by L. A. Boruff
He is grinding between my folds hitting my sensitive nub just right. My orgasm overtakes me and I’m riding it out while my juices are spilling over his shaft. He pulls back and enters me in one hard thrust. No matter how wet and ready for him, my body will always need a minute to adjust to his girth. It’s painful for a moment, and then pleasure spreads throughout my core. Rook holds me against the shower wall as he leans back to watch his cock move in and out of my pussy. I look down and I am amazed that he even fits, but it feels so perfect. He starts pounding into me harder than he ever has. It’s a magnificent pain that I will never get enough of. We stare in each others eyes, and I can practically see his beast purring with contentment . The thought of sharing this moment with his beast sends me over the edge. My core clenches his erection in a vice and he roars. Rook then starts to fuck me harder. One orgasm flows into the next, and I'm no longer able to count them. Rook gives me a mischievous grin showing his fangs.
Wait.
Fangs?
That’s the last thought I have before he bites into my shoulder and slams me down onto his cock with one final thrust. My entire body goes into spasms of pleasure before my world goes black.
It must only takes a minute or so for me to regain consciousness. Rook is still inside me, but thank the heavens he is much softer now. I’m not sure my body can handle another orgasm. My back is still up against the shower wall, and he is licking my neck.
I push his mouth away from me. “Did your beast just bite me?”
He has the good sense to look embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Cara. He needed to mark you. There was nothing I could do about it.”
I reach up and feel my shoulder. It’s sore but the skin isn’t broken. “What do mean by mark me?”
Rook slowly releases me, sliding my body down his. He holds his hands up in a sign of surrender. “You are both our mates. I have the lavender eyes to prove it, but my beast needed the world to see his proof.”
I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. “So, what then, it’s like a shifter hickey?”
“No my love. In our world, our mate wears our mark so no other shifter will approach them. It means he has accepted you as his mate for life. It’s an honor”
His words vanish my anger. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess I am honored.” I grab a loofah and apply soap to it. “Let me clean you up, my mate.”
He gives me a smile that would make my panties melt off if I weren’t already naked. My nipples immediately harden and I curse my body for betraying me. There is no way I could go another round right now. There is a soreness between my thighs that’s really going to hurt tomorrow. I’ll be lucky if I can walk down the stairs.
I clean his entire body just as I did Edrik’s, minus the hand job. We are not going there again. He takes the loofah from me and adds more soap. He starts at my shoulders and I can tell from that shit eating grin on his face, that he is proud of his beast’s mark. Rook’s hands glide across my breasts and down my stomach. When his hand cleans between my thighs, my body shudders and I have to remind myself that I have things to do today.
I hear a knock at the door, then Edrik’s voice, “The seamstress is here to make sure your dress fits, and your ladies in waiting are ready to do your hair and makeup.”
“We’ll be out in five minutes,” Rook yells back. He finishes cleaning the rest of my body, then he takes his time washing my hair, and massaging my scalp with his strong fingers. A girl could get used to this.
Rook bends down kissing my lips gently, “I would gladly bathe you everyday.” Oops, I must have said that out loud.
He turns off the shower and we step out. He grabs a towel and begins to dry off my body while I towel dry my hair. Rook wraps me in a fluffy white robe, replaces both our amulets around our necks, and pushes me out the door into Edrik’s arms.
He grabs me behind my neck pulling my body flush with his, and gives me a quick, yet passionate kiss. “I trust that Rook took care of you?”
I blush and manage to nod my head yes. Rook emerges from the bathroom a few moments later fully dressed. He claps Edrik on the shoulder, giving him a saucy wink. “Let’s go get ready while our Princess gets pampered.”
Edrik smiles at me. “I thought that’s what we just did.”
Both of my mates walk out of the door together laughing at their little inside joke. Yes, I could definitely get used to this.
About Us
Riley Walker is the writing duo of Amy Naylor and Kelly Stephens. They are both from Arkansas, both a little loud and a whole lot of crazy. Amy writes kegger-style and is the ‘bun’ queen. Kelly is the cotillion writer of the two and has perpetual frizzy hair (thank you Southern humidity).
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Amy (aka Biscuit) is the alter ego Riley of Riley Walker. She has one husband, one kid and three dogs. She loves to read RH, PNR, UF and Dystopian. She is a hairdresser by day and a football mom by night.
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Kelly is the Walker half of Riley Walker. She has been married to her husband for almost twenty years and is a proud mom of a future MMA champion. They have two rescue dogs that unapologetically rule the house. Kelly reads anything she can get her hands on, from contemporary to paranormal and everything in between. She survives on coffee and will be the first in line if they ever start giving it out in IV form.
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Other Books by Riley Walker
The Chess Series
Knight
Rook
King
Queen (October 2018)
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Becoming Alice Du-Kane (September 2018)
AJ Sinclair: In Her Company Excerpt
Death’s Relentless Dance Book 1
AUSTIN
“We need to find a master key.” Jack glanced back toward the stairwell.
Austin still hadn’t recovered from their trek. “We’re not going back down to the lobby.” They’d sleep in the hallway if they had to, but his muscles ached for the softness of a mattress. And a woman. Did she want him too? Them? How would they even do something like that?
“Maybe housekeeping has one.” Jack strode down the hall to an abandoned cart.
“If you had your guns, you could shoot the lock open.” Indie mimicked the action with her fingers.
Cody snickered, and Austin corrected her. “Weapon, not gun.”
“What’s the difference?”
“A weapon is for shooting, a gun is for fun.” Cody chanted the manta that had been drilled into each soldier’s head from day one.
“A gun is for…?” Comprehension apparently dawned as Indie rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Men and their penises.”
“Here.” Jack waved them down the hall. The housekeeping cart stood outside a propped-open door.
Austin and the bunch jogged to meet him and peered into the room. The sheets had been stripped from the king-sized bed, and fresh towels had been placed on the bathroom counter. “Looks clean.”
“I’ll make the bed.” Indie grabbed a stack of folded sheets from the cart and carried them to the bed. Jack and Cody helped her while Eli plugged in the coffee maker. Austin kicked the doorstop free and smiled as his men and their woman took pleasure in the amenities. Not Lorne’s sick pleasure but genuine appreciation for small luxuries.
Indie inhaled deeply. “Mmm…that coffee smells good.”
“I hope you like it strong and black.” Eli handed her a full mug.
She thanked him with a teasing smile. “I like it a variety of ways.”
Austin showered while Indie sipped her coffee. By the time he finished, Jack had found a suitcase filled with clean clothes and was able to fit into a shirt,
but the pants were too long for him.
“I don’t like being out of uniform.” Austin zipped up the snug jeans Jack had offered him. “No weapons, no camo. I feel naked.”
A little smile stole across Indie’s lips. “Maybe there’s a laundry room somewhere.”
“I saw one at the end of the hall.” Jack collected the dirty uniforms and Indie’s discarded clothes, wrinkling his nose at the pile. Eli helped him carry it, and they came back a few minutes later wearing nothing but white towels.
“God, I needed that.” Indie emerged from the bathroom in a short, plush bathrobe and poured herself another cup of coffee, her legs dewy from the hot shower.
Austin wrapped his hands around a warm mug. “Me too.” The coffee cleared his head, and reality settled in as he glanced around. Clothes, bathroom accessories, suitcases. The room had been occupied. “I wonder where these people are.”
Cody rubbed a towel over his wet hair. A pair of khaki pants in a dresser drawer had fit him. “Probably in the ballroom downstairs.”
“Which side?” Jack held tight to the towel draped around his waist then ducked into the bathroom to shower.
Eli shuddered. “They’re all going to end up on the infected side.” He tested a door to an adjoining room, and it opened. “I’ll use the shower in here.”
The sound of running water filled the room, lulling Austin into a precarious peace. They could hunker down here for a few days. Regroup. Plan another escape attempt. A tickle crept up his throat, and he suppressed the urge to cough. Would they live long enough to try again?
“He killed all those people, keeping them in close quarters where bodily fluids could fester.” Indie had sunk into a chair beside the bed.
Austin gazed at Indie, trembling as she stared into nothing. “You didn’t infect him.”
“I know.” She sighed and sipped her coffee. “My virologist brain believes that. Too soon. He was already infected when he kissed me. But I can’t help thinking…”
“You’re not responsible for this.” He set his mug on the desk and moved to kneel before her.
“But I am.” She sat up, coffee splashing on her robe as her hands trembled. “I should’ve stayed in the lab. Dr. Francis ordered me to, warned me. I thought he was being a jerk so I defied him.”
He took the mug from her and set it on the nightstand. “You couldn’t have known.” Cliché, but what else could he say to her?
“People died. My entire family.” Her face turned ashy and she blinked at him, clutching his knee. “Your brother.”
His brother. Dead before he’d had a chance to really live.
“Charlie gave his life for his country.” He bolted to his feet and grabbed his mug, but the caffeine couldn’t numb the tearing pain in his chest.
“That’s bullshit!” Indie shot up and followed him. “He didn’t give anything. It was taken from him because I had to go to a wine tasting.” Tears shone in her eyes, but she quickly banished them as her fists curled. “And now this country is leaving you to die along with him.”
“Fuck!” Austin hurled his mug across the room, and it shattered against the door. Coffee dripped down the wall like dark blood, staining the paint, the carpet, everything it touched. “I told him he had to do something safe. Carpenter, lawyer, priest…anything that would…wouldn’t… After mom and dad died, it was just the two of us, and our–” He swallowed and shook his head, refusing to acknowledge that specific hurt. “I’m never having kids, so he had to…carry on… But the little shit. Mom said Charlie always had to do everything his big brother did, so he enlisted. And now…I couldn’t take care of him.”
He dropped to his knees, mashing the heels of his palms into his eyes. Why did they sting so bad? And what was this wetness dripping down his face? Shit, am I infected? Warmth enveloped him from above. Soft hands, a swirl of silky black hair. What sweetness was this? He didn’t deserve it.
Indie wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tight. “It wasn’t your fault.”
She was lying to him, of course, whispering words meant to bring comfort. But nothing could take away the pain. He had to bury it, bury himself…inside her. Movement to his left alerted him to Jack’s presence. He didn’t care if the other guys watched; hell, they could even join in. Anything as long as the pain stopped and he could feel only her.
Austin angled his head, and his mouth covered hers. Everyone he’d ever loved died, but Indie was likely to kill him. He could fuck her, but she’d stay safe as long as he didn’t love her.
She pulled back and raised her trembling fingertips to his lips as if shielding him. “This is dangerous.”
“I know.” He kissed her again, wrapping an arm around her waist as he lifted her to the bed.
A soft moan escaped Indie as she lay back, pulling Austin on top of her. Her robe parted, exposing her left breast. The fat nipple pebbled in his palm as he fondled the warm mound. He wrestled the belt loose and flung it aside as she slid her hands over his shoulders and nibbled his neck. His cock stiffened inside the too tight jeans he’d somehow managed to stuff himself into. God, he wanted her. He was going to die, no question about that, but he might as well taste heaven before he descended into hell.
Indie struggled under him, seeming to fight with something.
Shit, have I crossed a line? Austin sat back. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” A little laugh brightened her eyes. “I’m trying to unzip your pants.”
Relief swept through him as he knocked her hand away and practically ripped the metal teeth open. They both groaned when her fingers curled around his erection. Her sweet, bold touch melted his last shred of concern, and he pulled her back down on the bed, kissing her lips, her neck, her bared breasts.
“Please,” she sighed while he nuzzled her. “Please take me away from all of this.”
He’d tried. Tried to help her escape this damn quarantine but had failed miserably. “I wish I could.” Could he save anyone?
A new meaning to her statement became apparent when her parting thighs brushed his cock and she rolled him on his back.
“Here. Now.” She shoved him down and straddled his lap. “Take me hard and don’t stop until I can’t think about anything but my throbbing…” She bit her lip and left the word unsaid, but he understood. Loud and clear.
“As you wish.”
INDIE
Indie had always been bold in the lab—demanding, even. She’d learned early on how to take charge in a male-dominated field. Taking charge in bed, however, had never been her forte. So she complied when Austin flipped her to the mattress, yanking her robe off her shoulders and tossing it to the floor at Jack’s feet. He’d taken a seat in the chair beside the bed, watching with a dreamy smile on his face and a bulge between his legs that threatened to drop his towel. She smiled back at him then twisted to look around the room. Eli perched on the desk and Cody stood, leaning against the dresser. Every one of them could see her naked, see everything Austin did to her, and the knowledge thrilled her to the core. We have company.
Austin distracted her with kisses that trailed down her body, nipping at her breasts, her stomach, her quivering thighs. Sweet shivers danced across her skin, and she spread her legs, inviting him in. “Take what you want.”
He groaned. Well, someone did. Indie wasn’t quite sure who until Austin’s lips touched her swollen slit, vibrating the tingling mound. Yes, that was definitely him. His days-old beard scratched her inner thigh as he pressed her knees apart, breathing hot on her begging flesh. Slow, thorough, maddening in his approach, but finally his tongue snaked out and flicked her clit.
“Oh mercy!” Indie mashed her hips against his mouth, begging for more without shame.
Jack shifted in his chair, and the towel fell open, exposing his erection. Indie stared while he stroked it with a smile. She peeked at Cody over Austin’s shoulder and caught him gazing at Jack too. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if they could all enjoy each other without limits?
> Eli’s towel slid to the floor, but he didn’t bother to retrieve it. He got up from the desk and sat on a lower corner of the bed. “We want you to come,” he whispered, voicing the words Austin might’ve said if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.
God, she needed a release. All the angst, terror, and pain of the last couple of days bottled up inside her. Could she let it go? Or should she hold onto it? Why?
Jack stretched out beside her, leaning an elbow on a pillow while he stroked Indie’s hair. “Don’t think, just feel.”
How did he know? She smiled up at him, moaning as Austin shifted and slid a finger inside her, matching the strokes of his tongue.
Eli caressed her ankle. “You deserve it. We all do.”
She’d debate that with him later, but now little jolts of please-I-need-to-come demanded her attention. Fuck thinking. Fuck doing. Now, just fuck. “Oh God, I want you inside me!”
Austin’s head popped up. “Come first.” Then he ducked down and resumed his oral gratification.
“What if I can’t?” Shit! She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“I believe you will.” Cody uttered that prediction from his place on the dresser.
She couldn’t disappoint him—any of them. Indie closed her eyes and willed her body to relax. Conflict flowed from her, and pleasure swept up in its place, following Austin’s tongue as it circled her clit. “Please don’t stop!” Her body tightened, arching into his mouth. Her toes curled and her thighs clamped around his head. Oh yes! So close! What would it take to send her over the edge? Her mind had to let go.
Something in her brain clicked off, and every synapse fired, sending wild electric sparks through her limbs. “Yes! God, yes!” Oh sweet heaven, this! Feel. All of it.
