by Vella Day
Mac smiled at the inadvertent compliment. “I thought you could handle someone like me.” Where that sass had come from was anyone’s guess.
Sam slipped off the sofa and onto his knees. “Oh, I can.” He unhooked the back of her bra and flung it off. His pupils dilated. “I think it’s time I show you who lacks control.”
She couldn’t wait.
Chapter Eleven
Sam patted the sofa. “It’s your turn to take the throne seat. Sit on the edge, lean back, and spread your legs. Don’t even think about closing them until I’m done.”
Sam’s forceful words jacked up Mac’s pleasure button. Being told to do something usually bothered her, but not this time. She liked his aggressiveness. The spark in his eyes implied he’d never hurt her, so she eagerly assumed the position.
Moving in front of her, he sat on his haunches, spread her legs even wider, and leaned over. She steeled herself for the first sensual assault, but her imagination didn’t even come close to the reality. The first swipe of his tongue had her gasping. She had to grab the pillows on either side of her not to come after the second lick.
“Easy there, hacker girl. I’ve only just begun. Show me how strong you are.”
Challenges were her fortes. “Go for it. I’m not even turned on.”
“That’s not pussy cream I’m detecting?”
Damn werewolf. “I don’t know.”
Sam grinned and went back to what he was doing. This time, he released her legs, wedged his shoulders between them, and rubbed her clit with one thumb while he plucked a nipple with his other hand.
“That’s playing dirty,” she said, huffing out the words.
He sucked harder and pinched her clit. She moaned and scooted closer toward him. She needed his cock, but she sure as hell wouldn’t beg. No way. Not her. Not ever.
He lifted his other hand and cupped her breast. He looked up and smiled. “You like that?”
Mac was so confused; she wasn’t certain how she should respond, so she said nothing.
“So that’s the way you’re going to play it? Fine by me.” Sam rose, grabbed her waist, dipped down, and hauled her over his shoulder.
“Whoa.” Mac beat on his back. “What are you doing?” She thought he was about to fuck her.
He clamped a hand around the back of her thighs. “You need to learn control, little one.”
Control? She had more control than ten werewolves. He carried her down the hallway. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed they’d passed Brandon’s room.
Sam set her down and opened a door that led to something that looked like a room of torture. “Holy hell. Is there where you bring Colters to get the truth out of them?”
He laughed. “Hardly. This is our pleasure room. You aren’t ready for this yet. We’ll need time to train you.”
She whirled around on him. “I’m not into whips and chains and shit. I like hardcore fucking. With a man. Not with some object.”
He grinned. “When wielded by the right man, you’ll love it; but for today, I’m good with hardcore.” He clasped her hand and led her into a bedroom that looked like a maid had just been there. The room was spartan. Other than a small wooden box on his dresser, the rest of space was dominated by a four-poster metal-framed bed.
“Hold onto this post and bend over. Real far. I’ll show you what a man can do with a woman. Try not to come too quickly, or I’ll lick your pussy so much, you’ll pass out from all the climaxes.”
She liked when he was funny. “Sure thing, Captain.”
“Watch your tongue.”
She stuck it out and looked down at it, as if that was what he meant.
“Sassy vixen.” He spun her around to face the bedpost and pressed on her back. She had just enough time to grab hold of the post. “Don’t move.”
Not only did she sense the pounding of his feet across the room, the closet squeaked as he slid it open. Sam returned and waved a red striped tie under her nose.
“What’s that for?”
“I thought I’d blindfold you.”
Her stomach clenched. “Why?”
Sam grabbed her by the waist, turned her around once more, and tilted up her chin with a finger. “Look. I would never in a million years do anything you don’t like, hacker girl, so you don’t have to worry. I thought if I blindfolded you, the rest of your animal senses would be heightened and bring you more joy.”
Ooh. “Okay.” As long as her hands were free, she could rip off the tie if she wanted to.
Sam moved close and sucked on her bottom lip and inhaled. “Mmm, you smell good.” His slow sensuous words caressed her and ignited a fire between her legs. The man was potent.
His erect cock pressed against her abdomen as he shifted his attention to her earlobe. She recalled Brandon’s fangs had extended when he’d been this close. Sam must not be turned on enough. Wanting to remedy that situation, she reached between them and grabbed his cock.
He sucked in a large breath. “Be careful there. Think of it as a bottle of nitroglycerin about to go off if you shake him too much.”
Would she ever get used to his strange sense of humor? She hoped not. To tease him, she grabbed his dick and pumped her fist up and down fast.
He snatched her wrist and held it behind her back. “Be good. I’m trying to seduce you. In fact, I think you need this blindfold. That way you won’t be able to see my cock when I drive it into you.”
She loved his sexy words. She didn’t comment that if he stood behind her, she wouldn’t be able to see his cock, blindfolded or not. Speaking up might earn her another spanking. As much as she’d enjoy the experience, she wanted his cock more.
He let go of her hands, placed the cloth over her closed eyes, and gently tied it in back.
It wasn’t too tight or too loose. “That’s good.”
“Now for some fun.” Sam bent her backwards, and his dick slid lower on her belly. Her pussy dampened in expectation of what was to come. Fearing she might fall, Mac grabbed the post behind her with her right hand and cupped the back of his head with her left.
When his lips captured hers, his unexpected passion stirred something deep inside her. They each opened up and dove in to explore. It was glorious. A deep rumble emitted from inside him.
“I need you,” he ground out.
As his hands slid to her waist, his tongue left a trail across her chin, down her throat to her right breast. Ripples of desire burst across her skin. When he tugged on her nipple, her juices flowed freely. Sam sure had mastered the art of knowing the right amount of pressure, or else it was not seeing his lips make love to her body that raised her awareness to new heights. He twirled one nipple with his fingers, while he swirled his tongue around the other tip. He alternated, making her crave his touch on the abandoned breast even more. His warm breath skimmed across her skin, intensifying the sparks of need within.
She wet her lips because she could barely speak. “How about a little cock?”
“It ain’t so little. Or did you forget?”
“Yes. I forgot.”
Sam laughed, spun her around, and hooked her other hand on the post. He drew back her hips and lightly kicked open her legs. “Now be a good girl and let me take you my way.”
How had she started out wielding the power and ended up so vulnerable?
Because I like it this way. At least with Sam and Brandon she did. Uh-oh. “Will Brandon be upset that I’m with you?”
“Don’t you worry about him. He’s good.”
She hoped so. Sam slapped his cock between her legs. Because his legs were so long, his dick pressed against her clit, and the movement made her soar. He leaned over and cupped her breasts. Gently, he rubbed her distended nipples until her body sizzled with need. Every time he moved, his cock rubbed back and forth across her wet slit.
“Please, Sam.” Shit, she hadn’t meant to beg.
“Please what Sam?”
He grabbed his dick and pressed it against her opening, but he he
ld still as he awaited her answer.
“Fuck me.”
“Fuck you how?”
Damn him. She needed him, and he wasn’t making it easy. Only then did she realize why he wanted to blindfold her. Yes, her senses had been heightened, but it was probably so that she wouldn’t see the signs of him nearly shifting. He didn’t want her to know how much she affected him; and that idea made her giddy.
“Hard and fast. That’s how I like it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He eased his cock in an inch and stopped. While her walls nearly screamed from being stretched, she relished the pain throbbing inside her. She wanted more and edged her hips back.
“None of that.” His voice sounded like he had marbles in his mouth. She smiled at his desperation.
As if his cock really were filled with nitroglycerin, he worked it down her wet channel nice and slow. What part of hard and fast didn’t he get?
“I’m not that delicate.”
He grunted. “I’m going as fast as I can.”
Aw. He was holding on by a thread. That pleased her to no end. Was he waiting for her to come first? He must not realize that all he needed to do was thrust into her a few times and she’d be off in the stratosphere. To help him get moving, she tightened her inner walls.
“If you want to see the light of day, don’t do that again.” He growled, as if to prove how close he was to shifting.
Mac relaxed her pussy walls, allowing him to slide in farther. Every inch brought relief. When he reached the end, he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his cheek on her back. His beard had sprouted coarse hair since they’d started.
He withdrew and plowed right back into her. Each subsequent stroke came with more force. She gripped the post and lowered her head, loving every thrust. Sam slid his hand along her belly. The closer he came to her pussy, the faster the sparks flew. When he finally rubbed her clit, it was as if he’d lit every match in the box and tossed in on a pile of lighter fluid-covered wood. Her orgasm swept through her like a blazing inferno.
“Ah, yes. Sam. Yes!”
After that, the words no longer had meaning. Once her climax took over, he let loose. He drove his cock into her fast and hard, and she couldn’t get enough. His mouth latched onto her shoulder just as his cock erupted. Sharp pricks sank into her shoulder, but she didn’t feel any pain, only the elation of the joining.
“Mackenzie.” He hugged her tightly then lifted the blindfold off. She blinked back the light. “Be right back.”
He uncoupled and slipped into the bathroom. Once he cleaned her, they both dressed in silence. She turned toward him, his face a mask. “Are you sorry you made love with me?”
“Are you kidding? Hell no. You do realize though, that from now on, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure nothing happens to you.”
“I don’t need a man to take care of me. I’ve got my gun and my skills.”
He laughed, but it didn’t hold a lot of cheer. “Tell me this. Outside the bar, if you were convinced I was a Colter, could you really have shot me?” He stroked her cheek. When she didn’t answer, he shook his head. “You haven’t killed anyone before, have you?”
Damn. She wasn’t the best of actors. “No, but I knew right off the bat that you were good, so there was no need to shoot you.”
“You’re too trusting, hacker girl, and that worries me.”
Mac rolled her eyes. “How can you say that? You don’t really know me, yet. I’m only trusting because we’re mates.” Oh, shit. Did she really let that slip?
Sam grabbed her shoulders, excitement skating across his face. “You felt it. Didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck.”
“Now what’s wrong?” The man was a study in contrasts.
“Nothing.” The front door opened and Brandon called out Sam’s name.
Because her car was in the drive, he’d know she was there. He was probably just warning them in case they were naked.
“We need to tell Brandon about the names you uncovered, and I fear what he might do.”
Chapter Twelve
When Mackenzie and Sam strolled out of the back room, Brandon immediately knew what they’d been doing, and he couldn’t be happier. Nor was he surprised they’d ended up in bed. The need to be with one’s mate was too strong to deny.
Brandon mentally patted himself on the back. When Chris hadn’t been able to find any encrypted files on Hood’s computer, Sam had taken the news hard. That was when Brandon suggested he ask Mackenzie for help. Sam had been hesitant at first because he feared that if she found the sought-after information, she might go off half-cocked in search of the men. Brandon was able to convince him that the alternative was worse. They’d have no chance of ever learning the names without her hacking into the computer.
“Did our little mate uncover any gems?” Brandon couldn’t keep the smugness from his tone. From what she’d described she’d done in the past, her skills were extensive.
Mackenzie’s lips pressed together. “I’m not little. I’m five foot six, which, for a woman, is above average.”
He liked the way she stood up to him. “Just a figure of speech, darlin’. You should be used to such crudities if you spent the afternoon with Goliath here.”
Sam took a large step toward him. “Watch it, pipsqueak. Maybe we won’t show you the list of names.” Because his cousin had two inches on him and at least forty pounds, it probably hadn’t been smart to stab the beast in the eye.
Brandon’s pulse jacked. “You found something?”
“Mackenzie actually found it.” All three went over to the computer where Sam tapped the screen to bring it to life. “There are ten names here. We believe the numbers represent the amount paid for the women. Unfortunately, we don’t know who bought which woman.”
Mackenzie scooted closer. “Sam here accessed the missing persons’ list both for Gulfside—of which there are two names—and for the rest of Florida. Ten women were reported missing this past year alone. That should help.”
Brandon nodded. “That’s fantastic, but remember, these women could be from anywhere. Take Cheryl, for example.”
“You’re right.” Her shoulders sagged.
Sam spoke up. “I say we check out each man, canvasing the neighborhood to see if any of the gentlemen has a new maid, a new nanny, or some long lost sister who just appeared. If we can get a photo of the women in the house, I’ll have the department do a national search for missing persons.”
She smiled. “That would be awesome.”
Brandon’s logical mind tried to process all of this new information. “We’ll need help from Trax, Dante, Drake, Kurt, Clay, and Dirk to help with the search. It’ll go faster.”
Sam nodded. “I’m sure the General will give us whoever we need.”
Mackenzie picked up a half-full glass of tea and sipped it. “Who’s this General? I recognize some of the other names after speaking with Elena. I also remember her mate commenting that the General had called him. At the time, I thought Dirk was part of the military.”
It was time to tell her the rest of their secret. “You know the Colters are mean motherfuckers, right?”
She glanced to the ceiling. “Of course.”
“Sam and I, along with many other shifters, belong to a group called The Pack. Our sole purpose is to take down the Colter organization.”
“Seriously?” The smile that followed lit up her eyes. God, she was so beautiful—and all theirs; assuming they didn’t mess it up and drive her away.
So far, their fellow Pack members had found mates who seemed okay being with their men living a dangerous life.
Brandon picked up her hand because he needed to touch her. “Yes. Seriously.”
“Do you know if the men who bought the women are all Colters?” She glanced between them.
He liked how Mackenzie could focus on the important issues and let go of her hand.
“We don’t know, and it doesn’t
matter to us whether they are or aren’t,” Sam said. “What we do know is that the men who orchestrated the human trafficking scheme are Colters.” He turned the laptop to give Brandon a better viewing angle. “How about you and I take the first two, Trax and Dante can check out number three and four, and so forth?”
The idea had a few holes. “Some of the men might know these scum, especially if they’d had any run-ins with them. We should let everyone have a hand in deciding who goes after which man. Which means we need to get this list to the General ASAP.”
Sam stabbed a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t thinking. You’re right. Regardless, we’ll need Trax and Dante to set us up with better monitoring equipment.” He turned to Mackenzie. “Each of our members brings some expertise to the table. Trax and Dante Field are our security systems experts. Clay and Dirk can pull off a sting operation better than anyone.”
She glanced between them. “My private investigation company was set up the same way. I was great with hacking into computers and picking locks, whether they belonged to doors or safes. What are your specialties?”
“Sam here is one of our best fighters. He’s a brilliant strategist, especially in Colter capture. Since I work for the telephone company, it’s easy for me to get close to the subject.”
Sam winked. “In English that means he’s been known to tap a phone or two.”
“And the General?”
“He’s our leader. He was in the military, but now he organizes and directs what we do.”
“Is he good?”
“Very.” Brandon glanced to the computer. “I was aware of your computer skills, but you held out on your other talents, darlin’. Lock picking? Safe cracking?”
She grinned. “A woman has to have some secrets.” Now, it was her turn to glance at the computer. “So which man do I get to investigate?”
Brandon’s stomach nearly emptied. “No one.”
She shoved back her chair as if she were ready to do battle. “Why not? One of the bastards has Cheryl.”
Sam pressed a hand on her thigh. “That might be true, but let us worry about the men. If you get in the mix, my mind won’t be on the Colters. It’ll be on you, fearful one of those asses will try to capture you.”