‘That’s a lotta fucking ground to cover, Brad. You can’t narrow it down more?’
‘My name’s not Jesus. I don’t work fucking miracles.’ I grin at his tone. I’ve touched a nerve.
‘Well shit, and there was me thinking you were the dog’s bollocks.’ I slap him on the back.
‘Fuck you, cocksucker,’ I laugh hard and leave the room.
‘Find me when you’ve found something, Jesus,’ I yell over my shoulder. I hear something hit the back of the door, and I laugh some more. In the kitchen, I gather the guys up and, give them shifts in threes. I want everyone out and searching within that area. We don’t have a lot of time now and every minute that ticked past was another closer for Maiya to end up like the poor blonde girl. I won’t have that on Devon’s shoulders. Howard catches me as I’m walking up the stairs.
‘I’m staying with you, Jared.’ I nod.
‘Okay, who’s on first shift?’ We’ve agreed that we would split off into teams of three. One team patrolling the grounds at all times, and another team within the six-mile radius searching for Maiya. We’ve collected some of her clothes and distributed them among the men so they could find the scent.
‘Some of the guys who came with your dad.’ Fair enough. I nod.
‘Erm, is Devon doing okay, Jared?’ I stop and turn to face him, and shake my head no.
‘She’s been through a fuck load of shit and not finding Maiya is making it worse. We haven’t really gone into detail about what happened while she was gone, but seeing that girl, I don’t know what to fucking think. I just hope to fuck we find her for Devon’s sake.’
‘What about Kristen?’
My face turns up in disgust.
‘When we find her, she’ll pay for her part, however small. A traitor is a fucking traitor.’
‘I didn’t see that coming, Jared. I got to tell you—that was a fucking shock.’
I nod. ‘Me neither, brother.’
I’m eager to get back to Devon, but I stop and turn to Howard at the doorway.
‘Thanks, man,’ I tell him. He looks at me like I’ve grown an extra head. ‘For having my back.’ He grumbles something about always having it no matter what, as he turns and walks away. I shake my head and walk in to find Zoe sitting on the bed holding Devon’s hand. My eyes find Devon’s and my heart drops.
‘What’s wrong?’
I instantly look to Zoe. I want answers. What’s wrong with her? Is she in pain? They don’t answer, and I can’t take it. ‘Will someone please fucking answer me?’ Zoë’s eyes widen, and she looks to Devon, for what? Permission? I’m literally going stir crazy with this shit when Devon finally opens her mouth to speak.
‘Zoe, can we catch up later?’
‘Sure, no problem. I’ll be in to check on you in a while, okay?’
‘Tell Howard to check in with Brad will you?’ I ask as she closes the door. When she’s gone, I take up Zoë’s position on the bed holding her hand. I can’t take this.
‘Devon, talk to me, baby?’
‘It was nothing, Jared, honestly, just girl talk,’ She’s lying through her back teeth. Clearly not realising I can already read her like a fucking book. I grit my teeth, and I feel my blood heat as my patience wains. I do not want to upset her anymore, so I’m walking on eggshells, but between this and Jedd, plus Kristen on the loose, my patience is stretched pretty fucking thin.
‘Girl talk that has you crying?’ I look at her with wide eyes daring her to lie to me again. She plays with her hands in her lap and doesn’t look at me.
‘Devon, if you don’t fucking tell me and stop with the bullshit, I’ll spank your ass.’ She sighs and I can tell I’ve got her.
‘Jared, it wasn’t anything really. I was just telling her my feelings about everything.’
‘Oh well, that helps a fuck load!’
‘There’s no need to get all snarly with me!’ Snarly? She hasn’t seen fucking snarly yet. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I count to five before I open them again.
‘Baby, whatever it was, please tell me about it. I don’t want you keeping things from me that upset you.’
‘Why do you keep things from me then?’
How the fuck did this shit get turned on me?
‘I don’t?’
She closes her eyes and sighs again.
‘Jared, we were talking about the fact that I feel responsible for what’s happened to Maiya and Zoe was explaining what the kitsunes are like. Pretty much what you said earlier—they kill for fun. She then talked about the girl that had been found. Dead.’ For fuck’s sake. ‘Zoe assumed I would know, Jared because the whole house knows, but obviously, you didn’t feel that I’m important enough to know.’
Jesus Christ. Why? Why the fuck did I choose a female that would fight with me on every God damn thing?
‘Devon, you may wanna get down off your fucking high horse. Isn’t it obvious why I didn’t tell you that?’
‘It’s something I needed to know! Something YOU should have told me.’
‘Why? So you could beat yourself up some more? Carry even more guilt? Fuck, only a few hours ago you were passing out unconscious in the kitchen because you couldn’t fucking deal with this shit!’
Her face changes. She looks like I’ve slapped her. Fuck.
‘I didn’t mean it like that, I meant—’
‘You don’t have to explain yourself, Jared. It’s fine. I’m too delicate—too stupid to cope with all of this—’
‘Now you are being fucking stupid. Don’t put words in my mouth! That’s not what I said, and you fucking know it.’
‘I’d like to be alone for a while,’ I growl out my frustration at her request as I get up and walk towards the door. But I turn at the last minute.
‘Has it made you feel better knowing that a girl died? That I had to fucking bury her and cover up her rape and murder? That her parents will never know the truth?’
Her gasp is answer enough. I’ve made my point. ‘Nah I didn’t think so.’ I slam the door behind me. I find Zoe outside. A guilty look on her face. She starts to speak, but I don’t want to know. ‘Don’t,’ I warn as I walk past her.
I don’t go upstairs for the rest of the day, and I take my shift with Howard and Logan patrolling the grounds. Logan stays in human form with a cache of weapons on him while Howard and I run in wolf form. I’m not sure anything will ever happen here, but with Kristen gone over to enemy lines, we have to expect anything. I need this time to clear my head. I said some shit to Devon that I shouldn’t have, but I’m about ready to snap. I’m trying my fucking hardest to keep her safe and sane, and I have no clue what I’m doing. I’ve never had to deal with a female’s feelings or worry about hurting them. I gave zero fucks about who I pissed off or why, before Devon. And it pisses me off that I go to all this fucking effort and for what? So she can throw it right back in my face. Fucking females.
Our shift is over, and another team have taken our place. I’m just getting my jeans zipped up when I hear Howard come through the brush.
‘You okay?’ It pisses me off that he’s even asking.
‘Fucking super, you?’
He snorts back a laugh, as I pull my t-shirt over my head.
‘What’s crawled up your ass?’
I slip my feet into my boots and tuck in the laces. I can’t be arsed with tying them right now.
‘Fucking females,’ I tell Howard in answer. He laughs out loud this time and doesn’t try to hold it back.
‘Why do you think I don’t have one?’
‘Cause you’re too fuckin ugly to get one?’ I reply, taking the piss.
‘Fuck you—I get plenty. Just not the same one twice. Too much fuckin trouble.’
I thought about that for a minute, and yeah, I had been happy passing the time and getting down with a different woman whenever I wanted, but I wasn’t complete. It wasn’t until Devon that I felt whole. Like I had a purpose. I’ve never felt that need to be with someone before. Not once have I ever felt
that with anyone else. And it was instant—not even after I’d tasted her or been inside her. It was before I’d even set eyes on her. My nose knew she was mine—that she was meant for me.
‘You’ll know one day. You will find that one person that makes you feel like a fuckin king.’ Howard laughs so hard he bends over.
‘If she makes you feel like a king, why the fuck are you out here bitching to me instead of up there feeling like a king?’
‘Fuck you, smartass.’ I smack him in the arm. He laughs some more. We make it through the treeline, and I look up to my bedroom window. Devon is standing there with my white t-shirt on. As soon as I look up, our eyes meet. As I get to the back door, she disappears out of sight.
I head on straight up the stairs and go to her. I’ve had my fill of this shit, and I’m putting a stop to it now.
I open the door finding her sitting on the end of the bed. Her eyes meet mine, and I don’t see sadness. I see resolve. I walk over to her. I don’t want to talk this shit out. I just want to feel her. I pull her face up in my hands and meet her lips with mine. I’m not gentle. I’m taking what I need, and giving her what she needs. I am going to fuck the angry right out of her. I lay her down and pull the tee up and over her head—she has no bra on. I stop at her wrists and twist the material on itself creating a binding. I hook it over a piece of the headboard to keep it in place. It’s makeshift, but it works. I lean back and take in the view—she’s squirming a little under my gaze, but I take in every piece of her. I’ve fucking missed her today. I tease her tits with my mouth, and I drag my tongue along her ribcage and down to her belly button. I dip my tongue in, and she whimpers. I move further south, and I know she is desperate to get her hands in my hair, and knowing that makes me smile. I flatten my tongue and pushing her knees up and her legs wide, I pull my tongue through her wet pussy lips. Tasting her cream, from the bottom up, until I get to her clit. Mmmm, fuckin beautiful. Her face is flushed, and it’s spreading down her chest. I hook her calves over my shoulders, and I lift her ass off the mattress, spearing my tongue inside her. The little moans and whimpers I elicit from her make it all that much fucking better. I tongue-fuck her pussy like my life depends on it. Her feet are like a vice on my back, squeezing me closer. I move to her clit, and I feel her legs twitch just a little. That’s my girl. I circle a finger around her lips, spreading her juices, and then I push in with my middle finger, hooking it inside and stroking that little spot that drives her wild. I’ve tasted a few pussies in my time, but nothing ever comes close to this. Not even on the same scale. I wouldn’t normally give unless I was receiving because it was never about making them feel good, it was about taking what I needed from a one-night stand. But I could eat this pussy all day long and not get bored, especially as she is always this receptive. I fucking love it. I push another finger inside and fuck her with my fingers, flicking and sucking on her clit. I circle a third finger through her wet lips and spread it up and around that little forbidden fruit. I feel her tense as I do, but it drove her wild last time, she just needs to relax and enjoy it. I circle it and hook with my other fingers, all the while teasing her clit with my tongue. I feel a small tremble as she clamps down with her thighs, and as I slide that third finger just beyond the entrance, she comes apart. I guide her through the orgasm and just when she is coming down I pull my third finger free, and she goes again, letting out a long low moan. It’s beautiful. I’m still fully clothed, but I can’t wait to get inside of her.
I unzip my fly and don’t waste time—she cries out as I fill her, stretching her. I take her mouth and swallow her moan as I pull back and thrust forward again. Her tongue slides into my mouth, and I let her set the pace of the kiss. It’s desperate and greedy, and it turns me the fuck on. I’m going to blow my load if I’m not careful, and I don’t want to end this just yet. She is clinging to me with her legs pulling me in close, and I’ll come in minutes if I don’t pull back. I need to regain my self-control—something I’ve learned is almost impossible when fucking Devon. I pull out, and I feel like I’ve been kicked in the balls—like my dick has a mind of its own and is screaming at me to get the fuck back in there. But I need a minute, or it will all be over too soon. Devon cries out in desperation, as I pull myself from her warm tight pussy. I pull her hands free and flip her over. If she touches me, it will be game over. Pushing her face down onto the bed, I have her ass and pussy up in the air, just begging to be fucked. It’s a sight to behold. And I take a second to appreciate the view. I pull her ass cheeks apart and before she can complain I have my mouth there, just teasing the entrance. She moans and pushes her ass out toward me. I slide my fingers into her pussy again and keep the same rhythm as my tongue fucking her sweet little ass. I don’t take it too deep, I don’t want to put her off, but I’m absolutely out of my mind happy that this is doing it for her. One day soon, I’ll take her ass completely.
Her legs start to shake, and I feel the beginnings of another orgasm. I work her through it, slowing down, but not stopping until she’s pulling away and can’t take anymore. That’s when I thrust in hard, and I have no intentions of stopping or slowing until I’ve filled her with my cum. I have visions of coming all over her body and rubbing it into her skin—marking her in every way possible—as if my bonding scent isn’t enough. I want to make her fat and round with my babies. Yep, multiple babies. I want to watch her, barefoot and pregnant in our home. All this flashes through my mind as I fire my load into her greedy pussy, and she milks me for every last drop like she’s been starved for me.
Fuck me. If we can make up like this every time we have an argument, I’ll be sure to piss her off at least once a day. I’m still feeling the last of my seed pump through me when I unclench my jaw and open my eyes. I look down to see she’s turned her face to the side so she can look at me. She has a gorgeous grin on her face. I’m holding on tight to her hips, and honestly, I feel a bit like jelly. Without breaking the connection, she pushes up on her arms, and I fold onto my knees where she ends up sitting with my help, holding her in place. This is a real good position, I note, hands on tits as she bounces up and down, taking what she needs. She would be in control. Of course, I could also dictate the pace by holding her hips. Fuck me I can feel myself swelling again. She turns her face to mine and takes my mouth in a kiss. This time it’s different, slow, not teasing. But showing me her love.
Devon
Three days has passed since the pack started its search within the six-mile radius that Brad narrowed down. I’ve mostly been holed up in Jared’s bedroom, with the exception of meal times, and even then sometimes Jared brings up food for me because he knows how I’m feeling. I just find it hard to be around everyone right now. I know all of this is my fault and I know none of them would ordinarily be looking for someone they didn’t know or care about—someone that isn’t even part of their pack, or even a wolf. And I know that Jared is only doing this for my benefit, so I appreciated it all, but the fact I can’t take part—can’t actively search—makes me feel like I’m a burden.
Jared wakes me from another fitful night’s sleep. He has a strange look on his face. Worry? I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes, licking my lips as I realise I really need a drink. Jared seems to read my mind, and he hands me a cool drink of water from the side table. I smile and take it.
‘What’s up?’ I ask as soon as my mouth is wet and I’m able to form words.
‘There are some police officers downstairs and they want to speak to you.’ He looks scared. Yes, that’s the look. Oh shit, what’s wrong?
‘Why? What’s wrong? Why are they here? What did they say? Is it my dad?’ I fire off all these questions while throwing clothes on, barely noticing what I’m putting on. But I’m in motion, and that’s all that matters. I head for the door, but he pulls me back toward him.
‘Baby, hang on. They’re here about Maiya. People have noticed she’s missing—that you’ve been missing too. They want to check on you and also ask you some questions.’
> ‘Okay, let’s go—’
‘Devon. You can’t tell them anything.’
I stop in my tracks and meet his eyes.
‘But they could help find her? Maybe they will have a better chance?’
‘Devon, please trust me on this. We take care of our own business. We can’t involve the police.’
I take a breath and realise that he’s right. I knew this already, but my sleep-deprived brain is not thinking this through logically.
‘I know. Yes, you’re right. I won’t say anything. What do they know?’
‘I’m not a hundred percent sure right now, but they need to think you’ve been here the whole time. That you packed a bag and had no reason to go back to the dorm. You didn’t know she was missing, and you haven’t kept in touch because you weren’t great friends. Okay?’
‘Yup, not friends, been here, haven’t left, got it.’
He nods, and we make our way down the stairs and into the kitchen, which is surprisingly empty, considering this is the hub of the house. Weird. Where is everyone? The only person in there is Howard. And he’s talking about his university course while making a coffee. Wow, this is surreal. Howard is having a full-on conversation with the cops. It’s more than I’ve ever heard him speak to anyone!
‘Hey, here she is. You want a cup, Devon?’ Howard asks, grinning. Grinning? Like it’s an everyday occurrence. Someone needs to pinch me. I nod, accepting the coffee, while the two officers turn to greet me,
‘PC Turner, and my colleague PC Hendow, Miss Hathoway.’ I shake his hand.
‘Nice to meet you both—what can I do for you?’ I ask, trying and hopefully succeeding in nonchalance.
‘Well, we have had a missing person’s report filed for your roommate.’
‘Maiya?’ I ask in a shocked tone,
‘Yes, Maiya Middleton. She’s been missing for some time now, and we were hoping you could give us some information about the last time you saw her? Did you talk about anything in particular? Did she tell you about anyone she’d met or any plans she had?’
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