Fighting the Lies

by Anna Edwards

  The air crackled with electricity. She looked up. Selene, Jessica, and Scott appeared on the other side of her cage.

  “What are you doing here?” She jumped to her feet and placed her hands on the bars. “Ciaran was not impressed last time. He threatened to put a magical blackout here if he found you here again.”

  “Don’t worry about that freak. Selene and I will deal with him.” Jessica smirked before she and Selene vanished. Selene popped back.

  “Almost forgot.” She slapped her forehead. “Too eager to create mischief.” Scott disappeared this time and re-materialised in the cage with her. “And this will not do. It stinks in here.” The multi-shifter licked her lips then pointed her index finger up into the air. The ugly fluorescent light disappeared and was replaced by hundreds of tiny candles imbedded into the walls. They were scented, and the exquisite essence of orange blossom filled the air. “That bed is awful as well.” A small explosion, more of a pop really, flashed, and the bed was replaced with an opulent French styled divan. The sheets were luxurious fabrics.

  “Selene.”

  “Enjoy.” The mischievous grin that her friend gave her before she disappeared left Emma with little doubt as to what the multi-shifter expected to happen next.

  “Scott.” Emma held her hands out in disbelief.

  “You should know by now that I don’t like the word ‘no’, and I very rarely listen to it.”

  “This is dangerous.”

  “Not with what Jessica and Selene have planned.” Scott stepped forward and brought her into his arms. She struggled at first, but she fitted so well against him, and the comfort he gave her was what she needed to escape her fears. “I’m going to ask you a question. I want an honest answer. I will know if you are lying, because I’ve known since the second time I met you that when you lie you get this crinkle under your left eye. It’s the only time you get it.”

  She opened her mouth to protest, but he put his finger over it.

  “When we’re out hunting you’re in charge. Here and now, I’m in charge. No arguing. Just answering. And hopefully, enjoying.” He grinned. It was a smile she knew well. Her heart beat faster, and damn it, was she seriously getting wet between her thighs? No, Emma, stop this. Think don’t lie―think don’t lie.

  “The last time I was here, I told you that since the day I first met you I’ve loved you.”

  She went to speak again. He frowned, so she thought better of it.

  “You said I shouldn’t love you because of what your mother told you but you didn’t tell me your actual feelings. Do you have feelings for me?”

  It was the question she feared. The one that she wanted nothing more than to scream from the top of her lungs that he was her mate, but she couldn’t. She just couldn’t allow herself to be tied to a man. She would suffer like her mother did. She opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, Scott slammed his lips against hers. He wasn’t gentle; it was pure passion flooding from his body into hers. Her legs wobbled, and he tightened his hold on her. She could barely breathe, thinking, ‘what was that?’. His tongue licked around the edges of her lips then demanded entry into her mouth. She granted it with a flourish that saw their tongues tangle in a feverous dance of passionate supremacy. She needed him. He pulled back all of a sudden and left her panting for more.

  “Do you have feelings for me?” He asked again.

  “I can’t.” Her fears poured cold water on her libido. She looked away.

  Scott wasn’t going to give up that easily. He took her chin and adjusted her sight so that she had no choice but to look into his earnest mahogany pools.

  “I love you. You are my mate. I will not hurt you.”

  “You will sleep with others.” What she had seen as a child flowed from her mouth without her brain engaging on the words.

  “Emma. The second my dick goes inside your perfect pussy; it will be lost forever. It will be yours and ONLY yours.”

  “You say that you have loved me since the first day, but yet you’ve slept with other women.”

  “And dreamed of you the entire time. Have you never noticed that all the women looked like you? And to be honest, you think I’ve slept with more people than I have. I’ve been drunk and incapable most times. I just get them off with my hand and fall asleep.” He groaned. “I want you, only you.” She flinched away, at the thought of him with other women. It had all been games between them. She’d only dated some of the manky people she had to make him jealous. She saw it now.

  “You are only saying this because of where I am.”

  “You could be on the fucking moon, and I’d still want you. Now answer my question.” She could no longer escape her feelings. It was time to be honest.

  “I’ve known from the second I pounced on you that you were my future mate.”

  Scott’s lips met hers again. This time, they didn’t part. He backed her up against the bed.

  “I have to have you now. Selene and Jessica will keep Ciaran away as long as they can, but I can’t make this as special as you deserve.” He looked remorseful.

  “Fuck me!”

  “I thought we agreed in the bedroom I’m in charge.”

  “Fuck me, please?”

  “Better.”

  Her top was removed from her svelte muscular body in a fluid motion that left her skin heightened with sexual tension. Her bra fell to the floor, and Scott licked his lips.

  “Man, you’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted your nipples in my mouth.” He clamped down on her small but perfectly formed breasts. That was part of the problem of needing to be as strong as the men; she exercised to the point where she was all muscle.

  Scott’s other hand stroked a teasing path around the areola. Her held fell back to allow her to enjoy the pleasurable sensations cascading around her body.

  “Remove your jeans and lay on the bed. Part those legs so I can inspect what, from this day forth, is mine.” Damn she almost came from his words. Scott was a lazy bugger. He was a male lion. It was in his genetic makeup, but here, damn, in the bedroom, he was a domineering god. She wanted to shout back at him and tell him to remove her damn jeans for her if he wanted in her pants. That would be what she would normally do out of the bedroom or dungeon with a bed, but she couldn’t. Her whole body was screaming at her to obey him. It was telling her to rip her jeans off. They may be her favourite pair, but they could be replaced. Her pussy needed Scott’s eyes on it and appraising it. It needed his cock deep inside it. His cock. She flicked her eyes to the massive bulge in his trousers. He was massive. She’d seen him naked enough times to know that. Suddenly, her sex clench with worry at the thought. Scott laughed.

  “It won’t break you.” He’d had enough and tore her jeans down her thighs. Her small panties were ripped from her body, and she was laid flat out on the bed. The cotton sheets wrapping her in their sensual blanket. Her whole body was alive and ready. Scott removed his clothes and threw them on the floor.

  “Don’t expect me to clean them up for you.” She giggled. It was a response she couldn’t help.

  “Babe, when you are out of here, neither of us will have any need for clothes again. I plan on keeping you naked, and in my bed, at all hours of the days. I’ve known you for two years. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

  “Deal.” She was feeling less embarrassed, now, about what she was doing. It was the right thing, so she opened her legs and revealed her sex to him. “I thought we were fucking.” She looked down to his now revealed manhood. “Holy shit it’s…”

  “Ribbed for the lady’s pleasure. It goes like that when it’s hard. It’s a genetic thing.” He suddenly looked really worried. “Do you not like it?”

  “I love it. I’ll love it even more when it’s in me.” She winked.

  “Why do I have the feeling that I’m not really controlling this make out session?” He rolled his eyes and came down over her. His ribbed cock stroked through her folds covering itself in her juices. He placed the thick head at the tip
of her opening and looked up into her eyes. It had been a while since she’d had sex, and this was going to be a tight fit. As if reading her mind again, Scott reassured her.

  “I’ll take it slow, at first.” He pushed the tip in. She instantly felt full. With tender care, he pushed the rest in and allowed her a moment to adjust to his size. Not only was he ribbed, but Scott was also thick in girth and long in length. Her essence had coated him as he entered so when he pulled back it was effortlessly. Her inner muscles clenched again him, mourning the loss of the invasion. Then all of a sudden it was back. She let out a feral moan. It filled the air and replaced the whines of the wild animals on the other side of the door.

  Their lips met again, and they danced for a few minutes as Scott found his pace. He travelled again to her breasts. He was obviously a boob man.

  “Definitely, when you are alone with me, you keep these available for my touch whenever I want them. I remember the first time you shifted. I’m so glad you put your arms over your chest, or I would have sucked them with Miss Molly and Brayden watching.” He used his front teeth and bit down on the nipple. She let out a squeal of pleasure.

  “You could have tried.” She laughed in response. The fire within her body was building. She was ashamed to say she had never climaxed through sex alone. Her clit needed a lot of stimulation, and the g-spot was a myth to the handful of men she’d been with. She would need to touch herself to come. Her left hand remained on Scott’s shoulder, her long claws unwrapping to anchor herself, but her right trailed down her body to stroke herself. Scott stopped her, when she was agonisingly close, and pinned the hand above her head.

  “What are you doing?” He questioned.

  “I need extra to come.” She flushed bright red.

  “Not with me you don’t.” He adjusted his position, and fuck, he hit her tender spot. He thrust again, and out of nowhere, she exploded around his cock. Waves and waves of mind-numbing pleasure overwhelmed her body. She was flying; she was sinking…no, she was flying again. Fuck, she didn’t know if she was even on planet Earth anymore. She felt the tender human flesh of Scott’s shoulder give way under the tight grip of her claws.

  “Scott. Oh, god.” She screamed.

  “Yes, babe, but don’t tell anyone. People get a complex when they know what I’m capable of.”

  He thrust inside her one final time and the ribbing on his cock undulated as he released deep within her. The movement set her off again, and she came with such ferocity she nearly blacked out for a second. He collapsed down next to her, and taking care to keep his softening cock inside, he moved her to his side.

  “Are you alright?”

  “Hmmm.” It was all she could get out.

  “My job here is done.”

  She patted his chest in a playful manner. Her hand had shifted back to human, but her fingertips were covered in blood.

  “Shit, I hurt you.”

  “It’s ok. It added to the pleasure, my little feral lover. We can explore rough a bit more when we get home.”

  Home. The world hit her like a tonne of bricks. She tried to pull away, but Scott’s hold was too strong.

  “Let me go, please.” He still refused and if anything held her tighter.

  “Emma, don’t panic. It’ll be ok. We’ll get you out of here.”

  “You don’t know that. You can’t.” Her heart was beating rapidly not just from the animalistic sex but also from the trepidation inside her. If she didn’t get out, she couldn’t be with Scott. She was going to die; her brother had told her that if she was found guilty. This was wrong.

  “Scott, I need you to leave.”

  “I would agree with the Miss Bryant. Mr Frazier, you shouldn’t be here.” They both sat up and looked at the cage door. Ciaran stood there. Emma cocked her head.

  “Is your hair green?” She asked.

  “And is that a big zit on your forehead?” Scott added.

  “Get out!” The druid yelled.

  Selene and Jessica appeared in the cage both in fits of giggles.

  “I should have known.” Ciaran snarled. “Well, laugh all you can, because your actions have just put your friend in bigger trouble.” The smirk that crossed his face had Emma shivering; Selene and Jessica quieted. “I suggest you get dressed and return to your Alpha, because in the morning, he’ll need to be here to defend his little lioness. Her trial will start at eight a.m.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  "That is a complete fabrication." Scott watched as Kas slammed his hand on the table. Emma stood in the dock, head bowed low. Gone was the flush of their sexual encounter, replaced with the ashen colour of dread. After returning to the mansion last night, they reviewed all the evidence again to try to find any holes in it, but there was nothing. Instead, they all sat in the Court at the Reichstag today, trying to fight for Emma’s life.

  “Her prints are all over the sword. What more proof do you need?” Phillip was acting as the prosecution, while Kas was the defence.

  “The prints were not placed there by Emma. On the day that her father died, she and Brayden Dillon were on an assignment for me. They were up in the mountains, over Glacial Park, tracking a known feral who had trespassed onto our land. That shifter now resides in the dungeons below. You will have documentation to prove this.” Kas stepped up towards the jury with his argument. The panel before him was made up in a similar way to a normal human jury; well except, they were shifters from all over the world. The eclectic mix swamped Scott’s senses when he first walked in. There were carnivores: a lion, a cheetah, a brown bear, some strange smelling fox cross weasel thing, and then, the primates: a gorilla, a couple of gibbons–man do they look like lanky humans–the winged animals made up the rest, with an owl as the head juror and a golden eagle as his sidekick. They were a motley crew and held Emma’s life in their hands. Kas placed his hands on the carved oak bench that protected the jury from the rest of the public. His imposing presence had the gibbons before him shuffle back a bit. “Fingerprints on a sword can be faked in so many different ways. Especially if you have magic to hand.”

  “What are you suggesting.” Phillip thumped the desk this time. “Objection!”

  “Sustained. Mr Lincoln, you have no proof to suggest that magic was used.” The judge, a middle aged jaguar, ruled.

  “And you have no proof to suggest that it wasn’t.” Kas argued back. “I want this trial adjourned, until we can rule this out.”

  Phillip smirked. It was a twist of his lip that sent bile shooting into the back of Scott’s throat. Something was happening; his heart sunk when Ciaran stepped forward.

  “I’m the magical advisor for the counsel, Ciaran Dunaid.”

  “I’m aware of who you are, Mr Dunaid. Everyone here is.” The judge rolled his eyes.

  “Apologies, Milord. I have studied the sword in great detail, and I can confirm that there is no magic upon it. The fingerprints can only have been made by a person holding the sword.”

  “He’s lying,” Kas interjected. “Mr Bryant and Mr Dunaid are associates via my brother Nuka Lincoln. This evidence cannot be included. I demand it struck off the record and the sword re-examined at once.”

  The judge pursed his lips in thought. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table. Scott sat forward on his chair, his breath held in anticipation. If Kas could delay the trial, they would have more time to clear Emma’s name.

  “Bring me Ethern Lennox.” Scott exhaled. Ethern, who had been watching the trial, came down to the bar.

  “Milord.” He presented a respectful bow.

  “I want you to examine the sword, here and now. This trial is to be concluded today.” The judge instructed.

  “It may take me a while to do the investigation properly.” Ethern had cottoned on to Kas’ delaying tactic and would do all that he could to help.

  “You have fifteen minutes.” The judge banged his hammer on the desk and stood up. “I will return then. Nobody is to leave this room. You?” He pointed to a guard. “Ensure th
at happens.” The guard sprung to his feet and blocked the door. Emma, who had been standing the entire time, slumped down on the chair behind her. She looked up at him.

  “I love you.” He pushed into her head. “It will be alright.”

  She wiped away a small tear, which fell.

  “I know. And I’m going to hold you to that prolonged naked time, when it does.”

  They both looked towards Ethern where he was running his hands over the sword. Brayden, who was sitting next to him in the stands, dug his elbow into his ribs.

  “Stay out of her head. That guy over there will be listening for any conversations of that sort. It is what he is here for.” The snow leopard offered the piece of advice. “If they can’t trust Emma to obey the rules, they will magically bind her.