The Mount Series Boxset

by K D Grace

  And then she met Nick Chase.

  She settled back at the laptop to work on more fantasy plans, to keep her mind off Nick Chase and what she had inadvertently pulled him into. And what he had not so inadvertently pulled her into. She was interrupted by a knock on the door. No doubt room service delivering lunch. She was still thinking about not thinking about Nick when she opened the door, and there before her, looking way less jetlagged than Elsa would have thought possible, was Rita Holly.

  Elsa stood stunned, making little fish gasps at the woman who was already a legend in The Mount, the woman who until now, she had never met in person.

  Rita offered her an amused smile. ‘Well, are you going to invite me in or just let me stand here in the hall looking silly?’ Before Elsa could do more than just step out of the way, Rita added. ‘I know, I know, uninvited guests are a pain in the arse, sweetie, but after my little conversation with Nick last night, I felt it was time we talked. So I took the Martelli jet, had a nice nap over the Pole, and here I am.’

  ‘Nick? You talked to Nick?’

  ‘I certainly did. And why the hell he isn’t here with you is beyond me. But since he isn’t, then maybe it’s time for a serious talk, just the two of us.’

  Just then, room service arrived. ‘Mmm, that smells great,’ Rita said, sniffing. ‘I’m famished. Can you bring me one of whatever that is quick before I starve, and here’s for your troubles.’ She handed the waiter a wad of money, to which the raised eyebrow cued Elsa that it was more than enough to get the job done. The waiter quickly deposited the tray on the table and left.

  Elsa forced a smile that she hoped would pass for welcoming as Rita sat down next to her and nabbed a French fry from her plate. She didn’t want company, and she didn’t want prying. Pike knew that when she was at the Elara, she was off limits.

  As if Rita had read her mind, she said, ‘Oh, don’t blame Pike. He didn’t tell me where you were. I just figured it out. Remember you told me this was where you hang out when you need to think. Now, Nick and I had a very interesting conversation last night on your phone while you should have had him locked in this suite, fucking his brains out. First of all, Nick asked lots of questions about Mount Vegas and The Mount, in general, and I answered them.’

  ‘You did what?’ Elsa felt as if her chest would explode. ‘You had no right. It wasn’t yours to tell.’

  Rita held her in a steady gaze. ‘First of all, as your superior in The Mount, I had every right. Secondly, as your friend, surely you know I would never violate your trust and what’s yours to tell.’

  The sense of relief Elsa felt was so great that she found herself fighting back tears.

  ‘I’ve petitioned for Nick to be given access to the archives of Mount Vegas and The Mount in general, if he wants. We both know he belongs in The Mount, and I see no further reason for us to keep secrets from him.’ She snitched another fry. ‘And don’t give me that bullshit that after he finishes Tanya’s contract you’ll be happy to let him walk. I know that’s not true.’

  Elsa scrubbed a hand over her face and stared down at her untouched club sandwich. ‘No. I don’t want him to leave when Tanya’s contract is up. But it doesn’t matter what I want, does it? My role here has always been to bring Mount Vegas up to speed, to build it and its reputation until it’s ready to join The Mount as a full-fledged coven.’

  ‘Oh, give me a break, Elsa! I know the sales pitch. Hell, my mother wrote the fucking sales pitch. You’re here because you want to be. You love what you do and you’re good at it and so’s your team. You built Mount Vegas with a different twist, a vibrant twist that no other coven or potential coven has. Even when Vivienne was in control in London, do you know why she disliked you so much?’

  Elsa shook her head.

  ‘Because of your purity of purpose. She could find no fault in you no matter how hard she tried, and you were too far away for her to interfere with what you were doing, like she did with me. Plus I personally think she was afraid of you. I know I am.’ Rita leant forward across the table. ‘But your walls have been breached, sweetie. Might as well admit it and enjoy. And about damn time, that’s all I can say.’

  ‘My love life is not your business, Rita, no matter how good a friend you are.’

  ‘Of course it’s my business. You’re a sister in The Mount, and Nick can’t go back to where he was any more than you can. So it’s time you deal with it. And anyway, that’s not why I’m here.’

  They were interrupted by another knock and the waiter delivered a tray for Rita, who took it and returned to the table. ‘Eat your lunch, Elsa. You’ll need all your strength for what’s ahead of you.’ She sat down and met Elsa’s gaze across the full tray. ‘Nick told me about this Havers bloke. He also told me that you told him to go along with the man’s plan. Now I think it’s time you fill me in on all the details.’

  In the Beginning: The Story of Mount Vegas and How It Came To Be a Fledgling of The Mount

  By Alexandra ‘Beetle’ Crane Marcus, historian, Mount Vegas.

  There was a woman in Vegas making waves. She was a dangerous woman, who had no alliances and took no sides. She quickly became a powerful woman. She gave people their sexual fantasies, a look through the scope at their deepest desires, at their most erotic thoughts. There was a woman in Vegas who showed people the sex they wanted to see, the sex they wanted to experience, but were afraid to, and her name was Elsa Crane. No one knew who she was nor where she came from, but she gave Vegas a secret that everyone whispered about and everyone wanted. She drew people to her, competent people, people who could see her vision and who wanted to become a part of it. She caught people’s attention – powerful people, people who knew about sex and the human heart. First she drew to her Pike Harrison Danes, of the Houston Coven of The Mount. He was sent to her by the High Council to recruit her, to draw her into the family she didn’t know she had.

  Together, and with the blessing of the Roman High Council, Elsa Danes Crane and Pike Harrison Danes laid the foundations for Mount Vegas. And from that moment onward, the eyes of The Mount have been upon the work of Elsa Danes Crane and the vibrant organisation that she heads.

  Nick still couldn’t get his mind around it. The Mount really was a sex cult – a really ancient sex cult! His imagination conjured erotic romps in the Corinthian-pillared back rooms of the Roman Forum and in the high towers of mediaeval castles. That would be good for more than a few jerk-off sessions, he was certain. But what really stunned him was that such a sex cult’s power and influence could be so subtle that no one even knew about it, and yet so enormous that it was literally global.

  No wonder Talkabout magazine was brought to its knees. It was telling the truth, but then again, from what Nick could see, it was a truth so preposterous no one would believe it, and the magazine’s editor had to leave the country in disgrace. Rita Holly had given Nick permission to look at the Mount Vegas archives, for which Beetle was responsible. The Vegas branch of The Mount was only a few years old and had not yet attained coven status. Rita assured him that they weren’t witches – or at least some of them weren’t. He wasn’t sure if she had been joking or not. When he had asked Rita about Elsa, asked her to tell him why she claimed she didn’t exist, Rita told him it was Elsa’s story to tell when the time was right. He wished she’d given him a more comforting answer. However, she assured him that if he wanted to know more about The Mount, they could Skype. He figured Elsa would be furious when she found out, but he hadn’t seen Elsa. She’d sent Pagan to collect her BlackBerry, and he had told Nick that he’d be doing an act with Beetle tonight, and it was complicated.

  So now, here he was playing pool, which he was lousy at, wearing skinny fucking jeans, which he was uncomfortable in, and hanging out in a seedy bar he hadn’t known existed until tonight. He was being watched hungrily by two men sipping Coors Lite long necks and leaning on the bar, making sure he could see their junk through their jeans. It wasn’t actually a gay bar, Beetle told him. It was the kin
d of place where if you hung out long enough you were likely to hook up no matter who you were or what your tastes were. Another of Vegas’s best kept secrets. He was beginning to think he didn’t know his native town very well at all.

  He leant over the table, lined up his shot, and scratched. Again. He wondered if the top of the table was going to hold up under his assault until Beetle arrived. One of the men at the bar raised his bottle in Nick’s direction and blew him a kiss. Feeling stupid, Nick took a bow and turned back to the beleaguered table just as Beetle sauntered into the bar, gave a look around the room, then settled her gaze on him.

  ‘Here, let me take care of that for you,’ she said, grabbing a cue and coming to his side. He’d seen her in full drag when they were dressing in wardrobe, but he was still astonished at just how well Beetle pulled off the act. She wore a light jean jacket over a plain white T-shirt, one that fit loosely over her tightly bound breasts. It was clear through her snug black jeans that she was sporting a package. It was a soft cock, he’d been told, made for women who dressed in drag, made for women who wanted to know what it feels like to walk with a cock between their legs. They called it packing. She rubbed it up against his hip as she leant over the table. ‘Let’s start over, shall we? I’ll rack the balls.’

  She walked like a man, and the cadence of her voice would have passed for male. Her short, dark hair was styled like a man’s. Even the fake five o’clock shadow on her cheeks looked real. If Nick hadn’t known that it was Beetle leaning over him, fondling his thigh, he’d have thought some man was coming on to him.

  Beetle ordered two beers, which they didn’t drink. She seemed to know her way around a pool table much better than he did. But it was hard to pay attention to the game when their real game was to feel each other up and, fuck, if the cock in her jeans pressing against his thigh didn’t feel as real as his own. Only his was getting hard. How could it not be when her hand snaked under the edge of the pool table to stroke him through his jeans?

  The game devolved into groping and rubbing and teasing with the pool cues. And when Beetle’s tongue found its way into Nick’s mouth, he braced himself for what was coming next. ‘Don’t think I can wait much longer.’ She spoke against his lips. ‘I want to fuck your ass. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ She gave his cock a hard stroke.

  As the groping and fondling heated up, Beetle stuck a finger inside Nick’s belt and pulled him out behind the bar into an alley next to the trash bins. Then she shoved him forward against the wall and cranked his arm up behind his back. All of this he knew would happen, yet the adrenaline rush of being so handled shocked him, and the thrill of it went straight to his cock. Beetle pulled a bandana from her pocket and tied it over his eyes.

  ‘Wait a minute,’ he said. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ He didn’t have to fake the nervousness in his voice. Though loss of control seemed to be the norm since he had been with Mount Vegas, it still made him uneasy, still tightened his throat and made his pulse race.

  ‘I’m making it better,’ Beetle said against his ear. ‘Trust me, you’ll like it.’ Then, while his back was turned and his eyes covered, Beetle lowered her jeans and removed the soft cock. Though he couldn’t see, Nick knew that she then pulled a cock-shaped dildo from the inside pocket of her jacket and fitted it into the strap-on harness she already wore. With rough hands, she yanked and tugged at Nick’s skinny jeans and tiny undershorts until his arse was bared and his cock sprang at full point. She shoved and rearranged him until his back hole was exposed. Though it was still tender from last night, it was no less ready to play as she slathered him with lube. ‘Oh, you want this so bad, don’t you, slut?’ she whispered in his ear, and her fingers went to work on his anus. He nodded and grunted and cursed out loud when she pushed the dildo home, not lingering to caress and dilate his opening as Pike had. But the hot fire quickly turned to that different feeling of fullness he had never known before last night, and he soon forgot the discomfort.

  Then Beetle reached around him and began to stroke his cock while she thrust. ‘Fuck, slut, you’re filthy, aren’t you? All hard and heavy and ready to jizz the wall for me, aren’t you?’ She shoved in hard, and Nick swallowed a curse. ‘Aren’t you?’

  ‘Yessss,’ he hissed between his teeth. And then the tables turned. It was when his hand strayed to reach for Beetle’s hip to pull her in tighter that the fantasy unfolded. Nick’s fumbling fingers found the strap and followed it down to the base of the harness and the anchorage of the dildo.

  ‘What the fuck?’ He yanked off the handkerchief and pushed Beetle off, throwing her against the wall where she cowered. ‘What the hell are you playing at? Shit! You’re not a guy.’

  ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,’ Beetle gasped, suddenly sounding almost little girlish. ‘I only wanted to know what it felt like, what guys feel when they … when they do it to another man.’ Her words ended in a little yelp when Nick shoved up her shirt and found the clasps that held the binding in place. He ripped them free, resulting in a swirling spiral of cloth as he yanked and pulled until her small, pale breasts were exposed in the amber glow of the streetlight. She sucked in a harsh breath as he squeezed them and pinched her nipple.

  Then he kissed her on the mouth, hard and long and brutal, and they both came up gasping. ‘So did you like it?’

  ‘Oh God, yes! It was good. It was great. It was the hottest thing ever,’ she said, her words coming out in breathless little puffs.

  ‘But it didn’t take care of this, did it?’ He shoved a hand down between her legs, down below the strap-on, and fingered open her pussy. ‘Shit, that’s got to be the wettest cunt I’ve ever felt. Tell me, bitch, do you like it both ways? Cuz I figure you do.’

  Beetle nodded and whimpered as he gave her clit a hard pinch.

  ‘I like taking it up the ass,’ he said as his fingers fucked her wildly, making the strap-on bounce and sway beneath its decoration of binding cloth. ‘But I like to stud a bit of pussy now and then, and yours smells ripe and ready to be fucked.’

  With that, he turned her to the wall, spread her legs with a press of his knees, and buried his cock in her cunt, with her keening, ‘Oh God, oh God, oh God!’ Her tight little breasts bounced like jelly and her arse slapped back hard against him each time he thrust into her.

  ‘I’m gonna make you come, slut, then I’m gonna unload in your filthy little cunt.’ He thrust hard. ‘It’s all your fault, you and your girlie cock. I’ve never had a good pegging before, and I’m a sucker for new experiences, aren’t you?’

  Suddenly she convulsed and shivered all over. ‘Oh Christ, I’m coming! I’m coming!’

  She came so mightily it felt like she was having some kind of seizure. Her muscular body was small, but powerful, and it was all Nick could do to hold on to her. Before he could regain control, before he knew what was happening, she pushed back hard, then pulled herself off his cock, twisting out from between him and the wall. She grabbed his arm as she did and pinned it up behind his back again. He growled and felt his shoulder pop with just enough tension to make him think twice about struggling. And fuck, before he could catch his breath, she was up in his arse again, deep and hard. He had been warned that the woman was a mixed martial artist, and he made a mental note never to make her mad.

  ‘I like it both ways, cunt,’ she breathed in his ear. ‘But right now, I want to see you jizz the wall while I fuck your ass. I bet those balls are heavy down there between your legs, all full and distended.’ She offered a sigh. ‘Sadly, there’s no way for me to know what that feels like, is there? So I’ll just have to experience it vicariously.’ She gave the weight of him a cupping and a squeezing, then she manoeuvred herself just so the rake and thrust of the dildo was maddening against his prostate. He ground back against her in his struggle to get more while she cupped his balls and kneaded. ‘Show me how you jerk off,’ she demanded. ‘I want to see how a real man takes care of his cock. Show me. Help me get you there.’

  He spat on his p
alm and thrust his erection into his fist, shoving at it like it was a hungry snatch while Beetle ploughed his arsehole like she was riding a pogo stick.

  ‘Come for me, slut,’ she huffed against the back of his neck. ‘Come for me.’ He thrust and jerked, and Beetle humped and pushed. He could feel the brick abrading his forearm in his efforts to protect his face from Beetle’s woman-handling, yet the harder she thrust forward the harder he thrust back. Jesus, the woman was driving him crazy!

  The last sane thought he had before his cock erupted in spurt after spurt against the wall and Beetle bellowed out another orgasm was how hot Elsa would get watching this mixed-up gender-bender they’d just pulled off. The image of her finger-fucking herself in front of the computer screen, watching Beetle peg his arse, the image of her tugging at her nipples and grinding against the furniture in the control room, made his orgasm sweeter and hotter as he and Beetle collapsed in a heap. He tugged his jeans up enough to protect his bare arse from the gravel as Beetle settled onto his lap in a flurry of tongue kisses while she continued to stroke the strap-on, still wet with lube that smelled of strawberries.

  ‘I think your ass is going to be very popular,’ she whispered in his ear, once they were sure the cameras were off and the act had ended.

  He gave his softening dick a stroke in empathy with her attention to the strap-on. ‘Possibly, but I’m hoping my cock will be even more so.’

  Her laughter was a warm against his neck. ‘Trust me, your cock is already the toast of Mount Vegas, and beyond.’