by Vella Day
“We’ll check it out.”
The front door opened, and Brandon trotted out just as two other couples were entering. He glanced between him and Mackenzie. “What’s going on?”
“We’re leaving,” Sam said.
Brandon placed a hand on her back. “Did you see anything? Is that why you disappeared?”
She glanced to the side. “I’ll tell you later.”
Brandon needed to be informed of what happened. “She let Medlock kiss her, but it was either that or confront him about Cheryl. Her choice seemed to be the best one.” Sam handed the valet his ticket. “But she shouldn’t have left our side. That was her first mistake.”
Mackenzie lifted her chin. “That was the whole purpose of being here, if you recall. To get info on Cheryl.”
“Leave that to me and Brandon.”
A minute later, his truck arrived.
“I’ll sit in back,” Brandon offered.
Sam was glad his cousin had volunteered to take the rear seat. From the way Mackenzie wasn’t meeting his gaze, she didn’t want to be near him. Too bad. She had to understand that if she messed up, her life could be on the line.
* * *
Something wasn’t right. Medlock pulled out his cell, his mind spinning.
“This better be important,” Statler said. “I’m with a client.” While the man’s tone sounded jovial, Roger could hear the underlying anger.
Statler was with a client? Since when did he work on a Saturday night? His client must be a woman. He had a weakness for them. “I had a very interesting interaction with a young lady by the name of Mackenzie.”
“Really?” Muffled voices sounded in the background. “I’ll call you back in a few minutes. I want to hear all about it.
* * *
Mac didn’t think any of this was fair. She’d done nothing wrong, so why was Sam gripping the wheel so hard and driving too fast? He acted like she’d shouted to the world that Medlock was a werewolf and that he bought women. The man never suspected she thought him guilty of anything, so all was good. Her dad always preached that the ends justified the means.
Sam remained quiet the entire drive, and so did Brandon, but she had no doubt the two of them were conversing with each other silently. She hated being left out of a conversation, but she could no more change that than she could shift.
Sam pulled into the garage and hopped out. Brandon opened her door and held out his hand.
“Don’t worry about him, darlin’. He gets this way sometimes.”
She shook her head. “I know, I know. Give him time.” It was a painful refrain.
Brandon grinned and most of the anxiety in her heart melted. She wasn’t sure she was ready to think about life after she found Cheryl. Her cousin would need a lot of support and counseling. She doubted Aunt Hannah would be much use or Uncle Andrew for that matter, so it would be up to her to make sure Cheryl received the needed help.
Once more, Sam stood by the back door and looked up. “What is he doing? What does he find so interesting up there?”
Brandon chuckled. “That’s an eye scanner. It reads his retinal image and unlocks the door. Sam’s lazy. He doesn’t like to use a key.”
That was impressive. “Maybe you can hook me up with that thing sometime.”
“I’ll be happy to.”
Brandon escorted her inside. Sam was already in the kitchen grabbing a beer. Neither had anything to drink at the party, as they’d been “working.”
Sam waved the bottle. “I’m hitting the hay.”
Really? He didn’t want to discuss her transgression? “Night.” She waited for his bedroom door to close before turning to Brandon. “That was hostile. Guess it’s you and me tonight.” The three of them had slept in Brandon’s bedroom ever since she’d moved in, but apparently, that wasn’t going to be the case tonight.
Brandon stroked her cheek. “Go kiss and make up with Sam. I don’t want to be around him tomorrow if he’s upset. Sam doesn’t think straight when he’s worried.”
“Worried about what? You think Medlock would have done anything to me while there was a houseful of people?”
Brandon cupped her face. “Just because he didn’t harm you this time, doesn’t mean he won’t round up his men to keep tabs on you.”
She shivered. The last thing she needed was a bunch of werewolves watching her every move. “Way to be a downer. I’ll be sure to carry my trusty weapon.”
Brandon kissed her. “Don’t always assume you’ll have time to get it out of your purse when they approach. We shifters can be fast buggers.”
“I’m fast, too.”
He tapped her butt. “Go and make nice with Sam and don’t take no for an answer.” He touched her arm. “Wait. I have an idea. Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” She loved it when Brandon was spontaneous.
“Trust me.”
She followed Brandon into their “special room.” He stepped over to the shelves containing lots of interesting items and picked up what look like clothes pins with a chain attached to them.
“What is it?”
“Something you’ll like. They’re nipple clamps. They’ll pinch like hell when Sam puts them on, but as soon as he takes them off, the rush will be nothing like anything you’ve felt before. Here. Tell Sam you want to experiment. He won’t be able to resist you.”
She frowned. “I want him to want me for my own sake, not because I have clamps.”
Brandon hugged her. “As sure as we are werewolves, he wants you—bad. This is just to break the ice. He’s in a bear of a mood.”
“More like a wolf of a mood.”
Brandon nodded toward the hallway. “Get in there and have fun.”
Mac contemplated waltzing in naked, but she thought Sam would enjoy taking off her dress. This time she’d have to let him take control—assuming she could keep her mouth shut.
“Wish me luck.”
“Darlin’, you don’t need luck.”
She inhaled, tapped on Sam’s door, and pushed it open. At least he hadn’t locked it. He was sitting on the bed, fully clothed with the lights on, a beer in his hand. He looked lost.
“What do you want?” he grumbled.
She hadn’t expected such gruffness, but she’d deal. “I came to apologize.”
Mac hid the nipple clamps behind her back since she wanted the toy to be a surprise.
“So you’re admitting that what you did was stupid and rash?” He glanced up at her.
“Rash, perhaps. Stupid, no.” She could only bend so far.
“Okay.”
“Okay? What does that mean?” She thought he’d get up, but apparently he wanted her to grovel. When he didn’t answer, Mac nodded toward the bed. “I thought maybe you’d like some company.”
“You came here for sex?” His gaze bored into her.
She didn’t know why he had to be so crude. “I came to make you feel better; to make us feel better.”
Sam finally leveraged himself off the bed, set the beer bottle on the side table, and strode toward her. “You know what would make me feel better?”
“What?”
“Spanking you. I need to get out my frustration.” He rubbed his hands together.
She lifted her chin. “I like the kind of spanking that is a sign of affection; the kind with the goal to get me hot and needy. You seem to want me in pain. Why should I agree to that if I’ve already apologized?”
His slight cheer disappeared. “Because you were bad. You put yourself in an unsafe situation.”
He wasn’t going to budge. “Fine. You can spank me.” She truly didn’t believe he’d be mean or hit her hard. Deep inside, Sam Crenshaw was a very good man.
“Good. After which, you’ll suck my cock.”
She liked that. Mac held out the package. “I want to try this.”
Sam took it and tossed it on the bed. His expression didn’t change. “We’ll see. That will be your reward. If you deserve it.”
“Oh, I’ll deserve it all right.” She grabbed his crotch and squeezed his erection.
The moment she’d walked in the room, she could almost see the hairs growing on his hands. His teeth had slightly elongated, and his voice was becoming deeper. He was in heat, and she loved it.
“Better take off your clothes and show me how much you deserve it.” Sam crossed his arms.
“You don’t want to take them off me?” She was pushing his limits, but she believed it was the only way to get him out of his pissy mood.
“If I wanted to take them off, I’d take them off. Now strip.”
Uncertain whether to get upset at his barbaric attitude, she kicked off her shoes. Ah, the relief was divine. While being three inches taller had been nice, she wasn’t used to heels. She carefully removed the amazing necklace and placed it on the dresser. Next came the dress. Unfortunately, with the zipper in back, she only managed to undo the top half. Asking for Sam’s help would defeat the purpose of her stripping.
“Here. Let me,” he said. “I want to get to sleep sometime tonight.”
That did it. His attitude irritated the hell out of her. Mac spun around and planted her hands on his chest. “If you don’t want to make love to me, just say so. I don’t need your attitude.”
Sam dropped back his head and laughed. He toed off his shoes, and stepped out of his dress pants. This time he had on briefs. “You think I don’t want to make love with you?”
“You want to punish me.”
He shrugged. “Turn around.”
She did, allowing him to unzip her. In one tug, the dress was on the floor. She stepped out of it and turned back to face him.
Sam clasped her shoulders and turned her away from him. “I didn’t say you could move.” He walked her over to the edge of the room. “Brace yourself.”
Seriously? She did as he asked and planted her palms on the wall.
Sam dragged her panties off and unceremoniously tossed them to the side but left her bra on. “Open your legs. I want you to feel the sting.”
He was really going to spank her? When she didn’t move, he tapped her butt. It was a warning. “Fine.”
Mac widened her legs. The action of being so vulnerable made her hot. He lifted her bra above her tits and lightly pinched one nipple.
“Maybe next time, you’ll do what I say.”
She was about to argue that neither man had said to stay by their side, but she thought it better to obey. The first smack stung, but it wasn’t any harder than the usual pussy gushing spanks he had delivered before.
“These are warm ups. I’m mad, and you must learn to obey.”
She rolled her eyes only because she knew he couldn’t see her. “Have at me, if it’ll make you feel better.”
“This isn’t about me, baby.”
She’d had enough and turned around once more. She unhooked her bra herself, dropped it, and reached out to undo his shirt.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “I’m not finished punishing you.”
“I’m getting you ready. I want to feel your skin on mine. Lick it, knead it, enjoy those animal muscles of yours.”
“You don’t get to decide.”
Yes, she did. Mac lowered his hands. “You had your chance, big boy. Now it’s my turn. Can you handle me?”
A wide grin spread across his face. “Bring it on.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Mac needed Sam naked now. As if the house were on fire, she undid his shirt buttons as quickly as her fingers could move, her werewolf blood helping with the speed. She rolled the material down his arms and tossed the clean, crisp shirt on the floor. One more piece of clothing to go. “Briefs. Ugh. I like when you go commando better.”
He laughed. “Dress slacks are uncomfortable without them.” This time, Sam took them off. “Didn’t you say something about sucking on my cock?”
“I can’t remember.”
He backed her up until she bumped into the wall. He bent down and nibbled on her neck. “What can I do to refresh your memory?”
“Touch me, tease me, desire me.” Telling him what to do often set him off, but he had asked.
His lips found hers, and he kissed her as if he’d never done so before. He finally leaned back. “You scared me, you know. When I couldn’t find you at Medlock’s, I almost shifted. That wouldn’t have been good.” His voice cracked.
She grabbed his ass and squeezed his hard cheeks. Sam was all power. All sex. “I’m sorry I caused you to worry.” She meant that.
He reached between then and cupped her pussy. “Then show me just how sorry you are.”
Mac smiled and dropped to her knees. “Okay, but I say when we stop.” Dang it. Why did she have to issue another command?
“Baby, you have so much to learn about being with a real man. I’ll forgive you this time. Go.”
Why did men always think they had the upper hand? She was the one with the magic fingers and the hot mouth. She grabbed his cock, drew it to her lips, and scraped her teeth down his shaft. He must have grown, or else his anger had made him bigger.
He hissed, and when he clasped her shoulder, she spotted his sprouted hair. He was close to erupting. Brandon was right. Sam desired her. Her whole body quivered in delight. Perhaps he’d channeled his anger into lust. To further torment him, Mac pressed her breasts against his thighs.
He moaned and grabbed a chunk of her hair. “Suck. Harder.”
She had him now. Relaxing, she drew him into her mouth and tightened her lips. Sam widened his stance and then stepped back.
Mac looked up and smiled. He couldn’t handle her teasing. “Gotcha.”
“I’ll show you, gotcha.” He pulled her to a stand. “Don’t move if you know what’s good for you.”
“Yes, masta.” Damn. Why couldn’t she keep her mouth shut?
He leveled her with a stare. Faster than a man should be able to move, he rushed to the bed and retrieved the package she’d brought. He ripped open the casing as if were made of tissue paper, and pulled out the two clamps that were attached to a metal chain. “This here will drive you wild. Are you ready?”
“Are you?”
He huffed out a breath. “You plan on sassing me for the rest of my life?”
“You plan on being a dominant, sullen man the rest of my life?”
She could tell he was working hard not to smile. “Depends on you.”
He opened the clamp, lifted one breast, and placed the plastic end on one tip.
“Holy shit.” The tightness took her breath away. She gazed down at her reddening nipple.
“Let me help make it more comfortable.” Instead of opening the clamp to relieve the pressure, he added the second one to the other side.
A spike of pain sliced through her. She was about to ask him to take them off because the sensation was too intense, when the strangest thing happened. The ache traveled down her belly and lit up her pussy. Holy hell! Suddenly, what had been pain was now amazing bliss. She smiled.
“I see you now understand the virtue of nipple clamps.”
Her pussy was throbbing more fiercely than it ever had before. “Yes. If its purpose is to desire your cock, these have succeeded.” Her arousal perfumed the air.
Sam dropped to his knees. “It is. If you know what’s good for you, though, don’t climax until my cock claims you. Hands on your head.”
Don’t climax? He couldn’t be for real. If the spasms banging her pussy were any indication, she was already close.
“Hands?” he said.
Crap. This time Mac didn’t sass him back. She threaded her fingers together and placed them on top of her head. Her tits stretched tight, sending more spikes of joy between her legs.
Sam pulled her ankles far apart. With one hand, he thumbed open her folds. She waited for the lick, but it never came. Instead, with one finger, he drew circles up and down her inner thighs. With each pass, she had to clamp down on her walls, pretending his cock was inside her.
She didn
’t want to beg. It was a sign of weakness. Clearly, this was the real punishment—not the spanking. Mac sucked at waiting. Her groan came out loud.
Sam reached up and tugged on the chain, forcing her to let out a rather loud eek as another round of electric sparks burst across her skin. What was he waiting for? Right now, she was so desperate she’d do just about anything for some friction. Fine. She’d beg. “Sam. Please. I need your cock.”
He acted as if he hadn’t heard her and stood. “Enough of these.”
She was finally getting used to them, and even liking them, but she didn’t complain when he removed them. He then sauntered over to the side table where he retrieved a condom. Just as she was about to ask if she could put on the protection, blood rushed to the tips, and it was as if a thousand needles poked at the ends. Seconds later, her pussy went wild—pulsating and gushing.
“How about if I put that on you?” she choked out, wanting to take her mind off the incredible sensations coursing through her.
He closed the gap between them. “Okay, but remember—the longer you take, the longer I’ll keep you hanging on the precipice.” He held the condom up in the air. “But first, I want to suck on your luscious tits. They’ve been driving me wild all evening.”
She was thrilled he was so turned on. As soon as Mac arched her back to give him better access, she realized her mistake. The nipples were swollen and already too sensitive. The second his lips closed around the tip and drew one deep into his mouth, she gasped for air.
“Oh. Oh.” The rest of the words disappeared in one big pant.
Sam twisted the other nipple between his fingers and her pussy went wild, the bliss nearly melting her insides. There must have been some invisible wire between those two erogenous zones.
Hurry. Mac tugged on Sam’s arm and snagged the condom. She stepped back, needing some time to regain her composure.
He leaned closer. “Did I say you could lower your arms?”
“You said I could put this on you. Kind of hard without moving. Right?”
“You will pay for that, woman.” He winked.
Mac laughed. Sam’s anger had finally dissipated. Let the loving begin!
Using her teeth, she tore open the foil package, and extracted the rubber. When she placed the condom on the tip, Sam took it away from her.
