Into The Lair 0f Los Rey Lobo: Wildes 0f The West (Half Breed Haven Book 9)

by A. M. Van Dorn

  With a whistle followed with her laughter Cassandra said, “That is indeed an examination. A very thorough one.”

  Batting her eyes, Honor finished, “I am simply stating the case that if Lijuan had not made us late with her dalliance, then we likely would not have been around at the exact moment there was a snake in the road.”

  “What do you say to that?” Cassandra asked with a smile.

  Lijuan said nothing but merely looked at her pair of sisters with a smirk as her mind traveled back to her time at the hotel and her quite enjoyable tryst. Well, at least it had been up until the very last moment of it thanks to Catalina.

  CHAPTER 2

  CARSON CITY, NEVADA

  Hotel Franco

  Out the window from the third story of the Hotel Franco, Lijuan glanced down at the family's wagon parked in front of the hotel. The pair of Clydesdales chewed from a feed bag Catalina had tied onto them before she and the other two siblings had gone off to find a decent breakfast before their trip out of town.

  Lijuan wasn't even hungry. Besides, the hotel manager would arrange for them to have a well-packed traveling meal when they left. It would be meant for all of them, but, honestly, it was a goodbye gift for her. On the way, she would temporarily put Cattie on her horse, Kong, and take a place on the bench seat by Honor Elizabeth and snack on what the man would have prepared for the trip. With a smile, she knew that she could ask for anything from him because when it came to eating … she had him eating out of her hand.

  She yanked the two curtains shut and turned to look at the man in question. J. Everett Morgan lay on the bed. His well-attired clothes were little more than an indistinct lump on the floor where he had hastily peeled them off before upon her order. Lijuan smiled in appreciation as there was no disguising his excitement at being in her presence. He was looking at her expectantly, his fully erect eight inches involuntarily jerking in anticipation. Morgan's eyes seemed to be silently pleading for her to disrobe and join him as she had promised.

  With a teasing grin, her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse and with agonizing slowness to the man on the bed she began to undo them one at a time. As she did, she thought about how much she had liked the man from the first moment she had met him the night before.

  Having completed their business at the Wain & Trask Stoneworks Company, the quartet of Wildes had spent a good hour searching for a hotel that would host them. It was the same as it always was. Mexicans not allowed, or no service for coloreds and Chinese not welcome. The third hotel they stopped at had been the Franco, and they had been greeted warmly by the manager himself who had been busy giving some instructions to a clerk when they had walked into the lobby.

  The manager had all the attributes that set off the longing that Lijuan had spent so many years continually burying deep within herself. No, it wasn't his impressive height or the broad shoulders that attracted the woman to him. It was the deepest blue eyes set within the handsome face, and the neatly combed thicket of blond hair crowning the hotelier. Out of the corner of her eyes, she had seen Cassandra give a look of appreciation for the man, but Lijuan had coolly raised one eyebrow, a not-so-subtle signal to Cassie who would know that it meant, "He's mine."

  Cassandra simply shrugged as she was not going to challenge her sister on this matter. Still, her older sister couldn't resist letting loose with a meant-to-be-heard-by-her sigh. Lijuan knew that it was Cassie's way of saying that Lijuan's indulging in this preferred type of man of hers was only a bandage or a salve for the frustration that lay deep within her.

  Hers was a frustration that often manifested itself in fits of anger that Lijuan quite liberally channeled towards whatever bad guy they happened to encounter next, and any criminal that fell into Lijuan's crosshairs tended to have a very short life expectancy. Occasionally, Cassandra was adamant that someday she would no longer ignore Lijuan's issues and they would have to be at long last confronted … for better or for worse. Having made her point, Cassandra turned away from her and joked with Honor Elizabeth about something, but Lijuan was no longer paying attention. She was sizing Mister Morgan up, and he was just the type that stoked passion in her petite frame.

  The Wilde family's cattle business along with the timber operation provided all seven of them a comfortable lifestyle, and they had no problem affording four separate rooms on the top floor. Of course, before going out for the evening, they had all crowded into Catalina's room and began fixing themselves up for a night out on the town in Carson City. Lijuan only feigned interest though … she had no interest to want to go carousing about the Nevada city for two reasons.

  First, she was a lightweight when it came to alcohol … the other three sisters had a fortitude for liquor she simply did not have. One beverage would send her for a loop, so she rarely drank. More importantly, she had already fixated on J. Everett Morgan. She had noticed when they checked in the man had no ring on his finger, and to her, that was all she needed to green light her pursuit of the man. Her bath had been a quick one, and while her sisters still bathed in their rooms, she had hurriedly dressed and gone back down to the lobby to begin flirting with the man in earnest.

  It never took much with the Wilde sisters. They were fond of saying they always got their man one way or another, whether it be in bed or a hail of Cassie's gunfire, winding up on the sharp end of Honor's knife, getting a licking from Catalina's bullwhip and of course being laid low on the receiving end of the twelve-inch blacksmith's hammer Lijuan kept attached on her hip.

  She had left the hammer behind, of course, and Morgan had invited her into his office and offered her a brandy. She accepted, but merely sipped on it, barely touching it as she continued to flirt. In Alamieda she had a well-earned reputation of being a difficult person, a hellcat as many called her, and someone to be respected and feared. On the ranch itself, she was regarded that way as well by the ranch hands. However, when she wanted to turn on the charm, she could do it like a lever being thrown. Tonight, she had it up on high … she wanted this man, and she was going to have him. He would satisfy that eternal longing controlling this hellcat, she thought.

  The pair had made plans to meet up after the woman returned to the hotel that night. He was fascinated to learn more about how the exotic group of sisters had come to be. She would tell him very little, she knew. The family had always been very selective about sharing too much about their father and his many and tragic loves, but she would tell him a little. He had also promised to explain how he, a man from a small town on the coast of Maine would end up running a hotel in the bustling western city.

  When she had returned to Catalina's room, the women were knee-deep in getting ready. Honor Elizabeth stood in the nude, fitfully trying to decide between two of the three dresses she had packed for the trip. Lijuan just rolled her eyes as she swept by her.

  The others knew where she had been but didn’t press her, and they didn’t blame her. Soon after Honor's protracted dress selection was finally settled, the quartet of sisters was on their way. Despite not having any fervent desire to go out, Lijuan had wound up enjoying herself just as the others had. The thing about the sisters, they knew, was the hourglass figures they had inherited from their paternal grandmother coupled with their stunning looks had the usual effect of rending most men color-blind. They had received no shortage of attention as they had walked side by side into a saloon. Catalina didn't even attempt to hide her giggle when the piano player stopped playing for a good ten seconds as he and the other denizens stared at them in wonder.

  Once the music started playing again, the bustle returned to the saloon, and the four sisters found an empty table as heads continued to turn their way. The offers to be bought drinks started almost immediately. It wasn't lost on the sisters that all but one woman in the bar was looking at them as a threat. The woman who wasn't appeared to be looking on with the same interest as the male customers. Catalina had made a note to go strike up a conversation with her at the first opportunity.

 
The beer flowed their way abundantly, and Honor and Cassie had invited a pair of handsome cousins to join them at their table. Catalina was busy chatting it up with the woman in the far corner of the bar. Lijuan, not drinking, had broken off from the pack and won several hands of poker at a table with three men before she decided the time was at hand to excuse herself.

  She had said her goodbyes to the pair at the table who had an understanding look, and she had just announced her goodnights to Catalina when she stopped at the swinging doors to the saloon long enough to look back. There she saw Cassandra landing a haymaker across the jaw of a heavy-set woman who had challenged Cassie for the interest her man was showing in her. Lijuan turned and laughed as the woman hit the floor … she loved her sisters.

  Back at the hotel she quickly regretted leaving the other three, because an emergency had come up at the hotel. A small fire had erupted in the kitchen and had been hastily put out, but Morgan was busy dealing with the aftermath and working the logistics of getting the kitchen back up and running before breakfast the following morning.

  He had apologized profusely to Lijuan for having to cancel their plans. Lijuan would have ordinarily been livid, but she could see the bitter disappointment in the hotel man's face. Forcing a smile, she told him not to worry about it but made him promise to visit her room before the four sisters checked out and headed south.

  As expected, the following morning Cassandra and Honor Elizabeth looked like they had the hangovers from hell, while Catalina was her natural, chipper, and enthusiastic self as if she’d never had a drop the night before. Her late mother’s family owned a now fading vineyard in one of three prominent valleys just below the Arizona/Mexico border, and all had always surmised it was the Corderro blood and its tolerance for the spirits that explained her remarkable recuperative powers the night after their benders. Still left unspoken, their father frowned on Catalina’s drinking due to his awareness that the Corderro family had its issues regarding their consumption of alcohol, and he did not wish his little Peppercorn to go down that road.

  She had begged off when they invited her to breakfast down the street, as the hotels was still shut down. Still waiting for Morgan, she told them to be on their way. They informed her they were going to pack, pay the bill downstairs, and leave immediately after they got back from eating as they had a long way to go, and Lijuan should be ready when they returned. She agreed, and they had gone off. A short time later Morgan had appeared at the door, a bouquet of flowers he had scared up from somewhere in his hand as a symbol of his apology for standing her up the night before.

  Lijuan had asked him how the restaurant was making out. He had informed her a new stove would be in place shortly, and they hoped to have it back up for lunch. But before that, he would have some food prepared for their long journey. Politely, he had attempted to pick up their conversation from the night before about how the four sisters could be of such assorted colors, but for Lijuan the time for talk was well past. Her short legs had carried her across the room, she accepted the bouquet of roses, and just as quickly put them aside. She surprised him by rising on her tippy toes and kissing him vigorously.

  Morgan was taken aback immediately. Never in his life had a woman acted so aggressively, he had stammered. Coyly, she asked him if he liked the change, and after a moment of getting over being stunned, he smiled roguishly that he did indeed. With conviction, she told him that if he liked that, then he was going to love what was going to come next. In no uncertain terms, she laid out to him that she was in charge and was going to do everything that she said. Lijuan asked him if he agreed, and he hurriedly shook his head like an obedient child.

  Way too easy she had thought, but, damn, it didn't matter … he had that specific look. A moment later, she was commanding him to undress. For the briefest of seconds, he seemed to hesitate and then began to strip away his suit. That was when she had turned to gaze out the window before drawing the shades.

  Now she was watching his eyes mushrooming in desire as her large breasts came free from her undergarments and the last of them dropped to the floor. Her body was so petite, but her gift of great endowments always seemed to touch off an extra desire in whoever she was bedding. It was the one thing that separated her from her sisters as their bosoms better matched the rest of their proportions, but she didn't care, not when she was seeing the burning look on a man's face like she saw now, not to mention his already rigid cock.

  Crossing over to the bed she climbed on it and sat looking down at him with her hands resting on her knees. She had waited all night for this moment, and now it was here.

  Suddenly a banging on the door had begun accompanied by Catalina’s voice through the wood. Of course, it was her shouting Lijuan thought annoyed…the other two were in no condition to raise their voices.

  "We finished right quick Lijuan! Cassie says it's time to get a-movin' along! You and Cassie got to get to the livery and saddle up!"

  Furiously Lijuan eyed the door and shouted in its direction" I'm busy! Get lost!" There was a short silence on the other side and then Catalina spoke again, "thought you was in a hurry to get ba…oh, you‘re not alone in there are you?" She loved Cattie, but sometimes her little sister made her want to jump out of her skin.

  “You get a prize! Now go down to the livery with Cassie and get my horse for me! I’ll be down when I’m good and ready!”

  The sound of retreating footsteps told her she had gotten her message across loud and clear. Her attention turned back to Morgan, and she leaned in close, her long blackish brown hair dangling in his face.

  “I hope you are ready…because you’re not going to be fucking me…

  His face registered a flash of incomprehension before she continued.

  “It’s going to be me fucking you!”

  Without another word she mounted his prone body and wrapped her hands around his shaft and drew it into his mouth as he gave out a gasp. His hands shot back pressing against the wall above the headboard.

  "You like that?" she asked.

  Inside of her mouth, she sucked on his dick while her skilled tongue continued to coil around it. Hit with a double attack, Morgan began to moan and squirm. His legs twitched with every moment of the muscle in her mouth. He tried to jerk his hands down from the wall but failed. They were stuck hard. The hotel manager arched his entire body, and she knew there were waves of pleasure washing over him. Naturally, of course, she thought allowing herself a dose of pride. As many men before him had testified she was good, unbelievably good. Morgan appeared ready to lose his mind as the Asian cockatrice lifted her head, coiling her tongue licking her thin lips, letting his endowment slip out. She grinned and let it hang resting against her cheek for a few moments, dripping with spit.

  "Loved it…What...was that? I’ve never had that done before" Morgan asked weakly. She looked at him in amazement. He appeared about her age, nearing thirty and that was the first time he had been serviced like that? Not wanting to make him feel bad about that fact she continued,

  "That's called tongue work. It could drive you crazy. Want to have a better feel for it?"

  Morgan didn't answer immediately, but his dick was pulsating in the air, begging for more attention, which Lijuan could give. The manager appeared to be trying to regain control of his will, but it was a losing battle.

  "Yes. I want a better feel for it." Morgan said, almost as if in a trance.

  Saying now more she trailed her tongue from the tip of his cock all the way down to his balls where she began to circle her tongue around them artfully. "My God!" he breathed, looking down into her almond eyes as she worked him.

  "You wanted a better feel. You're getting one."

  His throbbing erection was rock hard and twitching excitedly. After a few moments, she began stroking it vigorously as her tongue continued its elegant dance below it. Morgan grunted, and his dick leaped several times compulsively. Lijuan pulled her head away with a bridge of saliva briefly following. She swept her hand throu
gh it and used it to lubricate her continued stroking. His breathing became labored, his hairy chest rising and falling, and she ceased her ministrations.

  "You honestly think I would just let you cum so quickly?" she asked haughtily. "Well, you don't get to have all of the fun. Now, it's time for me to enjoy myself." The woman moved forward a little, and then impaled herself on him quickly rocking her hips back and forth. Morgan gritted his teeth as she bounced on his shaft. She was biting her lip, enjoying herself immensely. "You're pretty big. It seems I lucked out! I'm glad I staked my claim on you before Cassie!" Morgan's eyes were closed, and he was trembling from the sensation of her small frame pounding up and down on his dick. Her hips were working furiously, and her now flowing juices were hot and thick.

  Lijuan's fingers furiously rubbed her button as she slammed herself up and down on him, hard. As she continued pumping her hips back and forth, her breaths became ragged pants. For his part, Morgan it seemed couldn't take it anymore. He gasped and bucked his hips and then the breath caught in his throat as he thrashed about under her.

  The young Asian woman twitched and quivered whining as her nipples went hard and pleasure washed over her. She had not climaxed this hard in a long time. Lijuan didn't just enjoy this. She LOVED it. The two instincts inside of her, lust and powerful domination were melting together, giving her pleasure the likes of which she had not had in some time. She loved the thrill of with sex with strangers who always added extra spice to the fun. More importantly, she loved how she was dominating him. Power for her was a drug, and Lijuan Wilde knew it. She rocked harder; every burst of her orgasm was amazing. When she finally finished, Lijuan å sighed in her afterglow and gazed down at Morgan.

  "I could do this all morning" she announced gleefully. "Every time I see those blue eyes...I think I lose myself in them a little bit."