She nodded.
“What’s your name?”
“Don’t worry about asking because I wasn’t planning on giving it,” she teased. “One night is all I want.”
“One night, huh?”
“No strings attached and we go our separate ways,” she added.
Brock took a moment to assess her from head to toe, which wasn’t all that easy since she was seated facing the bar, but he loved what he saw. On top of that, the innocent scent underlying her expensive perfume was getting to his head. Did she taste as sweet as she smelled? This was all too good to be true.
“What’s the catch, Princess?”
She shrugged. “There’s no catch at all. I want something and you can give me that.”
As if demonstrating, she crossed her legs towards him and the heel of her stilettos brushed against his jeans.
Brock leaned in closer to her and more than a few seconds passed without her opposition. He stroked his palm upward against her leg, starting at her knee and pausing near the top of her thigh.
“I don’t think you can handle what I have,” he told her.
“Try me.”
“Then let’s quit the small talk.” He slid off the chair and held out his hand, palm up. “Let’s go someplace quieter.”
She looked around nervously. “Isn’t there a room in the back where we can do this? I thought this place catered to hook ups.”
“Do you think I’m gonna fuck someone as beautiful and delectable as you in the back of this nightclub? No, Princess.” He took her hand and leaned in to press his lips to her ear. “I’m gonna take you so hard. When I get done with you, you’ll be lucky enough to have the strength to stand in those sexy fuck-me stilettos you have on. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her heated breath folding against the skin on his neck.
Hand-in-hand, they walked out of LIVE nightclub into the parking lot and into the cold dry air.
Chapter 2
Chelsey Canon couldn’t believe she was going through with this. She didn’t even know this guy. But that’s what she wanted. A one night stand with a complete stranger. Not just any stranger. She was sick of giving her all during sex with her ex-boyfriends only to be unsatisfied in the end. She hadn’t dated anyone for over six months and had even promised herself to become celibate until she found the right man to marry. Maybe she couldn’t have her cake and eat it too. Maybe finding the right man and great sex was like finding a needle in a haystack. So why not have great sex while the right man came along? She had become miserable and downright horny waiting.
There was really no dare at all. This was all her idea. She had lied to the sexy wolf shifter. But even as she caught a glimpse of his sexy ass filling out his jeans as he led her away from the nightclub, she knew she was already invested in having sex with him.
The man was the perfect representation of a bad boy with his black shirt pulled taut across his chest muscles, the six o’ clock shadow on his handsome face, the way he wore his denim fitted against his ass, and the slow and easy gait of his walk. He was the type of man that she had never brought home to her dad—her uptight, overbearing dad who was also the State Governor. Her identity was another reason why Chelsey hadn’t given her name to the stranger and was also the reason she had worn more makeup than she usually did. Her parents tried to keep her out of the limelight as security measures, but every so often she’d end up in papers or tabloids. Her dad wasn’t exactly popular with the shifters of this town. She didn’t get into politics at all. She often hated the fact that her dad was the Governor. She hated the attention and the responsibility of pretending to be someone she wasn’t. Going away to college had been her first taste of freedom.
“Well, what’s it gonna be?” he asked, as they came to the middle of the lot yards away from the nightclub. “My place or yours?”
“Neither.”
“You got someplace else in mind?” he asked.
Under the full light of the moon, she was able to see him up close. He was gorgeous in a ruggish kind of way. His blond hair was disheveled in every direction possible atop his head. He didn’t seem to care. She was sure he knew just how good-looking he was. He used his charm on her as though he were certain she wouldn’t say no to him. His blue eyes roamed over her body as if he couldn’t wait to get her alone. She had almost forgotten that he wasn’t human, but a full-blood shifter.
“I’m new to the area.” It was partly true. Her parents had moved two counties over after her father had won the election last year, which was also the same year she moved out to live on the college campus upstate. “My family just moved here. What about a hotel? A nice one,” she replied. “I’ll follow you.”
He grinned. “I’m on the bike over there.” He pointed to a group of Harley’s near the back of the lot.
“I’m in the white Lexus,” she said. “See you in a little bit.”
Chapter 3
Chelsey sat on the edge of the bed in the dimly lit hotel room. She tried to think of something to say once the sexy shifter came back. He’d led them to a five-star hotel on the edge of town and secured the room. The units weren’t cheap. Chelsey knew this because her mom got pedicures in one of the salons right next to the hotel whenever she was in town.
The door rattled and he ventured back inside holding a tiny aluminum bucket with a bottle of champagne inside of it. He set it down on the nightstand and advanced toward her like a hungry wolf.
God, he smelled good. Like a mix of cologne, male, and some other spicy aroma she couldn’t identify. He tested the distance slowly before he laced his fingers with her hair. His palm ended up against her cheeks. Surprisingly, his skin was soft and she pressed her face into it.
“I’m going to make your body feel good, Princess,” he rasped just before grasping the back of her neck and bringing his lips down to hers, kissing her deeply.
Even the stilettos didn’t bring her level to his height. He had to have been close to six feet, four inches tall. Chelsey lifted herself up on her toes to get a better angle. Hell, he even tasted good and soon the heated blood in her veins turned into pure lust and determination. Her panties were already wet by the time his hands reached her ass where he kneaded her flesh softly.
He led her back awkwardly, past the bed, until her back hit the wall. Their lips parted and his mouth landed on her neck and he kissed her throat.
Chelsey’s breaths came in uneasy pants. She supposed it was a combination of the excitement of meeting a stranger who she was definitely attracted to and actually following through with her promise to herself. To find a man that would please her thoroughly in bed. She was already off to a good start. Right then and there, she resolved to let go of her reservations, be herself, and demand what she wanted.
She trembled as his knee made its way between her legs. Her sex rested over his thighs and she was certain the wetness had soaked through her panties. His lips nipped hers over and over gently and both of his hands were everywhere. On her ass, thighs, and neck. All of his attention was focused on her, as it should’ve been.
Chelsey grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged the tail end out from his jeans. She pressed her fingers against his rock hard abs, and then led them down to his bulge. He was so thick and hard that she nearly came undone touching him.
“You’re sexy as fuck and you smell so wickedly good,” he whispered against her throat.
Pure excitement pulsed between her legs. She wanted to be fucked right then.
He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it down. He loosened his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. Before she could get a good look at what she knew was the biggest cock, she’d ever encountered he pushed her skirt up, grabbed her about the waist, and pressed her body up against the wall full force. He was hot against her, his mouth roaming over her lips in the most sensual dance that she’d ever experienced. His palms slid up between her top and stroked her breasts. She had more than enough to fill his big hands. He moaned in
satisfaction, pulled her top over her head and then tossed it down with his shirt.
“Jesus,” he exclaimed, getting an eyeful. “Fuck yeah.”
He leaned in and pulled one taut bud between his lips. He alternated between both breasts, sucking them in and then flicking them gently with his expert tongue. He used the same amount of urgency kissed her breasts as he did with her mouth. Her back was firm against the wall and her knees became weak as tension built up within her core. His six o’ clock stubble brushed against her skin and against her firm nipples. With every suck, a wave of passion licked through her.
Chelsey had never experienced an orgasm from a man sucking her nipples, but sure enough, a shower of ecstasy poured through her and her pussy clenched and grew wetter. Her body trembled lightly against the wall when he blew warm air onto her areola.
“Oh…”
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Princess?” he asked, rising again to kiss her neck and collarbone again.
He slid his hands between her legs and his fingers found their way between the seat of her panties and her pussy. He pushed his fingers between her wet folds. Her thighs shook as he explored her sensitive sex and gently stroked her clit.
This was torture and ecstasy all rolled into one. He knew his way around a woman’s body and he wasn’t shy about letting her know that. He drove two big fingers up into her and her tight canal milked his digits.
“You aren’t anywhere near ready, Princess. You’re fucking tight,” he murmured against her chest, pumping into her slickness.
The sexy stranger went down on his knees, kissing along the insides of her thighs, taking her panties down her legs with him. Before Chelsey could protest, he removed her stilettos and sat them off to the side. He took one of her feet and propped it on the edge of a chair.
As he pressed his lips to her sex he groaned—no, growled—into it. Her legs nearly gave out from under her. He licked up and down the full length of her slit like it was the last course and only course of a meal. His moans of pleasure turned her on so much. He grabbed her hips and drove his tongue into her tightness over and over again. His finger took over where his tongue had once plundered and he flicked zealously at her needy clit. There was no use trying to hold her screams of passion inside. The urges were just too intense.
Chelsey gripped the back of his head, welcoming his expert tongue with vehement need. Her mind flooded with incoherent nonsense, her vision became clouded, and her body began to quiver uncontrollably. She moaned aloud as an orgasm so great hit her, the force of it rocked her very core. The sexy mouth between her legs licked until the last remnants of her climax had faded away.
He set her leg down and then rose to kiss her during the aftermath. “Do you taste how sweet you are?”
“Fuck me now,” she whispered against his lips.
“Someone is a little impatient, aren’t we?” he teased.
His cock had escaped his waistband and was so large that it brushed against her.
“Please, do it now. I can’t stand it.” What had this stranger done to her?
“I love when a woman knows what she wants. Don’t worry. I know just what you need.”
He picked her up in his arms and in three long strides reached the oversized bed. He dropped her onto it, pushed his pants down, and came over her on the bed.
She pointed to the purse lying in the middle of the bed. “I have a condom in my purse.”
“If you insist, Princess, but I don’t carry disease.”
“But I’m not on anything.” She grabbed her purse and handed him a condom. He took it out of the package and rolled it down over his thick cock. She almost thought it wouldn’t fit as he struggled to roll it down to the hilt.
“This will do for one round,” he said. “But I hope you brought more.”
“More…?” she whispered.
He grinned. “Yes, Princess. I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
Without another word, his hard cock slid down against her clit until it slipped past her folds to finally sink in about two inches deep. He dropped the full force of his weight between her thighs, shoving her legs apart even more.
Chelsey let out a strained cry of pleasure when he drove the entire length of his cock into her sex. She felt completely impaled to the bed. Massive jolts of pleasure pulsed through her as he began to rock back and forth within her. She clenched her teeth and dug her nails into his back while they adjusted to each other’s size.
“Ah, fuck yeah,” he groaned, pulling all the way out of her and then thrusting forward into her again hard.
She screamed. He cupped her ass and stroked in and out of her with concentrated thrusts. When her muscles relaxed she joined him in rhythm, opening herself up to him and pushing her hips forward. He pummeled himself into her until she came undone again beneath him. Only this time, it wasn’t his tongue that brought her to orgasm. His hard shaft brushed against her swollen clit and sent her into a climax. No man had ever fucked her to climax. This man, this sexy shifter, would be the first.
Moments later, his muscles tensed and he exploded, grunting in pure satisfaction. Something hot pulsed up into her. If she wasn’t mistaken, that was an indication that maybe the condom had broken. Her body was pure putty and her mind was too gone to think on it now. Her orgasm lasted for several minutes as his semen coated her insides, taking her on the strongest sexual high ever.
He rested his forehead against hers, breathing against her neck as they both came down from the orgasm. When his cock slipped out, so did remnants of his seed. He rolled off of her and peeled off what was left of the rubber.
“Human condoms and shifters don’t normally mix,” he said.
“Oh my God…” she breathed, although she could barely manage a sentence after having the best sex of her life.
“Don’t worry. You’re not all that fertile today. Likelihood of you getting pregnant tonight is slim to none.”
“What? So, you can detect when I’m fertile?”
He nodded. “The majority of shifters can. It’s normal.”
“Unbelievable,” she mumbled.
“Just think back on when you last ovulated and do the math.”
Chelsey laughed. “My mind is too messed up right now to do math. I’ll take your word for it.”
“Was it good? Did I meet your expectations?” he asked, turning over on his side and grinning at her.
“Yes,” she blushed. The absolute best.
“That was just a warm-up, Princess. This wolf ain’t done with you yet.”
Chapter 4
“I don’t give a shit,” Dane Magnus, Alpha of the Aspen Valley Pack exclaimed, pounding his fist down on the table. “Garrett and the others may be halfway across the County by now but we have work to do. This is the best time right now. The governor left about two days ago on a business trip with his wife, so the home is clean.”
Brock, along with his blood brothers and three other crew members, were known as the Aspen Valley Outlaws. Only Brock, Dane, and Raoulf were present tonight and seated around an old oak table in Dane’s home.
After Dane rose to Alpha of the Aspen Valley Pack, the ranks had shifted a bit. Dane couldn’t actively run with the outlaws since he had a Pack and Pack lands to protect, but he did give orders. Raoulf became their secondary leader and Brock was third in line after that.
“So the only plan you’ve come up with his that we go to his house and raid the shit in his office in search of a safe,” Brock inquired.
“That’s the plan we had before. Police force and government officials raid our shit all the time. Our homes, our restaurants…and our nightclub. Fortunately, we have enough informants telling us that the mansion isn’t occupied and won’t be for at least a couple more days. We just need him to take a hint.”
“How do we know the safe has what we’re looking for in it?” Raoulf asked.
“We don’t,” Dane said. “We’re after more than just the safe. We’re going in there and we’re going to c
onfiscate anything we know will be valuable in getting him to stop the eminent domain execution. We all know his legacy isn’t squeaky clean, but if we don’t have concrete evidence then there’s nothing stopping everyone else from shrugging the rumors off their shoulders about their wishy-washy governor.”
“And you think they’ll believe us more once we have the agreements we’re looking for?” Brock questioned. “What’s stopping them from calling the papers fictitious? What’s to say that the public won’t continue to label us liars, disregarding anything we present to them?”
Dane shook his head. “You’re getting ahead of yourself. The plan is to get the governor to stop all eminent domain proceedings before we ever present the information to the public. If he wants his reputation to remain squeaky clean, then we want him to leave our properties the hell alone. If he doesn’t comply…”
“…Then you’re suggesting we open up a can of worms,” Raoulf concluded.
Dane nodded. “Damn right, I am. Something tells me that the governor doesn’t want the public to know how wishy-washy he is. He knowingly helped many shifters expand business operations into his hometown. Heck, he even helped some Tellevue County shifters by approving private funding that fattened his pockets and that of the bank he co-owns. Now he wants to mimic the eminent domain proceedings of another state and use his governor title to strip it all away from us. I don’t know what the other Packs were up against, but these are our lands and we won’t be moved. That’s not how it works in Aspen Valley.”
“We hear you, bro,” Brock said. “Question is…when?”
“Tonight,” said the Alpha.
Chapter 5
Chelsey finished painting the last toenail fire engine red and screwed the cap on. Leaving the wedges of toilet paper stuff between her toes, she waddled into the bathroom to relieve herself.
The mansion was pretty quiet and she liked it that way. The help dad hired to clean up when he was around had been given paid leave since her dad was visiting his business colleagues in the Midwest. Chelsey was more than relieved that they were gone and couldn’t hound her about her GPA any longer. Who cared about a GPA these days? Since when did a GPA measure someone’s ability to survive? The last time she checked, her dad hadn’t been the smartest in either high school or college and he’d somehow managed to co-own and operate one of the biggest private owned banks in the state and get elected to serve as Governor.
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