Forbidden Love (Stone Pack Book 1)

by Harper Phoenix

  ‘Hey,’ I tell him. ‘Hands off.’ I push him away. It's childish, and I know it, but she was in his bedroom, and now he’s here putting his hands on her? Fuck no.

  ‘Jesus, man, calm the fuck down. It’s me, man?’

  I don’t realise I’m growling and baring my teeth until Devon steps between us. I feel instant calm when she touches her hand to my cheek. I look down into her big browns, and everything else slips away for a second. All there is is her and me. Her lips are moving, and I’m trying to let it seep into my brain, but it seems the only thing working is my dick. He’s very alert and wants in.

  ‘Jared! Let him go!’ What? I look at her properly now, and the haze falls away. I’ve got Brad by the scruff of his neck and Devon has pushed her way in between us. She has her hands on my face, and I’m an inch away from kissing the shit out of her, but she’s right, I have Brad in a stronghold. Jesus Christ. I shake my head, letting him go, he straightens out his t-shirt and flicks me the bird.

  ‘You need to get a handle on that shit, Jared.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’ I shake my head again. ‘I wasn’t thinking straight.’

  ‘Oh, well clearly! Fuck me. I thought you were gonna rip my fucking head off.’

  ‘He’s a bonded male, idiot,’ Harrison walks back toward us. ‘You don’t fuck with a bonded male’s female.’

  ‘I wasn’t!’ Brad shouts back.

  ‘I know that,’ I tell him. ‘I don’t know what that was.’

  ‘I fucking do. It was your dick brain and not your actual brain thinking!’

  ‘Brad, I didn’t want to fuck you,’ I tell him with a smile on my face, slapping him on the back as we get to the back door. Harrison has taken Kristen from me and was securing her in the lockup downstairs. Lucky for us we had four lockups, and this was only the second time we’d had more than one occupied at the same time. Brad was prattling on about how anyone would want to fuck his black ass when there was a blood-curdling scream followed by a shit tonne of crashing about coming from upstairs. We all fly up there pretty damn quick, getting to Brad’s door we open it to find Maiya wielding her drip trolley at Zoe. How she’s even standing with all the injuries she’s sustained is beyond me. Clearly, this little waif of a human is stronger than she looks. Her arms and legs are all wrapped up, and her face is still a mess, but she looks a little better than when I left earlier. All good signs. Zoe steps forward and tries to calm her down, but it only seems to make her worse. She’s fucking hysterical, screaming all kinds of shit, most of which is incoherent babbling, but one thing is clear, and she says it over and over.

  ‘Your fault, you freak…’

  Devon’s whole body sags and even from behind I can tell her face is screwed up and she’s holding back tears. Maiya crumples to the floor mid hissy fit, and she’s out cold. Brad and Zoe lift her to the bed again and secure her drip. All my attention is on Devon. She’s trying to hold it together, but I can see through that. I pull her into my arms and hold her against my chest.

  ‘She’ll be okay, baby,’ I try to reassure her. ‘She’s pumped full of drugs right now and doesn’t know her arse from her elbow, but she will be okay.’

  I feel her nod against my chest, and I decide now is a good time to take our leave. ‘Come on, let’s go.’ I don’t take her to the bedroom as I’d first planned on doing when we got in the house. Instead, I feed her. Imogen has cleaned up in the kitchen and as always has prepared a shit tonne of food in the fridge. I take out a ham hock, some butter and bread, and I make us sandwiches. Devon sits, watching me prepare from the table.

  ‘You just gonna stare at my ass all day?’ I ask trying to lighten the mood.

  ‘Well, it’s a very fine ass.’ She giggles.

  ‘Glad you think so.’ I wink at her and carry on with slicing the ham. I take the plates and sit beside her at the table. The room is normally packed full, but everyone has a job to do at the moment, so it’s quiet for the time being. ‘Are you okay?’ I ask knowing the answer already. She isn’t okay—that much is obvious, but she’s trying to put on a brave face.

  ‘I guess I just wanted so much for her to wake up. I didn’t think about what would happen when she did. I just expected her to be Maiya.’

  I slide my arms around her waist and pull her into sit between my legs on the bench.

  ‘I can’t imagine what they did to her, Jared, and it’s all my fault.’ And there it is. I fucking knew it. I close my eyes and shake my head.

  ‘Devon, none of this is your fault. You didn’t make them do what they did. You didn’t ask them to come for you, and you sure as fuck didn’t ask them to take her. This is all on those sick motherfuckers. I want you to get that shit out of your head right now, okay?’ She smiles a small smile that speaks fucking volumes. She’s not going to get over this guilt anytime soon, but she’ll accept what I’ve said just to please me. Fuck’s sake.

  I can’t sleep. Knowing that the kitsunes that held me, and left Maiya for dead are in the same house is bad enough. But hearing what Maiya said to me is on a loop in my head, killing me inside. I never expected her to blame me. In my mind, some ill-placed fantasy, I saw her waking up with relief on her face that she was with us, safe—that I was there for her. But the reality was much different. All your fault, you freak. Each time it gets louder and louder in my head until I can’t stand it any longer.

  I get up from the bed. Jared must be exhausted because he doesn’t even stir at my movement, or when I got dressed and opened the door. I want to go to Brad’s room, to check on Maiya but I knew that isn’t a good idea. For Maiya or Brad, after the way Jared acted toward him. I smile a little, thinking about the caveman act he pulled. At the time it wasn’t funny at all—it was scary. But looking back on it, I can’t help but let the smile spread across my face. I’m thinking about that as I opened the cellar door. I’ve never been down here before, and I didn’t know why I was here, other than an urge, an itch I needed to scratch. I found myself face to face with a man, recognition flaring in my brain as a memory came flashing through like a movie playing in front of my eyes. He’d been one of the guys to beat me, strip my clothes from my body and piss all over me, like I was a piece of shit. He’d also tried to stick his dick in my mouth while I was unconscious, but when I came to, I fought him, and he obviously wanted to keep his dick attached to his body because he didn’t try that again.

  At that moment I don’t feel fear. As I look upon him, strung up in a strange and painful looking way, I don’t feel pity or any kind of sympathy for him. The only feeling I have is pure hatred. I want to cause him pain and torture him like he’d done to Maiya. The feelings surging through me at that moment have my wolf standing up to attention. I feel her at the forefront begging for some action—begging to be let loose. I search for the other side—the mostly dormant kitsune. How does she feel? Does she want to act on these hateful feelings? Against her own kind? She seems so indifferent. I expected some feeling of kinship, like I feel with the wolf pack, but I feel nothing from her like she doesn’t give a crap if I torture a kitsune or anyone for that matter. In the next cell, I can’t make out the man’s face, but I know his scent. He’s also strung up from the ceiling in a very creative way—there is no room for manoeuvre, and definitely none for the change they would have to undergo if they wanted to escape the ropes. It was beautiful really, very cleverly tied and looped. The knots were not just for binding, but to cause pain. Knotted at pressure points, making sure the slightest movement caused maximum pain. This one had his eyes open, well, in so much as there was a small amount of iris showing through the very swollen lids. He tries to say something but even the mere action of opening his mouth causes him severe pain. I chuckle as he shrieks against the pain. The more he screams, the more I smile. I’m elated. If I could open this cell and walk in, I would poke him, just to hear him howl some more. I drink it in like a soothing medicine. I look for a long stick, a pole, anything that would reach far enough. Then I hear a whimper, and I look to the right, Kriste
n. She’s tied but not so tightly nor is she strung from the ceiling, but there is no room for a change in the way her legs and arms are bound. I feel a small amount of anger at the fact she isn’t suffering the same wrath. I want that. I stare at her for a minute, wishing her pain. A slow death. If only she could feel what I am wishing right now while I watch. I feel Jared enter the room, and I search his eyes to gauge how he is feeling about me being here, his head tilts to one side, questioning, unsure? I smile reassuringly. And his whole demeanour changes. He comes to me and pulls me to him.

  ‘I woke up, and you were gone,’ he says sleepily.

  ‘I needed to see this,’ I tell him honestly. His head tilts to the side again.

  ‘Why isn’t she strung up like them?’ I ask, and I almost want to bite my tongue off because I sound annoyed. I am annoyed.

  ‘I didn’t request that any of them be tied in a specific way. It’s probably Harrison subconsciously not treating a female so badly?’

  I purse my lips and frown. ‘She doesn’t deserve his sympathy.’

  ‘No, she doesn’t deserve anyone’s,’ he tells me matter of factly. ‘Come on let’s go back to bed. I can think of a better way to spend the night, if we have to be awake, than staring at these dead fuckers.’

  Jared

  If I’m honest, I’m looking forward to spending a bit of time down in the cells today. But, I’m currently lying in bed after an amazing session followed by an amazing sleep. I’m wondering how the fuck I’m going to explain to Devon what I have to do today. I think she knows what has to happen, but I'm not sure if she agrees with it, or if she’ll like the fact that I like to take care of pack business. I’m thinking about how I should explain it when she stretches out next to me, and all the blood rushes to my dick, making him rise immediately. I don’t know what the fuck happens to your brain when your dick gets hard, but when I’m near Devon like this, my brain doesn’t fire on all pistons. It’s as if all the oxygen in my brain leaves on the express train straight to my dick, losing all normal rational thoughts on the way. All I can think about now is sticking it in her sweet, sweet pussy. But she’s not waking—she only stirred. Maybe I can give her a nudge, or my dick can. He's definitely up for that challenge. I turn on my side and face her. She’s on her back, so I let my dick rest on her thigh while my hands do a little exploring. I find her breast, and tweak her nipple, which elicits a small moan. I move to her other and give that a small pinch. She arches her back, wanting more, but she’s still asleep. Pulling back the cover, I take one perfect mound and cup it in my hand, bend my head and run my tongue over it before sucking it into my mouth. Her back arches up again, as I pinch the nipple between my teeth and run my tongue around it.

  ‘Mmmmm.’ I lift my head to see her smiling down at me. Perfect. I move down, kissing her stomach and dipping my tongue into her navel. Her hands go to my hair, and she helps me on my way down, practically pushing my head in between her legs, so fucking eager, even after our session last night. I’ve never found a female that I wanted to fuck more than a couple of casual times. But this female has me by the balls. My dick and balls are hers. Fact. I want her pussy like nothing else. I want HER like no one else. I fucking love this female so goddamn much. I’d do anything for her. Scary but so very true. Never thought I have a chance at this. Never thought I’d ever find my true mate. Yet here we are, and I’m about to eat out the best fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted. I can still smell myself inside her, and I love it. It makes me even harder, and my dick even more impatient to get inside. Devon’s practically twitching already, and I’ve not even touched her pussy yet. I widen her legs and lift her ass for better access. I go straight for her clit. I’m not easing her in. I go all out. I want her orgasm quickly, and then I’m going to fuck her until I get at least a couple more. Only a minute or so later and she’s crying out, biting into the pillow to stifle her scream. I want to tell her to pack that shit in and stop trying to hide it, but she gets embarrassed when the rest of the pack take the piss. Me, I couldn’t give a shit. They can hear everything, but only I get to see it.

  I bring her down gently before I push inside her—my dick already weeping with pre-cum. If he could talk, he’d be cussing me out right now. Telling me, it’s about fucking time too. I laugh at the way my thoughts are going, making Devon look at me with a frown on her face. I shake my head and circle my hips—her eyes close and she groans. That sound is so damn sexy and beautiful, and it’s all mine. Only for me. I pull out and thrust back in, circling my hips, and she does it again, fuck yes. Her hips come up to meet mine on every thrust, and as I circle she groans even louder. I’m going to explode way too soon if she carries on. I groan myself as she circles her hips, and I have to stop her. Her hands are gripped tight onto my ass, and she’s thrusting up, topping from the bottom. Fuck me—I can’t. I need to take back control, or this will be over too soon. I pull out and flip her over, pulling her ass up and pushing her head down. I pull her hips against mine, and my dick is home once again. Fuuuck she’s so fucking tight this way, and I’m balls deep. I hold her still and savour that feeling. Closing my eyes, I count to ten, and then I thrust in and out, grunting on each one.

  ‘Aaaaah, aaaaaahhhhh, Jared.’

  ‘Come on, baby. Give it to me, let it go.’

  ‘Mmmm. Jared, don’t stop. Don’t you dare sto— Oooooooh sooo gooood.’ She comes, hard. She can’t even hold herself up. She’s gone to jelly. I hold her ass up in the air and go for my life until that warm, fantastic feeling grasps my balls and my stomach. I thrust it out as I come inside her wet, greedy pussy, and she takes it all. I collapse to the side, bringing her with me, and we lay spooning with me still inside her. I feel so fucking content at that moment. Fuck everything else, it can wait.

  ***

  I take breakfast up to Devon in bed, and I’m sifting through my wardrobe, choosing what I’m going to wear when Howard knocks on the door.

  ‘Hey, J,’ he says awkwardly as he comes in and sees Devon still in bed. I beckon him over to me as Devon mumbles a hello. He’s dressed in dark jeans and a dark tee—dark clothes that blood doesn’t show up on so much. Probably best considering the job we have today. But I want to see the progress I’ve made. Or more like the pain I’ve inflicted. So I choose a white tee with regular denim jeans. I wouldn’t normally consider any of this shit. I’d just throw on an old top and be done with it. But every decision I make lately is with Devon in mind. If I’m honest, it has to fucking stop. I can’t make pack decisions based on my fears or feelings where Devon is concerned. I just have to hope to fuck that she gets used to that side of things and accepts it. It’s that simple. I don’t want to hide anything from her, but at the same time, there are things that I don’t want her to see. Like the lengths I go to, to get what I need. And the things I will do to get what I need from the fuckers downstairs. Kristen included. Although her fate is a decision my father will make because he’s the alpha—even though on this land and in this house and for this whole rodeo, I am alpha, it’s still down to him to decide. The fact that she will die is a given. You do not betray your pack. But the how, where, and when is his decision. So I have to hold off on that.

  ‘Just came to let you know that we’re all set.’ His eyes roll toward Devon as he says much quieter, ‘Downstairs.’ He’s on the same page. It’s not keeping things from her—it's more shielding her from the ugly shit. At least that’s what I’m telling myself anyway.

  ***

  I’m about an hour in, with nob jockey number one, when I sense Devon’s presence. I turn towards the door and see her coming down the stairs. Fuck me. When I saw her down here last night I wanted to pick her up and carry her out, like the dirt from all the shit that’s gone on down here would somehow contaminate her innocence. But she’s looking at me now with excitement? I’m not sure why, but I don’t fucking want her seeing this shit. I want her as far from this as possible. I don’t want the way she sees me to change. Ever. If that means keeping this shit under wraps, the
n that’s what I’ll do. I make my way out of the cell and stop her on the stairs.

  ‘Baby what are you doing down here?’

  Devon

  ‘I want to question her, Jared—’

  ‘Baby, come on, you don’t need to be seeing this shit,’ he tells me wiping the blood from his hands and onto his now ruined t-shirt.

  ‘Jared, it’s not about what I need—it’s about what I want, and right now I want to go in that cell, and I want to get answers from her.’

  ‘So you're telling me it’s personal?’

  ‘Damn straight it's personal!’ I yell back. Sighing he pushes me backwards toward the stairs.

  ‘Baby, that’s not the right way to go into something like this. Just go back upstairs and leave this to me and Brad.’

  That’s it. I’m done trying to seek his permission. I’m doing this, no matter if he likes it or not. I fold my arms over my chest—he has his hands on my shoulders, and his eyes are pleading with mine to just do as I’m told. I’ve never done it before, and I’m not about to change a habit of a lifetime. I raise an eyebrow and pout my lips, at which point, he knows I’m going nowhere. So now it’s just a case of how far he will back down. Will I get to do some questioning? Or will he at least just let me in the room while he does it? He sighs in resignation.

  ‘Devon, I don’t want you to see this part of what I do. I don’t want that look in your eyes to change. I couldn’t live with that baby.’

  Well, what’s a girl to do with that?

  ‘So don’t show me? Let me go in there with Brad?’

  ‘You always have a fucking smartass answer don’t you?’ he says with a smirk on his face.

  ‘So? Do we have a deal?’

  ‘Huh oh, female. Not so fast. I ain’t finished.’

  I puff my cheeks and blow out the air, frustrated. He grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger and pulls my face up, so I’m looking into his eyes.