Her eyes look anywhere but at me, and the blush on her face creeps all the way in until her cheeks are bright pink. I smile because she’s so damn cute. But I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.
‘Close your eyes and tell me what you want me to do?’
She closes her eyes like I’ve asked, and I take in the pink blush of her cheeks, the darker pink of her lips, and the dark contrast her lashes make against her skin. Her breaths are still a little ragged from her orgasm, and she is trying hard to speak out and tell me what it is she wants. But something is holding her back.
‘How about I close my eyes too?’
Her eyes open and she smiles, nodding. I do, and I keep to my word and keep them closed. ‘Now I need you to tell me exactly what you want, beautiful. You’re the boss, okay? I will do exactly what you say.’
‘Okay,’ she says, all breathy and sexy as fuck. Jesus, if there is a more painful method of torture I’m not aware of it. If my balls get any tighter or my dick any harder, I swear I’ll die. I have to stop myself from pistoning my hips against her leg and dry humping her like a dog.
‘I want everything,’ she whispers, and I sigh. My dick is weeping in relief, and my ball sack is singing ‘god save my ejaculation.’ I have to swallow before I can answer because I swear my voice will be an octave higher from the torture of holding back.
‘Tell me what you want me to do.’ I manage without squeaking thank fuck.
‘Please, will you…will you make love to me?’
HELL YES!! I’ve never made love. EVER. I’ve fucked, sure. But that’s not what this was going to be, by a long shot. No, I am going to make sweet fucking love to my girl. And she IS going to be my girl—she just doesn’t know it for sure yet. But she will.
‘Are you sure?’ I ask, praying to all the sex gods in the sky that she doesn’t change her mind.
‘I’m sure,’ she whispers. I look at her now, and her big blues are wide, and she’s smiling, holding my face in her hands. I smile back as her hands reach my boxers and she pushes the elastic down and over my ass. I kiss her, and I shudder as the scent of her arousal overpowers the fear. I don’t want her scared again, so I lie on my back and pull her up so she’s straddling me. It surprises her, and I have to wonder what her sexual experiences were before… I close my eyes against that thought, and I reach up to stroke her face.
‘This is about you taking control, okay?’
She nods, looking worried.
‘When you’re ready, just lower yourself onto me.’ I can already feel that she’s more than ready as my dick is pushed lengthways against her pussy.
She fumbles around a little bit and then looks embarrassed as she says, ‘Brad, I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done this. I’m sorry.’ She goes pink again and tries to move off me. But I don’t let her.
‘Hold your weight on your knees.’ I hold my dick at her opening. ‘Now, when you’re ready, just move down as far as you’re comfortable, okay?’
She smiles shyly, but she doesn’t waste time and before I know it I’m seated inside her hot-as-hell pussy, and the soldiers are screaming to be released. Like the fuckers are ready to go to war. Maiya stays still like she’s adjusting to having me inside. And I’m fucking glad because if she moves, I’m going to blow. I take in a deep breath and recite all the older females names from the pack back home, in my head, as I exhale.
‘Is it hurting?’ she asks again, trying to get off, but I hold her hips in place.
‘No, it feels fucking amazing.’
Then her pussy clenches around my dick and OH… my fuck… Betty… Amelia…Rose… Theresa… Oh… she moves her hips a little more… Paula… Margaret… Jesus fuck… I hold her hips in place, stilling her. I sit up, so we’re face to face, and I kiss her for all I’m worth. This is a first for me. I’ve never given sexual control to anyone before, but giving this to Maiya made it all the more special for me. I pull away, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth.
‘Are you ready?’ I ask. And giggling she nods. ‘Hold on to me,’ I tell her, and her arms come up around my neck. I hold her by the hips, and I thrust up. We get into a rhythm together until we are both panting. Her breathy moans stir something inside me, and I go faster, grinding our lower bodies together. The walls of her pussy start to pulsate and clamp around me, and I’m all but screaming her name. ‘Feels so fucking good,’ I grunt out while she moans louder and louder with each thrust. I know when the moment hits because she bites into my shoulder and her body stills. I go over with her, and I kick out my orgasm inside her. Fuck me. So intense—as though my body has stored that shit up and is angry at me—it’s kicking out with such force. I moan as light flashes behind my eyelids, and I grip her hips like I might fall off the edge of the bed if I don’t. Fucking amazing. I want to stay where I am and just bask in the amazing fucking feeling, but I need to make sure she’s okay. I crack my lids and see a look of pure ecstasy shining right back at me. Her beautiful blues are wide, and her mouth is open with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she looks deep into me. I think I could fucking fly right now.
‘Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?’ I ask suddenly wondering if I went to hard for our first time. She shakes her head though.
‘It was perfect.’
Well, shit if my ego doesn’t inflate. I kiss her lips and wrap my arms around her. There are jokes pinging off in my mind about being perfect, but I keep my mouth shut, so I don’t ruin the moment. I’m elated because she’s smiling and we got her past the first hurdle.
‘You were perfect,’ I tell her, making her smile.
‘Do you want me to move so you can—’
‘I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay right here until you’re ready,’ I tell her
‘I’m kinda tired.’
So I start to lift her up, but she clamps her legs around me. ‘I don’t want you to move. Is it okay if we lie like this?’
Is it okay? Is it fucking okay? Damn straight it is. ‘Whatever you want, beautiful.’
Still straddling me, she lays her head on my chest. And then it’s just us, breathing together in sync. I’m still hard as steel inside her—how after that orgasm I have no clue. But the boy is still up. It’s not long before Maiya’s breathing changes, and I know she’s asleep. I should move her and get showered, but I just want to lie here.
A LOUD BANG wakes me, and Brad jumps from the bed to look out of the window.
‘Fuck!’ he shouts. ‘Maiya, get some clothes on quickly.’
I leap up and pull my clothes on, almost falling over trying to get my jeans pulled up. The way he said it, and the way he’s acting, makes me think something is seriously wrong.
‘What is it?’
‘Sweetheart, listen to me. Something bad is going down, and I need you to stay here and hide—’
‘Brad,’ Jared shouts from the hall. He goes running out of the door, looking back. ‘Maiya, go to Zoe and Devon. Stay together.’ As he says that Zoe comes hurtling up the stairs and grabs my hand. Brad and Jared disappear down the stairs, and I’m in complete shock. Zoe tugs on my arm. ‘Maiya, move. We need to move now.’ I come to my senses and follow her lead. We enter another room and find Devon peering out of the window. I rush to it and see the whole pack descending on another group in the middle of the courtyard. A huge truck stuck in the wall is belching out flames and at the centre of the oncoming gang is a woman. The one from my nightmares.
‘Oh, my God,’ Devon whispers. ‘She’s alive.’ With that, she bolts from the window to the door, yanking on the knob. But it won’t open. We’re locked in.
‘Zoe, let me out. Give me the key!’ Devon demands. Zoe looks upset.
‘I don’t have it,’ she murmurs, shaking her head. Devon screams in frustration and kicks the door. ‘Devon, Jared doesn’t want you out there. That’s obviously why he’s locked us in. We need to stay here so he knows you’re safe. He can’t deal with this if he knows you’re out there. He’ll be out of his mind and could get hurt. Y
ou don’t want that, right?’ Devon blows out a frustrated breath and takes a seat back up at the window.
‘Fuck, Zoe. There are too many of them. Where is the American pack? Jesus Christ, Zoe, they’re going to get killed.’ With that, she pulls the window open and starts looking for a way down. I look across the compound, and all I can see is men, wolves, and huge foxes fighting. It’s like something from a movie. Then I see Brad and my stomach twists. I watch as he takes on two men as big as he is. I don’t want to look. I want to throw up, but I can’t take my eyes away from him. The first man goes down with a fist to his jaw. The second attacks and Brad is exchanging blow after blow with him. Brad is bleeding and looks like he’s badly injured, but he never stops. He grabs the guy and pulls him into a headlock, and in a second, it’s over. The guy is on the floor, blank eyes staring up. Dead.
Relief floods me, but no sooner do I feel it, it’s gone because there are so many, too many. Devon is still trying to climb from the window. It’s a second-floor window, so it’s not going to be easy. But she’s determined to go.
‘Devon, stop. You need to stay,’ I tell her.
‘Fuck this. I’m not going to stand by while Jared goes to war with my mother. I need to end this.’
‘What can you do?’ Zoe asks, exasperated.
‘I’m going to the lock up and getting the guns. I’ll put a fucking bullet in her head.’
Zoe, although telling her to stay put, looks resigned to the fact she isn’t going to win this one.
‘Okay, but you come up the stairs and let us out first, okay? We can get the guns out to our guys together.’
Devon nods and then jumps. I scream out and think I’m going to find her in a heap at the bottom when I lean over, but I don’t, she’s up and running to the front of the house. I scan the area again, trying to locate Brad, but I can’t see him amid all the chaos.
The door flies open, and both Zoe and I turn, to find Devon holding what looks like the biggest gun I’ve ever seen. Handing it to Zoe, she tells her to cover as much ground with it as she can, without hitting our boys. Then she grabs me by the hand, and we take off running. I’m not sure where we’re going, but I don’t question her. I just follow. We go through a door in the kitchen, which I’d not paid attention to before. It’s a larder: long, thin, and cold. Wooden boxes line the shelves on the walls, and Devon is prying the lids off and taking as many guns as she can carry. So I do the same, following suit. The guys had been taken by surprise and hadn’t had the time to get weapons. If Devon is going out there, then so am I. I gather as many as I can and copy what Devon is doing, filling them with bullets and stuffing them in the waistband of her jeans. I can hear all the noise outside—to say I’m scared shitless is an understatement, but I will not sit back while Brad is in danger. When we have full waistbands, we fill more and carry as many as we can out to the front of the house. Devon hasn’t said a word, but she doesn’t need to. I know what she is doing, and I’m going right along with her.
‘Stay low but get as many to the guys as possible,’ she tells me before she runs head on towards the fighting. The first guy I come across is Brody. I give him a gun. He’s a mess, but he’s still fighting. I come across a girl brandishing a knife, but she seems to be protecting him, so I move along, dodging the fights and trying like hell not to be seen. It doesn’t last long though, and I’m grabbed by the back of my top and pulled up into the air. The next thing I know I’m sailing backwards, my head spinning and then just black...
FUCK ME—WE need weapons. We’re seriously outnumbered and need an advantage. I’m bleeding like a motherfucker from my side, and they just keep on coming—like fucking lemmings. I grab a guy heading straight for Jared and make quick work of him. He was so focused on Jared, he didn’t see me coming. I’m about to turn for another when I see Devon’s mother. What the fuck? I saw her die. I watched her kill herself.
The noise is unreal, and my ears are ringing. I blink, and there’s another kitsune attacking me. Before long we’ll be swamped. We can only fight for so long. I’m in the middle of the courtyard, and we’re trying like fuck to keep a line and not let anyone pass and get to the house. But it’s becoming harder and harder every second. I hear gunfire, and I think for sure this is it because we didn’t have time to grab weapons. The bastard about to attack me is running full throttle with his teeth bared when another shot rings out, and he drops to the floor, a hole in his forehead. Fuck me. I don’t have time to see where it’s coming from but it’s friendly fire, so I’m not complaining. A kitsune in its animal form comes tearing at me, and all I see is teeth. Thinking fucking fast, I lift my foot and roundhouse the fucker. Someone jumps on my back and has me in a chokehold. Motherfucker. I go to my knees, gasping, trying like hell to get a breath in, and then, all of a sudden, I’m released. The weight of him is gone from my back. Howard. Thank fuck. We don’t have time for thank yous and handshakes—we just get right back in there.
I see a flash of long dark hair, and it stops me in my tracks. Jesus Christ. Devon is hauling ass through us all, wielding a gun, taking shots and doing a fucking good job too.
I take a hit to the jaw, and it dazes me, but I swing for the bastard who landed it. Looking to my right, I see Devon heading towards Jared, who is also neck deep in shit. I try to get that way, but before I manage it, three crowd me in.
‘So this is fun!’ I grin. As the first comes at me, I block his fist with my arm and take a kick to the stomach from another. Now that shit’s not going to fly. I need to think fast and get the fuck over to Jared. With the wind knocked out of me, I hesitate just a second too long, and I take a huge hit to the nose. But I’m not an easy knockout. Takes a lot of brute force to take me down. I’m just thankful they don’t have weapons. I hear more shots ring out and see more go down, including one of the fuckers in my little party. I look to the right and see Jared, two guns in hand, and Devon right behind him. His face is pure hatred. Devon is taking down just as many as he is. I get another sucker punch to the gut while I’m still trying to catch my breath. But again Jared takes aim and one, right after the other, falls to the ground. He stands in front of me, guns raised, while I get up and take a couple of weapons from Devon.
‘The woman… she was here. I saw her,’ I shout to Jared over the noise. We’re shooting like we’re in the wild fucking west. But it’s a hell of a lot easier than having blows raining down on me. I get a kitsune, in its fox form, snapping its jaws at me while it leaps through the air. I fire and hit its shoulder, but it isn’t deterred and continues its attack. I fire again, but before I can take the bastard out, it grips my arm in its jaw. Fuck.
Jared grunts next to me and I realise he is also under a fuck load of pressure fighting them in animal form. I’m not sure what the fuck they are because this isn’t what I imagined them to look like. They are fucking huge and have teeth like razors. In honesty, it shocks the fuck out of me. We don’t normally see them this way. My arm is torn up, and I’m still bleeding from my side. I reload, courtesy of Devon, and fire off more rounds, taking out four more.
We seem to be dealing with more in animal form than human now. But that at least means we can’t get mixed up about who is who.
I move forward, making sure we have a secure circle, and we can see all sides. Jared won’t be happy about Devon being here, I know because I wouldn’t be, but right now she’s a fucking godsend. I’m sure, when this is over—if we all make it out, that he’ll go fucking mental.
I’m firing round after round when I see Maiya on the ground. Everything sort of moves in slow motion. Jared must see her at the same time because he yells for me to go. I’m running in to save her, but every kitsune approaching her is shot dead. Maiya is braced on the floor, and she has a gun in each hand, her knees apart, and she is hitting the kitsunes like targets as though she does this every day and is a practised shot. I spot Brody and his little fucking sister at his side. What is it with these fucking women? I’m not going to leave Maiya’s side though. I spot H
oward in the fray. He looks like he's taken the world on, but he’s still standing. I pull Maiya up and move us, taking out one after another, shot by shot. They aren’t slowing, and I’m worried we’ll run out of bullets before we can finish this.
‘Stay behind me,’ I shout, but Maiya doesn’t listen, taking aim and firing at another. Dead. Fucking exceptional shot. But I don’t have time to celebrate that because I see the woman, and I’m torn. Do I go after her and take Maiya further into the fight? No. Keep her safe.
I watch as Devon’s mother approaches Jared. And again it’s like watching a scene in slow motion unfold, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. ‘JARED!’ I shout. But he doesn’t hear me. Fuck! I grab Maiya’s hand and drag her along with me, but I’m not fast enough. As he reloads his gun, the bitch sticks a knife in his back. He doesn’t go down, but he stumbles enough for her to take another stab at him. A shot whizzes past my head, and just as she is going to take another blow, she drops the knife and screams out in pain. Jared gets her by the throat and puts a gun to her head. There are kitsunes everywhere. Jared says something in her ear and her face changes. The fact we’ve caught her is enough for the kitsunes to start retreating. We’ll have to regroup and revisit these fuckers on our terms. We’re all standing in the compound, looking like we’ve just fallen out of the First World War. I’m beat, and I’m grateful for the reprieve, but it’s a fucking mess.
Howard walks through the kitsune bodies putting a bullet in their heads. No comebacks, no mistakes. I can finally breathe. I take Maiya in my arms and cuddle the fuck out of her. If I don’t, I’ll go ballistic at her. Her breathing is ragged, and I hold her close until it evens out.
‘You okay?’ I ask her.
Tears swim in her eyes as she nods. ‘I thought you were going to die,’ she says, sobbing.
‘Shhhhhhh, sweetheart. I’m okay. Come on, let’s sort this shit out and get you inside.’ She nods, and we head over to Jared. Zoe is there with a medical kit already and is patching him up. Howard is still firing off shots into bodies, making sure. On the floor, at Jared and Devon’s feet, is the bitch herself.
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