by Zoey Marcel
The McAlisters of McKenna Downs 4
Dark as Cole
Danielle Hartwell and Cole McAlister start a BDSM relationship together, but she senses darkness in him, something that has him holding back with her. She's determined to win back his trust and get him to open up to her again like he used to.
Cole helps the police investigate the murders. Just when it seems they have it all figured out, the serial killer does something out of character and baffles them.
Sean Friel prepares to leave for New York, but not before the one he loves the most gives him the sweetest goodbye he’s ever known.
Brighton McAlister struggles to convince himself that Kale Enos is not like the person who hurt him, but the fears that drive him away send him into the arms of trouble. When Brighton is kidnapped it becomes a battle between Cole’s intelligence and a killer’s obsession. Time is running out and there can be only one winner.
NOTE! This is book 4 of 4 in The McAlisters of McKenna Downs collection. These books are not stand-alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. The final book contains a happily ever after for the heroine and all her men.
Note: This series runs on a parallel timeline to The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 51,681 words
DARK AS COLE
The McAlisters of McKenna Downs 4
Zoey Marcel
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
About the Author
DARK AS COLE
The McAlisters of McKenna Downs 4
ZOEY MARCEL
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
Cole McAlister couldn’t take his eyes off her. He had Danielle Hartwell, the woman of his dreams, naked and kneeling by his chair while he sat at the table and fed her. They were alone together in the dining room.
Her full breasts looked appetizing and creamy. She had such soft skin. He loved the way her nipples pebbled eagerly beneath his ogling and the blonde silkiness of her hair.
Her pussy was waxed. It looked nice, but he preferred pubic hair on a woman. It was more natural and adult to his mind.
“Can I ask you something, Sir?”
“What is it?” he asked.
“Why are you so interested in this case my brother is working on?”
“I have reason to believe the serial killer is a member of a cult. If my hunch is correct, he’s killing according to sexual orientation.”
“How do you mean?”
“When I lived in London, I was running my father’s bank at first. I found it tiresome and dull so I outsourced the work to someone else.”
She smiled. “He didn’t seem like he appreciated that when you told him.”
Cole’s lips swerved into a half smile. “No. He’s rigid. He doesn’t understand the need for variety and adventure. I was always good at finding things. I found some missing children and returned them to their parents. After a while it turned into finding adults who had been abducted and eventually helping the police find criminals.”
“So you were like a private investigator?”
“Something like that.”
“That’s kind of sexy.”
He smiled and forked more sweet potatoes into her pretty mouth. “Remember to call me Sir, Danielle.”
“Sorry, Sir,” she said while chewing.
“Such a classy girl talking with food in her mouth,” he teased.
She looked so cute blushing like that.
“You were saying?”
“Ah, yes, there was this cult over there where the members would sacrifice heterosexuals and homosexuals to these two deities, Ronsha and Illar. Ronsha was female. It was believed she had a taste for women who had never known a woman’s touch and for men who had only ever been with men. She wanted to be a person’s first experience with a woman. Illar was the opposite. He favored lesbians and straight men. He wanted to be their first man.”
Danielle sat there obediently and listened while he spoke.
“Anyone who was gay or straight was in danger of being sacrificed as offerings to these gods,
” Cole said. “The bisexuals who were kidnapped were of no interest to Ronsha and Illar, so the members of the cult were free to use them for themselves. Afterward they always killed them, but never as a sacrifice.”
“Did they actually believe in those deities?”
“I’m not sure. Some of them might have, but others were probably in it for the thrill of the hunt and the sexual aspect of it. The person who was rumored to have started the cult did so as a human experiment. He was recorded by a member as saying he found the human mind fascinating, as well as the lengths people were willing to go to for something they believed in and the way others pretended to believe for the sexual rewards and the rush of killing.”
She chewed after he gave her another forkful of food.
“He abandoned the cult long before I ever investigated it. No one knows where he went, but it’s believed he left the country and settled elsewhere, possibly Ireland. No one knows for certain.”
“What was his name?”
“Hessian. No one knows his real name, though.”
“Why did you start investigating the cult?”
Cole hesitated. It was a dark story and one he wasn’t proud of. Only his best mate, Owen Tracy, knew of it since he’d been involved.
“Suck my cock first, then I’ll tell you.”
He was hoping she’d forget.
She gave him an adoring smile and scooted closer. “Gladly, Sir.”
Her shaking fingers fumbled with his fly. His dick leaped to attention in his pants. It slowly moved to the opening in his jeans. He lifted his hips briefly so she could tug his pants down.
He moaned when her small, warm palm rested on his crotch. She rubbed him gently through his boxer briefs. She tugged the waistband of his underwear down just enough to pull his penis out.
He let out a ragged gasp when she took his stiff cock between her soft, full lips. The warm, humid embrace of her lovely mouth was almost too much as she slowly sucked him into a painful state of hardness he thought for sure he’d die from.
She pulled off and his dick mourned the loss of her.
He gripped her by the hair and moved her head down to his crying penis again. “Pleasure me.”
She moaned softly and lapped his glans with tiny, delicate flicks of her warm, wet tongue. He hissed as bolts of electricity flared all throughout his body and settled in his loins. His belly tightened with excitement as she loved all over his shaft with her tongue as though he were a tasty lollipop she just couldn’t pry herself away from. He hoped she never did.
He felt pre-cum leaking from the slit into her warm, wonderful mouth. His head went back, and he gave himself over to the tormented sounds of the erotic possession she’d placed him under. All his attention homed in on the pleasure being expertly bestowed on his groin.
Danielle played with his balls and squished them in her hand while she suckled his length. Electric prickles and tingles sparked in his testes while she stimulated them.
He kept his eyes open when he came so he could witness his cock jerking against her face as he emptied himself into her. He exploded in her wicked mouth. His cum pooled around his shaft as he slowly came down from the amazing high.
“My God, Danielle,” he breathed out.
She pulled off him and smiled. Her cheeks were rigid and slightly concave at the moment, and he knew she still had his seed in her mouth.
He gave her a napkin to spit his cum into.
“Thank you, Sir. You taste delicious.”
He cracked a smile at that.
“Now will you tell me about the cult?”
His mood darkened. “Sit on my lap.”
She obeyed and he was certain his cock would get hard again from feeling her lush, naked ass on his lap.
“Would you rather hear the story or have an orgasm?” he asked.
“That’s not fair,” she whined. “I want both.”
“Choose, darling.”
She simpered over the pet name, but it took her a long moment to arrive at a decision. “I want to hear the rest of the story, Sir.”
That astonished him. Was it because she cared about him, or was it mere curiosity which compelled her to forgo climax for the sake of hearing him finish the tale?
He felt exposed and wondered if she would judge him as harshly as he sometimes judged himself for what had happened years ago. But really, the alternative would have been so much worse.
“I want you to feed me while I touch you,” he said gently.
“What about the story?”
“Lesson one, the choice is mine. You should have asked what I wanted.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She fed him and there was something utterly precious about holding her close while she forked food into his mouth. Her body was perfumed with that alluring fragrance of summertime and subtle undertones of feminine desire.
He smoothed his fingertips lightly over her bare sex.
“Why do you wax your pussy, Danielle?”
She squirmed on his lap. “I started doing that when I lived in Chicago.”
“When you were stripping?”
She winced and nodded.
“Is that your preference?”
“No, Sir. I was just trying to look more desirable.”
“It’s a matter of taste. One isn’t better than the other. Every man favors a different look.” Cole skimmed his fingers through her wetness. “I would prefer you with hair down here.”
“Oh, thank God.” She blew out a breath of relief.
That made him smile. “You would rather be natural?”
“Heavens, yes. Getting it waxed is such a pain in the ass and I hate that it looks smaller without hair. I feel like more of a woman with a bush down there and it seems like it balances everything out. My pussy looks bigger and I look like an adult woman.”
He stuck a finger inside her, enjoying the way she flinched and spread her legs more.
“I’m glad we’re in agreement. Keep it trimmed so I don’t have any trouble finding it, but I definitely prefer hair down there.”
She gave him a light slap on the arm that made his dick jump in his pants.
“I’ve never let it go that bad.”
He rubbed her clitoris while she fed him.
“Are you ever going to finish the rest of the story?” she asked.
He stilled. “Perhaps.”
“When?” She stiffened with her building climax.
“We’ll see.”
She convulsed in his arms when she came. It was a breathtaking sight and his groin appreciated the dry humping. She soaked his pants with her warm release.
When I’m certain you won’t leave me and break my heart all over again.
* * * *
Danielle walked through Stone River with Cole. She loved the way her hand felt in his and how handsome he looked. He wore a long black coat over his clothes. His black, wavy hair looked striking when offset against the snowy background. His gray eyes had so much depth when he looked at her. They spoke the words his mouth never did when they were together.
He hadn’t kissed her yet. Damn him for making her wait for it. She didn’t know if he wanted to wait until after they’d spent more time together, or if he wanted her to beg him for it. She was about to.
“I’m sorry my brother didn’t give you the list of victims’ names when you asked him for it,” she said. “I tried asking him, too, but he was on to me.”
“I appreciate the effort. I’ll get that list. Your brother is too by-the-book. What I really need is a Barney Fife officer.”
She smirked. “Good luck with that. The police around here are pretty smart.”
Cole gave her a crooked smile and caressed her hand with his thumb. “Oh, there’s always a Barney. You just have to know where to look.”
After a few more minutes of walking, they happened by Greg Friel who stood over a fallen man in the snow.
“We’ve got a dead man just hanging out here in the snow,” he said into the walkie-tal
kie.
The man on the ground groaned.
“Scratch that. He’s not dead. He’s just unconscious.”
The guy rolled over onto his back and burped before bursting into drunken song.
Greg sighed. “Never mind. He’s just some idiot drunk. I’ve got this.”
Cole let go of her hand once they’d passed him and then started toward him. He gestured toward Greg. “My dear, I give you Barney Fife.”
She grinned. “Good job.”
Sure enough, Greg was interested in Cole’s theory and wrote down a list of names of the serial killer’s victims.
Later that night Cole shut himself in his study and pored over the list. He seemed so engrossed in trying to figure out the person’s identity and motive that she left him to it.
It nagged her incessantly that he hadn’t finished telling her the rest of that story about the cult. She had to know. She’d been torn in half when he’d given her a choice between an orgasm and hearing the rest of it the other day. She’d chosen the story, though. He was so much more important to her than getting off.
Chapter Two
Heath Brodie lay naked on his back, quivering beneath the hungry stares. He felt vulnerable and safe as his two lovers, Heller and Danielle, kissed warm, moist trails all over his body. They took turns nibbling his lips and sipping his tongue in slow, electrifying kisses.
He was so worked up over the soft, wet licks, the heated nibbles, and sloppy moisture left behind on his skin from all the mouthing they did all over his body. His cock was fully erect, jutting straight up from his hips like a spear. Pre-cum glazed from the tip. Each dewy drop tickled his shaft on the way down.
“You ready, cowboy?” Heller asked in a calming tone.
