Forbidden Love (Stone Pack Book 1)

by Harper Phoenix

  ‘FUUUUUUUUUUUUK! What the fuck, Harrison?’ I walk into a scene from a fucking horror movie. Blood everywhere. Devon is covered in splatter. And I can’t fucking believe I let this shit happen. I fucking knew I should have stayed. Harrison is looking at me like what he’s doing isn’t anything unusual. And I guess he’s not, but my female covered in blood with Harrison at the helm of whatever you called this shit was—because there was torturing information out of someone, and then there was Harrison’s twisted way of extracting information. What Harrison did wasn’t fucking pretty, and it was always a last resort because he never left them any room to talk. It was more a way of killing them slowly and painfully. And Devon is smack in the middle—not fucking good! Shit.

  ‘Jared, what’s wrong?’ she asks like I didn’t just walk up into this shit storm.

  ‘Devon, what are you doing? Jesus, you don’t need to see this shit! Come on?’ I want to get her out of this room, fast. She’ll never sleep again. Fuck me. I’m an idiot, trusting any fucker but myself to make sure she was okay. Fucking Brad.

  ‘Jared, stop. It’s okay.’

  I turn and look into her eyes—she’s serious. I take a minute to process it all. The room, her, the asshole strung up from the ceiling, Harrison. And then it hits me. It wasn’t Harrison’s doing—it was hers. Devon had done this. Fuck me. No. I did this shit—not her. This was my job. This was my burden. I didn’t want this for her. I wanted her to sleep happily—feel safe and never worry about this shit. But here she is. Knife in hand. Soaked to the skin. Face covered in blood and she’s okay. I look at Harrison whose face splits into a grin. Devon comes over, and I pull her into my arms, her head to my chest. Harrison is giving me a fucking thumbs up behind her back.

  ‘Got a fucking keeper there,’ he tells me. ‘She can come and play with me anytime.’ I knew what he meant, but it didn’t stop the growl rumbling up and out of my chest. He called this shit playtime. Sick? Yep. But he did it and slept like a baby. So that was that. I didn’t complain. He’s one of the best guys there is.

  But apparently, my female has the stomach for this too. Who knew? I’m not sure how I feel about it right now, so I’ll store that shit for later. What I do know is, when she wanted to kill Kristen, just the thought made her spew her guts up in the toilet. But a lot has changed. Clearly what they did has affected her more than I realised. So now I have to think about how the fuck we move forward from here. Would she feel guilt? Remorse? Sick? I didn’t know. But whatever came I’d be there a hundred percent. And Harrison can go fuck himself if he thinks she’s going anywhere near his playtime again.

  ‘Baby, let’s get you cleaned up.’ I pull her by the hand, and she follows. And we head straight up to our bedroom. I strip her and walk her into the bathroom. She’s quiet, and I’m freaking the fuck out at what’s running through her mind. Probably a constant stream of visuals from that cell. Fuck me. I’ll cut his fucking balls off for allowing this. I turn on the shower, and she walks in, eye-fucking me over her shoulder. She curls her finger for me to ‘come here’. I frown, and she does it again. I go, obviously! Stripping my tee and jeans, I kick them off my feet and get in after her. The water runs pink as the blood runs from her hair. Her arms come up around my neck, and she pulls me into a kiss—her tongue dominating and pushing into my mouth. I lift her by the ass and press her up against the tiles. She’s like a horny nympho. Jesus Christ, she reaches down between us and cups my balls in her hand.

  ‘Fuck me, Jared,’ she begs. Oh, fuck me. I love this female. I line myself up with her pussy, and I push in. Home. I take a moment to savour it. As always it feels fucking amazing. Her hands grab my hair, and she begins riding me, curling her lower back and ass. Eager, and not willing to wait a moment longer, I push harder against the wall to limit her movements. This is still my domain. And I will make sure it stays that way. I call the shots. I pull her up and off my dick, lowering her to the floor. She protests, and I like that. My girl has fire. I push her to her knees, and I push my thumb into her mouth—she opens and takes it. Her eyes look up at me, she’s waiting for my dick. But I don’t give it to her. I watch as her demeanour changes—there she is. My submissive female. I kneel in front of her and take her mouth in a demanding kiss. Leaving her moaning and breathless as I break it.

  ‘Turn around,’ I order, and she does as I ask. I push lightly in between her shoulder blades. And she bends on all fours, presenting me her very fine ass. I take in the view, sliding my hands up and over each cheek. Pulling them apart so I can see the fruit in between. I want my mouth there, but I’m impatient, so that will have to wait. Instead, I line myself up and push into her warm wet pussy. Fuck, yes. I rock back and forth a minute, not wanting this to end too quickly. Closing my eyes, I just taking in the feeling. Her pussy is clutching my dick—the best fucking feeling ever. I thrust in and out, and I’m grunting on every thrust. Devon’s panting and her moans are getting louder with each stroke. She’s hyped up and taking everything I give her, not even trying to hold back the noise like she normally does. And I fucking love it. She comes hard and screams out my name. Her pussy is clenching me like a tight fist, and I pump harder as her legs go stiff and the orgasm takes hold. I hold her hips up so she doesn’t collapse, and she’s still moaning out loud. It doesn’t take long before I’m blowing inside her. A few more thrusts and I’m collapsing on her back. Fuck that was intense. I pull out and stand, helping her to her feet. And we clean up, locking lips at every opportunity. Fuck, this is good. I want this so fucking much. I need this shit over and cleared away so we can actually get on with a normal fucking relationship. Preferably one where I don’t walk in on her slicing and dicing some asshole in the cellar. Suddenly my mind is back to that shit. Everyone down there is going to get a fucking piece of my mind, and probably a fist in the mouth for emphasis. Fuming isn’t strong enough to describe how mad I am at them.

  As Devon towel dries her hair, bending over at the waist, I think about the gleam in her eye as she looked at me with the knife in her hand and the way she’s been since. Her smile. The intense fucking we just had. This isn’t a broken female. No, she almost seems better than she was this morning. Happier. Chirpy.

  Fuck me. Maybe she really did like it. Maybe it is what she needed. I need to take another look at this asshole before Harrison ends him for good. I get dressed while I’m still damp from the shower, making it hard to get my jeans on, but I’m in a rush, so I struggle and get pissed off. I don’t bother with a shirt—can’t be arsed with the hassle. I kiss Devon and tell her I’ll be a minute. I make my way to the cells and meet Howard and Brad in the corridor. Howard starts to speak, but I put my hand up in warning and clench my jaw. I do not want to hear it right now. I open the door and walk down to the cell. He’s a fucking mess. I go in, and the stench hits me. I missed it the first time. Piss, not the asshole’s though, Harrison’s. What the fuck?

  ‘You pissed on him?’ I ask in disbelief.

  He shrugs his shoulders, ‘What your female wanted, so that’s what I did.’

  What? ‘Devon asked you to piss all over him?’

  He nods as he spins his knife in his hand. I shake my head and take in the stinking bastard who is strapped to the chair with his arms at an awkward angle and his junk on show. He’s covered in so much blood that I can’t tell where he’s actually cut. I take the hose from the floor and turn it on full. He’s passed out, but he soon wakes up. The chair tries to move from the force, but it’s tied tight. I can see now that the cuts are all small and have been made strategically, so he doesn’t bleed out really quick.

  ‘Did you tell her how to do this?’ I point to the cut on the bastard’s neck. A small nick in his artery had been burned, cauterising the wound.

  ‘Nope, she’s got a natural talent for this,’ he says grinning. ‘She didn’t really need me here except for a few pointers here and there. I was kind of glad when you came, allowed me to get rid of my fucking hard on for his blood.’

  Then I think back to wha
t he said minutes ago… and my brain fogs with red mist.

  ‘You had your dick out where my female was?’

  He couldn’t fucking piss on the guy with it in his fucking boxers, could he? Motherfucker. He puts his hands up in self-defense at which point I realise I’m advancing on him real fast.

  ‘Easy there, boss. She turned away—didn’t see a fucking thing. I swear.’

  I growl a little, swallowing back my immediate anger. I need to dial it down. I’m shaking and ready to blow my lid. This fucking female has me tied up in knots—threatening my pack brothers, who I’ve trusted all my life. Now I knew why the older guys would be kicking the shit out of pissants who dared show their female any attention. Jesus, I would total a fucking town for Devon. My blood boils at the mere thought of another male anywhere near her. Fuck me. I hear Brad and Howard in the corridor beyond the door. I turn my attention there and stride up to a worrisome pair.

  ‘Who the fuck thought THAT was a good idea?’ I ask pointing to the cell. They both look at each other, and then back at me. It’s Howard who answers.

  ‘Jared, she’s fucking stubborn. Brad tried to tell her no and she wasn’t fucking having it,’ he says waving his hands around as he speaks. ‘She wanted Harrison in there, and nothing we said or did would have stopped her. You weren’t here, so we went with making her happy,’ he says, shrugging his shoulders. I don’t say anything, thinking it through. ‘Look we were in a shitty situation. If we’d said no she would have been mighty pissed off and you wouldn’t have been happy about that either.’

  True. I sigh in resignation. I couldn’t really argue with that when it was spelt out to me.

  ‘You know she’ll never fucking sleep again after that shit show?’

  ‘Hate to break it to you, bud, but she seemed pretty damn comfortable in there,’ Brad chimes in, smiling.

  ‘Fuck you,’ I tell him and turn my back. I had a bone to pick with the bastard before Harrison put the finishing touches on his masterpiece.

  ‘Okay. So now is the time for talking. This game is called show and tell, fucker. I show you how much pain you get if you don’t fucking tell. You feel me?’ He groans. ‘Okay, so I have a question, and you are going to TELL me the answer. Why did my female want my brother here to piss on you?’ He grins at me. Motherfucker. But I have my answer. He tries to speak and chokes a little, no doubt on the blood running down his throat. But then he tries again.

  ‘I…I’m…ex…expecting…to…choke…on…hi…his…cock…next.’ He grins as he speaks and that red mist descends. I roar out my frustration, and I don’t think, I act. I punch him in the face until it caves in. I end up on the floor. The rope has snapped or possibly his arm, but the chair is no longer, holding him up. I’m covered in bits of him, but I keep going. I don’t want this fucker in one piece. Only fucking moments ago did I have Devon on her knees in front of me, ready for me to push my dick in her mouth and she— FUCK.

  ‘Motherfucker, you motherfucking CUUUNT!’ I roar out like he can still hear me. He’s long dead. I stand and take a knife from Harrison’s leather case, and I stab the fucker’s dick until there is nothing but mush left there too. I walk out panting and straight up the stairs where I find Devon asleep on the bed. I fall to my knees beside her. Why didn’t she tell me? Why didn’t she tell me what that cunt had done to her? I hold her hand as she sleeps, smearing his blood all over her and the sheets, but I need her close. I move onto the bed next to her, and she stirs, then her eyes blink open as she realises I’m back. She sits up really quick looking at me.

  ‘Is he dead?’ she asks. I nod, unable to get the words out of my throat for the clogged up feeling I have there as I fight the tears.

  ‘Tell me,’ I manage. Her eyes close and I know then. She doesn’t need to speak the words. What the bastard said was true—he made her choke on his… fuck me I can’t even…Fuck.

  ‘I didn’t want to tell you, Jared, because I didn’t want us—this—to change. You had already stepped back from me so much. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.’

  ‘Baby, you can tell me anything—any fucking thing, and you will never lose me.’ I clutch her face in my hands and make her look me in the eye. ‘You and me are forever, Devon. No matter what, You feel me?’ She nods. ‘I need you to know that no one will ever touch you again.’ She nods and her arms come up and around my neck. I pull her in for the hug. ‘Ever,’ I tell her. When she pulls back she has a mischievous smile on her lips—she’s once again covered in blood.

  There is more between us now than I thought possible and that smile is where my eyes are glued.

  ‘What about you?’ she asks, all sassy.

  ‘Well, that I can’t promise because, no one, not even you can keep me away from what’s mine.’

  ‘Is that right?’

  ‘Damn straight,’ I tell her as I drag her up and into the shower once again.

  I wake up feeling fresh and content. There’s something about clean bedding and the man you love beside you that just makes you sleep so much better. I haven’t slept properly in ages.

  Maiya hadn’t wanted to see or speak to me, but the police had been informed that she was not missing after all. I don’t know the specifics, but I know that Brad dealt with it all and he is currently in charge of her care and everything that goes along with that. He doesn’t seem too happy about it, but he was obviously doing a great job. I really want to see her, but over the last couple of days Brad had warned me off. I’d been biding my time, and right now Brad was in the kitchen, and I can’t smell Maiya in there or see her through the crack in the door, so I decide now is as good a time as any to risk seeing her, while Jared is in the basement.

  I head up the stairs and listen outside of Brad’s bedroom door. I can only hear Maiya, and I think she might be asleep so I crack the door, as I do, her eyes open and she takes me in. A look a pure undulated disgust fills her eyes, and I almost shrink back and close the door again, but I’ve never been one to quit. So, I square my shoulders and walk in, closing the door behind me. We’re alone. For now.

  ‘What the fuck do you want?’ she spits full of venom. I ignore it and walk forward until I reach the end of the bed. I take a deep breath and square my shoulders once again.

  ‘I wanted to see how you are doing. You look much better.’

  She scoffs.

  ‘Well, appearances can be deceiving can’t they?’ she says with an accusing tone.

  ‘Maiya, it’s not like I could just tell you—’

  ‘That you’re a freak?’

  I bite my tongue because I know she’s hurting and I can’t really blame her for being mad at me. I’m the reason this all happened to her.

  ‘Maiya, I can’t tell you how sorry I am—’

  ‘Save it for someone who gives a shit.’

  ‘Maiya. Please don’t be this way. Don’t shut me out. Talk to me.’

  ‘Talk to you? Why would I want to fucking talk to you? You’ve ruined my life—do you understand that? YOU.HAVE.RUINED.MY.FUCKING.LIFE!’ She moves toward me, and I hear metal hit metal as she struggles to sit up. I step forward, and she growls at me. I move the blanket and watch as she struggles against cuffs that are fastened to the bed sides. So she can’t get up. I look into her eyes, and I realise then that she is no longer the carefree, up for anything as long as it made her happy, Maiya that I knew before. This Maiya is cold and empty—a shell of what she once was. I can’t bear to see her this way. Her flesh is marred from the burns she sustained at the hands of those evil creatures. She had been beautiful, but her face is now sunken and sad. All things that werewolf blood can’t heal. Only she, with our help, can fix that look in her eyes. And I will help her in any way I can—even if she hates me for it.

  ‘Do they hurt?’ I ask pointing to her wrists.

  ‘In comparison to what exactly? The rest of my fucked up body?’ she asks, revulsion clear in her voice. I ignore her tone and move toward her again. I can’t see a key, but I will sure as hell find
it if she’s uncomfortable.

  ‘Do you want me to remove them?’

  She looks at me then. Trying to work out why I would take them off I think. Trying to weigh up if I really mean it.

  ‘I can’t leave anyway, can I?’ she asks.

  I shake my head no. ‘This is the safest place for you right now.’

  She sighs

  ‘Yes. So everyone keeps telling me. Funny how I’d rather be anywhere but here with a bunch of fucking freak shows.’

  ‘Oh, now come on, Maiya. You know you love us really?’ Brad chimes in as he walks through the door. ‘I mean, what’s not to love?’

  I stand stiffly at the end of the bed knowing I’m in for an ear bashing. I can’t believe he’s messing with her right now.

  ‘Fuck you, pig,’ she snarls at him before turning her head away from the both of us and closing her eyes. Brad gives me an ‘I told you so’ look.

  I know she hates me and I understand why completely, but it still smarts when I hear her speak to me like that. I just want her back to normal. Us back to normal. But if I’ve learned nothing else in the last few weeks, I’ve learned that you may not always get what you want, but you have to make the best of what you have. And that’s what I will do with Maiya. I wasn’t giving up on her, and she would realise that and have to accept it sooner or later.

  ‘Baby?’ Jared speaks from the door. I turn and look to find a sympathetic look on his face. I go to him, and he wraps his arms around me. We walk together and sit at the kitchen table. I still feel cut up by what Maiya said.

  Jared’s father walks in. I’m shocked because I didn’t know he was back.

  ‘Did I hear correctly that you had a pop at Kristen? Nearly killed her?’ He doesn’t mince his words and gets straight to the point. I look at Jared, who stiffens beside me. Zoe puts her cup down, and everyone stops what they are doing to turn to look at me, waiting for my reply. Jared gives a slight nod, telling me I should answer. His dad is the alpha—although that barely means shit to me. I sit up straighter and nod my head. Mr Stone addresses me again. ‘Well then, that’s good, because today is her last and you’ve just got the job.’ Jared stands up before I can say anything.