by Blue Remy
Had I told Nix what Jinn was to try to push him away? Yeah, probably, though I hadn’t given it that particular thought when I told him. Still, I was surprised he was still interested.
Also, he was right about Deer not being monogamous. No way would a relationship between us work. No freaking way.
I mentally ticked off all the things he had going against him — wolf, biker, monogamous.
Fucking a wolf might be the king of all bad ideas, but if he could give me a night of good sex, I’d take it.
He’d warned me his house was more than he needed, but I’d expected maybe three or four bedrooms instead of the one or two bedrooms most bachelors were good with.
This house was a mansion. Combine the structure with the hundreds of acres of property he must’ve had to buy to get two miles of range, and he’d likely spent well over a million on this place. No way did he make that kind of money from the military, and I doubted he made it from the RTMC gun shop classes, either.
So, of course, the first words out of my mouth when we arrived were, “How the hell do you afford this place?”
He grinned. “It’s in the sticks and it was a foreclosure — I paid just under half the fair market value. Duke’s wife got me a helluva deal.” He nodded toward the barn. “Since I don’t intend to have horses, I’ve talked to Duke and Brain about the RTMC buying some cows. The club owns part of a meat processing plant already, and I wouldn’t mind renting the land for the cows, and feeding them and such. The RTMC will have to handle whatever veterinary crap has to be done, but it would be a good use of that part of the land.”
“I’m assuming you’ve been all over it as a wolf?”
His smile lit his face. “I found an entrance to a cave, and lots of wildlife I hadn’t expected. Based on the scent markers, I’m pretty sure I have a nesting pair of eagles either on or near my property. When I find the nest—if it’s on my property—I want to put some video cameras up to keep an eye on them.”
Even at half price he shouldn’t be able to afford this place, but I decided not to argue. I was here for sex, not his financial status. Granted, if he was moonlighting as an assassin for hire I should probably know, but asking again felt rude, so I didn’t.
He’d stopped just outside the garage, and now he pushed a button beneath his bike’s speedometer and the garage door opened. I walked in with him as he pushed the bike, and noted five more motorcycles, an old nondescript pickup truck, and an Audi RS7. Bigger and more expensive than mine. No wonder he’d known so much about my car.
“I test drove the RS7,” I told him, “but preferred the agility of the five. How do you like your seven?”
“Love it, though I don’t drive it often.” He nodded toward his bikes. “I prefer to feel the wind, usually.”
Even when it’s freezing outside, I thought as I made a conscious effort not to let him know how cold I was after the ride.
Again, I wanted to ask what he did to earn so much money, but I reminded myself this was just a night of sex and it didn’t matter.
I followed him to the door into the house and he hesitated before he used the keypad to unlock it. “I haven’t bought any new furniture yet, and my old doesn’t really work with the house. Plus, there are still lots of empty rooms.”
I smirked. “The biker bad-ass cares I’ll think his décor sucks?”
He rolled his eyes and pushed the door open to show off a gorgeous kitchen with miles of marble countertops and a beautiful island.
“Do you cook, or is this kitchen going to be wasted?” I asked.
“I can cook every kind of meat a variety of ways.”
His scent changed and I didn’t have to wonder why he was suddenly so uncomfortable. I turned away from him as I asked, “Do I want to know how much venison is in your freezer?”
He sighed. “Tell me about deer shifters. I don’t remember anyone listing Deer when they talk about those of us not susceptible to silver, but you must not be as sensitive to it as most of us.”
Interesting — I point out he likely has pieces of dead deer in his freezer and he counters by reminding me I could just as easily kill him at the moment. I shook my head as I reminded myself wolves eat deer and I’d already known this when I’d agreed to come home with him. We’re both in human form right now and I needed to act human. I turned back to him to ask, “Is the silver bothering you? I’ve been careful not to touch my gun directly to you, even through our clothes.”
“I can feel it when you touch me, but I’m okay. I smelled it from the beginning, though. Would you’ve really shot me with silver?”
My first bullet is lead with no silver, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to tell him that just yet, so I shrugged and reminded him, “You’re the one who keeps telling me I’m no one’s prey.”
“Can you handle it directly, or do you have to wear gloves to load them?”
“I wear gloves. It seems the most lethal of the supernatural world are the most susceptible to silver, and those of us who aren’t as likely to go mental on the population aren’t as bothered by it. There are exceptions, but…” I shrugged. “I feel a burn when I handle it, and my skin will be red for a few hours, but it isn’t a huge deal. I’ve never been shot or stabbed with it, but I assume it would be bad.”
“Can you get drunk?”
I nodded. “It doesn’t last as long as it does for a human, and it takes a little more to get me there, but yeah. I can handle cold weather better than humans, but not as good as you, which is why I’m paying to shoot in an indoor range while it’s so cold out.”
He stepped to me and stopped inches away, but didn’t touch me. “And the human part of you? What do I need to know about you? Do we need to discuss a safeword?”
I shook my head. “I have one, so I guess you should know if I say venison then you should stop whatever you’re doing, but I’m not interested in doing anything that might require a safeword tonight.” I gave him a mischievous grin. “Do you have a safeword?”
His eyes went hard as he said, “No.”
I’m not sure what I expected him to do next, but I thought we’d talk some more, or perhaps he’d show me around the house.
Instead, he leaned down and kissed me with the energy and intent of a dozen wolves, and my arms went around his neck for support as he bent me back, his tongue invading and exploring my mouth. The first couple of seconds were almost violent, but he quickly dialed it back to lust and desire. His initial energy had my heart beating triple time and my adrenaline spiking, but I didn’t want to run from him — I wanted to climb him.
He stood me up long enough to pull my shirt off and remove my bra, and then his mouth was on mine again, and his hand on my breast. I groaned as he massaged my left breast from the base up, and then tweaked the nipple just right.
He pulled away from the kiss long enough to say, “Not gonna romance you tonight — gonna fuck you ’cause that’s what you need. Tomorrow you may need romancin’. We’ll figure tomorrow out when the sun rises.”
It wasn’t until much later that I realized he was testing me to see if I was good with staying the night, or if he was going to need to take me home when we finished. At some point, I figured out much of what Nix says had a dual purpose, but at that moment all I cared about was his lips, his tongue, his hands… and hopefully his cock.
Nix knew what I wanted and he didn’t make me wait. He walked me backwards into the living room, unfastened my belt and jeans, and turned me around as he pushed my pants and panties down at the same time. I took my bellyband-holster off and put it — weapon and all — on a side table. I’d like to say I let him bend me over the sofa, but I’m pretty sure I bent over it without any coaxing.
He didn’t finger me first, didn’t prepare me in any way for his cock — just shoved his thick length in and started fucking me, and it was exactly what I needed. Nix wasn’t worried about competing with Jinn, he was worried about giving me what I craved in that moment.
And his cock was perfection —
thick and hot and hard as fuck, he only pumped slow a few times, as if getting to know the landscape, and then he fucked me like an animal. I pressed my fists into the sofa cushion but it didn’t let me arch my back enough, so I grabbed one of the pillows and put it under my fists. The sofa moved across the floor as he pounded me deep and hard, but I wanted more and harder and faster — and the second I told him, he gave it to me. I reveled in the sound and feel of flesh against flesh as I braced myself and took what he gave me, and screamed my pleasure to the rooftops.
With my jeans around my knees I couldn’t spread my legs, couldn’t fuck him back. I couldn’t reach back to touch him, and my only option to let him know how I felt was the vocal feedback he was getting through my moans, yelps, and screams. He sensed when I was about to come and he pounded me harder a few seconds before my world exploded in sensation as I screamed, writhed, and shuddered on the back of the sofa while his hips continued their rapid-fire rhythm. One minute my legs were mostly vertical and straight, and the next instant I was falling as the wood of the sofa splintered inside its fabric casing.
Nix’s reflexes kicked in before we hit the floor, and he lifted me so my back was to his chest and walked us to the edge of the room with his cock still inside me. “Hands on the wall.”
My feet didn’t touch the floor as he held my hips and fucked me from behind, and I somehow kept my head from bashing into the sheetrock while my mind was consumed with overwhelming pleasure. Two orgasms later—mine, not his—he threw me over his shoulder and took me upstairs to his bedroom. I landed on my back on the bed and let him get my shoes and pants off, which he did in a handful of seconds and I could finally spread my legs and welcome him in.
Now, I could connect with him, and I luxuriated in his heat as I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and we both groaned low as he sank back into me. His intense gaze drew me until I thought I’d drown in the depths, and when my next orgasm hit I could only open my mouth in a silent scream as my gaze stayed locked with his.
I don’t know how many times I came, I only know he didn’t change our positions every time, as Jinn had. I hated that I was comparing them, but I loved that Nix could rock my world in ways Jinn hadn’t. This wasn’t about technique and finesse. It was raw, animal, beastial, feral.
I stayed on my back, sometimes with my feet planted on the bed so I could fuck him back, and sometimes with my legs wrapped around him as he slid in and out of me. When he finally came, he did so while I was screaming my way through yet another release, and he let me see the intensity of his orgasm — his eyes open, his face an odd mix of tense and relaxed, and his energy wild.
When he at last collapsed beside me and pulled me into his arms, his lips kissed my shoulder as he said, “Forgot the damned condom. Please tell me you’re on the pill. I think you melted my brain.”
His arms moved with me as I gave a weak chuckle, and I marveled again at how safe I felt wrapped in his embrace when I should feel like the deer about to be eaten by the wolf. “Deer can only get pregnant when we’re in rut. I wouldn’t have let you in me without one if I could get pregnant.”
“When does that happen?”
“During the late fall and early winter, so a baby will be born in spring. You’d have had to wear one a few weeks ago.”
“Don’t you get extra horny when you’re in rut? I mean, I don’t know anything about Deer, but physiologically, it would make sense.”
I nodded. “Yeah, and I don’t want to talk about why I was celibate for it. Just let me chill and enjoy the afterglow, please?”
Chapter Seven
Nix
It’d been another gamble but it seemed to have worked. She’d been with one of the most charming beings on the planet—or off, if you want to get technical—and there was no way I could compete with that.
So I didn’t try to charm her — I just gave her what she wanted. It was crude, and raw, and animalistic, but it’d worked and now she was as limp as overcooked spaghetti in my arms, her breathing even and her scent about as relaxed as I was betting she ever got.
I was smart enough to know I’d need to charm her and romance her in order to keep her, but I also knew I needed to focus on all of the things we have in common.
I’d never considered settling down with anyone before. Not seriously, anyway. I enjoyed my life of fucking anything that moved. With plenty of fuckable pussies and asses around for me to use whenever I got the urge — why would I screw that up with a relationship?
Because Tiffany Mason had never walked into my world before. Never mind she’s now Tippy Delfino — this is the woman who’d so fascinated me on television. It’s possible I’ve been in love with her since before I met her, but Tippy in real life is so much better than the Tiffany I saw competing and training.
Plus, I hadn’t known she wasn’t human. The Concilio has rules against supernaturals playing in most human sports, but there are exceptions and it seemed she found one. Her status as Deer didn’t give her any advantages over humans when it came to shooting, and—most importantly for them—there was no risk she’d give herself away as more-than-human by accident while competing.
And now she was relaxed in my arms. It was a light sleep, and I wasn’t sure if she’d go into a deep sleep while in the arms of a wolf, but the fact she was asleep at all gave me hope we might have a chance.
This is the part where I admit I have about twenty pounds of venison in my freezer, and I know nothing about deer shifters. I’ve never come across one in the woods, and I wouldn’t eat one if I did — though until I’d met Tippy, I’d have probably had to fight my wolf about letting one run away without giving chase.
Now? I didn’t think he’d be interested. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to eat the rest of the venison in my freezer.
Tippy seems fragile but she’s strong. I’d gradually deepened the intensity of my thrusts, making sure she could take the kind of damage a shifter usually can, and she’d begged for it harder and faster. I’d fucked her as hard as I would another wolf and she’d gotten off on it. If I hadn’t been in love before, that pretty much sealed it. So fragile and graceful, and yet so damned tough.
Fuck, I was falling head over heels for a woman who’d told me several times this was just a good fuck and she wasn’t interested in more.
When her breathing finally told me she was in a deep sleep, I carefully extricated myself and went to properly lock up and set the alarm. I also put the venison in the fridge into the freezer so she wouldn’t as easily see or smell it the next day, and took stock of what I had that she might want for breakfast. I folded one of my tees on the nightstand on her side of the bed, and gathered her clothes—strewn from the kitchen to the bedroom—and folded them on a chair in the bedroom before settling her bellyband and weapon on top. I placed some bottled water on her nightstand, and then crawled back into bed with her. She snuggled into me and I fell asleep a happy man.
***
Snipers have a reputation of being meticulous egomaniac control freaks, and I can’t say the description is too far off. My vehicles are precision, well-tuned machines. My weapons are the best money can buy. And yes, when I’ve had some time to figure out how I want it, my home will be a showplace. Since we’d destroyed my sofa, I should probably figure out what kind of furniture style I was going with so I could buy something sooner rather than later.
I’m used to girls looking at me like I’m an alien species when they see my highly organized closet and drawers, but when Tippy looked in my linen closet for a towel the next morning she merely asked, “Do all sharpshooters line everything up perfectly?”
“Probably. When you have someone patient enough to learn what it takes to put a bullet somewhere at a distance, odds are they’re going to line their folded towels up so they’re all in the same direction.” Because we’re all apparently fucking OCD, but I didn’t say the last part out loud.
She chuckled as she turned the water on in the shower to get the temperature right. “My guess i
s your closet looks a lot like mine, with socks folded instead of rolled, and organized by color?”
“And short sleeve shirts in one section, arranged by color, while the long sleeved shirts are in a different section,” I agreed.
She opened her mouth to say something else, but then changed her mind and closed it.
“What? Don’t censor yourself around me. If you think it, I want to hear it.”
She shook her head. “It has to do with Jinn’s maids and housekeeper, and I don’t want him in this conversation.”
“I can make us some breakfast while you shower, and then I can take one after we eat. You’re an early riser.” It was quarter till seven — I’d figured we’d sleep in and then have some more sex, but she was up with my t-shirt on and rounding up towels for a shower.
“Were we still going to play with your guns? It’s cold now, but there’s a cold front moving in later today and it’ll be brutal this afternoon.”
Chapter Eight
Tippy
He spent five hours showing me how to shoot like a sniper, and even in the cold it felt like barely an hour had passed. He’d been right about my already having the basics down — timing my breathing with the trigger pull, figuring trajectory based on wind, light refraction, and a zillion other factors. And with the right equipment and a good teacher, by the time we finished I was hitting bullseye just about every time at a half mile.
Of course, this was on a measured range where I didn’t have to figure distance and didn’t have to dial anything in because he did most of the calculations for me. But still, he had two dozen targets for me to hit at that distance, all scattered within about forty yards of each other, and I could move between them and stay pretty accurate.
The cold front had long past hit when we finally went inside, and Nix insisted on building a fire in the living room. He sat in a chair in front of the fire with me in his lap, and we talked about the differences I’d found in what I’d learned today versus the kind of shooting I was used to.