“Help me,” the man begged.
Barker went over, squatted down, and looked at him. “Sure. I’ll help you.” He got out his handcuffs. “Now, when our dog lets you go, you’re going to roll over and put your hands behind your head. If you don’t, I’ll have to let the dog loose again. Got it?”
Barker gave Tori a wink. Smart-ass.
“Tori, call off your dog.”
“Careful, Barker. Don’t get too cocky. He bites,” she shot back. “Let him go, Russ.”
The wolf obeyed, released the man, and trotted over to Tori and sat next to her.
“Now, roll over. Hands behind your head,” Barker ordered.
Their prisoner did as asked, and Barker cuffed him. Then he pulled his radio out of its holster on his utility belt and called it in.
“Should have a cruiser here in fifteen, Boss.”
“Thanks, Barker.” Jake went to his mother and checked her out.
“Do you need an ambulance, Mom?” Barker asked.
“No, honey. I’m fine. Just a scratch.” She smiled at him and then Tori folded her in her arms and hugged her to her chest.
The air vibrated again and Russ stood there.
“Don’t ever call me a dog again, understand?” Russ glared at Barker.
“Hey! Just joking!” Barker held up his hands. “Man can’t take a joke, Boss.”
Jake stepped forward, getting right up in Russ’s personal space. “But he can take down a serial killer, save my mother and my sister, so no more dog jokes, Barker. Or you’ll answer to me.” Jake stuck out his hand for Russ to shake.
Russ looked over at Tori. She smiled and nodded. Russ took Jake’s hand and shook it.
“Okay. But I can still do flea jokes, right?” Barker winked at Tori and her mom.
Barker pulled the man to his feet and began to search him. He offered no resistance, just stared at Russ. For a moment, Tori thought he was going to speak. His mouth moved, opening and closing, but only strangled sounds came out.
“I’ll just take him outside and wait for the cruiser.”
Tori let her mom go and snatched up the camera. “You’re going to need this. I have photos of him burying a woman in the forest in Mississippi. All the evidence you’ll need is in here.” She opened the camera’s digital chip slot and handed Barker the SD card.
“Thanks. And Tori?”
Tori raised an eyebrow.
“Welcome home.” Barker gave Russ the once over and smiled. “I have a feeling you’re going to be around for a while.”
Barker pocketed the chip and led the killer out of the kitchen.
She turned to Russ and walked up to him. When she stood right in front of him, she went up on her toes and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her, growling, as he nuzzled her neck. No one could miss the sound of him inhaling her scent and she laughed.
“Mom? How soon can you throw together a wedding?” she asked.
“Hey, wait a minute,” Russ stammered. “A wedding?”
“You mated with my sister. There better be a fucking wedding involved.” Jake growled and stepped forward.
Russ blushed. “No, it’s just that I thought I’d get the chance to ask first, that’s all.”
Carrie laughed. “Russ, have you met my daughter?”
Tori frowned at her mom. “You’re right. Sorry, Russ. I shouldn’t have assumed anything.”
He grabbed her and spun her around, and then put her down and dropped to his knee. Her belly fluttered as she realized what he was doing. Oh my God, this was it. He took her hand in his.
“I don’t have a ring, baby. That can come later.” He cleared his throat. “Victoria McCallan, will you marry me?”
Tori stared at him. This was it. He’d asked her to marry him. It was crazy. It was nuts. It was the most right thing she’d ever done.
“Yes!” she shouted.
Russ surged up off the floor, captured her in his arms, and took her mouth in a hungry kiss. Once again, desire for this man rose in her and all she wanted was to drag him to her room and let him mate with her.
“Hey, that’s my sister!” Jake bellowed.
Tori broke the kiss and winked at him. “Get used to it, bro.”
Her mom put her chin in her hand and sighed.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” Tori went to her mom and crouched next to her.
“I’m just thinking about this old house.”
“What about it?”
“Finally, after so many quiet years, it’s going to be filled again with families, with children, and with love.”
Tori smiled at her mother and then realization sank it. It must have hit Jake and Russ at the same time.
“What?” Russ asked.
“Oh hell no!” Jake roared. “He is not living here!”
“Who said I was living here?” Russ shot back.
The two alphas glared at each other, chests puffed and hackles raised.
Carrie stood and stepped between them. “Of course you are, Russ. You’ve been looking for a home, for a pack, for three years and now you’ve found it.” She turned to Jake. “And Jake? This is Tori’s mate. You and he are going to figure a way to work this out. You are alpha and the leader of this pack, that’s not changing.” She shot Russ a hard look, making it perfectly clear to him. “But Russ is one of us now, even if his name is Magnus.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Russ nodded.
“Yes, ma’am.” Jake looked contrite. “I figure you’re going to need a job, right?”
Russ looked at Tori and then back at Jake. “It’s generous of you to offer, but I’d like to see what I can find for myself first.”
“Who said I was offering?” Jake grinned and slapped him on the back.
Chapter 15
Tori dragged Russ up the stairs to her apartment. “Do you think we’ll have to talk to the police?”
“Yes. And it won’t surprise me if the FBI shows up to question everyone.”
“The FBI?” She stopped on the landing and leaned against the railing.
“Yes. The guy’s probably killed before and they’re going to want to interrogate him about any other deaths.”
“Right. I guess I should brace myself for it.”
“Yep.” He moved over to her, put his hands on the railing on either side of her and leaned in to nuzzle her neck.
“I think I should brace myself for something else.” Tori sighed as he nipped his way down her throat. How did he know just how to make her knees weak? Maybe he didn’t know, maybe it was just his touch, and anything he’d do to her was just fine and dandy.
She ducked under his arm. “Come on. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” With a laugh, she darted up the stairs to the third floor, with Russ right behind her, taking the steps two at a time.
They fell into the room together, laughing and pulling each other’s clothes off.
“You know, this feels wicked.”
“Taking off our clothes?” he pushed her sweats down and ran his hand over her belly.
“No. Making love in my mother’s house.” She rolled her eyes at him. Honestly, didn’t he feel funny about it?
“Oh. Well, no. The way this house is built, we’re in your space. Your place.” He continued by shimmying off his jeans and yanking off his socks. He gave them a quick smell and tossed them far away. “Damn!”
She laughed at the face he made. “Okay. Shopping trip!” Tori dropped her sweatshirt and stood naked in the middle of the bedroom.
He stopped and stared at her. “Damn, baby. You’re so beautiful.” He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. With his chin resting on her head he said, “I never thought I’d find another mate. I thought I’d wither and die. Never thought I’d be accepted into another pack.” She heard the waver in his voice and she clung tighter to him.
“And I never thought I’d fall for a werewolf.” She sighed. “But I did. And you did. We did.” She laughed. “And now, you’re mine and I’m yours and you’re part of the McCallan
pack, whether Jake likes it or not.”
Russ was quiet. His heart beat under her cheek. “Jake’s cool. He loves you and his mom and I know he loves his mate. And I respect that. I respect that he’s alpha.”
“That’s got to be hard. Being the alpha of your old pack, and all.” She led him to the bed and sat, pulling him down next to her.
“Yeah, well. I’m cool with it.” He lifted her chin and kissed her. “We’ll make it work.”
“Yeah. This is going to work.” She nodded and kissed him back. “Right now, I want us to work.”
“What?”
“Work. I want you to go to work on me.” She licked a line up his throat and he groaned. “I want my wolf.”
He growled at her and she saw the flash of wolf in his dark eyes. God, would she ever think that wasn’t just the sexiest thing ever? Probably not.
Russ pushed her down and crouched over her. “Baby, I got your wolf right here.” He dipped his hips and dragged his stiff cock across her belly.
Tori laughed. Then the laughter turned to a groan as he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. “God that’s good. So good.” The invisible thread between her nipples and her clit pulled a little tighter.
He chuckled as he worried her nub, released it, and licked down to her belly.
With a quick kiss, he moved lower. She couldn’t help but wiggle in anticipation. He pressed her legs apart, spreading her open for his gaze.
Russ sat back on his haunches and grinned. “Now, that’s a sight!” He gave a wolf whistle and Tori blushed. She’d never thought she’d be so pleased to see that hungry look on a man’s face.
And she’d never thought she’d ever see so much masculine beauty as she gazed at Russ. Clothed, he was dead sexy. Naked, he was a fantasy come to life. And he was all hers.
He bent down and kissed the inside of her thighs, working up to her sex. Tori could barely stand the way her clit throbbed and the need to be filled that washed over her.
“Lick me.”
Russ did. He puffed his breath over her nether lips, and then spread them apart with his fingers, just to gaze at them. She arched toward him, her body begging him to tongue her.
When he finally clamped his mouth around her clit, she almost shot off the bed with pleasure. Her body shuddered and she felt the rush of the climb, faster than ever before.
He worked her aching nub, teething it, licking and sucking until she was so close all she could do was make little mewling noises to let him know this was good. Feeling fine. Taking her to the edge and throwing her over to plummet down into satiation.
Russ slipped a finger into her pussy and pressed it against the roof of her channel, rubbing there until her body gave in, exploded, and took her, shaking and sobbing, into release.
She opened her eyes and looked up into his. He’d moved over her so he could kiss her forehead, cheeks and finally her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips. “Good?”
She nodded, unable to speak a word.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked. His cock scraped across her belly, leaving a trail of precum, poking and prodding her to let her know he still needed her.
“Oh yes.” The harshness in her voice sounded odd to her, but his gaze deepened and he licked his lips.
He moved back, taking his cock in his hand and giving it a quick pump or two. Okay, that was fucking hot. Watching him handle himself. Maybe later she’d watch him jerk off, and wasn’t that a weird thought to have? Maybe not so weird, though.
He must have seen something in her eyes. “You like this? Watching me?”
She nodded and felt the burn of a blush on her cheeks.
To turn her on even more, he fondled his balls. “I like to have my balls played with. Tugged on a little.” He showed her how and she watched, an apt student of the art of pleasing Russ Magnus.
“I like it when I do this, too.” He rubbed his thumb over the head of his engorged cock, smearing clear fluid over the fat cap. A cockhead she now wanted inside her. Desperately.
“Russ, please.” Her channel clenched and for a moment she thought she’d come again from just watching her lover. Her mate.
“But what I like, what I prefer, what really turns me on, is this.” He leaned forward, guiding his cock to her entrance. He pressed the head inside her. “This. Slipping in. Pushing my dick inside you. Feeling the heat of your body. The way your pussy tightens around me. Holds me.” He shoved in deeper and she moaned. His words, his cock, the look in his eyes, drove her crazy with need.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
He smiled. “God, I love that hint of quiver in your voice. I love how strong you are, but I really love how you give yourself to me. How you submit to me.”
“Stupid fucking alpha weres.” This time she said it aloud.
His grin grew cocky. “I am. It’s the nature of my beast. But I just want you to know something.” He leaned over and whispered as he stroked her hair, “I love you, Tori. I love your bravery. Your courage. Your fight. I love your artistic side and your love of your family.” He sank deeper until his balls rested against her body and she sighed as her body accommodated him and her heart truly opened to him. “But I really love the way you surrender to me when we make love.”
“My wolf.” Tori buried her hands in his short hair and tugged at it. “Come on. No more talk. More action.” She thrust up and then back, fucking herself on his dick. If he wasn’t going to give her what she needed, she’d take it.
“Baby, I’m all yours.” He kissed her, and then leaned back, pulled her hips up and slammed into her. “Gonna fuck you. Make you come again.”
“Yes!” she cried out. She relaxed into his rhythm, let him take her, let him give her just what she wanted and needed.
He pistoned into her, his balls slapping against her ass, his gaze never leaving hers. Her body began its climb and she marveled at it, knowing he’d drive her over the edge and she’d come again.
Russ groaned, pulled out of her, and flipped her over. “What?” she asked.
“Quiet.” He stroked his hand down her spine to her ass, dipping his finger into her pussy, and then pulling it out. She wiggled, trying to get more of his touch. “Relax, baby.”
He spread her cheeks apart and she couldn’t stop from clenching. It was a reflex, purely automatic. She’d never been touched there by a man and now…yes…Russ slipped his finger all around her tight opening.
“Russ?” she whispered.
“Easy baby. I won’t hurt you. Promise.” He kept circling the wrinkled rose of her ass and her body reacted. Her pussy dripped now, her heightened state carrying her along on a wave of pleasure.
He breached her ass with the tip of his finger. “God!” she hissed.
“Okay?” He paused.
She nodded. He petted her back, ran his hand down over her cheek. Gave it a slap.
Tori flinched, not from pain, it didn’t hurt, but from the suddenness of it. It turned her on. Spanking always had, but she hadn’t allowed many of her previous lovers to do it to her. She had to trust a man first—completely—before she’d let him lay a hand on her.
She trusted Russ.
Tori wiggled her ass.
He spanked her again, and pushed his finger in deeper.
God it was so good, so wickedly good. She wanted more, wanted to feel that slip and slide, the thickness of his finger working her.
“God you’re so tight.” He groaned. “Love this, baby.”
“More,” she gasped out.
He pushed in deeper and she thought she’d come undone. But it was nothing compared to feeling his cock at her pussy’s entrance.
Russ wanted to fuck her and finger her ass. Her eyelids fluttered at the thought and every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation of how good it would feel.
Tori bucked against him and he gave her that slightly annoying knowing chuckle of his. Oh yeah, he knew her, knew what she’d like. How, she still didn’t know and at this point, she didn�
��t care.
He thrust into her, fucking her slow and steady, and all the while his finger would push in as he pulled out, making the fucking continuous. It drove her mad, insane, and turned her on completely.
Then he pressed down, his finger gliding along the wall between her pussy and her channel. It felt incredible. She could feel the slide of his cock, and all the nerves between the two tunnels came alive, the tingling going straight to her clit.
Russ changed the rhythm again, and now, he fucked her, both finger and cock moving with the same motion, doubling her pleasure.
“Russ,” she warbled his name. The pleasure was so intense she thought she’d fly apart if he didn’t stop, thought she’d go insane if he did.
“That’s it, baby. Call my name. Tell me. Let me hear it.”
“Russ.” She panted now, his finger’s insistence pulling her toward that cliff. “Fuck me, Russ. Make me come. I want your finger and your cock to feel it. Feel what you do to me.”
“Yes!” They must have been the right words, because he lost control. His hand held her hip hard, leaving bruises no doubt, but she didn’t care as long as he made her feel this good. His thrusts came short and hard, jabbing, punishing, his finger working her. She heard him spit and felt it land just there, where his finger slid in and out, lubricating his way.
Shocked, but not disgusted. She didn’t want to stop for him to find some lube. Next time, she’d be prepared, have it ready, because, goddamn, they were doing this again.
“Tori. Baby. Gonna come. It’s too much. Watching my cock. My finger. Inside.” He couldn’t string his words together, they came out more like grunts, punctuations to his fucking.
“Not yet,” she cried out. “Close!”
He let go of her hip and reached around to bury his finger between her folds and bully his way to her clit. When his finger found it, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Yesss,” she trilled. That was it. That was just what she needed.
She flew.
Up. Out. And then, in a series of hard, body-shuddering spasms, she came, over and over, each one less than the one before.
Behind her, Russ froze, both finger and cock buried deep inside her, as he rode those sweet spasms. He cried out her name and emptied into her, the hot rush of semen filling her to overflowing, his cum bathing her pussy.
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