“Wyatt, please touch me, lick me, do anything to me to relieve this ache. God, I can’t take it. I need you. I need your cock. Please, fuck me!”
Wyatt came away from her breast and looked her straight in the eye.
“All you had to do was ask.”
Then he kissed her with more need and ferocity than Peyton had ever felt before. He positioned his lower body between her legs, and the feel of his flaming hard cock against her thigh was nearly her undoing. Bracing his arm beside her head, he used the other to touch and torture her breast and nipple, never once stopping the mind-blowing kiss. When he moved that hand lower, Peyton waited with bated breath. She knew in a few quick seconds, she was going to get what she really needed, Wyatt hard and hot inside her, merging them as one.
His finger glanced over her clit, and Peyton could feel the flutters of her orgasm starting. When he placed the head of his enormous cock at her entrance, Peyton knew the next sensation she would feel would be the slight sting of his penetration. When he started to push, her anticipation grew tenfold. She heard ringing in her ears, and it seemed to only get louder, more insistent.
What the hell, Peyton thought as she regained cognizance. She sat on the kitchen floor, drenched in sweat. Her body was strung tight and craving release, but looking around, it took her a couple of minutes to figure out what was going on. God dammit. That sound, the one which probably killed one of the best sex dreams of her life, was the perimeter alarm. Shit.
Jumping up from the floor, she knocked over the glass she’d been drinking before her little sleep session. Peyton ran to her computer, hoping it was only a wild animal. She thought she’d covered her tracks well enough to stay under Judy’s radar, but the fear was still there. Damn, the fear would always be there. If her mother went to these lengths to find her, she wouldn’t need any more proof, she would have to call Bastian.
Relieved and more than a little frustrated, Peyton considered laying her head down so she could continue with her dream. She needed to get rid of some of this tension. It was starting to get to the good stuff, but what she saw blew her mind. In shocking disbelief, Peyton watched the screen as a big ass bear came wandering into her view. She didn’t even know what kind of bear it was. It was larger than the black bears who roamed around her home. He was more brown with a silvery tint. She couldn’t really remember much about grizzlies, but that was what he had to be, nothing else really fit.
There was plenty of wildlife on her land, she just didn’t think this was grizzly territory. Peyton thought they lived further west, like in Montana or something. Maybe it was someone’s pet that got away. Then again, she was at least an hour away from her nearest neighbor.
The big guy was pretty though. He had a massive head, a large hump on his back, and long sharp claws on his huge paws. Those puppies were one of the reasons she was staying right where she was, safely in her bunker, watching on the monitor.
He had to weigh at least twelve hundred pounds if not more. On all four paws he still stood about four and a half feet off the ground and was probably about ten to twelve feet long. She watched him for a while to see what he would do, after all, it wasn’t every day you got to see a grizzly bear. It was fascinating and cut through the monotony of her day.
Peyton started to get a little concerned when the bear began to avoid the traps she’d set up on the property. She didn’t want him to get hurt, but she also didn’t know what else to do except watch. It was odd, almost like the animal knew exactly where everything was and avoided it. She knew animals were smart, but even Zeus had triggered some of the traps the first time she brought him out here. This guy wasn’t even getting close.
Watching a while longer, Peyton was further surprised when the bear found the hidden entrance to the bunker. She was beyond puzzled, but still not really concerned. Maybe he smelled her or something, she really didn’t know. What she knew about bears, wild or captive, could fit inside a thimble.
Adjusting her camera, so she could get a better look at the bear, Peyton noticed a flash of color which seemed out of place. Focusing in on his neck, she saw a bag, or pouch of some kind fastened there. Maybe it was his collar. Her initial thoughts of him being a pet would explain the collar thing. She’d heard of weirder things. Shit, anything was possible, right?
When the big bear stood up on its hind legs, like you see in movies when they’re threatened, Peyton held her breath. She was afraid to move, in case it sensed her or something. It was stupid, but she couldn’t help herself. The bear stood there, right outside the door which was protecting her from the outside world.
Her confusion and anxiety heightened, knowing something was about to happen. She knew she was safe, it was only a wild animal. There was absolutely no way it could break the reinforced door down or enter the code into the security panel sitting right next to its big paw to gain entrance. Peyton waited, stock still, hardly breathing, staring at the screen so hard, her eyes were beginning to water. Then something did happen. She just didn’t know what the hell it was. Her screen blurred or glimmered, and instead of an angry bear, Thor stood at her door.
What the hell? Peyton rubbed her eyes, thinking maybe because of how tired she was, she was seeing things. Looking at the screen again, she wanted to be shocked, but Thor was still standing there. Well, her version of Thor anyway, the one which seemed to be plucked right out of her head. His hair was more brown than blond and much shorter than the movie version of Thor. His hair was shaggy on top and cut in closer on the sides. Dream Thor had just enough hair for her to grab and hold onto.
Peyton flipped the fuck out. No way was this happening. She rewound her feed from the surveillance cameras and even tried different cameras with the same result. Peyton watched with her mouth hanging open as the bear's body broke and transformed, leaving a man behind. Leaving her made-up, dream man behind. No fucking way. She had to have been hacked. Someone was playing with her, and she was infuriated. She started pouring through her system, looking for who was playing this trick on her. When she found them, they were going to learn to never mess with her again. This was the first time she’d ever been hacked, and she didn’t appreciate it one bit.
She found nothing, all her systems were secured with no evidence of intrusion or even the slightest indication anyone had tried. No one was that good, there were always signs if you looked hard enough. Peyton had trained herself to look thoroughly, and there was nothing there to find. She kept looking at the man who was now messing with her security panel on the screen. She hoped he wasn’t skilled enough to get into her safe house. He might look like her dream man, but Peyton was terrified he could be the devil in disguise
What Peyton needed to do was get up off her ass and find a weapon of some kind, in case he succeeded, but she didn’t want to stop looking at him. Her two needs didn’t help her in any way. She watched as he pulled out a tablet and punched in some information. Then the bastard turned to her camera and winked. He winked right at her like he knew she was watching. And then she heard it, the sharp click of the door lock disengaging.
That sound was enough to force her into action. Slamming her chair back hard enough to hit the wall, ultimately slamming her head against the concrete wall, she had to take a couple of seconds to regain her bearings. Shaking off the slight hurt, she stood up, but stayed there like a deer caught in headlights. She really didn’t know what to do. Peyton had never planned for this scenario. She decided her best bet was to lock up her computer room and hide. Once that task was complete, she looked around the small room for a place to hide.
There was a tiny closet, more like cubbyhole if she could fit in, she would be out of sight. Looking at the hole and then looking down at her body she thought, yeah, I can totally fit. Then she took a closer look at her ample boobs and turned her head to her rather well-endowed butt. Damn, she would have to make due. She might be on the small size as far as height was concerned, but that was about the only thing small about her. Right about now, she was regretting her
intense love of anything deep-fried.
Cramming her body into the small space, Peyton thought this was possibly the stupidest thing she could’ve ever done. She had an entire bunker where she could hide and been a hell of a lot more comfortable. Why she chose this spot eluded her. Her body was so squished, she was finding it hard to breathe. It also didn’t help that her adrenaline was spiked because of the mystery man, and her head was pounding in time with her pulse. She was doing everything she could to calm herself and remain focused. Deep breathing didn’t help. Counting in her head was only adding to her anxiety because it represented how much time had passed. Was he in her bunker? If he was, what was he doing? She tried to focus on any unusual sounds or changes in the air, but didn’t detect anything. What the hell was he doing?
Her muscles felt tight and were cramping because of how long they had been contorted into this weird position. Her head felt light and fuzzy due to the lack of fresh air or from when she banged her head on the wall right before she compressed herself into this little hideaway. Peyton was a bit claustrophobic and avoided situations like this. It wasn’t the typical type people often heard of. She could handle confined spaces. What got her was the lack of fresh air. If the air became warm and stagnant, Peyton’s anxiety levels rose.
Then thoughts of what she’d witnessed earlier entered her brain, only heightening her anxiety. Shit, she’d either been punked hard, or that man was some kind of Were-thing, like as in werewolves, only of the bear variety. Was that even possible? She’d seen the whole thing with her own eyes, but she still didn’t believe it. She watched as the bear stood and changed from furry brute to all man. His arms, legs, and body transformed before her eyes, stretching and contracting in a gruesome, but fascinating way. Animal to a human in a few blinks of her eyes. What the ever-loving hell was going on?
Chapter 11
Breaking into what he soon learned was a bunker was surprisingly easy. A few strokes on his tablet and Wyatt was in. The door disengaged, and his prey was finally on the verge of being caught. He had expected more out of his girl and was disappointed the system she’d installed was rather rudimentary, at least from his point of view. One of his first conversations with Peyton was going to be how she needed to take better care with her safety. If she didn’t listen, well, he had ways of making sure they both got what they needed from that conversation. Spanking her ass slightly pink had tremendous appeal.
Bracing himself for an attack, he cautiously entered the surprisingly well-lit stairwell. Stretching out his senses, he was able to determine no one was in his immediate vicinity. However, that warm sugar and vanilla scent was even stronger than he’d ever smelled before, proving he was on the right track. Shutting the door served him in two ways. First, when he finally got his hands-on Peyton, she wouldn’t be able to get away. Second, it prevented any unwelcome visitors to this little party.
After quite some time of wandering the expansive building, Wyatt thought maybe he’d gotten it wrong. No one confronted him, and he couldn’t find anyone either. Checking a couple of empty rooms, he continued on his way. When they yielded no results, only more questions were raised. He wanted to know why Peyton felt she needed a place like this. Did she think she was in danger and if so, why wouldn’t she have told Bas? If it was a matter of pride, Wyatt knew Bas had made the offer to Peyton to come and work with Alpha Team. If she was scared and really didn’t want to say anything, why wouldn’t she take him up on it? Bas often called her reclusive and shy, but that wasn’t the impression he’d gotten from her. This bunker was extreme. Shit, maybe she was preparing for the zombie apocalypse. He really didn’t know the woman at all, and that bugged the hell out of him.
This bunker was huge and it had taken a massive amount of time to systematically clear each and every room he came upon. When he finally made it to a common area, he still hadn’t encountered his prey. If it weren't for her fresh scent, he would have given up the chase. There were so many possible hiding places within this building. Wyatt continued to rely on his instincts to guide him.
Peyton wasn’t in the common room, but had been there recently. Walking around, he determined she had to be behind the door on the left side. Testing the knob, he discovered that it was locked. He wanted to praise her for that at least. Wyatt debated knocking and announcing his presence or surprising the little sprite. He finally decided surprise would probably work best for him because he was pretty sure she wouldn’t open up the door and welcome him with open arms, not after what he let her see outside the main entrance. He knew she must be freaking out right about now after having witnessed his shift on the monitors, not to mention the whole act of breaking in.
Once the lock disengaged, he entered the room. This was Peyton’s place, her domain. There were computers and monitors on every surface of the small room. An office chair was left leaning against the wall like she’d bolted from it, slamming it into the wall and stop. That was a good sign, it meant he was on the right track.
But where the hell was she? The room was small, maybe ten by twelve, but the massive amount of equipment, shelving, and desktop made it feel even tinier. Looking around, he saw nothing, but then he picked up a slight grumble or maybe it was a snoring sound. No fucking way would she be sleeping with an unknown on her property. She couldn’t be that dense, could she?
Wyatt waited and watched. The noise had come from a small cabinet and within a few minutes, he noticed a foot and couldn’t resist. Walking over slowly and as quietly as possible, Wyatt grabbed said foot and yanked. The result was one Peyton Carlton sprawled out of the floor in a very unladylike fashion, right in front of his eyes.
After shaking himself out of a few fantasies of what he could do to her if she was in that the position completely naked, he finally noticed the coppery smell which permeated the air. Shit, she was hurt, and he was the one who caused it. He should have been more careful, she was human and fucking small. He wanted to chastise himself for being so rough. The excitement of the chase overwhelmed him, and he acted without thinking it through. That couldn’t happen again. Going to his knees, Wyatt started checking her out. He ignored how good she felt under his hands and focused on the task at hand.
That was until he noticed Peyton’s big brown eyes staring right at him. At first, he was gobsmacked; Peyton was even more appealing in person. She was simply beautiful. What he didn’t like though, was the uncertainty and fear that showed on her face and wafted from her being. He didn’t like the idea of Peyton being afraid of him in any way.
Peyton didn’t know what to do. She was pretty sure she’d momentarily passed out in her hidey-hole. She had been hyperventilating so that was a distinct possibility. Then she was rudely pulled out by her foot. Fuck, she really sucked at this hide and seek stuff. He was supposed to think the place was deserted and leave. And to add to her terror, her Thor, not the movie or cartoon version, was sitting right by her side, touching her. Rubbing those heavy hands all over her body. Not knowing what to do, she let him.
That was until he looked at her face. He seemed a little stunned at first, but then he started talking. It took Peyton a couple of seconds to even comprehend what he was trying to say. This man, her Thor, turned into a bear and was either attempting to care for her or feel her up, she wasn’t quite sure.
“I’m so sorry, honey, I should have been more careful. Please, tell me where you’re hurt.” Wyatt apologized and pleaded, but the woman just stared. Maybe she was in shock or something, which bothered him even more. His bear was scratching at him trying to get Wyatt to fix whatever he’d done to cause Peyton pain, but he wasn’t getting anywhere, she just stared at him like he was insane. Then she lifted her left hand and separated her four fingers creating a V, holding it up in front of his face.
“Ah, Peyton? Did you just give me the Vulcan live long and prosper sign?”
Peyton couldn’t form a word if she wanted to. She wasn’t scared, per se, but she was taken aback. All she could think of was, well duh. She thought about
using the peace sign or waving, but they didn’t seem to fit in with the situation. Maybe she should’ve grunted or growled or something. Then again, that could mean something in his Were-language she didn’t really want to say.
Peyton couldn’t believe any of this was happening. She must have hit her head harder than she thought. Or, damn, maybe none of this had actually happened at all. Maybe she was sleeping and this was all a dream. She hadn’t been taking the best care of herself lately. The past month she’d spent trying to figure out what her mother was up to and getting Cathy up to speed with her business had drained her more than she would like to think. It was a very real possibility the man kneeling by her side was a figment of her imagination. That would definitely explain a lot.
Shit, her dream Thor asked her a question. What the hell was it? Thinking for a couple of seconds and shaking the fuzziness out of her head, Peyton found she still couldn’t answer him verbally, so she nodded her head. Maybe he wasn’t an alien or something otherworldly if he got Star Wars references. She wanted to believe this was all a dream. Shit, she needed to get it together and fast.
Wyatt laughed, Peyton was cute. He had no idea why because she wasn’t actually talking, instead giving him hand and head signals. He found her dumbfounded and confused look to be really endearing, but he had more pressing matters to attend to, specifically, finding out where she was bleeding.
Finally coming to her senses, Peyton decided she needed to test her theory. First, she pinched herself, and to her dismay, she most certainly felt that, so maybe she wasn’t sleeping. Or at least that’s what everyone said, right? If you pinched yourself and you felt it, then you were awake. But she wondered if her dream self pinched herself, wouldn’t she feel it on some level? There had been more, right? Because she knew for a fact her dreams often resulted in orgasms which caused her to shake herself awake. Then again, they did, in fact, wake her up. Maybe if she let her mind wander a bit, she could get to that happy place only her dream Thor seemed to make possible. Deciding that was probably a little inappropriate, she resolved herself that she probably had a head injury.
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