Pursuit: A Bad Boy Romance

by Cristal Pierre

  Chapter Eight

  Andrew parked his Porsche a block away and carefully looked at the house. “There they are,” he said. Pia felt a chill as she saw Christian and his werewolves lounging on her balcony. Andrew got out and signaled to the other werewolves who had pulled up in a van behind him. Noiselessly, they crept toward the house, using the parked vehicles as cover. Soon they were just a couple of yards from the house.

  Pia followed them, trying not to make a noise. They were down wind, so she knew Christian’s pack couldn’t smell them. At Andrew’s command, they rushed to the building and up the stairs. The door to the apartment was closed and Andrew ripped it from its hinges with a powerful kick. It crashed to a side and Pia could see the werewolves on the balcony rushing into the room.

  “Well, well, look who we have here.” Christian strode into the middle of the room, a sardonic smile on his face. “That’s quite an entrance for a wolf who has spent the last few months in hiding.”

  “You got that whore to betray me last time, but you won’t have that advantage today,” snarled Andrew.

  “How dare you speak to me like that,” hissed Agatha. “You are a pathetic weakling. Christian beat you fair and square and you have the audacity to insult him. He is the new alpha and you are a whimpering nobody.”

  “There was nothing fair about the way he beat me,” said Andrew grimly. “That is why I challenge you to another match.”

  “For a wolf who ran with his tail between his legs, those are fighting words,” said Christian coolly. “Unfortunately, I beat you once and, consequently, there is no need to do it again.” He turned to his werewolves. “Kill him.”

  “No!” Everyone turned to see who had spoken so forcefully. It was Stefan who advanced boldly towards Christian. “You have perverted our ways long enough. You have to answer this challenge. It is our law!”

  “Who are you to address me like this, you cur,” cried Christian angrily. “I’ll rip your fucking throat out!”

  “Kill them both,” shouted Agatha.

  “What’s the matter, Christian, scared you will lose?” Andrew gave him his most sarcastic smile.

  “I beat you once and I can beat you again!” Christian’s face reddened with rage.

  “Not without some help from your bitch,” said Andrew snidely.

  “How dare you?” shrieked Agatha. “Kill him, Christian, kill him!”

  “I’d love to, but I think I’ll get my wolves to do it for me.” Christian gave a signal, but the wolves held back. He looked around and realized that his support was rapidly waning. “So,” he said thoughtfully, “this is how it is going to be.”

  He looked at Agatha and then, suddenly, without warning, lashed out at Andrew, catching him in the throat. Andrew staggered back, unprepared for the blow, and Christian rushed forward to deliver the killer blow. At the last moment, Andrew recovered and stopped him with a strong upper cut that pushed him back. The werewolves formed a circle as the two alphas circled each other. Pia could see Agatha watching the fight closely, licking her lips. What a bloodthirsty bitch, she couldn’t help thinking.

  Christian rushed at Andrew again, his eyes bulging with anger. Andrew ducked, but his adversary’s wild swipe caught him on the side of head. As he staggered, Christian bared his teeth and prepared to sink them into his neck. Only Andrew’s last-minute movement saved him, and Christian bit him instead on his shoulder. Andrew leapt back, blood streaming down his body, while Pia suppressed a cry of shock.

  Christian followed him while his followers cheered with glee. Pia could see Stefan and the werewolves who came with him looking white with shock. Christian feinted with his right hand before striking another powerful blow with his left. As Andrew fell back, he kicked him viciously in the crotch. With a cry, Andrew doubled over and Christian prepared to deliver the death bite to his exposed neck.

  “Andrew!” It was a single, heart-rending cry from Pia.

  For a moment the room was quiet. But inside Andrew, something stirred. As Christian rushed at him, his face twisted with hate, Andrew rose to deliver a devastating blow to the side of head. In his haste, Christian had advanced without taking care of his defenses and was staggered by the hit. Andrew followed it up with a swift punch to the ribs. As his opponent doubled over, Andrew brought his knee up and smashed his face.

  Christian staggered back, blood streaming down his face. Andrew followed him, reigning blows down on him, a deadly look in his unblinking eyes. Christian tried weakly to defend himself, but he was no match for Andrew in his present mood. He finally fell to his knees and a murmur of surprise rose among the werewolves. They had never imagined that their leader could be defeated in this way.

  Agatha had been watching the preceding with increasing panic. As Andrew raised his fist to deliver the final blow, she rushed forward. Jumping on Andrew, she sank her teeth and nails into his back. With a cry Andrew fell, as she deliberately bit into the wounds on his shoulder. Fresh blood gushed down his body. It was just the respite Christian needed and he slowly got to his feet, a gloating smile on his face.

  Humiliated by Andrew’s assault, it was clear that he meant to kill him by hook or by crook. Pia knew instinctively that Andrew’s situation was desperate. These two were just moments away from killing him, and none of the other werewolves were prepared to interfere despite the blatant cheating on Agatha’s part. Pia grabbed a poker and rushed in, smashing it on Agatha’s head. She fell with a piercing shriek and Andrew moved quickly to defend himself against Christian.

  Agatha rounded on Pia, her eyes blazing with hellish hatred. “You fucking human cunt!” she hissed. “Do you think you can stop my love and me from ruling the wolves? You – a pathetic, weak human. I am going to rip your guts out!”

  Pia snarled, “I’m better than you, you mangy bitch! You and your lover couldn’t lead a pack of mongrels.”

  Agatha face contorted with rage. With a scream, she launched herself at Pia, who swung her poker at her, cracking her on her head. It was a powerful blow, but Agatha managed to shrug it off. Seizing Pia by her throat, she raised her with one hand till her feet were off the ground. Belatedly, Pia realized that she was no match for the strength of a werewolf. She felt herself getting faint as Agatha maintained a chock hold on her throat. Behind her, she could see Andrew and Christian fighting fiercely. Andrew was weakened and Christian was taking full advantage of this to press home his advantage.

  “You filthy bitch!” Agatha brought her face to within inches of Pia. “My only regret is that I will not be able to kill you nice and slow. But don’t worry, I will make sure you suffer for the little time you have left.”

  She leaned forward, her fangs exposed and then stopped. A look of confusion and dismay filled her face. “What …?” Releasing Pia, she staggered back and looked down. From her stomach protruded the silver dagger that Pia had stabbed her with.

  “You can suffer now, you bitch,” said Pia, massaging her throat. Blood was streaming from the wound in Agatha’s midriff. But smoke was also rising from the wound. Pia remembered that blessed silver was capable of destroying werewolves. Agatha shrieked as the smoke continued to rise. The silver of the blade seemed to gleam, consuming her flesh and Pia got the distinct odor of burning flesh.

  “I’m dying,” screamed Agatha. Christian rushed to her side.

  “My love,” he cried.

  Agatha collapsed in his arms. For a moment, she looked into his eyes. Then she drew a labored breath and was still. “No,” screamed Christian. He looked demented with rage. In a single moment he crossed the room. Pia was shocked by the speed of his movement. She brought up the dagger to strike him, but he was too fast for her. Seizing her wrist, he twisted it painfully forcing her to drop it. He bared his teeth and reached for her throat. Pia could feel his hot breath on her neck and prepared for the killer bite.

  But in that instant Andrew reached him. Seizing Christian’s hair, he bent it back. He wrapped his other arm around his jaw, slowly forcing it backwards. Christi
an resisted with increasing desperation, but Andrew was like a man possessed. He pushed Christian’s head back till suddenly there was a snap. Christian became instantly lifeless as his neck broke.

  Andrew dropped his body onto the floor and raised his arms. The werewolves who were watching the unfolding drama transfixed howled their approval of their new leader. Turning, Andrew gathered Pia in his arms and kissed her passionately. “Welcome, my love,” he said. “Welcome to your new pack.”

  After the pack had disposed of Christian’s and Agatha’s dead bodies and cleaned everything up, they left Andrew and Pia alone. Pia quickly tendered to Andrew’s wounds. They looked very serious but Andrew refused to go to hospital. “Werewolves heal quickly,” he said. It was true. Within two days, his wounds had mostly healed. By then, they had got the apartment sorted out and Andrew moved into it.

  It seemed strange to return to a scene of domestic normalcy after the events that had just occurred. Except she wasn’t in a normal relationship, Pia told herself the day Andrew moved in. Her lover happened to be a werewolf. And a damn good one.

  It didn’t hurt that he looked great stepping out of the shower clad only in a towel. Libidinous feelings, long suppressed due to the stress of being attacked bubbled to the surface as she checked out his impressive physique. The cuts and bruises on his body only added to his sex appeal for Pia. She decided it was high time for this werewolf to fuck her like an animal.

  “You know, you have been great, Mr. Wolf,” she said, walking up to him and removing his towel. “It’s time for you to collect your reward.”

  “Isn’t this where you say how big my teeth are?” laughed Andrew.

  “It isn’t your teeth that is big,” said Pia, cupping his penis. Even soft it was huge as it nestled in her palm. Not that it stayed soft for long. As Pia massaged it, it quickly grew hard and even larger. That was quick, she thought, feeling the huge rod throbbing lightly as she stroked it. She liked having sex with him because she loved him, but it was definitely nice that he had such a great dick.

  And now it was all hers. She could finally enjoy it in peace. Kneeling before him, she started sucking on his cock. She knew it well now, the bulbous head, the thickly veined shaft with its gentle curve, his distinctive smell. She savored this all as she took the dick in up to its base, feeling the head of his cock in her throat. She sucked deeply and Andrew groaned in pleasure. Popping it out, she repeated the process, relishing the hardness and thickness of his penis.

  Andrew hungered for a taste of his woman. Lifting her up, he took her to the bed. Gently setting her down, he starting licking her cunt, running his tongue over her pussy lips. He lightly flicked it over her clit causing her to cry out in pleasure. Burying his long tongue deep in her pussy, he probed her pink love hole till she came, her pelvis moving to the spasms of her pleasure.

  Her orgasm aroused Andrew’s deepest desires. He burned with passion for her. Positioning his dick on her pussy, he gently eased into her and Pia moaned loudly as she felt his huge organ pushing against the moist walls of her pussy. “Yes, just like that, fuck me nice and slow, big boy,” she cried out.

  Andrew obediently fucked her slowly, savoring the feel of her cunt clinging to his cock as he moved in and out of her. He screwed her steadily, each stoke progressing deeper until he hit the base of her vagina. Pia gritted her teeth with the intensity of her pleasure as he thrust into her.

  Finally, she had had enough. She wanted to be fucked hard. Grabbing his muscular buttocks, she ordered, “Faster, fuck me hard!”

  Andrew started pounding her. He growled deeply as he forcefully fucked her, the entire bed shaking with the power of his movements. Pia raised her legs in the air to give him better entry into her. She cried out as he jackknifed her. “Come for me, Pia, come for me,” he shouted as he thrust into her. Sweat gleamed on his mighty muscles as he held her and screwed her with all his strength.

  Pia was already climaxing, pushing her body forward to meet his thrust, desperate to get every bit of the mighty cock that was filling her with so much pleasure. Her pussy contracted powerfully as she climaxed, the wet walls gripping Andew’s cock tightly in their rapture. Unable to control himself anymore, Andrew unleashed his semen into her waiting cunt, filling her with copious amounts of his seed. They collapsed in exhaustion and held each other tightly.

  “I love you, Andrew,” said Pia.

  “I love you too,” he replied. “You know, you are the new alpa of the pack, right?”

  “Really?”

  “You’re my mate,” he said, looking at her. “What is mine, is yours.”

  Pia realized that she had a new family now. She embraced Andrew and her new destiny.

  Rescued By The Alpha

  Chapter 1

  Lindsey Wells sat at the reception desk of the small veterinary clinic where she worked in downtown Phoenix. She had taken the job as a last resort. Her best friend and co-worker, Amy, had advised her against it when she applied three months ago.

  “He is going to eat you up,” Molly said to her one night over dinner, “Dr. Beyer is more than just a pervert. He’s a creepy pervert. You’ll see what I mean.”

  Lindsey had rolled her eyes at her friend, “he can’t be that bad if my mother gave him my resume right? She wouldn’t let me work for a sick man.”

  Molly raised her eyebrow at Lindsey; your mother gave Mrs. Beyer that resume, and you saw how well she turned out.”

  It was true, Lindsey had been hired on because the late Mrs. Beyer had met an untimely death. According to the police report, as she had committed suicide. Not everyone believed that to be the truth, though. It didn’t matter, Lindsey had taken the job despite her friends warning and now she sat watching the clock and praying the doctor would leave early. She had already learned that her chances of being cornered were far more likely when the shop was closed.

  As the exam room door opened and the doctor walked out with his last client of the day, Lindsey jumped to attention.

  “Don’t worry Mrs. Potts, Dandelion will be okay,” said the veterinarian.

  Lindsey smiled at the pair as they passed her desk, “how did it go Mrs. Potts?” she asked the elderly woman.

  The woman was carrying a very large and angry looking cat. Dandelion was a little too well fed and as a result, he had a multitude of health problems.

  “Oh he’s just a little bit too round, looks like I’m going to have to cut back on the cat treats, how are you doing honey? It’s a shame about your father,” said Mrs. Potts.

  Lindsey smiled at the woman, “I’m doing fine. Still trying to get the old farmhouse fixed up.”

  Mrs. Potts, bless her soul still thought that Lindsey was devastated by the death of her father. In truth, he had been a bastard of a man. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father never wanted anything to do with her. When she got the phone call from his attorney four months ago that he had died and left her the house, she was shocked. The house was an old farmhouse outside of town. It was secluded and backed up next to the state forest.

  The woman smiled as she signed the bill and said her goodbyes. Lindsey followed her to the door and locked it behind her, turning the ‘open’ sign to close. She let out an unconscious sigh of relief. The workday was done, and she had the whole weekend to look forward to in the country.

  Lindsey felt the doctor behind her before she saw or heard him. She always knew when he was close by or watching her. It made her hair stand on end, and her gut would start to turn. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Lindsey told herself she needed this job then turned around. He was only a few feet away from her.

  “Doctor! You scared me there for a second,” she said as she tried to step around him.

  Cutting off her escape route, he smiled and replied, “so Lindsey, do you have any plans for this weekend?’

  She glared at him, “yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to close up.”

  “What kind of plans?” He asked, ignoring her request.
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  She gave in, rolling her eyes she replied, “I have work to do on my house. So I plan on spending the weekend there.”

  Dr. Beyer smiled and licked his lips before he asked, “alone?”

  The question scared her as she stepped away from him and answered, “well no. My cousin is coming up for the weekend. He’s an ex-football player and offered to help with the heavy lifting.”

  It was a lie; she had no cousin. As far as she knew, her father’s family didn’t give two damns about her, and her mother didn’t have any siblings.

  Dr. Beyer looked at her again, “well, isn’t that a shame. I…I mean, we, could have had a very satisfying time.” He looked at her body again very slowly, resting his beady eyes on her chest.

  Before Lindsey could give any type of horrified response, the office phone rang, and she all but ran to answer it.

  “Dr. Beyer’s office, this is Lindsey. How can I help you today?” she asked in her friendliest voice.

  “Hey it’s me,” said the familiar voice of Amy, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know he’s been after you a lot lately.”

  “Hi John, you’re at my house?” Said Lindsey into the received, the doctor was watching her the whole time.

  “Is he being a creep again? What an asshole.” Replied Amy, she was use to the games.

  “Sure John, I’ll meet you at Ginny’s in thirty minutes. I promise I won’t be late if I am,” she said as she looked Dr. Beyer in the eyes, “then come looking for me.”

  Amy had already hung up the phone; Ginny’s was a pub less than a block from the office. Lindsey knew it would only take her about five minutes to finish closing up the office, but if she drug her feet, she could stay another twenty-five. The veterinarian wouldn’t try anything if he thought someone was going to come looking for her in just a few short minutes. He glared at her before taking off his white coat and laying it on the counter.

  “Well, I can see your already all booked up for the night,” he said with jealousy, “no reason for me to stick around then.”