Maverick: Rogue Enforcers Novel

by Liberty Parker

  “That is enough, mate,” Maverick spits out. The golden hues of his wolf’s orbs are looking back at me as his vampire fangs have protruded from his gums. It’s remarkable how both of his beasts can make an appearance at the same time. “No other man will ever make your belly quiver again; you will never speak of nor think of these men ever again.” The roughness and dominance in his voice has my pussy clenching. The only thing I’m wearing are my panties as I push my body into his. I feel his dick grow hard against my belly. Even the snug confinement of his jeans isn’t hiding his arousal.

  “Now do you get it, Maverick?” He needs to understand that this possessiveness I feel toward him is not a one-way street, and based on his actions, I think he’s grasping just what having a mate means.

  To both of us.

  Maverick

  “Oh, I’m understanding now, mate,” I grab the back of her neck and pull her face closely to mine. “We never share those details of our past, my wolf is pissed and my vampire is demanding vengeance.” My body vibrates from the two shared entities’ anger. It’s powerful, and I’m having a hard time holding the two at bay. Just knowing that someone else touched what was mine has me so filled with rage that I am somewhat overwhelmed. Never have I experienced this sensation, this need to vanquish everyone from someone’s past, then make sure that she knows she is mine and mine alone.

  “Relax, Maverick. The two of them were slaughtered by the vampires, they are ghosts of the past who are dead and buried.” Connelly tries to soothe me, rubbing her hands up and down my chest. While I revel in her touch, my beasts are clamoring for revenge. The bloodlust is almost too much to bear if I am being honest with myself.

  “My wolf wants to dig up their bones and gnaw on them. He’s very insistent that we do this immediately.”

  They would make excellent chew toys! Wolf bares his teeth in my mind.

  And I wouldn’t fight you on it, wolf. My vampire side for once is sitting back, enjoying the show. I’m not one for digging in the earth, but I’d assist you in this endeavor.

  Shut it, both of you. Let’s not scare off our mate I say to them. While I was busy monitoring them, Connelly has slipped into the tub. Her moan of satisfaction has my explicit attention.

  “Are you three done now?” Connelly asks as she lays her head on the ledge of the tub. “I'd like to know more about them.”

  “They’re assholes, Connelly.”

  “I bet they are, but they reside within my mate; so, I need to know everything there is to know about them.” One of her eyes opens, the look says to me that there’s no getting out of it. Before I have a chance to respond, there’s a knock at the door. “That’s probably Landry with clothes for me.” Fuck, I forgot about her. Marching out of the room, I pick up the door that once separated my room from the bathroom, and move it out of the way. Not wanting anyone to spy Connelly in the bathtub, I jar the door open and reach out to grab the clothes.

  “Thanks,” I mutter my appreciation to her before shutting the door in her face without hearing her response.

  “Lover’s quarrel already?” I hear Landry ask through the door. “That must be a new record.” She giggles as I hear her walk away.

  We need to mount her and fill her with our seed, immediately my wolf grumbles. This will make her forget anyone before us!

  I couldn’t agree more, wolfy boy, my vampire inserts.

  She needs to know who she belongs to. Climb into the tub with her, mark her, mate her, show her who's boss, Mavy.

  Will you shut up, wolf? And never, ever call me Mavy again!

  Sensitive? I kind of think wolf summed you up well, Mavy boy.

  Keep it up, motherfuckers, and I’ll shut you out completely when we mate, I grumble at the two fuckers.

  You need us to mate her, don’t forget who holds the magic of the mating, Mavy boy.

  Fuck off, blood sucker. My vampire is a son-of-a-bitch.

  He speaks the truth, my wolf states. You can’t mark her nor claim her without us. We are one.

  Oh, now the two of you want to gang up on me? Since when do the two of you ever agree on anything?

  When it comes to her, my vampire states, showing me a picture of Connelly in the tub.

  Need her my wolf pants with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as the picture narrows in on her breasts.

  Horny bastards.

  Well, yeah. Look at her, she has the perfect nipples for suckling. My vampire’s words have me adjusting myself in my jeans.

  “Maverick! Tell them to shut up and come join me. The water’s getting cold,” Connelly scolds.

  “Join you? You want me to get in there… with you?”

  Connelly

  I’m quite enjoying his discomfort. I’m secretly enjoying that I’m going to be his first on many things. Why not have fun with him while claiming them. “Yes, silly. I need my back scrubbed; I can’t reach it on my own.”

  “You wish for me to bathe you?” He audibly swallows and I bite my tongue to keep the smirk from appearing on my face.

  “You know, it’s really strange. Ever since I set eyes on you, my nipples have been tingling.” Reaching up, I run my fingers over the swollen buds. “And my pussy, it aches to be filled up.” One of my hands glides down, landing on my engorged clit. The single touch alone has my back arching and a hiss leaving my mouth.

  I’m disappointed when I hear him marching from the room. Then, I have to stifle a giggle when I hear him shout out, “Leave our food by the door. We won’t be joining you today.” Then, the door harshly slams and I worry that the structure of the frame has been compromised by his brutal strength. He comes strutting into the bathroom, removing his shirt. My tongue comes out and swipes my bottom lip. My eyes follow the path of his hands as they reach down and unbutton, then unzip his jeans. As I fantasize about what his hands could do to me, he’s suddenly standing in front of me, dick pointing up and directly in front of my face. “You wish to tease me, mate?” A delicious tingle makes its way throughout my body when he says the word ‘mate’.

  Lifting up on my knees, my mouth comes close to his dick as I respond with a simple, “yes.” I blow warm air on him from my mouth, his dick jumps, and I take that as an invitation. My tongue swipes the slit of his swollen head. He unintelligibly mumbles something, and I take the opportunity while he’s distracted to put the entirety of it in my mouth. I suck it in, and he throws his head back as his fingers entwine in my hair. Removing the head from my mouth, my tongue swipes him from root to tip.

  “Feels good, never… I’ve never,” he grunts out. I smile when it hits me that he’s never had this done to him; a first for me to conquer. Widening my mouth, I take him in as far as I can. He’s a big man… everywhere, it seems. He won’t fit in all the way; my mouth can’t accommodate his girth and length. As his musky flavor hits my taste buds, I close my mouth and swallow deeply as my head bobs up and down. “Oh, fuck!” he shouts as my hand lands on the base of his cock and I pump it up and down in tandem with my mouth. “Shit, shit, shit,” he chants as his grip tightens on my hair. My scalp begins to burn, but I let it fuel me instead of hindering my actions. My other hand leaves the side of the tub and grabs a hold of his balls. I massage them as my head bounces up and down. I have to take deep breaths in order to keep from choking. Suck, lick, massage, becomes a pattern I repeat until I finally feel him growing harder in my mouth. “You have to stop, I’m gonna come.” He tries to push my head away, but instead of complying, I double my efforts. When he realizes that I’m not moving away, he grabs my head and begins furiously fucking my face. I open my mouth and relax my throat, sucking him whole as he pumps his hips. “Motherfucker!” he shouts as spurt after spurt of his release coats my throat. I clean him off with my tongue as he softens. Noticing the tub water has turned cold, I release the drain and let some of the cold water run out. Turning on the hot water tap, I allow it to reheat the water. As soon as it’s filled to maximum capacity, I lean back with a satisfied smile plastered on my
face.

  “Come in with me, Maverick. Let’s get you all cleaned up,” I say, patting the top surface of the water.

  “Yeah, okay,” he mumbles as he comes out of his pleasure-induced fog.

  Maverick

  I climb in behind Connelly, my body feeling more relaxed than it’s ever been. I’m gonna have to get her to do that… a lot. She leans her back into my chest. She reaches out and grabs my arms, wrapping them around her middle. Her head lolls back onto my shoulder. I lean down and place a kiss upon the top of her head. “I have no words for how that made me feel, Connelly.”

  “Did it make your two assholes shut up?”

  “Definitely,” I respond. “I’m not good at this whole conversation thing, Connelly. You’ll have to lead me.”

  “Don’t worry, Maverick, I’m really good with a leash.”

  “Is that a dog joke?” I really need to improve my verbiage and socialization skills. I want to make her proud of me, not have to explain things to me for the rest of our lives.

  “Woof, woof,” she barks through laughter. “We may as well enjoy who we are, Maverick. If we can’t tease each other about it, we’ll have a dull, boring life.”

  “I have a deep-seated feeling nothing with you will be boring, mate.”

  “You’ve got that right, Maverick.” She lets out a heavy sigh before continuing, “Have you not been around many people? You seem uncomfortable sometimes. I want to understand so I can help.”

  “There’s nothing to help with, Connelly. My life has been one of solitude. I was born an abomination in the eyes of my mother’s coven and my father’s clan. I should’ve never been conceived. My mother, from what I understand, thought I was a miracle. She gave me up in order to protect me. I sort of hate her for that,” I admit.

  “Why? A mother’s job is to protect her young, Maverick. She did what she thought was necessary to ensure you lived.”

  “At least with her, I would’ve had love. Instead, I was abandoned while young. I grew up in the wild with the animals. They raised me, so I don’t know how to speak and live amongst living breathing humans, shifters, vampires… people of any kind. I hunted my food, stole from the chain stores for necessities. I didn’t even know I needed to wear clothing or use money for survival. Charisma talked me through life changes with our mental link. She explained bathing, why I needed to be dressed while roaming through cities, how to hide and protect my existence. I learned about brushing my teeth, anything hygienic from her.”

  “She was your pseudo-mother. Has she ever said anything to you about your parents?”

  “She’s kept it all a closely guarded secret. She admitted to knowing my mother personally just the other day. I’m not sure if she knows who my father is, but I know that neither of them ever wanted me.”

  “I’m sure that’s not true, Maverick.”

  “Yeah, then why didn’t either one of them fight for me?”

  “A wolf/vamp hybrid is an unknown for our kind. Think about the fact that we’re also natural born enemies. I’m sure they thought you’d be better protected if you weren’t with either one of them.”

  “I’m still amazed that I even survived my childhood. I was left, abandoned in the wilderness with no adult or guardian to watch over me.”

  “But Maverick, you just said Charisma did.”

  “Your logic makes no sense. She spoke to me sometimes.”

  “But can’t you see it? She was able to keep track of you that way. That link opened up a wavelength between the two of you to where she could keep watch over you without visibly being present. If she was to personally seek you out, you could have been found and killed. She did what she could. I think you need to sit and talk with her, ask her questions. I bet you’ll be surprised by what you discover.”

  “I suppose I’ve never thought of it that way before.”

  Connelly

  I have so many questions for him running through my head. But, I’m afraid to overwhelm him with my curiosity. But there’s one thing I’m curious about. “Maverick?”

  “Hmm?” I can tell he’s relaxed, but like a curious little kitty, I can’t seem to help myself.

  “You were alone, but, I happened to notice a bookshelf full of books. Who taught you to read?”

  “When I was about thirteen years old, I went through my first shift. I was curious about all of the changes in my body. One day, I was going through town and happened to stop in front of the local library. There was a kid on the stoop of the stairs leading to the library. She had a book in her hand and was captivated by whatever was on the pages. I was jealous for an instant, wanted to be able to do that too. So, I went inside and met a little old lady, who was the librarian. She introduced me to books on tape. She showed me where the books were that went with them and I would sit and listen and follow the words as the narrator read them. I started off with history books, then expanded from there.”

  “That’s remarkable, Maverick. You taught yourself to read. That’s a hard feat to accomplish. You should be proud of yourself.”

  “Books are what taught me everything I know about life. The dictionary became my closest friend. The meaning behind every word intrigued me and I memorized it.”

  “You memorized the entire dictionary?” I’ve never met anyone who’s had the patience to do that before. His mind is a vault that needs to be opened up and explored. It explains why every word that’s left his mouth since I have met him has been literal.

  “I did, it opened up a whole new world for me,” he states as he grabs the washrag and begins sliding it up and down my body. Just like that, all the questions once running through my head vanish. The next thirty minutes are filled with me teaching him to wash me and returning the favor.

  Maverick

  As I take a cup of water and pour the contents of it over her hair, I watch enthusiastically as the suds travel down her back. Every time the newly warmed water runs down she moans in appreciation. I’m a little nervous about the mating process. I’m not well-educated on the process, only knowing what Charisma has shared with me throughout the years. But her knowledge only goes as far as the vampire rituals. “Let’s get out and dry off. We need to feed you before this night goes any further. We’ll both be needing the nutrients to keep up our strength.” I’m talking out my ass, what I really want to do is pull Paxton to the side and pick his brain. I don’t want to upset my mate when she realizes I have no clue as to what I’m doing. The sex part I’ve got, it’s everything else I need to have a quick course of learning with.

  “I could eat.” She has my mind intrigued when she looks up at me. She’s wearing not only a look of lust on her face, but that of a woman who is truly happy with her life. I want to witness that look every day. Knowing that I’m the reason her face alights like this, is the best present anyone has ever bestowed upon me.

  Once we have both dried off and dressed for the evening, me in my standard jeans and T-shirt, she in a pair of pants that molds to her body and a shirt showing off her bountiful breasts, we head into the living room to join the others.

  “Maverick, I hope you don’t mind, but we found the spare bedrooms and made ourselves at home,” Landry warily chews on her fingernail as she announces this.

  “It’s fine, did you find everything suitable?” I ask them.

  “Oh, yes. You have a lovely home, Maverick.” My chest swells with pride when Landry says this to me.

  “Thanks,” I uncomfortably reply. I’ve never been able to take a compliment well and know the right way to respond to them. That’s not something that was explained or detailed in my literature. I’m not a boisterous type of person, but I’m willing to learn for my friends and mate. How to properly respond that is. “Did everyone eat?”

  “We did, we have plates keeping warm in the oven for the two of you,” Paxton interjects.

  “Where are Charisma and Esmerelda?” I notice they are missing.

  “Charisma needed to ‘refuel’,” Paxton air quotes the descriptive
word as he says this. “Esmerelda decided she needed an escort.”

  “I wonder why? Charisma has been feeding on her own for centuries, she’s well equipped to do it without an escort.” I’m not understanding Esmerelda’s need to be within close proximity of Charisma as she gains the nutrients needed for her survival.

  “The two of them have become fast friends. I have a feeling Esmerelda wanted to keep having an enlightening conversation with her. Her words, not mine,” Landry inserts.

  “That’s an odd friendship,” Connelly dumbfoundedly states. “They are as different as night and day. What on earth could those two have in common?”

  “Maverick,” Paxton says my name.

  “Yes.” I look over in his direction.

  He rolls his eyes at me as Landry and Connelly begin to chuckle.

  “You, Maverick. They have you in common. “They’ve done nothing but talk about the prophecy and their take on it.”

  “I need to read this prophecy; it’s confusing to me.” I’ve never really understood it when Charisma would bring it up to me. There’s nothing special or spectacular about me.

  “It’s not just you, Maverick. It’s you and Connelly, your children, your friends, their children. You are the common bond that is destined to unite us all.”

  “Paxton, that’s a lot of damn pressure.” I exhale a harsh breath. “People don’t like me.”