” My mother is at a loss for words or she’s having a stroke, either way I’ll take this opportunity to refill my glass. I have a feeling this conversation isn’t over.
“What did you say to upset your mother?”
Oh, crap.
“I asked you a question, young lady.”
My father’s hardened expression doesn’t match his stoic tone. Underneath his cool exterior, I know he’s pissed that I hadn’t responded quick enough. Daniel Collins is the type of man who speaks and expects people to listen, my twin and I seem to be the only two people who refuse to fall into line.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I say contritely as I try to think of something acceptable to say. “I was just explaining my v
iews on marriage and I—”
My father’s blue eyes narrow, the man can smell a lie from a mile away, it’s probably one of the reasons why he is such a good politician.
“I think it’s time we were honest with each other.”
Honesty from a politician, isn’t that an oxymoron? I’d laugh at that statement if I weren’t so terrified by my father’s grim expression.
“You aren’t getting any younger Kelsey and the simple fact is your attitude and disrespectful behavior is a turn off to eligible men. No decent man will put up with your sarcastic tongue.”
I open my mouth ready to taunt my father with the one man alive who I know happens to enjoy my tongue in all of its forms, but I quickly decide against it. Bringing Jamie into this conversation would only make matters worse. Even if the man wanted to have a committed relationship with me, my parent’s would never approve of him no matter how much I talked him up. I could just image the conversation would go something like—
“Hey Mom and Dad this is my boyfriend, Jamie Trudeau. Oh, just ignore the cropped Mohawk, sleeves of tattoos and noticeable piercings. What does he do for a living you ask? Well, he hunts down and kills bad guys. What kind of car does he drive? When he isn’t violating the town’s noise ordinance with his tricked out motorcycle he cruises in style in a classic fire engine red Chevy Nova SS with bright orange and yellow flames that cascade from the hood to the doors. Yeah, I think it’s sweet too. What does he do for fun? Well, besides drink whisky by the case, he enjoys fucking me like a rock star. Isn’t he perfect?
I inwardly chuckle as I imagine the horrified expressions that both of my parents would wear. My father would most likely threaten Jamie’s life while at the same time try to buy him off with an insane amount of money. My mother on the other hand would spend the evening playing the part of the dutiful wife.
