‘Shit, Billy, is that a fucking wolf?’
Howard steps forward at that, baring his teeth. The boys move so fast they leave their stuff behind. I watch them run, and my inner self has to calm the wolf instinct to chase them. Howard huffs as he turns away to face me. I swear I see a smile on his face. He waits until the boys are out of earshot and he starts to change, so I follow suit.
‘Sorry we had to cut it short, sweetheart, but we can’t have kids trespassing on the land. Who knows what they’ll see.’
‘Yeah, totally agree. How do you think they got in?’
‘I don’t know, but there’s been a fuck up with security. We should have someone running guard at all times and Brad and Brody doing shifts in the surveillance room.’ He’s not happy. In fact, he’s damn near raging mad. The closer we get to our clothes, the more silent and brooding he gets. He puts his jeans on, and before putting his top on, he has his phone in his hand and is dialling.
‘Yeah.’ I hear on the line. Jared.
‘Someone has fucked up somewhere. Who’s in the surveillance room?’
‘What do you mean fucked up? Jordan is in there.’
‘Well, get the dipshit checking through the cameras. Just found two teenage lads on the east side. I scared them off, and I doubt they’ll come back but need to know how they fucking got in.’
‘For fuck’s sake, we’re supposed to be a tight fucking ship,’ Jared complains. Then I hear him shouting at Jordan as Howard ends the call.
‘Sounds like he’s in trouble?’ I ask.
‘Yeah, he fucking will be when I get hold of him.’
I get myself dressed. Howard puts his top on aggressively and seems to get more and more annoyed the closer we get to home. I try and engage in conversation, but he’s back to being his broody self. The Howard everyone knows.
‘Where the fuck is he?’ he says as we enter the kitchen. Brad looks pissed and points to the surveillance room where we can clearly hear Jared ripping Jordan a new one. I don’t want to listen, and I try to go up to my room, but Howard pulls me back by the hand.
‘Get ready because when this shit is dealt with, I’m taking you out.’ He doesn’t smile or even sound happy about it—he’s just angry. I feel for Jordan. One of them pissed is bad, but having to deal with them both is not a thought I relish.
I’M FUCKING SEETHING about Jordan’s slip up. Apparently having to watch all the screens at any one time is too much for one person. Fucking pathetic excuse if you ask me. So Brad and Brody need to take on short shifts before the job tonight when they should be having downtime. Jared and I have to fix the fucking fence that they got through—when again, I should be having downtime.
‘That could have been one of the Phoenix fuckers getting in,’ I grumble for about the tenth time since giving Jordan a shakedown. He’s lucky I didn’t knock the fucker out. He only got away with that because Jared didn’t want to go down that route with him yet. I did even before this shit, so I heeded his advice and left it there. I wish Harrison were a hundred percent. I’d set that motherfucker on his tail—soon have him versed in what is and isn’t acceptable. A visual of him in one of Harrison’s clubs pops in my mind, and it makes me chuckle. Jared looks over to me with a raised brow. As we reach the fence, I shake my head.
‘Fucking hell,’ he says as he sees the damage. A whole section of the electrified fence is fried and rusty. And in the middle is a missing section. Cut clean. Someone came equipped with bolt cutters. Not something your average Joe carries in their backpack. So, it’s a bigger problem than we first anticipated.
‘The lads I saw weren’t here for trouble, and they didn’t have a bag or anything with them. I don’t think they did this. I think they stumbled on it.’
‘You’re sure?’
‘Jared, I watched them, all they wanted was a place they could make out in private.’
‘You watched? Fucking pervert.’ He laughs, lightening the mood a little bit.
‘Fuck you.’ I smile. We make the job a quick one and ensure the current is running through the whole area before we make our way around the whole property boundary and check for any other vulnerable areas. It takes us a good ninety minutes. Brad is asked to amp up the electric fence, and when he does, you can hear the hum reverberate through the metal. That should hold anyone out.
I’m fucking tired by the time I get back to the house, but the sight of Willow in her low cut jeans and a top that stops right above her navel gives me a second wind. Her entire midriff is on show, and within seconds, so is my hard on against the fly of my jeans. Fuck me.
‘You look exhausted,’ she tells me, tracing her fingers along my cheek before her hand rests on my shoulder.
‘You look fucking beautiful,’ I whisper in her ear. Making her giggle and smile.
‘Thank you. I wasn’t sure what to wear with it being so cold. I don’t have much in the way of winter clothes.’
‘I’ll take you shopping for some as soon as this is all over.’
She rolls her eyes. ‘That’s not why I said it.’
‘I know, but I’ll still take you.’
‘That would be really nice, thank you.’
I nod, dismissing the subject. I hate fucking shopping, but I’ll endure just about anything if it makes her happy. Fuck me, I’m turning into a pussy-whipped bastard like Jared and Brad. What the fuck next? I take her hand and lead her from the kitchen, ignoring all conversations that may or may not involve Willow and me. No one seems surprised by our bond, and no one seems to give a fuck about the age difference either—with the exception of Brody.
I practically drag her to my bedroom, which I haven’t had her in. Yet. I pull her through the door behind me and turn and press my body into hers up against the door. It’s too much—too hard to resist her. I told myself I would behave for the remainder of the day, but I’m a bastard. I’m hoping she isn’t sore, but there’s also a part of me that hopes she is. Hopes that she can feel me between her legs still. The air leaves her lungs on a sigh, not in a bad way, but because she’s aroused. Her whole body seems to vibrate in anticipation for me. Our lips meet, and our teeth clash. It’s a kiss that says: ‘I’m about to rip your clothes off.’ And I intend to do just that.
‘Fuck, Willow, you’re killing me,’ I tell her against her lips. Her hands move under my t-shirt, and her fingers explore all the dips in my torso before she pulls them out and does the same to my arms. Her hands on my skin does things to me, and if I don’t get my dick inside her soon, I’ll come in my boxers. Her fingers slide up and around my biceps. Her eyes dilate, and she squeezes the muscles.
‘I love your arms,’ she whispers—all breathy and laced with need. I smile and lift her from the floor, and she instantly wraps her legs around my waist. I walk us over to the bed as she licks and nibbles at my neck before sucking hard. I know she’s going to leave a mark, but I don’t give a shit. I want inside. I lay her down and move to unzip her jeans, which are practically painted on they’re so tight. I succeed and try yanking them down, but my impatience gets the better of me, and before I tear them off, her hands slowly dip beneath the waistband, and they start to move. I take over when they are past her knees, and I yank them the rest of the way. I push up her tight little top and pull her bra down so that her tits pop up and over. I should strip her completely, but I simply don’t have the patience. I growl low and feel her shudder beneath me. Her fingers find the buttons on my fly, and she undoes them painfully slowly. When she pulls my dick from his confines and rubs her thumb over the end, I close my eyes and hold back the urge to thrust forward in her hand. There is a bead of pre-cum, which she is playing with and the sight alone makes me want to fuck her senseless.
‘Sweetheart, this is gonna be quick, I’m sorry.’ I pull her knickers all the way down, and she helps me by lifting her knees. I can feel how damp they are between my fingers, and it has me licking my lips. I slide a finger inside, wanting to make sure she’s ready for me. I don’t need to bother—she’s m
ore than ready. I line myself up and push inside. Oh god, yes. Fuck. Me. Yes. So tight and so fucking good. So mine.
‘Yes, I’m yours,’ she whispers against my neck, making me realise I’ve said that out loud. I stay still for a second, letting her get used to the size of me. I want to take her hard, but I don’t want her to feel pain either, so I’m having an internal battle, all while holding still. Then she clenches her muscles around my cock, and that’s all I need. I lean back and hold her hips up and off the bed, getting better leverage with my feet on the floor and her ass at the end of the bed. I fuck her hard. Willow starts to pant, and I know she’s almost there—I won’t be much longer. Then her pussy grips my dick like a vice, and I can feel the pulsations as her orgasm takes hold. It is all I need to go over too, my arse pistoning forward before I jerk to a stop—my eyes rolling back in my head as the euphoria takes hold. My name on her lips is all that breaks through the amazing feeling that coming inside her gives me. Never. Ever. Have I experienced coming like this with anyone. I collapse on top of her, and her fingers stroke lines up and down my back. Our legs are hanging off the bed, and I’m bearing all my weight on top of her, literally unable to move just yet.
‘I need to get up,’ I tell her lazily. My eyes already half closed.
‘Let’s lay on the bed for a bit?’ she asks. I move off her, and I feel a sense of loss as soon as my dick leaves her snug little snatch. I don’t even bother to tuck him back into my boxers and jeans, I just move around the bed, and she shuffles herself back and into my arms, laying her head on my chest. I’m about ready to pass out when her stomach growls. Not ever good for a werewolf. My eyes snap open and meet hers—she’s smiling.
‘We need to go and eat,’ I tell her with the dominance of a mouse.
‘No, you need to sleep. I’m going to go and fix us something, and we can eat here when you wake up.’
I shake my head. I’d promised.
‘Howard if you think you’re going on that job tonight when you’re tired, you can think again. So if you don’t want to deal with me later, you’ll sleep now, and eat later.’
I laugh at her stubbornness. ‘Okay, boss.’
I smile and as my eyes close I hear her say, ‘You got that right.’
***
It’s seven p.m., and I’m still lying on my bed with my female when Brad knocks.
‘Come in,’ Willow shouts. At which point he opens the door.
‘All decent?’ he asks raising his eyebrows.
‘If we weren’t, you wouldn’t have been invited in,’ Willow tells him. I laugh, and so does Brad.
‘It wasn’t that long ago that I would have just walked in in hopes of catching a glimpse, but I’m all tied up with my girl now, so you’re safe.’
‘Tied up, huh?’ Willow asks with a smirk.
‘Well, mostly her, but I don’t mind occasionally so long as she doesn’t stick a surprise in my butt.’
‘Okay… that’s enough of that shit. Brad, what do you want?’
‘Came to tell you that Jared is changing the plans for tonight.’
‘What? Why?’
‘Because Harrison still isn’t a hundred percent, so he’s sending Jordan instead.’ He’s waiting for my reaction because he kind of flinches after the last word leaves his mouth.
‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ Brad purses his lips and shakes his head. I get up and walk over to my wardrobe. Pulling out a black t-shirt, I pull it on and find my boots. Stuffing my feet in them, sans socks, I walk over to Willow and kiss her on the lips. She makes a little sound that is cute as fuck, but I pull away, pushing Brad out of the door before me. When I get to the kitchen, I find Jared sitting there, going over shit with Jordan.
‘Why is he coming and not someone else?’ I ask. I don’t give a fuck that he’s sitting right there. Jordan sighs and rolls his eyes.
‘Told you he wouldn’t like it,’ he says to Jared like he knows me so fucking well. Prick.
‘He didn’t need you to tell him that. Prick,’ I snarl.
‘I knew you wouldn’t be happy about it, but I know you will, nonetheless, put it aside and get on with the job.’
‘Why not Jacob or well… anyone? He’s shit at the job—proved that today.’
‘Is it because Willow likes me? Feel threatened?’
Oh no—he fucking didn’t.
‘Huh oh,’ I hear Brad say beside me. I walk around the table, my eyes never leaving Jordan’s. Jared rolls his head back on his neck and looks at Jordan like he’s the biggest fucking idiot walking. As I near him, he sits up straight, all defiant like a fucking kid going up against his father for the first time. Arsehole. I grab his scruff and drag him up and out of his seat so we’re eye level. I’m taller by a few inches and double his size in width. He has fuck all on me. I get right in his face. My nose against his.
‘Willow may like you, but not like you do her, remember that, cunt. And if you ever bring that shit up with me again, I’ll cut your cock off, and feed you it, alright?’ He nods as best he can with my fist pushed against his windpipe. ‘She’s MINE!’ I tell him. Jared looks at me and with a minute nod of his head, tells me to let him go. I do, with a little too much force. He falls onto the chair and that tips off its axis, and he falls on the floor along with it. I’ve made my point. Very clearly. If he doesn’t get it, he’s more stupid than I thought. ‘Bout time he fucked off back home,’ I tell Jared, flicking my head toward Jordan.
‘He can’t go anywhere remember? Investigation is still on-going.’
‘Fuck. Well sending him on a job with me is fucking stupid.’
‘He fucked up, I know, but I doubt he will do it again.’
‘I won’t. I—’
‘Shut the fuck up,’ I growl at Jordan.
‘So, I’m expected to trust he’ll have my back, despite wanting my female?’
‘No, you’re expected to trust my decision.’ I sigh in frustration and shake my head.
‘Fine, but—he fucks up…’ I stick my finger in Jordan’s face. ‘I’ll fucking kill him.’
‘Okay,’ Jared agrees, to which Jordan’s eyes pop out of his head, and he looks at Jared like he’s just signed his death warrant.
‘Better not fuck it up.’ Brad pats Jordan on the back.
‘What time do we go?’
‘Meet in here at one a.m.,’ I grunt and leave the room, making my way back up the stairs to Willow. I hear Jared ripping into Jordan about fucking with a bonded male. I’m still pissed and grumbling when I make it back to my room. And it’s only intensified when I realise she isn’t there. I storm out and walk further down the corridor to her room. The shower is running in her bathroom. I rip off my t-shirt, kick off my boots, and by the time I’m at the shower door, I’m naked. I’m pissed she’s washing me off of her, so I’ll just have to put it back.
Her gasp as I open the door tells me she wasn’t expecting me back so soon—and clearly not in the shower. I don’t speak, just take her lips with mine. Forcefully. I own this body—she belongs to me. MINE.
IT’S TWO A.M., and I’m in position at the front of the police station—fuckwit one at my right, AKA Brody, fuckwit two to my left, AKA Jordan. I am relying on the two people that hate me the most right now, to get me in and out of this police station safely, without being caught. I think the pair of them would rather see me rot in a three-by-three cell. But here we are. I look them both in the eye as Brad gives me the all clear in my earpiece. The lobby is clear. One guard is making his way around the perimeter. I open the door silently as Jordan stands out front. This is the only way in and out without setting alarms off. Brody and I slip down and across the desk, avoiding the metal detectors. We wait before rounding the corner, making sure Brad has us covered on the cameras. I wait for the all clear. When it comes, I nod for Brody, and we walk around the corner like we belong there. The cameras are on a loop and Brad has eyes on the guards. But just in case we come across any surprises we don’t want to look like sneaky motherfuckers breaking
in.
There are a few flights of stairs, and we have a lot of waiting at each stairwell while Brad loops in each camera. Every minute I’m in this place feels ominous, and I can’t wait to get out.
Brody still has two black eyes and a swollen nose. I almost want to feel sorry for him until he catches me almost feeling bad and gives me a shitty look. Almost turns into not at all pretty quickly, as I roll my eyes and quirk a grin. Fucking arsehole. He remains professional, and so do I, but I know he wants to fucking punch me right now. I chuckle, and if looks could kill, I’d be a fucking dead man.
Brad yelling in our ear stops us in our tracks. We’re only one floor down from the lab and Brad can’t put the lab on a loop because someone is working in there.
‘Of all the times to do fucking overtime, it has to be tonight. Come on, you ugly motherfucker, get a move on,’ Brad snaps into the mic.
‘Just cut the feed. We’ll knock him out,’ Brody whispers.
I shake my head at his stupidity. ‘We do that, first thing he’s going to do when he wakes up is sound the alarm.’
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