Under His Holster [Winchester, Arizona 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  “Do you mean my friend Lorelei?” Jade asked.

  “She won’t mean to bring trouble, but she will.” Ike’s eyes widened in fear. “There’s a little girl. Oh, she’s a creepy little thing. She’s coming. She’s gonna raise hell.”

  Jade felt goose bumps sprouting on her arms. “What little girl?”

  “The goddess hiding inside a little girl’s body. She’s coming. She’s gonna raise ancient evils when the witch comes.”

  Jade shivered with fear, but his words made no sense to her. “What goddess? What are you talking about?”

  “The machine’s coming. He’s out for blood. Your blood.”

  She was about to pull her hand away when Ike gripped it tighter and continued to scrutinize her palm.

  His head raised and his eyes were haunted as he looked up at her again. “You’re gonna die.”

  The blood ran cold in her veins. “What?”

  Doc seemed as though he’d heard enough. “That’s enough out of you, Ike. We’re just here to buy water.”

  Ike rang them up for the two water bottles and Doc paid.

  “What do you mean I’m going to die?” she asked.

  “You gonna quit breathing,” Ike replied. His eyes flickered over to Doc’s disapproving expression, and Ike shrugged. “Maybe not.”

  “What? That’s a really vague, frightening fortune,” she snorted.

  “The witch brings even worse trouble,” Ike warned. “Tell that alluring Goth not to come.”

  Doc took her by the arm and walked out with her.

  “We’re all gonna die if she comes,” Ike called after her. His eyes were bugged out with apprehension. “The goddess won’t be stopped. She’ll awaken ancient demons if the witch comes. Winchester will be doomed! The Goth can’t ever come here, even if she is the jaguars’ mate!”

  Jade wanted desperately to shake the older man and scream, “What are you trying to say to me?”

  But Doc already had her outside again and they were headed back toward the truck.

  “Crazy old owl,” he muttered. “He ain’t got a lick of sense in his head. Time to get thrown off by a bull.”

  She giggled. “What was this you were saying about sense?”

  He grinned and tickled her. “Into the truck with you, woman.”

  Jade blushed when she saw the way he ogled her ass as she climbed up into his truck. “Enjoying the view, are we?”

  He grinned and winked at her. “Yes, ma’am, very much so.”

  She sighed. “All that stuff Ike said was really creepy, but it didn’t make any sense.”

  “Don’t pay any attention to him. He’s out of his mind. They don’t call him Crazy Ike for nothing.”

  * * * *

  Brutus slowed down the motor vehicle and rolled to a halt when he saw the entity of unlimited cuteness herself, standing by the side of the road waiting for him where she told him she would be.

  Of course he could have easily found her even if she hadn’t told him her location. He’d secretly placed a microchip in her a while back when she slept one night. He’d drugged her drink first so she wouldn’t wake up, but it was probably best to play ignorant rather than alarm her with this information.

  There she was in all her petite, unfathomable glory. Ivy Covington.

  He opened the car door for her, and she tossed her suitcase into the back before climbing into the front seat with him. The slight slamming sound of the car door shutting sent a jolt of excitement straight to his groin. They were alone…as it should be.

  “You are an inspiration, divine goddess of everything adorable,” he praised her.

  “Thanks, Brutus,” she said glumly. “Tell that to…”

  She stopped herself, and he had a very good idea why. He felt his jaw tighten as he drove. “You found Jade Flowers, did you?”

  “No.”

  She lied to him. That would never do. How could the sultry goddess of youth, lust, and innocence stoop to the sullied level of deceiving her humble, faithful warrior? How to curb such unacceptable behavior? He could not very well discipline his mistress…could he?

  He would prefer to copulate violently or even gently with her, just so that they were engaged in sexual intercourse. They would, even if he had to become aggressive to show her how much he worshiped her.

  The lady of intoxicating bliss flinched slightly when he placed his hand on her thigh. “You do not have to be afraid or melancholy anymore, highest one. I will take care of you from now on.”

  “That’s sweet, but I’ll be okay. Please move your hand.”

  If she would prefer it elsewhere. He moved his palm to cup her crotch and rubbed her there, wishing her pants were gone and her undergarments so he could fondle her naked flesh.

  She was as good as a virgin. He knew because he had read the written records of her life and learned that Jade Flowers was the only person to caress her naked body. A female. Her magnificence had never known the touch of a male. She would know his and she would lose her brilliant mind in it as he stole her senses with pleasure worthy of damnation.

  “Does your sovereignty take delight in me stimulating your genitals?” he asked, knowing without a doubt in his mind that she did.

  Mistress Covington squirmed in her seat—to escape the discomfort of her now-dampened undergarments.

  “Get your hand off my hoo-hah,” she said in a breathy tone.

  Well, her answer was certainly unexpected, but she needed to be touched and pleasured sexually until she forgot her despair over Jade Flowers. He ignored her request, which he knew must have been made in the error of clouded thinking, and fingered the button on her jeans, trying to get it open.

  Ivy Covington grabbed his hand, but his strength and lack of will to remove it prevented her success. She reached over and slapped his face, using what must have been a great deal of might from her, but it did nothing to faze or hurt him in the slightest.

  He swerved the vehicle and grabbed her by the throat as he pulled the automobile over. “I am your truest companion and faithful warrior. Do not make the grave mistake of angering me. You do not fully comprehend the strength and power I am capable of, but if you continue to resist my advances and try what little patience I have left, you will.”

  She shivered, and it awakened something savage and primal inside of him.

  “Please let go of me,” she begged him.

  She begged him like a pathetic servant, like a slave. Perhaps he had been mistaken to have taken orders from this beguiling female. She was tiny and weak and he could crush her like a bug if he felt so inclined, but he wanted her.

  Ivy Covington was flesh and blood. She could bleed for him and die for him, but he wanted her to live for him and come for him. His worship had not convinced her of his adoration. Perhaps his mastery of her would. He would ignore her confused protests and overcome her futile struggles. He would make her see how much he worshiped her.

  “You have made poor life choices, Ivy Covington. You are no longer my goddess, and I am no longer your servant.”

  Brutus started the vehicle rolling down the road again but then stopped it and clicked the button to secure the locks when she tried to escape. He grabbed her wrists to still her struggles, feeling strangely masculine and aroused by the fearful tears in her eyes. The fact that she could not overcome his strength gave him a keen sense of power and made him want to explore that advantage over her further.

  “That was a mistake you will regret,” he warned. “You cannot escape me, vulnerable female.”

  “Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded. “Just let me go.”

  He let go of her wrists and caressed her cheek, which was starting to become streaked with tears. “I will never let you go, Ivy Covington. You were always mine. You were my goddess and my inspiration, but I have dethroned you for your own good. You are too weak and foolish to make decisions for yourself. You have proven this time and time again.”

  Her eyes squeezed shut and the tears of weakness and submission ca
me faster.

  “From now on I will be making all of your decisions for you. I will be your supreme ruler and you will be my subject. If we are in agreement, I will not put my hands on your body until we reach our residence.” He ran his fingers through the soft, glorious waves and curls of her lovely brown hair. “Are we in agreement, tiny one?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He smiled and caught a fresh tear on the tip of his finger. “Why do you cry, my priceless one?”

  “Why do you think?” She panicked when he glared at her in warning and cupped the womanly heat between her thighs. “Don’t! Please!”

  “You must never speak disrespectfully or behave in a manner that displeases me ever again, lest you suffer the repercussions of my wrath.”

  “I’m sorry.” She squirmed and sobbed. “Please don’t touch me. I don’t like it.”

  “That is because I am not trying to please you at the moment. I am endeavoring to frighten you.” He lowered his voice an octave and slowly fondled her genitals through her jeans. “Rest assured that when I intend to please you, you will know it and you will most certainly be pleasured by it. Your body is mine to touch. Do not ever forget that. You are my property now to do with as I please. Acknowledge this or suffer the consequences of your failure to do so.”

  She swallowed and then whimpered in terror. “I’m your property.”

  “And what does that mean, little one?” He lowered her zipper, feeling wild, dangerous urges surface at the trepidation in her eyes. Something about this was familiar, as though he had invoked such horror in others before, but he could not fully identify with whom or where.

  “Please don’t do this.”

  “You are not cooperating, possession.” He loosened the button on his pants and freed the zipper to scare her into submission.

  The tears froze on her face and she tensed. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”

  He traced the button on her jeans slowly, debating whether or not to follow through with his threat. His penis ached for her badly, but she’d just obeyed him, so he must reward her and give her some time to get used to the idea of being forced into sexual congress with a mighty being.

  “I’m glad we understand each other,” Brutus whispered as he closed her zipper as well as his own. He caressed her wet cheek, wondering how any brainless individual could let such a treasure slip away from them. “It is a shame that we have such a long journey before us. My penis has hardened and grown to a state that qualifies as invigorating pain. It aches to fill your soft, forbidden flesh, and it will. I will take your virginity, Ivy Covington. You will lose it to me.”

  She tried to inch away, but the door blocked her and there was nowhere she could go to escape him. “I used to sleep with Jade when we went out together. I’m not a virgin, Brutus.”

  “Your naked body has only known the touch of a female.” He placed his hand over her left breast, possessing it as his own. “You have never been caressed by a male before, but you will be. I read your personal life recordings, little one. I know Jade Flowers attempted to use a counterfeit phallus on you once, but you disliked the pain and would not let her enter you with it.”

  Her mouth fell open. “You had no right to read my diaries. How could you?”

  His hand moved from her breast back to the inviting heat between her legs, absorbing the fiery lust that she managed to hide so well from him. “I could because it is my duty to serve and protect you. However, serving you was not enough. You need to be saved from yourself, helpless woman, and in order to do so successfully I must own and overpower you. You will come to accept this in time and respond favorably to it.”

  She looked away when he began rubbing his rigid, throbbing organ through his tented pants. “I don’t need saving. I just want to be left alone.”

  He used both hands to cup her cheeks and made her look into his commanding gaze. “You were never meant to be alone, my fallen angel. You were always designed to be with me. Your hymen was meant to be broken by my swollen glans, and it will be. My penis knows where it belongs. It belongs wedged deep inside of you, pumping forcefully into your fiery depths until the blazing stream of my semen pours possessively into your wet, aching vagina.”

  She gulped, seeming apprehensive. “I’m a lesbian.”

  This angered him. He let go of her face and slapped her cheek hard, but not too hard, lest he knock her head off by accident. “You are not partial to the female sex, Ivy Covington. Do you think I am unaware of Wesley, your first and only relationship with a male? I know from your personal life recordings that you never had sexual relations with the inferior.”

  Her eyes widened, but this time it seemed to be in surprise rather than fear. “How much of my diaries did you read?”

  “I read them all, unsoiled dove. I dissected your history as a student might an amphibian.”

  He tangled his fingers in her hair at the back of her head and pulled her toward him as he leaned forward. He hovered within a tempting range of her soft, luscious lips, salivating to kiss her.

  “I surmise you are unaware of how pleased I am that you saved your innocence for me. I will be the first and only male ever to make a woman out of you. I will possess you completely, little virgin.”

  Her lips trembled when he barely brushed them with his own.

  “You are so soft and fragile. I could easily break every little bone in your breathtaking body. You realize this, don’t you?” He garnished her face with delicate kisses, letting her know that he adored her, even as his words revealed to her that he had the power to hurt her very badly should she choose to reject his generous affection.

  “Yes,” she whispered in a shaky hush.

  “It is quite the epiphany, is it not? To realize that the warrior you created has the ability to protect you should you submit to him freely or to hurt you should you resist him.” He gently touched lips with her and brushed her cheek, clearing away the fresh warmth of tears. “And regardless of the decision you choose, my will shall prevail, and my erection will find release inside of you. But if you surrender to me and seek to gratify me, then I shall see to it that your needs are sated as well. Does this sound like a reasonable offer to you?”

  “Yes,” she squeaked, squeezing her eyes shut and sniffling.

  “Look into my eyes, lusty vision,” he coaxed, pleased when she obeyed. “I will not take you here. I will wait until we arrive at our destination, where you will lose your innocence to me in a bed, as it should be.”

  “It will hurt so bad. I’ve never had a cock inside me before.” Tears fell from her eyes, and she made pitiful noises of dread. “I’m so scared. Please let me go.”

  “Silence your feeble utterances, tiny one,” he lulled. “I will be gentle with you and I shall prepare you sufficiently beforehand. I will rub your clitoris and lick your genitals until you cry out in pleasure and your body lubricates itself for its Master.”

  He would have thought his words would bring her comfort, but for some reason she cried harder.

  “Please.”

  Ah, yes, the very word she would use while beseeching him for sexual release. He angled her chin upward with his finger, enforcing eye contact between them, despite her reluctance. “But on the other hand, should you display your ingratitude toward my patience by attempting to flee again, our intercourse will be so rough and painful for you, you will curse yourself for having ever defied your Master.”

  That froze the tears cold on her face, and she nodded obediently. “I won’t try to run away again.”

  She was afraid and she would obey him. He was so pleased.

  Chapter Three

  Doc and Jade arrived at the Darks’ sprawling ranch later that morning. Apparently the Darks owned a vast quantity of acreage and had about a thousand head of cattle. Quite possibly they were a family of inherited means, or perhaps they had started from the bottom and simply done well in the cattle industry.

  Doc parked the truck and he and Jade got out. “Not a bad
-looking view, is it?”

  “My thoughts exactly.” A sandy-haired cowboy approached them, chewing on a piece of straw. “Who is this exotic fruit, Doc?”

  Doc grinned. “Boston, this is Jade Flowers. Jade, Boston Dark.”

  She shook Boston’s extended hand, flattered when he kissed the top of hers like a gentleman would with a lady in days of old. “It’s good to meet you, Boston.”

  “And you, Jade. Are you Doc’s woman or just a friend?” Boston asked with a suggestive grin.

  She smiled. “I’m a new friend of his. I’m just staying with them for a little while.”

  “That is unless we can convince her fiancé, Bane, that sharing her with me and the Brookses is the best thing for him,” Doc said with a sly grin and a playful wink at her.

  She felt warm as a wild thrill of want spiraled through her. That would be heavenly, but she couldn’t very well expect Bane to share her with other men permanently.

  Boston laughed. “Good for him or for you, Doc?”

  Doc chuckled. “It’s a winning proposition. As a man who’s done some sharing himself, I’m sure you can understand.”

  Boston glanced around with a nervous smile. “Yeah, that’s something we keep on the low around here. Pa doesn’t know we sometimes share women with each other. As far as he can tell we’re good, wholesome, churchgoing boys.”

  Doc grinned. “I doubt that. I think your father is smarter than you give him credit for. For all you know he’s done some sharing of his own in the past.”

  A young man who looked to be in his late twenties, possibly around Jade’s age, came walking up. “Now that’s a disturbing thought. Pa’s ancient. I like to think we’re all adopted and he never had sex.”

  “You might be adopted,” Boston teased. “Have you met Jade? This is my little brother, Orlando.”

  “Younger brother,” Orlando corrected him as he shook her hand. “There’s nothing little about me. I’m big in every way it counts.”