Her Rebel

by Alexa Riley

  “Minnie. I need you to come with me. We are about to start,” Ginger snips at me.

  “I’d like a moment alone with Ryan before we walk down the aisle,” I tell her. She looks like she's about to tell me no. “Please, just a moment,” I push.

  “Fine,” she huffs.

  I pull him off to the side and enter a small room that I’m guessing is used as a dressing room for events. I shut the door behind us, flipping the lock.

  “Sparrow.” I turn at the sound of Owen’s deep growl.

  “I had to take him,” I explain quickly.

  I glance back at Ryan, who looks confused. Before he can get a word in, Owen punches him hard right in the face. Ryan falls, but another man catches him before he can hit the ground.

  “Owen!” I snap.

  “Fucker thought he was marrying you,” Owen grits out between his teeth as he shakes his hand out.

  I roll my eyes. “No, he was trying to get out of the wedding and I panicked that he might mess our plans up, so…” I shrug.

  The man with Owen takes a black canvas bag out of his back pocket and puts it over Ryan’s head.

  Owen pulls me into his body. “You ready, princess?”

  I smile up at him and nod before he takes my mouth in a deep kiss. I melt into him as one of his hands cups my belly protectively.

  This is a way for us to be free so the Regime never comes looking for me. To them, I’ll be dead. I can live without fear of them hunting me down and looking for my child. I can spend my life on our side of the wall. Teaching my classes and giving medical care to those in need for free. I can be with the man I was born to be with. At his side. Him teaching me how to be a little harder while I teach him how to have a softer touch. Together we will lead. We will rip down these walls and everyone will know freedom.

  The guy with Owen throws Ryan over his shoulder with a grunt. Owen takes my hand, linking his fingers with mine.

  With his other hand I see the remote. I reach for it and he gives it to me easily. “Not until I tell you, sparrow.” I nod as we slide out the side door.

  We move through the building and stay hidden as we make our way down into the basement. Once there, Owen slides open a hidden door. His eyes meet mine and then he nods. I lift the remote and nod back.

  This is about more than faking my own death. It’s about showing Owen I accept some of the things he has to do as the leader of the Insurgence. That sometimes the only thing you can do to protect your people and the ones you love is violence. There is a time for peace and there will be that in the future, but right now, I cast my rage to the Elites.

  I press the button, and instantly the building rocks. There’s a loud rumble above us, but the basement doesn’t take on any damage.

  “I’m all yours,” I tell Owen, giving him the remote and then wrapping my arms around him.

  “You were always mine,” he says, and kisses me.

  Epilogue

  Owen

  Eight months later…

  Minnie is moaning again. She’s horny as hell and I love being the reason she’s making those beautiful sounds. Her pregnant belly is so big she can’t see her toes while she’s standing up, but I’ve never seen a sexier woman in my life.

  But right now, even though I’m eating her snatch like it’s the last supper, I can tell she’s distracted.

  “What are you thinking about, my love?” I ask, kissing her pussy and licking my way around her clit.

  She sighs. “I was just thinking about that carrot cake from our wedding.”

  I can’t help the bark of laugh I let out. “I’m doing all this work down here and all you can think about is cake? And for the record, it wasn’t our wedding.”

  She moans louder as I run my tongue through her folds and into her pussy, playing with her G-spot. “I ended up with you, didn’t I?” she says, right before she cries out.

  Her body tightens and her climax rolls through her as I move up her body. I cuddle beside her, spooning her body and slipping my cock in her pussy from behind. I lick my lips and she’s still got that fruity, exotic scent from being pregnant. I can’t get enough of it.

  “I love you, and if you want a wedding, I’ll make sure you have one,” I say, sliding in and out of her tight pussy.

  She moans as my cock swells, and it only take a few pumps before I empty into her. Her big, round belly and the sweet taste of her cunt have me constantly ready to cum. I don’t pull out when I’m finished, because she’s going to want to cum again in the next five minutes, so I’ll wait until she tells me what she wants me to do to please her. She’s demanding, and I love nothing more than giving her what she wants.

  “I don’t need the wedding,” she says, and I kiss her bare shoulder. “I just want the cake.”

  I hum against her as she giggles.

  “I’m just glad that no one died at our fake wedding. I was all for the violence in the moment, but afterward I was relieved.”

  “That makes one of us,” I say, and she playfully slaps my arm.

  I hold her in silence and hum a song to her and the baby as I rub her belly.

  “You were always going to end up with me. I’m just sorry it has to be out here in hiding in the middle of nowhere.”

  She sighs, but it’s content as she settles back into my embrace.

  “I’d hide out with you at the bottom of a garbage pit if it meant we were together.”

  “I don’t want our baby to be born in hiding. I want better for both of you,” I say, feeling the need to give my family all that they want. All they deserve.

  “We’re not alone, Owen. We have our friends and family here to help us. The entire Insurgency is a part of us now. A part of our baby’s life. We’ll all be fine because we’re stronger together.”

  I smile and close my eyes. I couldn’t possibly love her more. “Yes, we will.”

  THE END

  Fairytale Shifter Sereis

  By Alexa Riley

  Welcome to the Fairytale Shifter series… where growly alphas find their mates and heroines have babies galore! This bundle includes all of our shifter books with a BRAND NEW STORY in the back! Revisit your old favorites and discover our newest addition to the family.

  Copyright © 2017 by Author Alexa Riley LLC. All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email to riley_alexa@aol.com

  http://alexariley.com/

  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

  To the hubs: my life, my love, my mate.

  Riding Red

  Alexa Riley

  Fairytale Shifter Book 1

  Riding Red

  Gray Ridge, Colorado is a quiet town, but this Halloween there's a mating moon, and the shifters' need to breed their fated mates runs strong.

  Ruby is the proud owner of Red's Goodie Basket, and as the new girl in town, she's looking for business. But when the local sexy sheriff, Dominic Wolfe, keeps the customers away, she finds it's hard to stay mad when burning with desire.

  Dominic is a shifter, and his wolf wants Ruby. Since the second he laid eyes on her, he's been fighting the need to mark her as his. But when the mating moon is full, he won't be able to control his wolf any longer.

  Tricks and treats are the last things on his mind when the mating heat takes over, and his obsession is put to t

he test.

  Warning: This story is a sexy twist on a classic fairy tale, complete with a red cape, a basket of goodies, and a hungry wolf. It's written to make you smile, turn you on, and help you celebrate Halloween!

  Chapter One

  Ruby

  “We can't serve those!” I look down at the cookies, which are shaped like tiny dicks, and I try to convince myself I’m seeing things. It’s 5:30 in the morning, and I haven’t had any coffee yet, so maybe my brain is still putting things together. I scan the tray again, hoping I’m wrong. Nope. Definitely little cocks.

  “Why not?” Gwen picks up one of the cock-shaped cookies and bites off the head, making me cringe. I don’t have a penis, but I can imagine that would hurt. “They taste delicious. I added a hint of pumpkin spice. Bitches love pumpkin spice.” She nods her head like it’s a fact that bitches love pumpkin spice. She finishes the cookie, moaning appreciatively. It gives a whole new meaning to ‘swallowing’ here at Red’s Goodie Basket.

  “Do bitches like biting the heads off dicks too?”

  Gwen scrunches her nose and looks down at the batch of cookies on the prep table. “They don’t look like dicks. They’re broomsticks.” But even as she defends herself, she tilts her head to study them.

  “Pubic hair.” I point to what was supposed to be the bristles of a broom, then slide my finger across what I’m guessing should have been the actual broomstick. “The cock.”

  She bites her lip, and I can tell she’s trying to find a way to prove me wrong.

  “Gwen. If it’s a freaking broomstick, why is it cumming?” The end of the cookie has white icing shooting out of it and clearly looks like cum.

  “That’s the magic coming out! It’s a witch’s broomstick!” She says it so earnestly that I’m not sure who she's trying to convince here, me or herself.

  “Yeah, something’s coming out of it all right.”

  Suddenly, we both bust out laughing. I should be frustrated, but laughing feels good. It’s something I haven’t done in a while, and I let it out, enjoying the silliness of the situation.

  When we finally stop laughing, a worried look crosses her face. “It’s fine.” I try to reassure her. I only opened the bakery a little over a week ago, and I’m sure she thinks I might fire her. What she doesn’t know is, she’s the only person who applied for the job. For some reason I had a hard time transitioning to this quiet little town in Gray Ridge, Colorado.

  If it wasn’t for the tourists who pass through, I wouldn’t have any business at all. Lucky for me there’s a national park nearby that keeps my little shop busy. I’m just not sure how long it will last once the snow starts hitting the mountains and the line of tourists slows down. I was told some of the roads get shut down around here after the first snow. Maybe by then the people who live here will start to warm to me. Otherwise it’s going to be a tight few months, and I’ll have to pull more from my savings. As the holidays are fast approaching, I’m hopeful everyone will need desserts.

  It’s coming close to the end of October, and I thought some festive Halloween treats would be a good idea. When I mentioned it to Gwen, she jumped all over it, wanting to make them herself. She always seems to want to stay here as much as she can. I had a pile of paperwork to cover last night, so I gave her a shot at the cookies on her own. I went upstairs to my little apartment/office over the bakery and left her to it. This morning I’m seeing the error of my ways.

  When I hired her, I knew she didn’t have any experience, but she seemed eager to learn. Whenever I made stuff, she watched my every move, absorbing all the information she could. I had gone to culinary school and was more than happy to teach her all my tricks. It’s been nice having someone to talk to who shares my interests, but she still has a long way to go when it comes to culinary crafts.

  “Okay, we don’t have to serve these. What else did you make?”

  Gwen makes her way over to the cooler, pulling out more cookies. She walks back over to me, putting down a huge tray of orange pumpkin cookies that read ‘EAT ME’ in giant black lettering.

  “Why ‘eat me’?” I ask, looking at the perfectly made pumpkins. Perfect other than the message, of course.

  “It’s subliminal messaging to the customers.” She nods her head like she’s been working in advertising and knows this is a selling secret. “People will just have to buy the cookies and eat them because the cookie told them to.”

  “Anything else?” I cross my fingers behind my back, praying we might have something we’ll be able to sell today. Now I’m not so sure if I want us to be busy today. I need to whip up some usable cookies and Halloween treats on top of the normal stuff I sell. That would keep me in the back all day with Gwen running the counter by herself.

  “I did some cupcakes too.” She bounces back over to the cooler, her excitement clear. Two seconds later she comes strolling out carrying a tray of cupcakes all iced in green, black, white, and orange. The only problem is there seem to be more cocks sticking out of the top of them.

  “What is this?” I point to what clearly looks like a dick on top of a cupcake. Not that I’ve ever had experience with a real one, but I do have a Tumblr account.

  “Those are fingers. Don’t they look creepy-cool?” I can tell she’s excited about this. I even fear she stayed extra late last night making them. Her face has a giant smile pasted across it, and I can’t seem to bring myself to pop her bubble.

  “They’re great, Gwen.” I grab one of the trays, going to load it into one of the cases up front. I plot where I can put them, thinking maybe I can hide them behind a giant stack of Rice Krispie treats and some cakes or something. I could put them on the bottom row, but kids would be at eye level with them then. I guess I’ll have to put them on the top, and I cringe inwardly.

  This is not going to win me any favors with the locals who already avoid me. They don’t seem too happy that I’ve taken over the town bakery. It’s the only reason I have as to why so many turn and walk the other way when they see me. I haven’t been in this town long enough to make anyone mad. You’d think I came and stole the bakery or something the way everyone acts. I saw it for sale online and made an offer, and if they didn’t like new people, maybe they shouldn’t have put an online listing for the world to see!

  The site even showed you the paperwork of how successful the previous owner had been and explained that the only reason it was for sale was because the owner passed away, and the remaining family couldn’t run it. But business wasn’t quite so booming now that I was running the place.

  When I saw this place I knew it would be perfect for me; a fresh start somewhere new, and I could leave the sad memories behind. After my grandma passed, I was all alone. She raised me after my parents died in a car accident when I was five years old. After high school I’d gone to college, got a degree in business, but couldn’t seem to settle into anything. The only time I ever felt happy was when I went home to my grandma’s and when I was in her kitchen baking. That’s when I knew I had to make baking my life if I wanted to be happy.

  My grandma pushed me into culinary school, and sadly it wasn’t long after I graduated that I lost her. After I closed her estate, I knew I wanted to open my own bakery, and I searched for the prime place. When I stumbled across this little town with this perfect little bakery, something about it drew me in. When I stepped inside the first time, I knew this was the place; I felt like I fit. It was almost as if the bakery was waiting for me, like my fate was here.

  Pushing through the door from the kitchen to the front, I set the tray on the counter and start making coffee while I set up the display cases. Maybe I’m being too hard on myself; I haven’t been here that long.

  Gwen follows behind me, and I see her go to the trays in the window of the store and start placing treats on display there too. Shit.

  Maybe when we open I can send her on an errand and throw all of them out while she’s gone. I could tell her they sold like crazy, but then she just might want to make more. Double shit.

  Finishing our morning set up, I walk over to the window display and move things around a little. Once everything is set, I flip the sign over from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’ and unlock the door. I head back behind the counter and watch as people pass by the bakery, making their way to their own shops to open. A few people I don’t recognize come in for a coffee, eyeing the Halloween cookies. I went ahead and put the ‘broomsticks’ out too. Might as well if I’m doing the other ones. If they don’t sell, I can always take them to the nursing home down the road like I always do with my extras. Maybe they wouldn’t notice they looked like little cocks.

  “I think I’ll run down to the hardware store later and get some Halloween decorations. Add some festivity to the place. I know some of the kids will be trick or treating up and down the street Saturday for Halloween. Maybe some of them will drag their parents in or something if it looks festive.” I try to sound excited, but Gwen just snorts, making her blonde hair bounce. You’d think I’d be making a killing with her working the front counter considering how hot she is. She eats more of the merchandise than I do, but I’m not sure where her lean body puts it. Mine all goes to my hips and ass.

  “Gwen, you were born and raised here, right?” I ask, already knowing the answer. I’ve heard her talk about her brother. She lives with him, and she constantly complains that he doesn’t let her do anything. I actually think her applying for this job was an act of rebellion. After seeing all the Halloween dirty treats she made, I’m starting to think she’s sexually repressed. Not that I can point fingers. I’m a twenty-four-year old virgin, and Gwen’s only three years younger than me. But I wasn’t the one making cock treats.

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