The fact that she had agreed to everything they did wasn’t really a true acceptance if she had no other options. But she wasn’t exhibiting signs of fear. She didn’t flinch from them at all. Kingston had said the food was to be ready in half an hour. Raleigh showered and dressed then slipped out of Kingston’s apartment and went looking for Nevis. She was in her room, but not undressed fortunately.
He sat on her couch and asked her, “What’s your opinion of Andorra? Is she telling the truth? Or perhaps, the truth as she knows it?”
“She seemed perfectly genuine to me. She spoke of her family with affection, even though her father sounds like a douchebag. It was almost as if she blamed herself for not moving her money to a bank account he didn’t know about, rather than blaming him for taking her money. She made no attempt to ask me questions about the pack or to see things she shouldn’t have. She didn’t ask where our business offices were or anything like that.”
“What about Andorra as a person?”
Nevis grinned at him. “I really like her, Raleigh. She is sensible and smart, and I enjoyed spending time with her. If you let her stay here I’ll be happy to call her my friend.”
“So you believe her crazy story?”
“Yes I do. And I wish her well.”
“Thanks, Nevis.”
Thoughtfully Raleigh walked back to Kingston’s apartment. Nevis was a smart woman. He knew she wanted a Dom of her own, but she wasn’t right for him and Kingston. She was also a bit older. Likely she needed an older man. Or men. Like Bronx, for example. He was the manager of one of their more distant offices. Perhaps it was time to bring him back here so Nevis could meet him.
When he opened the door to Kingston’s apartment the smell of spices, onions, and garlic wafted past his nose. “Damn, that smells good.”
Three plates and forks had been set on the table, along with three glasses. Andorra was stirring a pan on the stove. While he watched she drained pasta, tipped it into a large glass bowl she had waiting, then she emptied the pan she’d been stirring on top off the pasta, and mixed the ingredients all together. She carried the bowl over to the table and said quietly, “The meal is ready, Master.”
Raleigh watched Kingston stand up and walk from the bed, his hand still on his dick. “Kneel in front of me slave.”
Andorra did as she was told and Raleigh wondered if Kingston was going to make her suck him off again. Kingston’s cock was very red. It wouldn’t take much to finish him.
“Look up.”
Andorra lifted her head as Kingston twisted his hand on his cock, tugging fiercely half a dozen times, and then he shot his seed onto her breasts.
“Now we can eat,” said Kingston.
* * * *
Kingston watched Andorra as they ate the meal. He had to admit she’d done a good job with the food. The pasta was filling and the sauce full of vegetables and flavor. Putting a half hour time limit on her had been deliberate. Most people could pull a meal together if they had plenty of time, but she’d said she was hungry now and he’d wanted to know if she really could cook. He supposed he still didn’t actually know for sure she could, but she’d been able to recognize the potential with what was in his refrigerator and on the shelf of his pantry and had combined them in a tasty dish.
He also noticed she’d obeyed him over the two glasses of water. Or maybe she wasn’t really thirsty at all. She’d drunk a glass when she’d started cooking, and she’d sipped a second glass of water with her meal. He picked up her empty glass, took it to the sink and filled it with cold water from the tap. “Drink,” he said placing it in front of her.
She smiled at him. “Thank you,” she said softly, drinking half of it immediately, then sipping the rest. Okay, she’s thirsty.
When they finished eating she took their plates to the sink, rinsed them and loaded the dishwasher, then waited for instructions. Either she was playing her part to the finish, or she’d accepted he was her Master for now.
“Get dressed and I’ll take you to your room.”
It only took her a few minutes to slip into her jeans, sweater, and boots on before shouldering her backpack. He was slower than she’d been. Then he and Raleigh escorted her along the hallway to a small guestroom. He unlocked the door and waved her in. “Stay here until I fetch you,” he ordered.
Then he locked the door.
Raleigh followed him back to his apartment and neither of them said anything until they were inside and sitting on the couch. “Well, what do you think?”
“I think you’ve been very, very hard on her, unnecessarily hard, and she’s come though the tests extremely well. Nevis thinks she’s genuine and I do, too.”
“Based on what?” asked Kingston. He wanted to believe she was innocent and theirs. His dick had never wanted anyone the way it wanted her. But he couldn’t run the pack with his dick, unfortunately.
“None of the women we’ve met in the past would have tolerated being treated the way you’ve dealt with Andorra. Hell, none of them would have lasted five minutes, far less gotten out of bed and cooked a meal.”
“Plus there’s the contents of her backpack and we know unless she has something in her jeans pocket, that’s all she has.”
“About the only thing she could fit in her pocket without us noticing it would be a credit card and that’s useless up on the mountain without a working cell phone,” added Raleigh.
Kingston had to agree. Even the smallest of cell phones would have been visible in her pockets as she’d gotten dressed. He’d watched her carefully, which was one reason why he’d been slower than her. “Tomorrow morning I want to do an Internet search on everything she’s told us.”
“I might walk down the mountain a little way and see if there’s any evidence of people being around,” said Raleigh.
“That’s a good idea. I should have thought of that myself. What if we both go as wolves? We can cover a lot more ground faster that way. Then we can do any web searches when we get back.”
“That sounds good. What time do you want to meet, and where?”
It was very late and they both needed some sleep. “Eight out front suit you?”
“See you then.” Raleigh stood up, nodded, and left.
Kingston knew he should take a shower and go to bed, but he sat and thought about Andorra and everything she represented for a long time before he finally moved.
* * * *
Raleigh couldn’t help running down the three flights of stairs out onto the sidewalk in front of the building. For someone who lived in a werewolf shape-shifter community on a mountain, he didn’t get out in his wolf form anywhere near often enough. He always seemed to be working, with endless deadlines hemming him in and stealing all his free time. But this morning the sun was shining, the air was warm, and he was looking forward to a good long run.
His fur was sandy brown and mottled over his body whereas Kingston was plain dark brown, almost black. But he was longer than Kingston and faster than him if they decided to race. Kingston had more stamina, though. He’d never known Kingston to be completely tired the way he got occasionally.
Kingston came out of the front door and hit the ground running, heading for the hot spring. Raleigh had guessed that would be where they started their search, since it was where Kingston had found Andorra. It was a good three miles over very rough rock, but with four feet it was an easy run, leaping from rock to rock where a human would have had to climb.
Kingston stopped on the lip of ground overhanging the pool and Raleigh guessed this was where he’d been when she’d seen Andorra. He pictured her lying in the water, soaking, and it was a very sexy picture indeed. Still, there was no sense getting aroused now when he couldn’t do anything about it, so he walked slowly around the hot spring, his nose to the ground, and easily found her track. He signaled Kingston then began running again, following her without difficulty now as she’d taken the most obvious route for quite some distance, then veered to the left. At first he wondered why, then sm
elled the river. Not that it had much water in it up at this height, but he soon found where she’d camped the night before they met her. He looked all around very carefully but there were absolutely no signs of a tent or any other equipment or people.
Kingston shook his head and led now, following her trail down the mountain. They were able to move much faster in wolf form than she’d moved. Plus, they not only knew the mountain, but were also going downhill, not up. Still, it was barely midday when they found her campsite from the previous night. Once again there was no sign she’d had company or a tent. There were signs of a small fire, but when Raleigh scratched a paw through the ash there were no bones or debris from a meal. There’d been no trash in her backpack either, and if she’d buried it or dumped it on the track, they’d have smelled it. More thoroughly this time, Raleigh searched her campsite but there was no trash. The only conclusion was that she’d told the truth about having run out of food and not catching a fish that night.
He stepped into the water. The river was very shallow here and he stood still, watching intently. Finally he caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a tiny fish. But only one, so it was quite believable she’d had no food.
Kingston changed back into human form and said, “Just because she was telling the truth this far doesn’t mean there’s not a whole team waiting for her a mile down the track. Can you trail her down farther while I go back and start doing the web searches?”
Raleigh wagged his tail enthusiastically. It was the perfect day for a run, and suddenly he’d much prefer to be racing up and down the mountain than sitting inside tapping the keyboard of a computer. “Be back by dark,” said Kingston.
You’re starting to sound like my mom.
Raleigh already knew where Andorra’s trail began, and he loped over to the starting point and ran along following her scent. It was a few days old now and not as strong, but it was still indefinably her. She’d followed the river mostly, only diverging from it when the land was too difficult for a human to climb. He found where she’d camped and she’d burned the bones of the fish she’d eaten and there was a small amount of paper ash as well, likely a packet or wrapper from something else she’d had to eat.
The next day she’d wandered a bit, evidently having had some difficulty getting back to the river. Once again she’d caught fish and she’d dug a tiny hole where she’d planted the seeds from an apple. He grinned. The chances of an apple tree growing in the wild here were microscopic, but he liked that she’d made the attempt. He looked at the sky. Time was passing but he decided to follow her once more. This had been a longer day, but only because she’d followed a track for part of the time. For him the track was like a highway and he’d raced down it so fast he’d almost missed where she entered it and had to back up a little to follow her across to the river. Once again there was absolutely no sign that anyone had accompanied her, or followed her, or even been on the mountain recently.
To be home by dark he needed to hurry. He bunched his muscles and ran in a flat-out sprint straight up the mountain, ignoring tracks, trails, and pathways, leaping from rock to rock where necessary. After a while he had to slow down to a steady, ground-covering lope. It was fully dark when he got back, but he wasn’t very late. And he had the comfort of knowing she really had hiked up the mountain alone.
* * * *
Kingston was as conflicted as hell. He wanted Andorra as his mate so much it was like a physical pain slicing through his brain, but he couldn’t believe she’d just miraculously appeared on his doorstep out of nowhere. Over the years plenty of women had appeared at his apartment in the city, leaning against his car in the parking lot, sitting next to him at formal dinners, and just about everywhere else he’d been. And in every single case, without fail, it’d been a woman who wanted to marry his money. Well, to be accurate, the pack’s money. Some of them were shape-shifters, most of them were human. Some of them were rich bitches, or gold diggers. Others were quite nice women, women he actually liked, but behind them was a man, usually their father or brother, who planned to take control of part of his empire in return for the woman. There was no way on earth he could trust Andorra. She simply could not be innocent. But he wanted her to be his with a passion that left him gasping for air.
He scribbled a list of the things he knew about her then began searching. No Facebook, no Twitter, no Pinterest. It was quite some time later when he finally found a microscopic reference to her in what was apparently her high school yearbook. Even better, it gave the names of her father, her stepmom, and her stepbrother and the stepbrother did have a Facebook account—and a hell of a lot to say.
Kingston trawled back through the timeline for six months and hit pay dirt. It seemed her stepbrother had been really angry about leaving their apartment, but even angrier about Andorra’s Dad emptying the bank accounts, money which had been supposed to pay his college fees. The young man’s language was not pretty, and some of the comments he’d gotten were even wilder. Kingston was surprised they hadn’t breached Facebook’s terms of service. But what was clear was that the story Andorra had told him was true in every particular. Her father had taken the money and the blonde from his office, a woman scarcely older than his daughter, and left.
Was she working for her father perhaps? Had the man ordered her to come up here and catch them a man who could afford to keep them all in luxury? It would be quite normal for her to love her father and do whatever he asked her. It could also be why she was so obedient if she was used to doing whatever she was told by her father.
Convinced he’d solved the riddle, Kingston went back to the stepbrother’s Facebook page and read through his personal details, collecting every bit of information he could find about Andorra’s father. Then he started his web searches from the beginning again, but with Jason Yasbit this time. An hour later he sat back in his chair sighing. Another dead-end. Jason, and the blonde whose name was Candie, seemed to have completely forgotten about his previous family. They were managing a bar down in the Florida Keys, and Candie’s Facebook page was littered with pictures of her leaning on the bar, her breasts falling out of a miniscule bikini, while holding a glass in one hand and a bottle in the other.
Andorra’s father featured in some of the pictures as well. Here, Candie’s almost naked form was draped over a man with thinning brown hair and a beer gut, wearing flip-flops and board shorts. “I suppose Andorra’s savings and her stepbrother’s college fees were what gave them the deposit for the bar. But that doesn’t help me any.”
Kingston scrubbed his hands over his face. There was nothing to hint that anyone was targeting him, the pack, or their money, or business. It was almost evening. Raleigh would be back soon. Perhaps he’d have the answer to their problems.
* * * *
When she’d been left in the room, Andorra had cautiously walked around it. Unlike Kingston’s apartment with its big windows, this room had just the one small window, but it was still on the third floor with a great view out over the mountains. The room was very similar to a hotel room, with a bed, a tiny table, a chair, a TV bolted to the wall, and a small bathroom. Once again she stripped out of her clothes, wishing she could visit the laundry and wash all her things, before showering. Her breasts were sticky from Kingston’s cum, and her cunt and ass were as well. There were a few tiny samples of shower gel and shampoo and conditioner, so she washed her hair as well as the rest of her, then climbed into bed and slept heavily for eight hours.
In the morning she dressed in her last clean shirt and decided not to wear her jeans, which really weren’t very clean anymore.
She took a long drink of water from the faucet in the bathroom, and stared at the shower rail. It wasn’t big, but if she hand-washed her underwear and a T-shirt at least she could hang them up to dry. She did that, then looked on the bedroom walls for a thermostat. Finding the remote she increased the temperature five degrees, hoping that would speed the drying of her clothing. A second long drink of water
helped her forget that, yet again, she had no food. Happily she explored the room, opening the nightstand drawer, looking inside the closet, and sitting on the end of the bed to see which channels were on the television.
There was nothing she wanted to watch on the TV so she pulled the coat hangers out of the closet and looked at them thoughtfully. They were the type where the hook at the top turned right around. She went back into the bathroom and collected her damp socks and underwear and hung them from the coat hangers, then opened the closet door wide and hooked the coat hangers over the top, so her clothing was angled away from the door and could dry. Then she washed a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, which she now had room to hang over the shower rail.
By the time she’d finished she was feeling quite pleased with herself, but also hungry. Another drink of water solved that problem then she climbed back in bed for a nap. For the rest of the day she curled up in the bed watching television. She’d have preferred to watch movies, but sitting in bed watching TV during the afternoon was a luxury she hadn’t enjoyed for a very long time, so that was fun in its own right. Besides, she had such a lot to think about. How did she feel about ménage sex and obeying a Master? A Master who seemed to be angry most of the time and said harsh things, although he hadn’t ever really hurt her.
Then there was the issue of the future. She supposed quite soon Master Kingston would decide she’d been here long enough to recover from her long walk, and she’d be sent off down the mountain again. When she got to the bottom she still needed to get herself a job. Winter would be here soon enough and she had to have a job by then. Perhaps she could ask for bus fare to a big city. She’d be much more likely to find work there.
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