Candid Camera

by Susie Charles

  He opened his eyes and with hands that shook, grasped her arms, holding her at arm’s length. “Cris, stop. Please. Don’t. Move.” Even talking was hard as his incisors lengthened, making it hard to enunciate.

  He let go of her and ripped at his T-shirt, tossing the torn scraps on the floor. His cock was so hard it was a painful, unending throb. The need to get inside her beat at his control, but he tried to restrain the animalistic urge to dominate that flooded through him. “I…need…” His eyes pleaded with her. “You,” he whispered. “Bad.”

  He prayed she understood.

  The blue of her eyes darkened, and without taking them off his, she nodded. Tugging at the makeshift knot that was holding her blouse together, she shrugged her shoulders and let it float to the floor. He clenched his fists as her full breasts wobbled with the movement and then settled, the nipples hardening into long, darkened peaks as he watched. With a single tug, and a tremulous smile, her skirt hit the floor and she stepped out of it.

  His eyes ran from her ankles, up her legs, over the softly swelling mound of her abdomen, the full breasts with hardened, rosy nipples, and he caught his breath. Christ, she was beautiful. And dammit, she was his!

  “What do you need?” she asked as she stepped closer, her expression soft, her eyes never leaving his. Her hand reached for his fly, maneuvering the zipper down over the bulge of his swollen erection.

  Releasing his cock from its strangling fabric prison, she stroked its length, closing her fingers around the head and rubbing over the sensitive flange. “Tell me.” She knelt in front of him, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips, the sight causing his dick to jerk in response before she swiped a slow lick over the head, lapping up the small pearl of moisture that eased through the slit.

  “This?” Her mouth opened and closed over the head of his cock, the warmth traveling down the shaft, covering the flesh as her hand withdrew.

  He stroked trembling fingers over her hair before he cradled her head. “Suck. Me,” he ground out, the sound harsher than he intended. She was going to kill him. He wanted to thrust down her throat, fuck into that glorious warmth until he exploded, but he stood rigidly, leg muscles locked in place, buttocks clenched tight as she took him further inside the heated cavern. And stopped.

  Why? he wanted to ask. Then her eyes met his, her mouth—the lips stretched and reddened—full of his dick, and as if she knew what he was thinking, understood his need, she nodded, her eyes full of trust.

  Goddamn!

  Trying to be as gentle as he could, he cupped her head with shaking hands while he fucked her mouth, the tight ring of her lips pulling the skin back as her tongue laved the pulsing vein underneath.

  With every pass of his shaft, a little of the fear that had gripped him bled away. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye and he caressed it away with the pad of his thumb.

  Watching voraciously as each inch of his cock was revealed, wet and glistening from her mouth, he flinched, inhaling sharply as shards of pleasure shot through him when her teeth scraped over the sensitive head.

  Dammit, but he needed more than the suck and pull of her hot lips, the sensuous wrap of her tongue around him.

  “Stop.”

  She looked surprised, but did as he said.

  “D-down,” he tried to say, struggling to get his mouth around the word.

  With a nod, she turned away from him, resting on her hands and knees in front of him. The rounded swell of her ass called to him, the scent of her arousal making him impatient. He kicked off his shoes, making short work of his jeans and boxers, tossing them away.

  Naked, he dropped to his knees behind her, filling his eyes with the expanse of lightly tanned flesh, the sensuous flare of her hips and buttocks, and wanted to roar out his ownership.

  Licking a long line from the crevice at the top of her rump, up over every small bump of her spine to her neck, he finished with a warning nip on her shoulder as she tried to twist around to look at him. Leaning back again, palms spread over her back, he pressed her forward, spreading the cheeks of her ass until the swollen, wet lips of her pussy were visible.

  An insatiable hunger beat at his brain as the waft of her juices hit him. His cock stuck out from his body, ramrod-straight, as he watched the swollen lips part before him, giving him a glimpse of the entry to paradise. Impatient, the beast inside driving him, he tucked the head of his cock inside the parted folds and surged inside her in one long thrust. Buried as deep as he could go, his balls slapping against her clit, he let out a long, shuddering breath and groaned at the heat that swallowed up his shaft. Every inch of her channel was wet, the juices coating his cock allowing him to glide freely. Panting as he fought to retain some small semblance of control, he gripped the curves of her hips and started a slow, steady thrust and withdraw, pushing to the hilt each time, his mind rejoicing as he elicited a small grunt of pleasure from her with each thrust.

  Smells and sensations filled his senses—the musky scent of her arousal drifting up to him, the erotic shiver of her body under his, the silky feel of her skin… Control was fading fast. When the hair on his arms and chest thickened, he increased his pace, hammering inside her.

  Hips still bucking, the tightening sac below his cock slapping against her clit, he moved over her back, placing his hands over hers where they rested on the floor. His tongue flicked out to lick the shell of her ear and he stilled for a moment as a shiver passed over her body and a breathy moan escaped her.

  “Randy?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “I love you. It’s the reason I came back.”

  The words seeped into his tortured brain, making the muscles around his heart clench. “Oh babe…babe…”

  Her breathing accelerated. The sound inflamed him. Made him wild. Sniffing and licking his way down the column of her neck to her shoulder, he laved and sucked on the spot he’d bitten before. A louder groan escaped her and the muscles of her cunt started to flutter and pulse around him.

  “Yes! Yes!” She was panting continuously now like a bitch in heat—his beautiful little bitch—soft breathy pleas for more leaving her lips. She was close—even if he couldn’t feel the silky flood of wetness around his cock and the unmistakable tightening of her pussy, he could smell it. And fuck, he wanted her to come, wanted to feel those ripples of indescribable pleasure along the length of his cock.

  “Please, now!” she pleaded.

  One more swipe of his tongue and he bit the skin and held it. Pure, male satisfaction surged through him when she shuddered and whimpered erotically under him, the walls of her cunt clenching on him in a steady pulsing rhythm as a faintly metallic taste washed over his taste buds, making him growl possessively around his clenched canines.

  All over his body—arms, legs, back—muscles twitched and nerves screamed, heat rushing through him, building, peaking… With a muffled groan against her flesh, he tightened and thrust once more, lodging his cock against the head of her cervix. She cried out, a throaty, guttural release as she continued to spasm around him, the muscles clenching and releasing along his length. All the energy in his body seemed to surge through the head of his cock as he exploded inside her, each pulse delivering his seed deep into her womb. Releasing his hold on her neck, he licked his lips as he closed his eyes, savoring every exquisite jerk of his release and her answering climaxes for long minutes afterward.

  Crissy’s arms collapsed, but he wrapped an arm around her waist as he lowered them both to the floor, keeping her flush against him, unable, unwilling to break the physical connection between them just yet. He rubbed the side of her head with his, a touch of reassurance to his mate, and was relieved when the affectionate caress was returned.

  “Must sleep,” she murmured to him, eyes closed, a sleepy smile on her face. “Worn me out.”

  In spite of the overriding satisfaction and warmth that settled inside his chest, a cold darkness flittered over him, a promise of retribution that went soul deep. Pulling his hips back, allowi
ng his cock to slip free, he gathered her limp body in his arms and stood, closing his eyes for a moment as he relished the feel and weight of her, before heading for the stairs and their bed. Determined that from now on, nothing and no one would take her from him. He’d kill the next bastard who tried.

  * * * * *

  Marcus noticed René leaning against the lamppost on the other side of the road. Excusing himself from his friends, he walked over to join him.

  “René,” he said, holding out his hand in greeting. “It’s been a while, my friend.”

  René grasped his hand in a firm shake and nodded. “She’ll be all right?”

  Marcus looked back at the house and a small grin creased his face. “Yes, her mate will take care of her. But some explanations will be necessary, you realize this, yes?”

  “It’s expected. I have information you need. And as much faith as you have in Crissy’s mate, her protection will require more.”

  Marcus looked at him thoughtfully. “Sounds like you can answer a few questions we’ve had since this thing began. We’ll be interested to hear what you have to say.” Marcus grabbed René’s arm and stopped him as René started to cross the road. “I know how hard this was for you to do, René.”

  René searched his gaze, light blue eyes penetrating vivid blue ones, surprise registering as he saw the knowledge that Marcus was freely offering him. He nodded. “Yes, I believe you do, Marcus. Come, introduce me to your friends. Hopefully they will listen to what I have to say before they try to tear me limb from limb.”

  Marcus chuckled and shook his head in response, before leading the way.

  “Gentlemen, this is René Lamathe, an old friend of mine—and Crissy’s.” He nodded at the men around the circle as he introduced them. “Rod Trudeau, Randy’s father, Randy’s brother Ziggy, and their cousin, Chad.”

  “So,” said Chad, eyes narrowing as he considered the other man, “what’s the deal? Seems like you know something that we don’t.”

  “I do,” said René. “A vamp looking to exact revenge on me is hunting for Crissy. And if he finds her before we find him, I’m quite sure he intends to make her suffer—greatly.”

  “Reason being?” enquired Ziggy.

  “This started a few years ago after I left here. Blane Driscoll is his name. The type of vamp who gives the rest of us a bad name, unfortunately. Messy, a real killer. Painful, ugly deaths. He’s been on my list for a while now. Anyway, his wife became a little warped—spent her nights building a private group of zombie teenagers that she fed from but didn’t turn, and wouldn’t let die. Her own personal blood bank. So I caught her out one night hunting up some new recruits and killed her. He’s never forgiven me and has looked for a means to get back at me ever since. Since I went to great measures to sever and remove all connection with Christina when I left, I’m at a loss as to how he managed to uncover our previous relationship.”

  “Interesting.” Marcus stroked his jawline. “We certainly do have a problem then. Because it would appear that your friend isn’t the only one who’d like to do away with Crissy. A were is on her trail as well. And I doubt very much the two are linked.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Crissy rushed to the phone, trying to answer it before it woke Randy. Twinges in a variety of muscles slowed her progress. A hint of a smile creased her face as she thought about Randy taking her last night. Every time he’d taken her. But it was that first time she’d never forget. So dominating, but the look in his eyes so vulnerable. Needing her so badly. Sure, the wolf inside may have been riding his body, but when she looked into his eyes, she saw only the man. The man who so obviously loved her, even if he hadn’t said as much. But the eyes couldn’t lie. Her heart clenched again just thinking about it.

  “Hello, Crissy Carter,” she said, glancing up to see her mate coming down the stairs pulling a T-shirt over his head. She sighed as the muscles of his chest rippled with the movement. It was such a terrible shame to cover up that bod.

  “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” She shook her head in bemusement. So obsessed with the sight of a semi-naked Randy, she’d completely missed the caller speaking.

  “It’s Rob MacGregor. Forensic Imaging. Is Randy there?”

  “Oh, sure. Just a sec, Rob.” She handed the phone to Randy and he took it, but didn’t speak straightaway, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her before he winked and moved his arm around her shoulder, holding her close while he spoke to Rob.

  It was pathetic, she thought, as she wrapped her arms around his waist, inhaling the scent of him as she leaned against his chest. Just that small touch was enough to leave a silly grin on her face and make her feel warm all over. With a little laugh to herself, she shook her head and pushed away from him, heading to the coffeepot, her original destination before the phone rang, since that was the only thing he seemed to trust her to make.

  He hung up the phone, and as she unhooked a couple of mugs, he came up behind her, cuddling her, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

  “Remember that memory disc you found, honey? The one you took out of your new camera before it was stolen?”

  “Yep. What about it?”

  “Marcus gave me Rob’s name. He does image enhancement. I took the disc to him the day you and Georgie went shopping, to see what he could find.”

  She turned in his arms, excited. “And he found something?”

  “Looks like. I’d really like to head over there now. What about if we get some breakfast after we’ve seen him?”

  “Okay, just let me grab my bag.”

  * * * * *

  Watching Randy talk on his cell phone—calling in the troops, as he put it—Crissy pushed her hardly touched burger away. Her need for food had taken a dive that morning as they went over the digitally enhanced photos with Rob. She took another sip of her coffee and mulled over what they’d discovered. Technology was amazing. The blown-up versions had certainly left nothing to the imagination—the details were graphic, to say the least. Two men, or rather werewolves…or half-and-half from the look of it. Partway through the change, as Randy had informed her. Not that she couldn’t see that. God, that wasn’t all she could see. She shuddered as the image of Gangone and his “friend” flashed through her mind again.

  She was still having trouble believing it, but then, with what had happened to her in the past week, she really shouldn’t be.

  Paul Gangone. The charismatic and short-odds candidate for Governor at the upcoming elections. A werewolf. Good grief. She was starting to feel as if they were everywhere.

  Certainly, she could understand him not wanting the fact to become public knowledge, and she wouldn’t have said a thing if he’d only asked nicely. But then again, that still didn’t excuse the fact that he was doing a furry version of the doggie mambo in the woods with a person who was definitely not his wife. Not even his girlfriend, for that matter. Apparently the wannabe governor had a fondness for sexual partners of his own type—male as well as werewolf.

  Now that was something that would really stir up the voters. How the heck she’d managed to get him in the periphery of the frame and not even notice still had her beat. Although, come to think of it, she mulled, she could have been distracted… From the look of those shots, she could tell it was the night she’d been experimenting using the innards of an old floppy disc as a filter on her Sony with the night-shot mode. And it had worked brilliantly. Too damn brilliantly. Good old Paul and his little friend had come out clear as a bell with a titch of Rob’s tweaking.

  Unfortunately, while she hadn’t been aware of Paul about to be snapped in flagrante delicto à la canine, he’d seen her very well, judging from the full-frontal scowl on his still very recognizable face in one of the shots. She grimaced. She really needed to stop looking at life through a lens and start noticing a bit more of what was going on around her… How on earth could she miss two guys going at it within the range of her lens?

  “Hey, beautiful.” A pair of warm lips nib
bled on her neck, the heat of his breath over the sensitive flesh sending goose bumps over her skin. “You ready to go?” Randy moved to stand beside her, coat slung over his shoulder, a sexy smile on his face.

  “So, is the National Guard going to be camping out on the front lawn?”

  He laughed. “No, not quite. Come on, I’ll fill you in while we head back to your place.”

  They strolled hand in hand to his truck. She smiled as she realized that since the previous night he’d hardly stopped touching her. He opened her door, waited until she was settled, before planting a quick kiss on her lips and walking around the front of the truck to get in.

  God, he was a good-looking man. The blond-streaked hair and the tan, the muscles… Her pussy was already wet for him and she could feel another sigh coming on. He swung up into the driver’s seat and kicked the engine over. She waited patiently for him to start talking, but when she looked over, the happy face was gone, replaced by what she was starting to recognize as his serious face.

  “So?”

  He started the truck and moved off before taking his eyes from the road briefly to glance at her. He took her hand then, settling it on his thigh and covering it with his.

  “Chad’s looking into Gangone’s connections to the New York packs. Our nasty friend Louie, apparently, is in enough demand to pick and choose his ‘jobs’, plus he comes with a pretty high price tag. That’s because he usually delivers.” He squeezed her hand. “It just makes me sick to wonder what might have happened if I hadn’t come in when I did that night. I can still see you, tied to that chair—”

  “Don’t think about it, Randy. You did come in time. And you saved me.”

  “But what about the other night with Gangone’s other four thugs? Hell, if René hadn’t shown up, God only knows what might have happened. I don’t want to cut it that fine again. Just promise me, baby, ‘til this thing is over, you won’t go anywhere without either me or Chad, okay?”