by T. Cobbin
He was captivated. She twisted around, her hands dancing in the air above her head. It gave him an eyeful of her wonderful, luscious breasts bouncing around, her perky nipples pointing directly at him. His mouth watered as he imagined enveloping them.
“Like what you see, big boy?”
His gaze flicked back up to her eyes to see them sparkling. Unable to speak, he just swallowed and nodded. He felt like a teen getting his first look at a naked woman.
She carried on swaying, flicking her hips back and forth. She turned and spun in a circle, sticking her arse out at him. How much more could he take? She moved closer to him, her hands gliding over her skin, across her breasts with a quick nipple pinch, then stroking her stomach. Down to her white, lacy panties. She shifted both forefingers to claws and slid them into the sides of the thin material and tugged, leaving the material to flutter to the floor.
She dropped to her knees and twisted, then crawled toward him until her hot, little mouth was an inch from his crotch. He was so tempted to move his hands, run them through her hair, or unzip his pants and let his shaft spring clear of its confinement. He didn’t have to wait long, Belle cupped his knees, her fingers spreading over his thighs as they moved up toward his groin. With a quick look up she lowered her mouth and licked up the crease of his jeans. A shiver went through him. Her fingers found his zipper and she began pulling it down, ever so slowly. He had to close his eyes and breathe deeply before he came in his pants.
How long since she’d started this dance? It felt like forever. His breathing picked up, and his heart started to race. His button flicked open with a ping and he felt the warm breath of her mouth over the tip of his cock. He had to grit his teeth when her tongue followed.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he ground out.
“A good way to go though.” She chuckled, her hands enclosing around his member, pulling it out of his jeans.
A moment later her mouth enveloped his erection. A hissed gasp broke from his throat. The vibration of her moan rippled through his cock. If he didn’t take control soon, he was going to spill his seed down her throat, which wasn’t a bad loss, he just wanted to be inside Belle when he did. Slowly, she began bobbing, her tongue sliding up the large vein and swiping just under the mushroomed head. His hips undulated unconsciously, which thrust his sex to the back of her throat. She swallowed. His eyes closed and he called her name. She moaned again.
A crack sounded, and he looked down to see the broken arms of the chair in his hands. Her mouth left his cock, and she began to laugh. With a shake of his head, he dropped the pieces of wood and stood. His clothes were quickly deposited on the floor, and he grabbed his mate around her waist, lifting her up against his body, his hands holding her firmly under her butt. Her legs wrapped around his waist. The music changed to Shakira’s Try Everything as he carried her to their room and dropped her onto the bed.
“You had your fun, sweetheart. My turn now.” He grinned at her as he covered her body with his.
He took her mouth, tasting himself. Their tongues entwined and danced. Then slowly he made his way down her body, sucking her breasts into his mouth as he’d wanted to earlier. After each nipple was swollen he moved down over her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly button and making her squirm. He ran his tongue over the tiny dark blonde strip that covered her nether lips, until finally he reached his goal. Her honey pot. He lapped, nipped, and suckled until her legs shook. He glided his teeth over her tiny nub and thrust a finger deep inside her core. A satisfied purr sounded from his chest as his mate screamed his name into the air, her pussy tightening around his fingers as she came.
* * * *
Belle’s arms were limp noodles. Her heart raced from her orgasm, and satisfaction thrummed through her. Her man sure knew how to go down on a woman. It would only ever be her he tasted now; he was hers, and she was his.
She raised her head slightly to look down at him. He was crawling up her body, his mouth wet from her juices. Wiping his face on the inside of his upper arm, he hovered over her, smiling from ear to ear.
“Mmm, you taste like a fine wine.” He kissed her, delving his tongue between her lips, letting her taste herself combined with his.
He pulled back and lifted her legs up and over his shoulders, then shuffled forward so his cock lined up with her pussy. Shifting a touch more, the head of his cock entered her. She raised her hands so her fingers entwined in his thick mop of brown hair and pulled him down to gain access to his lips again.
He thrust deep, their combined juices making it easy. She gasped into his mouth. He pulled back only to surge back in. It felt deeper to take him this way. He began the frantic race to the end. In and out. Fast and hard. His movements becoming jerky the more excited he became.
His stomach rubbed against the back of her thighs, their skin dampened with perspiration. The sexy sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Low grunts and moans joining them. He moved his arm from beside her head, and his hand roamed down over her skin and in between them until he found that tiny bundle of nerves that turned her to goo. With a rub of his fingers, she rocked and came around his cock, taking him with her. He roared into the air while she screamed out his name.
Eventually he softened enough to slide from her pussy, their combined juices slipping out too. He rolled, allowing her legs to lower, then pulled her over his chest. She could feel his thumping heart beat slow as they rested.
“No regrets, right?” he asked, bringing her out of her relaxed stupor.
“Huh?” She lifted her head to look at him. He looked worried.
“I suppose I’m still uneasy in case I’m not what you want.”
She slapped his chest slightly and lowered her head back over his heart. “Shut up and go to sleep. You are mine, and I am yours. Can’t change our minds now even if we wanted to.”
She felt him release a breath he’d been holding, and she smiled. Closing her eyes, she relaxed into sleep.
Chapter 17
The sound of raindrops pinging against the window woke Shawn from the best night’s sleep he’d had in ages...well, between the times either he woke Belle up to fuck her or she woke him up with her mouth sucking his cock. For the first time in what seemed forever Shawn felt relaxed and comfortable. He didn’t feel like he was on edge, waiting for the woman in his life to bite his head off.
He curled up closer to Belle, shoving his morning erection firmly between her butt cheeks with confidence she would reciprocate rather than push him away. He buried his nose into her neck and breathed deeply...wild daisies and honey mixed in with the scent of the sun and sex. He licked over his mark on her neck, and she shivered and stirred. He continued nibbling along her neck until she moaned and one of her hands shot to the back of her and wrapped around his shaft.
“Morning, my tigress.”
She turned on her back, ungrasped his cock, and stretched, her perky tits reaching for the ceiling as she did. He lowered his head and sucked the one closest to him, rolling it around in his mouth.
“Didn’t you get enough last night?” she teased.
He released her nipple with a pop and smiled down at her. “Nope. Never enough.” He leaned over and sucked her other nipple into his mouth.
“Mmm, so good,” she murmured, twisting to lay on her side. “What time is it?” She stretched to look over his shoulder at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Bugger,” she swore, throwing herself back on the bed with a frown. “Monday morning and back to normal.” She sighed.
“Bloody hell, has it really been a week?” he asked before checking the time himself. 6:56. Damn. The honeymoon week Harris had given to Belle as a gift, so to speak, had sped past.
Good to her word, Belle had visited her parents every day as well as spending an hour with Felix. The rest of the time, the pair of them had begun to get to know each other, in more ways than one. Shawn had finally been able to relax and get into the swing of having a normal relationship. He felt as
if everything was right in his world for once. He’d had a few flashbacks, but otherwise he’d managed them to the point where he wasn’t too upset by them.
With Belle at his side, he’d also managed to do quite a lot of meet-and-greet around the village. His favorite couple were actually the oldest pair. May and Fred had both been born in the village, their parents too. They shared their own stories, and also included a few of the other townspeople’s stories too. They told Shawn all about how the village had grown, the Alpha’s keeping them safe, and the peace they maintained. They also had a story to share about Belle, much to her embarrassment.
There was one thing though that marred his happiness—Rosie. The police hadn’t been in contact with him, Harris, or Garrett. That has to be good, right? But as time went on, a shadow still followed him. He wished it was all over and he could just get on with his life.
Belle nudged him, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Hey there, you okay?”
“Yeah, just wondering why the police haven’t been in contact.”
“What comes will come, we will get through it. Now…how about putting that,” she said, pointing toward his erection, “to good use with a quickie in the shower before we both have to get to work.”
Shawn smiled as his mate quickly climbed out of bed and danced toward the bathroom, waggling her booty as she went.
* * * *
The village surgery wasn’t very large, one of the main reasons being that shifters were rarely ill. Ben, however, covered a large array of things, such as also being the village psychiatrist.
“Morning, Frankie,” Shawn greeted a bobcat shifter as he entered the reception. “I’ll let Ben know that you’ve arrived.”
Shawn didn’t know the man’s background, only that he was one of two bobcats in the community. However, he did know that Frankie was nearing his forties and was seeing the doc to help with his depression. Desolation was the main illness among shifters. The animal side seemed to hit a point where all it wanted to do was push the human side to mate, have kits and a family. About half of Stonesdale’s residences had reasons to not leave the village, which meant a lot of them didn’t find their mates and settled for imprinting, but alas, some didn’t want to just settle. This, of course, led to a few getting depressed.
Picking up the phone, Shawn pressed the button for Ben’s office and informed him that Frankie was there.
“Send him through please, Shawn.”
“Frankie, Ben will see you now.”
“Thanks.”
“Shawn?” Harris’s voice sounded inside Shawn’s mind.
“Yes, Alpha?”
“Are you busy?”
“Ben has no more patients to see today. Not sure if he has anything else planned.”
“I’ll take care of Ben. I need you to come to the police station please.”
“Umm, okay.”
Dread clenched at Shawn’s heart. He couldn’t tell what kind of mood Harris was in, his speech had basically been monotone. Was this where his life would change for the better or worse?
His thoughts then went to Belle. Being an enforcer, she would know if any visiting police were around. Should he contact her or not? Deciding not to, he stood, tidied up, and then gathered his jacket. He glanced around, wondering if this was the last time he would see the surgery. I hope not. He sighed.
Walking the few feet next door to the police station, his emotions and thoughts weighed heavily. His question was answered about a visitor when he saw a black SUV parked outside. Belle had to know they were there.
With his hand on the door handle, he paused and breathed deeply, closing his eyes as a wave of nausea rolled over him. Shit, what if they decided he was guilty? Could he hack prison if it came to that?
No! He had to think positive. He was innocent. Lifting his chin, he pushed the handle down and walked into the small police station. Scents of two different males hit him as well as his Alpha and the local police officer.
Harris strode toward him, a grim look on his face, which caused the nausea Shawn felt to hit the back of his throat. Swallowing profusely to keep from throwing up, he waited to hear what the man had to say.
“Don’t worry, son,” Harris said, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a gentle squeeze. “I think they’re here for good, not bad. That detective that came before, Johnathon Canker, sure has a face on him. Looks like he has a skunk under his nose.”
Shawn nodded. “Here’s hoping.” He let out a breath and received another squeeze before Harris turned and walked down the hallway with Shawn following him.
“Ah, Mr. Burr,” Garrett greeted him when they entered his office. Shawn nodded his acknowledgement. “Our visitors have some news. Please take a seat.” He gestured to the one remaining leather chair opposite his desk.
Sitting down, Shawn looked around. Johnathon Canker was sitting to his left, while on his right sat Detective Harry Small, who’d come last time as well. Harris was right about Canker, he looked like he’d swallowed a bitter pill.
“Detective Small has some news for you.” Garrett smiled at Shawn.
Shawn turned his head to the neatly dressed bloke wearing a dark blue suit.
“We do indeed. First, we would like to extend our apologies for the way you were treated last time we were spoke.” The detective turned his head to Canker whose expression darkened into a scowl. “Upon our departure here we went back and interviewed Miss O’Hare again. The reason it has taken us so long to get back to you is we were trying to follow up with some other witnesses, especially the neighbor who called the emergency services on the night you were stabbed. We found a few holes in your fiancée’s story—”
“Ex,” Shawn interrupted the man. He didn’t want Rosie to be anything of his anymore.
“Yes, sorry. As I was saying, there were a few holes in Miss O’Hare’s statement. When she was interviewed at the hospital, she accused you of inflicting her injuries. But your neighbor said she left the house perfectly well, except for the blood on her hands and clothes. Plus, we also spoke with another neighbor who witnessed the same thing. That person also told us that...” The detective shuffled a few pieces of paper from a file he had in his hand. “Miss O’Hare frequently raised her voice, screaming all kinds of profanities at her partner…you. Anyway, Mr. Burr, we came today first to apologize for the way you were treated last time. And second, sir, being you are the victim we came to let you know, in person, that because of the evidence we have gathered, there is a warrant out for your fi…” The copper quickly cleared his throat to cover his near mistake. “Your ex-fiancée. However, when we showed up to arrest her, we discovered that she had disappeared, along with two of her brothers. Her other siblings were interviewed, but I’m afraid weren’t helpful in locating her whereabouts. This leaves us with a difficult situation. We aren’t able to do much else until we have Miss O’Hare in custody. The only other advice I…we...” He gestured to his fellow officer. “...can offer you is that maybe you could apply for a restraining order.”
Shawn nearly snorted at the thought of a restraining order. It wouldn’t do shit. It was a piece of paper that neither Rosie nor her brothers would pay the slightest notice to. Shawn’s friend and boss Paul had also suggested that after encouraging Shawn to leave Rosie. But he too said, knowing what Rosie and her brothers were like, it wouldn’t be worth the paper it was written on.
“They don’t know where I am, right?” Shawn asked, feeling hopeful.
“No, sir, I don’t think they have any idea.”
“Good,” Shawn breathed out a sigh of relief. “I will think about the restraining order. Thank you,” he said, forgetting for a second he was in a village protected by shifters. He almost slapped himself when he remembered.
He stood, ready to leave the room and go find his mate. At least now he felt he would finally get some justice rather than recrimination. He held his hand out to the detective, who took it and smiled while shaking it.
“Good luck, Mr. Burr, and aga
in, I give you our apologies.”
Shawn then offered his hand to Johnathon Canker. “Bygones be bygones as far as I’m concerned,” Shawn said with a smile.
The detective stood and shook his hand, albeit rather limply and with his lips turned up as if he smelled something bad. Shawn shrugged and turned his back to him, then walked out of Garrett’s office with Harris close behind.
Chapter 18
Stepping outside, a body Shawn hadn’t had time to see, spot, or smell dived straight into him, knocking him back a step. As legs wrapped around his waist and the smell of his female hit his nostrils, his hands found her backside and held on.
“Harris told me. Oh my God, I’m so happy for you. I still want to kick that detective’s backside from here to kingdom come though,” Belle said in between smothering kisses over his face.
Harris boomed out a laugh beside him.
“Get down, you limpet.” Shawn chuckled.
She stopped kissing him and pulled back to look at his face. “See, I told you they would believe you.” She lowered her legs to stand in front of him, her head resting on his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist.
The air never seemed so fresh as it did then. He’d walked into the police station like a dead man walking, but he’d come out not only a free man but one that was believed. He hadn’t realized just how much this—the knowledge that the police honestly thought he was the one who’d been the abuser—had been laying on him like a lead coat.
“Go home, the pair of you,” Harris ordered with a smile.
Shawn didn’t think twice. Entwining his fingers in his mate’s hand, he proudly walked home with her beside him. He was free and, most importantly, believed.
Mate always believed you. That’s more important than human police.