by Lauren Wood
I could feel her walls all around me, clenching me tightly and already starting to milk the steady stream of pre-cum out of me. Isabell’s moans matched my groans, getting louder as I slowly started to pull my hips back and thrust right back into her. The motion only got faster, my body staying close to hers as we rocked the cushions, the TV providing white noise under our cries of pleasure.
The sensations washing over me were like nothing I’d ever felt before. Each one she gave me worked wonders on my body. I could feel everything at that moment. It was close to overwhelming me the instant I started going faster, getting the entirety of my cock inside her with every other thrust. I bit down on the side of her neck, raising myself up to go even harder, making Isabell writhe and squirm under me until I started feeling myself building to the climax.
“Ah…! Ah…! Isabell…!”
“Ross! Rooosss! Yes!”
I gave her one last thrust before we both shouted out at the height of the climax. Her juices gushed past my torrent of hot seed, shooting out to meet her and fill her completely. Before I pulled out of her, our combined fluids were leaking past my shaft and onto the couch.
Exhausted, yet satisfied, I laid atop her, panting heavily as we reveled in the afterglow. “Hey Ross,” Isabell started to say in between pants.
“Yes?”
“I think my bro was wrong about you… You’re not such a bad guy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Thanks.”
A few weeks passed and I didn’t hadn’t gotten any word from the outside. Jack would come by to check on Isabell and inform me that he hadn’t dug anything up then go back home for what I presume was more scheming. There wasn’t a day that went by that Isabell or me weren’t pawing at each other—sometimes right after Jack had left. “I just feel so naughty!” she told me on more than one occasion.
On that occasion, of course, I’d reply with, “I know you do, but sometimes naughty feels just so damned good. Because of all of our spontaneous outbursts, we ended up talking more than ever before. I started to learn more about how the internet worked, so I allowed her to go online again, which was much to her pleasure. It’d be impossible to name all of the times I’d come home only to see her giving a guy a show in the living room. By that point, of course, I’d join her if only to show the guy she was talking to who was really in control of things around here.
The first time I had alone in the longest time was when Jack came by to go with Isabell to do something with their mother. I didn’t look into it any further because I didn’t need Jack getting any more suspicious than he already was. Isabell asked if I wanted to go with them, but I figured it was something for the family to enjoy, so I declined. Jack didn’t seem too broken up about it, but I could tell Isabell really wanted me to go along.
A minute after she left with Jack, I remembered that I hadn’t checked the mail on that day. Living in an apartment, I had to go into the main office to get my mail. On the walk there, I couldn’t shake the creeping feeling that I was being watched, but shrugged it off. My wolf always felt things around me, but they weren’t always dangerous. A few years of getting caught chasing shopping carts disproved that my senses were always right.
I stepped into the main office, waved to the attendant, and pulled the mail key out of my pocket. After fiddling with the lock, I opened my box up and started to sift through the envelopes. One in particular caught my eye. Upon closer inspection, the envelope’s color was mint green and was formatted like a bill. Normally, I’d see the corporation’s name written somewhere on the front, but there didn’t seem to be one on this one—anywhere.
My curiosity offsetting my caution, I opened the letter with a claw. “What’s this…?” I asked myself as I scanned the document. The entire thing looked as though it’d been typed up on a typewriter, and the only thing that resembled a handwritten font was the signature at the bottom. I raised an eyebrow at several of the lines, but the most disturbing part of the letter was the disclosure that they knew about Isabella.
Holy shit. My mind raced. How could they know? Jesus Christ. How the fuck? I acted on impulse and slammed my mailbox’s door shut. I nearly tore the lock off since I had to fiddle with my key a little to get it out. Shit. Shit! I stuffed the envelopes into my pockets, feeling my wolf growling and starling inside of me. I didn’t know whether or not to tell Jack, but what I did know was that Isabell was in danger. The one job I had was to protect her and if I could do that, then, I knew I’d be able to have another shot at happiness with her.
I whisked myself away back into the apartment. As soon as I was inside, I slammed the door shut behind me and threw the envelopes down onto the kitchen table. With a sigh, I put the normal bills together in a pile to the right, but pulled he distinct, mint envelope closer to me. As if I feared the paper itself was poisonous, I pulled it out and looked it over gingerly. It was obvious to me that the person who sent me the letter, regardless of the fact I didn’t know them, knew me very well.
Line after line they presented me with various facts. Where I lived, who I lived with, even when and where I ate every day. It was strange to me, at first, to think that someone would go to such lengths to learn about me solely to get at Isabell. I threw my hand behind my head, scratching my scalp as I searched for answers. “There’s got to be something that I’m missing here…” I said to myself as I looked through the lines again.
I started at the signature for what felt like hours, but nothing came to mind. I thought back to everyone I’d been in the army with or people I just happened to know. Would it be him? Nah, too pretty to be his…
Left with little choices, I knew I could call Jack, but that could make things worse for the both of us. I decided to grab my phone, but instead of dialing his number, I dialed another friend’s. It rang a few times, but once I got the answering machine, I cleared my throat. “Hey, Mike? I need a favor…”
“So… It was you, huh?” I asked the house standing before me.
The tiny home was almost entirely in shambles, but light pink outlined every wooden panel and inch of it. I sneered at the color. Someone who wants to threaten two veterans lives in a place like this? I bet this is his mom’s house and he lives in the basement. I took one step onto the creaky old wood, making it cry out. Damn, this thing could break any second, I thought as I made my way up the steps and to the door.
I knocked twice and waited for a while. Using my enhanced hearing, I put my ear to the door to listen for footsteps on the other side. There didn’t seem to be anyone approaching, so I knocked again, but just once this time. My knocks made someone on the other side get up, as I heard through the thin, wooden door. “Hello…?” I asked as the person approaching stopped just short of reaching the door.
Slowly, the door started to open, revealing the dim light in side. I tried to see more of what was behind the person answering, but I couldn’t see past her impressive bosom blocking the way. It was apparent, at that point, that my eyes were wholly focused on her chest, so I cleared my throat to excuse myself. My gesture seemed to amuse the large, woman with snowy complexion enough to make her giggle. “Looks like someone hasn’t changed a bit…”
I tilted my head to the side asking, “Excuse me?” Oddly, she grinned a little, but didn’t respond. “Do we know each other…?” The woman nodded once. “From where…?”
She sighed heavily, her posture dipping for a moment. “You don’t remember? Well, then again, I suppose it was a pretty long time, but…” The woman pinned up her long, flowing hair with her fist for a moment, giving me enough time to fixate on her face.
Wait… No, it can’t be! “R-Rose…?” The woman nodded a few times.
“Yeah, it’s me. Surprised?”
I took a step back, swallowing dry air. Words couldn’t form in my mouth anymore—she shocked me to the core. “Y-you’re…”
“Alive?” she asked with a toothy grin. “Don’t worry, I was surprised to be alive as well. You see, after your little raid ev
eryone died except me.”
“What…?” I tried to make sense of the situation in my head, but everything kept coming up blank. “I mean we…so…you know. They couldn’t get you where we were.”
Rose nodded slowly. “That’s right. And when I say ‘everyone’ I mean everyone. Even my brother. Trevor.”
I sighed deeply, remembering the night a little more clearly. I could see Rose in the moonlight, lost in bliss as my brothers slaughtered the unlucky bloodsuckers at the base. A part of me always held fondness for Rose despite her alliance, but the conflicting feelings made my fist curl up into a tightly wound ball.
“I… I’m sorry, Rose…” I looked away from her, feeling unworthy to look into her blue eyes.
“You don’t have to be. You’re not the one who drove a stake through his heart.” Rose crossed her arms, leaning on the doorframe.
“Drove a… Wait… Jack never did that.” Thinking back to the vampire hunts, Jack was the one who led the attack, but he never got his hands dirty. The one most notorious on our team for killing the vampires was… Jesse.
“What are you talking about?”
My mind racing and heart pounding I hastily asked, “Rose, who did you ask killed your brother?”
“I…I can’t really remember what his name was…” She looked off to the side, lost in thought as she tried to remember.
I took a deep breath and then asked, “Was his name Jesse, by chance?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed excitedly as she jumped in the air. “That was his name! Jesse. Why do you ask?”
“I… I don’t know how to tell you this Rose, but Jack wasn’t the one to kill your brother…”
“What are you talking about, Ross?” she asked with a confused look on her face.
“Jack never actually killed any of the vampires. The guy you probably want is Jesse. He’s the one who went crazy with the stakes…not Jack.”
The two of us were silent for a little while. Rose was lost in thought and I didn’t know what to say to help. “So,” I started to say, “Are you going to be all right…?”
Rose nodded a few times before saying, “Thank you, Ross.”
Before I could say anything else, she started closing the door. Just as it shut I managed to squeeze in, “I hope everything turns out all right.”
Rose paused for a moment to add, “You know, we could always go for coffee or something if you’d like…”
I shrugged, but smiled. Seeing Rose in the doorway helped me remember why I was here in the first place. The woman that’d been enchanting my life ever since she walked through the door. As much as I liked Rose, there was no denying that I’d moved on. “Nah, I’m all right. But thanks for the offer anyway. Take care, Rose.”
“You too,” she said as the door finally shut, locking as I went down the steps.
I let out a sigh of relief once my apartment came into view. A car in the lot beside it was a familiar face: Isabell. Damn, you’ve got great timing, huh? I wondered as she stepped out of the car. I couldn’t help rushing over to her and wrapping my arms around her. Jack growled at me, but I smiled widely at him.
He took a few steps out of the car and walked over to me only for me to hug him as well. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he growled.
I smiled and said, “Things are fixed now.”
“What?”
“I found out who was sending the threats and, long story short, they’re not going to be an issue anymore.”
“Wow, really?” asked Isabell excitedly.
“Yeah. You can go home!”
Jack smiled, but it faded as Isabell turned to me and said, “Actually, I wouldn’t mind staying with you…”
“Really?”
Isabell glanced over at Jack, and then pressed her lips to mine, making him claw at his clothes while I closed my eyes to deepen the kiss.
THE END
SOLD BY ALIEN MATES
Chapter 1
“I don’t like this and they may seem innocent and willing to talk, but something about them rubs me the wrong way. I guess, I have reservations about an alien race that decides to come here with the flag of peace. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t make every effort to find a way to work with them. All I’m saying is that we should be cautious and have our eyes and ears open in case this isn’t exactly what we think it is.” Commander James Tanner had been in this man’s armed forces for 20 some years. He had the prerequisite buzz cut of his blond hair and a body that was made from discipline.
“I think that you’re being closed minded, but I’ll be sure to take everything that you say under advisement. They are offering us a way to heal the sick. Diseases that have plagued earth for a long time doesn’t have to be that way. Their doctors have been very adamant that they can eradicate cancer with one inoculation. I understand your skepticism, but I think that you’re getting your idea about alien invasion from movies and television. This meeting is primarily to make some concessions and find a way to make this beneficial to all of us.” President Jan Adams was the very first woman president in the election of 2016. She certainly didn’t know that her administration would be given the biggest test of their lives.
She had her dirty blond hair tied back into a ponytail and wearing a customary pantsuit that had pinstripes to give her that flattering slim look. In the last couple of months, she had begun to show a pattern that was almost like a rite of passage. Streaks of gray hair gave her that maturity, but she knew that the stress was weighing heavily on her shoulders. The world was waiting for her to make the first move. Dignitaries from around the globe had come here specifically to sit at the table of those that made those decisions for the rest of the population.
Jan was only 30 years old, but her platform for peace and prosperity gave the people hope that their children would inherit something worth getting their hands on. Her desire for going green and becoming self sufficient showed the people that she was not from the old school.
James Tanner looked at madam president and felt a sort of pride that things had progressed in this way. He was worried that her bleeding heart would get in the way of seeing what was right in front of her. It was primarily the reason why he had taken the position to advise her. To her credit, she was willing to listen to a man’s point of view and not get stuck on the fact that men were primarily animals they wanted to lash out in self defense. He saw that there was two ways of thinking and one was negotiation and the other was battle. There was no happy medium. It was one or the other.
“I want you to be there for the meeting this afternoon, James. You will sit by my side and you will watch for anything out of the ordinary. The one thing that we can’t have is any surprises. Beef up security and make sure that there’s no way that anybody can interfere. The guests of honor have already arrived from the other countries. They’re anxiously awaiting a preliminary meeting with myself and the cabinet. Go home and get some rest. You’ve been working diligently all this time to make sure that I’m not deluding myself. You have shown yourself to be a man of honor and character and I don’t think that I could ask of anything more of you.” She sat there in the oval office, contemplating what the alien race known as the Nexus could have up their sleeve. Was this a way to finally eliminate starvation and poverty, along with diseases that had no cure?
“Madame President, it has been my honor to serve you and I hope that you don’t take my pessimistic attitude to heart. It’s my job to think outside the box and I will be damned if they catch me with my pants down. You may think that I’m paranoid, but it’s not paranoia when somebody is really out to get you. Remember to take everything that the country’s leaders have to say with a grain of salt. It’s not going to be easy to get them on the same page. A lot of them want to fight and to strike when they least expect it. I understand the sentiment, but I also understand that research has already shown that we are outgunned and outmanned.” He turned on his heels in a military fashion and walked out the door knowing that the days ahead were not going t
o be easy.
He walked down to the elevator and gave the customary salute to the secret service and those guards that would lay down their lives to protect the president of this great country. He hoped that some of these pubescent boys that had never seen real combat would never have to. He had the scars on his bodies to make everybody very aware of his experience. He sometimes woke up in the middle of the night feeling like the war from any third world country had followed him back. His screams of terror and nightmarish sleepwalking had destroyed the one thing that he held dear.
He remembered the look on his wife and his son’s face. It made him sick to think that he had the right to put them through that. They tried to make it work, but in the end he knew that the best thing for his family was that he wasn’t in it. They fought him tooth and nail, but eventually the writing was on the wall.
“Excuse me, James tanner, but I need to speak to you in private.” He had his hand on the door to his blood red wrangler jeep. He had already felt the presence of somebody nearby, but he wasn’t about to act, unless absolutely necessary. “I don’t want to be an alarmist, but what you believe to be true is false. Your country is in grave danger and I’ve come here to warn you, before it’s too late.” He casually moved his hand back towards his gun. “I’m the only one that gives a damn and you and I might be the only ones that can save the planet from a fate worse than death.”
Reina Sierra was a woman on a mission. She had thought about nothing else and against her best friends better judgment, she had decided to reach out to somebody that might be able to help. She had watched with apt interest the one man that seemed to look at things from every angle. “I see this man and I feel that we might be able to work together. He certainly looks bigger in person and the muscles that are threatening to rip through his uniform is making it hard not to take matters into my own hands. I’ve noticed from the very moment that I came to this planet that I have been almost powerless against the leering gazes of the men. I think that James Tanner might be the worst of them all. My legs are literally shaking and I have no idea if what I’m saying is really getting through to him.”