Sassy Ever After: Mate of Honor (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Renee George

  “We can track better as wolves,” he said to his family. His pack.

  Dorian nodded. “Let’s do this, brother. Let’s get your mate back.”

  Chapter Ten

  The howls and high pitched barks of the hunting wolves made Bailey want to shift into her fox skin again, but against three large beasts, her little fox wouldn’t have a shot. Only in her human form did she have any chance at all. She searched the room for something she could use as a weapon, something better than the laughable pipe she’d thrown at Victor in the freezer. She gagged at the pungent intensity of the piss and shit piled up in the toilet. The shower had no curtain or curtain rod. The sink was an attached porcelain bowl mounted to the wall with exposed pipes beneath.

  The sounds of the wolves were getting closer and trying break the pipes would only draw more attention to her. She’d touched every door in the hall. She hoped it was enough to slow them down. The mirror on the wall was cracked. Bailey grimaced as she saw her swollen and bruised cheek. She didn’t waste time on pity, though, instead, she gave the mirror a quick punch. Shards clattered down into the sink and on the floor. She ignored her bleeding knuckles and grabbed a large piece, about seven inches long and two inches wide at the base moving into a point at the top.

  She pushed the bathroom door shut, hoping the smell of human feces would override her own scent, and waited.

  The howls and barks stopped. Bailey held her breath.

  “Little pig, little pig, let me in,” Mach Larson sang.

  Heat scorched Bailey’s skin. She gripped the shard, the base cutting into her palm. The pain was nothing compared to her rage. She was going to gut that motherfucker, even if it took her last breath to do it.

  “She’s in here,” Mach said. “I can smell the bitch.”

  The shuffling of feet told her that all Victor and the other goon were in the room now as well. A pound against the bathroom door elicited a surprised noise from Bailey. She cursed herself for being so stupid. So careless.

  “You are just all kinds of trouble, aren’t you, girl?” Victor Silverback said. “You have your nose in my business and in my pack. You know what I do with folks who cause me problems?”

  The kill room kitchen gave her a pretty good idea. She braced her shoulder against the door. “Forrest is going to rip your head off, asshole.”

  “Not before I slaughter his precious mate.” Victor slapped the door again, and Bailey jerked her head back. He laughed. “You may think you’re smart, but you’re nothing but a scared chicken. This wolf knows how to clean out a henhouse.”

  Bailey put her back to the door as Victor turned the knob and tried to push it open.

  “I’ve decided to kill you quick, chick.” He chuckled at his rhyme. “A little mercy in deference to your alpha.”

  “Fuck you,” Bailey said.

  “She’s mine!” Mach Larson said, anger pulsing in his tone. “You promised me, Victor. You promised to give her to me. She’s fucking mine.”

  Bailey’s stomach roiled. She struggled to breathe as icy fingers of dread gripped her lungs and squeezed. She held the mirror to her wrist, willing herself the courage to act on her own behalf before the option was no longer hers. No, she thought, the neck. She could puncture her carotid, and it would be over in minutes.

  Four quick, hard punches against the door sounded, then Mach shouted. “You hear that, Bailey. I will fucking own you. You’re mine, you stupid bitch.”

  “She’s not stupid or a bitch,” Bailey heard someone say. “And she’s not yours. She’s mine!” Her heart leaped into her throat. Forrest. Oh, God. He’d found her.

  “You’ll have to take me on first, pup,” Victor growled. Bailey heard a thick grunt from Forrest. She yanked the bathroom door open, terrified for him against Victor and his two goons.

  The growls and snarls as two wolves she didn’t know took on Victor’s guy, while two other wolves cornered Mach. Forrest, naked, his muscles and tattoos glistening with sweat, as he grappled with Victor in a glorious frenzy of fists and fury. Bailey staggered into the room. She cursed herself when Forrest saw her. Her appearance startled him for a split second, long enough of Victor to connect a punch under his chin and throw him back against the wall.

  “No!” Bailey shouted. She jumped on Victor’s back, her arm wrapped his neck, and she kicked herself back, pulling the Silverback Alpha to the ground with her. She tried to stab him, but he rolled sideways and threw his elbow into her jaw. The mirror shard dropped out of her hand as the pain in her face exploded in bright and vibrant fireworks.

  “Bailey!” Forrest shouted. He grabbed Victor’s arm and wrenched the older alpha away from her.

  Bailey rolled away and pushed herself from the floor. The wolves had taken down one of Victor’s men, but Mach had smashed the bedside table and was using a piece of wood as a club. When he spotted Bailey, her head still reeling from the blow Victor delivered, he roared and jumped over the nearest wolf, landing right in front of her. He grabbed her hair and yanked her toward the bathroom.

  Forrest had Victor in a headlock, horror in his eyes as he watched. His eyes glowed amber as he wrenched Victor’s head. The Silverback alpha’s lifeless eyes were the last thing she saw before Mach pulled her into the bathroom and shut the door.

  “Try to come in here and I’ll kill her,” Mach shouted. He threw her down on the floor. She landed near the sink. “Do you hear me? I’ll fucking kill her right now.”

  The wolves began to whine. Bailey heard Forrest say, “Don’t. Don’t do it. I’ll give you anything you want. Just let her go.”

  She’d never heard him so desperate. Frankly, she never thought he was capable of sounding so vulnerable.

  “I love her,” Forrest pleaded. “You know what that means. Just let her go. You were following your pack alpha. You had to. I get that. But he’s dead now. You don’t have to do this.”

  Bailey knew Mach hadn’t just been following orders. He’d had a bug up his ass about Bailey since middle school. Forrest had to know it was personal for Mach as well, but he was giving the man an out. A way to leave with his life intact.

  Bailey's hands began to shake. “No,” she whispered.

  He was naked and bloody from where the wolves had torn chunks from his arms and chest. His back was to the door, his flaccid prick on display.

  “No fucking way.” She grabbed a mirror chunk from the ground and with a quickness she didn’t know she possessed, Bailey shoved the shard into Mach where his upper thigh, going for the artery.

  The look of surprise on his face when she pulled the glass out, and blood began to spray her skin put a feral grin on her face.

  “You won’t get away with this, asshole.”

  When he leaned over to grab Bailey, she struck with her hand straight up and stabbed him in the throat. Blood gushed as his angry snarl turned into a gurgle, and Mach slid down the door to the floor. Bailey crawled closer to watch as the life left his eyes.

  “Motherfucker, I am not your bitch,” she screamed, “and you don’t get to live.”

  “Bailey!” Forrest’s alarm snapped her from her vengeance. She reached up and turned the door handle. When the bathroom door opened, Mach’s bloody torso flopped back onto the floor. She crawled over him, her head pounding as the adrenaline waned. Forrest was there then. She was in his arms.

  “Safe,” she heard him say through her foggy brain. “You’re safe now.”

  “He doesn’t get to live,” she muttered as Forrest smoothed her hair back and away from her face. “He doesn’t get to…”

  “You killed him, baby. You took care of him.”

  She looked around the room. Dorian, Luke, Evan, and Lara stared at her, their expressions slightly horrified and impressed at the same time.

  Bailey blinked up at Forrest. “Why’s everyone naked?”

  “Big fight, babe.” He kissed her and when he pulled back, his lips were bloody. “Don’t you remember?”

  Bailey touched the side of her face. It hur
t. Her whole head hurt. “I think I hurt my brain.”

  “Let’s get you out of here then.”

  “Wait,” Bailey said. “You love me.”

  He smiled, and it was the most precious thing she’d ever seen, even with the bloody lips. “Yep.”

  “Nuh-uh.”

  He picked her up as if she were a feather and cradled in her arms. “I think you did hurt your brain.” He kissed her forehead.

  “Dude,” she heard Dorian say as Forrest carried her from the room. “Bailey is bad ass.”

  A small smile formed on her lips. “I am bad ass,” she said.

  Forrest smiled as he walked with her down the hall to the stairs. “You sure are.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Bailey closed her eyes, the back of her head against the tub. She’d already taken three showers because it had felt like two wasn’t enough to wash away all the blood.

  It was only seven at night, but it felt like two weeks had passed since the rehearsal dinner. Forrest had to call an emergency meeting of the alphas to explain what had happened to Victor, and why he’d had to kill him. He’d invited Bailey to attend, but the idea of facing all those guys after everything that happened, especially since Maxine, Victor’s daughter would be there, made her stomach turn.

  She’d shifted once after the first shower to quicken her healing. If she’d been human, it would have taken weeks to recover, but as a werefox, she only had a minor headache now. She drew her hands over the suds. The way Forrest had charged in to save her had been epic hero shit. All those years she’d thought of him as cold and unaffected, and today he’d proven he was anything but. He’d been passionate and raw, and willing to do whatever it took to keep her safe.

  Thinking about him tightened her lower bits. She slid her fingers down to touch herself, remembering how good it had felt when Forrest had slid his fingers along her wet folds. As she rubbed the swollen nub, she closed her eyes, imagining his mouth on her heat, lapping her juices. His tongue--

  “Woman?”

  She splashed in the tub and struggled to get upright. Forrest stared at her from the bathroom door. This was his room, so she hadn’t noticed a shift in the scent. Fuck. He’d caught her.

  “Uhm,” she licked her lips. “How did it go with the Big Kahunas?”

  He narrowed his gaze, his eyes rimmed in gold, his mouth pursed in a deep frown. “That’s my pussy.”

  “I…” She blinked. “What?”

  He walked over the edge of the large tub and stepped into it with his shoes, black slacks, and shirt still on. The water rose, overflowing the tub, as he knelt between her legs. The heat of passion born of an almost frantic need tightened Bailey’s nipples.

  He put slid his hands up her inner thighs, he spread the lips of her sex with one hand and thrust two fingers inside her with the other. Bailey gasped at the invasion.

  Forrest’s eyes darkened with hunger. He leaned forward his fingers working inside her and kissed her breast as it floated above the suds. Then he kissed her, his tongue sweeping her lips, thrusting into her mouth with the same rhythm as his fingers.

  Too soon, he leaned back and withdrew his hand. He brought his fingers to his mouth. “My pussy,” he said again then he sucked her juices from his fingers. “You’re so fucking sweet. I could eat you up.”

  Bailey managed to grab her wits before they completely left the room. “I seem to recall something about me having to ask nicely.”

  Forrest grinned, his wolf shining through. “So ask, Kalinka. My little red berry.”

  Bailey laughed, but Forrest's face grew serious. “Ask me,” he said. “Ask me to eat your pussy?”

  Bailey clenched in reaction to his words. Even in the hot water, she knew she’d be slick, drenched with the excitement that raced through her. “I…”

  He raised his brow.

  “I want you to eat my pussy. Please, eat my pussy, Forrest.”

  He growled with pleasure as he looped his large arms under her thighs. Bailey squealed as he lifted her out of the water and sat her on the edge of the tub. He spread her thighs, using his hands to hold her open and he licked from just below her core to her throbbing clit.

  “Oh, God, yes.” She braced herself, her ass slick with suds, to keep from sliding forward. He thrust his tongue inside her, fucking her as his thumb rubbed against her pleasure bundle. “I’m going to come,” she panted.

  “Good,” Forrest said. “I want to taste your orgasm. I want to feel you come in my mouth.”

  “Oh. Oh!” Bailey cried out as his lips melded once more to her swollen pussy. His hands were on her ass, holding her up, his fingers digging in as his tongue dove in and out and over, blood rushing away from her head and down to her groin. She threw her head back and whacked it against the wall when the orgasm hit, her sex contracting in spasms around his tongue, but even that minor pain didn’t stop the rapture as he kept taking her, all of her, into him.

  When the last of the shudders dwindled, Forrest withdrew his lips. Kneeling between her legs he eased her down onto his lap, his cock pressing hard through his wet slacks against her aching pussy. “You are sweeter than the ripest berry, my Kalinka.” He licked his glistening lips. “You scared me today,” he said. “I don’t ever want to lose you, Bailey.” He kissed her softly, but with purpose before he captured her gaze and held it. “Now I’m going to fuck you,” he told her. “Fuck you so good you’ll never even entertain the idea of running away from me again.”

  Bailey breath released in a staggered hiss, her eyes watering with her desire.

  “Do you believe me?” Forrest asked.

  “Yes,” Bailey said. “Yes.”

  ****

  Forrest couldn’t even fathom how much he loved this beautifully, curvaceous woman, whom he’d had such brief, albeit quality, contact with. She was his soul’s breath and his soul’s desire. His mate. And before the evening ended, he planned to make it permanent. His cock was so hard. When he’d seen her touching herself, it was all he could do to keep himself from ravaging her.

  “Why do you want me, Forrest?”

  He couldn’t believe she didn’t know. “You make my heart beat, my lungs breathe, my--”

  “Dick explode,” she supplied with a grin on her face.

  “That too,” he growled.

  “I’m complicated,” Bailey said.

  Forrest laughed. So was he. “We have a lifetime, thanks to you, to figure out just how complicated you really are.”

  “You’re going to need it.” She laughed. “Are you sure you wanna be stuck with me?”

  “Stuck with you, stuck to you, stuck in you. It all sounds good. You?”

  “We hardly know each other.”

  He slid his hands up her sides, and she trembled beneath his touch. “You know me.”

  “Do I?” Her long eyelashes glittered as she spoke.

  Forrest understood. Like him, she had insecurities when it came to trusting people, especially the opposite sex. “This will be magnificent.” He kissed her perfect bow lips.

  “Promise?”

  She had doubts, and while Forrest couldn’t blame her, he didn’t know how to assuage her fears. “I promise on my life.”

  “Kiss me again,” she breathed against the skin of his neck. “Make me a believer.”

  He pulled her gently into a kiss, slipping his tongue past her barely parted lips. Bailey leaped into his arms. Fiercely and fearless, she matched his passion. She ran the tip of her tongue over the part in his lips, before slipping it past his teeth. And Forrest fed from her mouth as if she were his last meal.

  He slid his palms under her ass and lifted her out of the tub. He carried her to his bed then stripped from his wet clothes. He crawled over her, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her neck. Bailey’s nipples drew to tight nubs as he played them between his fingers. He loved the soft feel of her large breasts in his hands--the way her skin shivered with excitement at his touch.

  “Mmm,” she hummed against his mouth.
A sound of pure pleasure. His cock jerked against her thigh.

  She pushed her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, rolling the rigid flesh with her palm. She rubbed the pearl of his desire with her thumb.

  He moaned, slipping his hand between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and wet with readiness and desire. Forrest slid a finger over her clit.

  “God,” he breathed against her skin. “I need to be in you. I need you so much.”

  “Need me?” she teased. “Like the trees need sunshine?”

  “Yes.”

  “Like the flowers need the rain?”

  “Yes.”

  “Like Hans needs Leia?”

  “Ye--Huh?”

  “Never mind.” She grinned. “I get it.” Bailey gazed around the deserted parking lot. “Okay, I’m in.”

  “Oh, thank the gods, kalinka moya.” He cupped her lovely, large breasts again, taking one nipple into his mouth, then moving to the other for rough lick.

  ****

  Bailey bit her lower lip hard. Moya is Russian meant my. She was his red berry. The little endearment set off a flutter of emotions. Love, lust, happiness.

  She gasped as he spread her thighs, kissing down her stomach again to her wet and ready sex. His firm hands grasped her buttocks as his mouth finally made its way to her pussy, his tongue flickering against the clit, licking and sucking the swollen bud sweetly between his lips.

  Bailey’s legs quivered. Tight tension coiled itself within her--the sharp edges of another orgasm sliced through her abdomen. His tongue moved incredibly fast as it made its way into her pussy, sliding in and out, flicking against her clit then back in, fucking and sucking her while his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come again.”

  In the next second, Forrest was up between her thighs, his erection butting against her pussy like a compass pointing due bliss. “Not yet,” he growled.

  She grabbed for him, his hair, his arms, anywhere she could find purchase and pulled her to him. “Get in me. Now.”

  Forrest thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeply into her. Lacing an arm around her waist, he lifted her up while keeping them joined.