Virgil pulled back and looked into Emmie’s face.
“We should get you home,” He held her gaze as her breath heavily lifted and lowered her chest.
Emmie slowly shook her head, her eyes sparkling in the night, “No.”
Virgil held her gaze for another moment before jumping down from Red. Emmie leaned forward again but Virgil was too fast for her. His hands held her waist as she leaned in, but he merely held her in place for another long moment.
“You’re sure?” His fingers almost touched as they circled around her waist.
Emmie bent boldly and took Virgil’s mouth in her own, showing him her answer. He lifted her, slowly lowering her feet to the ground, her body settling into his. Her fingers moved around the buttons of his shirt and he moved them back off of the road.
As her dress slid off her body the cold night air hit every inch of her skin. Her nipples hardened and Virgil lifted one nipple in his mouth. He kissed her skin like he was worshipping her. The warmth of his body pulsed into hers and she pressed herself against him, trying to melt into him.
They lay their clothes on the cold ground. Emmie felt Virgil’s eyes on her like a heat. He was devouring her with only his look. When he pulled her toward him she opened for him, craving him, needing him to be one with her.
Her eyes were locked on his as he slid inside of her. Emmie sucked in a sip of air but she couldn’t take her eyes away from his.
His body moved over hers, her head lifting off the ground, her breath pulsing in short pants. Virgil adjusted to her reactions.
Emmie’s body was throbbing, new sensations flooding every nerve. She gasped and his lips plunged down for her.
A deep quiver began within her. With every movement, it grew and her body became less and less her own. Control left and a new wave of feelings overtook her.
Another gasp dragged through her throat. Virgil's rhythm changed to match her rising intensity. Emmie's eyes locked onto the pure gray of his eyes as her body lifted and an explosion burst through her cells.
Virgil’s mouth opened part way as his body contracted and the two froze together, barely moving as surges of energy ran through them.
It was a few minutes before Emmie remembered the cold around her, her clothes lying chilly beneath her. She turned and curled her body into Virgil’s not ready to give herself up to the reality of the cold that was even now moving in.
Chapter Six
Emmie got no sleep after Virgil dropped her safely at the Ward Ranch. She couldn't stop seeing his gray eyes and feel his hands on her. The prospect of Virgil leaving and her body and mind continuing without him seemed an impossible thing.
The day dragged on. She made her rounds and thought she saw the same pack of coyotes or wolves that she’d seen before, but they were gone before she even remembered her missing rifle.
Every moment was filled with thought and she couldn’t manage to keep her mind focused on any task for more than a few seconds. She wondered where Virgil was, how far away, if he’d made up with Max or if something bad might have happened to him. When she finally crept into bed that night her head was so foggy and her eyes so heavy that she slipped into bed and into a full sleep within only a few minutes.
She was so heavily and deeply asleep that she could not understand what was happening as she woke in the middle of the night. There was a pounding sound, it was dark, and she could barely make sense of it until she looked out her window and saw Virgil’s face.
It was a moment before she could conceive that she wasn’t dreaming and was able to get up and open her window. Her smile disappeared when she saw the serious look on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Max, Otis, and Levi are on their way over. I tried to reason with them earlier, we even made it out of town, but Max is stubborn and dangerous.”
Emmie put her hand on Virgil’s arm, “It will be ok. We have another rifle inside, and another in the barn, we’ll be safe here.”
“No,” Virgil’s face went tight and Emmie watched him closely. “There’s something you don’t know about me… about the four of us.”
Emmie felt a sinking feeling creep through the pit of her stomach. The way he said it and the look on his face were telling her that any or all of her worst fears were most certainly true.
“Emeline,” Virgil braced himself on the side of the house. “You know how I told you that the cattle were taken by animals?”
Emmie nodded waiting for further explanation but nothing came.
"That was you? You're telling me that you did steal the McGilligcuddy cattle?”
“Yes, and the other morning too,” Virgil squinted his eyes.
“Other morning?”
“The morning you came out—”
“—No,” Emmie interrupted. “I saw wolves remember?”
“Exactly,” Virgil exhaled the word slowly.
“I don’t understand,” Emmie’s face screwed up. Whatever her worst fears had been they hadn’t revolved around Virgil stealing cattle and for a moment she had felt vaguely relieved.
“Remember you shot one in the leg?” Virgil lifted his brows as if this would be the final clue, but Emmie shook her head without understanding. “You shot Levi.”
“But I didn’t… I shot…” Emmie’s thoughts drifted by as she saw the look in Virgil’s eyes. She was looking at two pieces of a puzzle that made no sense. Unless…
“You are telling me—”
“—Yes, that is exactly what I’m telling you. That is why they are so dangerous, why we need to get you out of here.”
Emmie stared at him for another long moment.
“Emeline, please.” Virgil’s voice was so full of conviction and momentum that she felt she had no choice but to move.
“Ok,” She nodded at him before running to get her boots.
“You should get the extra rifle too,” Virgil turned to look out over the land behind him.
“I can’t leave Silas without one, I’ll get the one in the barn,” Emmie instinctively understood that there was no time for more explanations, no time for changing out of her night dress, no time to think twice.
Emmie shimmied out of her window while Virgil gripped her arm, then the two of them made their way down to the dirt and grass below.
As soon as her feet hit the grass she knew something was wrong. When she turned, she saw all three of them before her. She had no weapon, only Virgil and they didn’t stand a chance against three.
Emmie tried to calculate how long it would take her to get to the barn but it was impossibly far.
“You’re becoming rather predictable these days,” Max looked at Virgil.
“You should leave,” Virgil’s voice was strong and Emmie guessed that his voice was showing a strength his mind could not be so sure of.
“I’ll leave when I get what I came here for,” Max walked forward with an arrogance he certainly hadn’t earned from his last fight with Virgil.
A crack came from Emmie’s left. The front door of the house swung open, slamming against the wood behind it. Silas stood in the doorway with a shotgun lifted to his shoulder.
“You should stop right there,” Silas spoke slowly and Emmie watched as Max’s smile grew larger.
“Dad,” Emmie had to warn her father that at any moment a wolf could be attacking him but just as she finished the word Max shifted with a leap into a full-grown wolf. A crack rang out into the night and Emmie began running toward her father.
A shriek came from her other side and she turned her head to see Virgil shift and pounce on Otis. As her head spun back to her father another flash of color moved in front of her and Emmie found herself rolling on the ground, long, sharp teeth snapping at her face.
Emmie put both feet up to the belly of the wolf then pushed with a great effort. It didn’t last long but just long enough for Emmie to see the place where she’d shot him a few days before.
Gathering all her strength Emmie kicked at the back leg of the animal. H
er foot made contact and a yelp of pain went up.
She looked up again to see Virgil jump on Levi as Otis lay in an unmoving heap on the grass.
A loud growl issued from the front porch and Emmie turned to see Max as he took notice of his brother’s lifeless body.
Max turned from Otis to Virgil and lunged at him. Just as Max made contact with Virgil, Levi also turned to make it two against one on Virgil. Emmie stood and ran with all her might at the injured wolf. They tumbled over closer to the front porch where Emmie could vaguely see her father’s body laying broken. She looked up as Levi lunged for her.
She saw the movement as if in slow motion, the seconds drawing out, Levi jumped for her and Virgil turned from Max striking out at Levi with such force that the injured wolf flew through the air and thudded unmoving against the house.
Max jumped again but Virgil was ready for him this time. Within a few seconds, it was over. Emmie ran to her father's body trying without success to find a pulse. Her eyes filled over her only parent, now dead.
Emmie turned toward Virgil who had just changed back into himself. His eyes were full of everything she felt.
“He’s gone,” Emmie looked at Virgil pleading for him to contradict her.
Two heavy tears rolled down her cheeks, then without a moment’s thought, Emmie picked up the discarded gun still on the porch, cocked it, and fired. Virgil swung around to see Max sprawled out on the ground just as he’d been before Emmie had taken her perfect shot.
Chapter Seven
The graveyard in Cool Water Gap was not in the center of town with the church. It was out ways but Emmie had always gone there regularly to visit her mother's gravesite.
Now as she stood over her mother’s grave she looked at her father’s grave too.
“I miss you,” She whispered the words to both her parents who now, after all these years, were together again.
Pushing a tear off her cheek she turned back toward the ranch. Virgil stood with his serious eyes and mouth, his body tense and set, waiting for her, watching over her.
He walked her out past the small makeshift gravestones, some good and some rudimentary. Red was just outside the small enclosure and Emmie swung herself up onto his back in one fluid motion.
The sun was shining down on her skin and she lifted her face up to it, closing her eyes for a moment.
When she opened her eyes again she turned them to Virgil.
"I'll race you home," Before she'd finished saying "race" she'd given Red a signal and begun off toward the ranch. Red was strong beneath her, his hooves thundering along the ground. The wind brushed across Emmie's face and she looked back over her shoulder to see the sleek gray wolf easily keeping pace with her.
She shook her head wishing that for once she and Red stood more of a chance to win. When Emmie pulled up to the ranch first she shook her head at Virgil.
“What?” He raised his hands. “You won. You must be happy with that.”
Emmie pushed her lips together and studied him, “No. You let me win. That’s not the same thing.”
Virgil feigned ignorance of his rigged race and Emmie walked past him into the house to set the table for dinner.
They slept with the windows open as the summer came on and their bodies intertwined as the easy summer breeze flowed over them both.
As the sun began to break, Emmie woke. She walked free and naked to the window, standing in awe at the beauty of something that happens every morning. She leaned her head against the windowsill and breathed in the fresh air of a new day.
Emmie turned to watch the man sleeping soundly in her bed. His body was strong and lithe, his face perfect in the grip of a deep and dreamless sleep.
She felt an overwhelming sense of love flood her senses as she watched him. She walked to the edge of the bed and looked down into his face, wishing she could see his gray eyes once again.
“I love you,” Emmie whispered down to the sleeping man.
She crawled back into bed and pulled herself close to his body.
Emmie’s mouth found Virgil’s and they fit together perfectly.
“Good morning,” Virgil smiled a sleepy smile as his hands slid over Emmie’s warm skin.
“It is a good morning,” Emmie smiled back. She rolled herself on top of him, her thighs fitting around him as if they’d been made for just that purpose.
Emmie bent down but before her lips could touch his, Virgil lifted a finger to them.
“What?” Emmie stopped, her eyes locking with his.
“Just wanted to say,” He whispered close to her face, “that I love you too.” Virgil released his finger and lifted his head, no longer willing to hold himself away.
*****
THE END
Paranormal Shifter Romance
Alpha’s Desire
Description
He swore he’d never do it. She vowed to work alone. But circumstances have changed, and sacrifices must be made.
Sienna Blaine is not your typical lone wolf. Cast out of her pack by 17 vindictive Alphas, she vowed to make her own rules and stay one step ahead of the game – no matter the price. Skilled at discerning fact from fiction, she’s fully capable of keeping potential threats at bay. But for all her strengths, she has a weakness – one that compromises her ability to trust.
Alpha wolf Brody McAllister earned the nickname “Broody Brody” for a reason. His stone-faced, take-no-prisoners attitude separates him from the rest, but when one of his pack members goes missing, his less-than-animated personality is put to the ultimate test. Anger turns to desperation as he struggles to maintain control and unravel the mystery behind the young woman’s disappearance.
Sparks fly as Sienna’s carefree lifestyle threatens to crack Brody’s perfectly polished control, but when the Kodiak den threatens her life, Brody’s wolf is poised to rip throats and take names to keep her safe from harm.
Chances are Brody and Sienna could be fated mates, but is that a chance either is willing to take?
Chapter One
Sienna Blaine watched the massive poker player sitting across from her with a practiced nervous expression on her face. He was a bear shifter, her inner wolf could smell it on him, and was so drunk that he hadn’t realized he was sharing the tournament Finals table with another shifter. She was sure he’d have been more careful with his mutterings and under-the-breath talking he was doing with his cohort in the audience if he knew she was a few feet from him. Supernatural hearing and all that.
The bear, she was almost certain his name was Adrick or Baldric or something like that, was cheating—relying on those same highly tuned supernatural abilities to win his way through the eliminations rounds. Sienna had moved through the rounds as well, unnoticed by him and his compatriots as they whispered information to the shifter about the other players’ cards, tells, and the shady dealers they had in their pocket. With a $150,000 prize up for grabs, the bears were taking no chances. They were also getting sloppier as the rounds progressed, letting their guards down a little bit more.
This was tedious work that bored Sienna to tears and, really, was an insult to her tracker abilities. But it paid the bills—very well. The Windsor Luxury Hotel Group had made Sienna’s last 18 months lucrative and gave her the ability to quit her late-night bartending gig at the dive in her neighborhood. If spying on preternaturals cheating at poker got her away from the ass-squeezing perverts that frequented the holes in the wall she’d worked at, she’d put on her best fake smile and play the part of the air headed bimbo with a lucky streak as generous as her cleavage. And she’d been sure to put that on full display tonight, too.
Cedric (she was 75 percent sure that was his name) took in a deep breath and from the third row in the audience behind their raised table on the stage, she heard a very distinct Eastern European accent whispering to him a few levels below the average human’s hearing ability.
“Two kings to green. Ace high to blue. Guard says Blondie has two pair. Jacks.”
T
he last sentence was almost difficult for Sienna to hear above the crowd’s reaction to Park, the player the bears were calling “Blue” thanks to his blue Dodgers baseball cap, who had just raised the bet. Her mind racing, Sienna was trying to figure out which guard behind her was cluing the cheaters into her cards. Trying to look casual, she stretched and twisted in her chair just enough to catch a glimpse of the three security guards in suits that oversaw the finals table. Her money was on the one with the sunglasses. His heart rate was accelerated and he swayed from side to side, unable to stand still. Idiot. The people who hired her weren’t going to take too kindly to this being an inside job.
Sienna studied Cedric while he considered how to play his turn. Shifters came in all shapes and sizes but, often, an individual fit a mold for their particular species and Cedric certainly fit the bear profile. His frame was a few bricks short of a small house and his shoulders were broad and bulky beneath his suit jacket. It was clearly an expensive suit (bears loved to flaunt their status and tended to tread the line between stylish and gaudy precariously) but he took it too far with his gold aviators that matched his ridiculous gold-capped front teeth.
Sienna stifled a groan. Cedric’s gaze suddenly shifted to her and her wolf growled from within, not liking the bear’s attention at all. Sienna and her wolf lived peacefully together and the two trusted each other. They rarely disagreed and Sienna knew her wolf was a great judge of character.
Sienna forced a flirty smile and looked down at her cards, praying to the gods that she looked demure and shy and whatever the hell else turned bears on. She wouldn’t know-she didn’t date shifters. Ever.
Cedric raised his hands over his head and let out a growl as he stretched, moments before folding his hand. Obviously, his cards had been weaker and he needed to withdraw from this hand, lest he lose all his chips when Roberto, the Brazilian hipster sitting next to her in a bright green Brazilian flag shirt, called for an all-in, which he was probably going to do during this hand. It was how the guy operated and Sienna could tell from his shallow breathing and from the scent of his increased perspiration (eww!) that he was close to raising the stakes. He, obviously, was the one with the best hand. With his two kings against her two jacks, Sienna wasn’t going to beat this guy and on a normal night, she’d fold her hand now, too, knowing what she knew. But she was on the clock and getting her chips wiped out right now was a good thing. She could bow out of the tournament and get in touch with her contact before the night got too late.
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