I swallow. Shit.
‘Okay.’ I don’t really know what the fuck to say. ‘Just do what you feel is right, and I’ll direct you from there, okay?’
Her head bobs in agreeance. I watch as her mouth opens wide, and I slide in. The feel of her tongue swirling around the head of my dick is like none I can describe. Warm and wet and fucking amazing. Maiya is really good at this. No guidance necessary. I hold her head with my hands. Now in any normal situation, I would be fucking her mouth, I would be making her gag and still going. But this is not any normal situation. The power is not mine. It’s all hers. Her head is moving as her mouth takes me in and out making her cheeks hollow, she goes faster and faster. The moans I’m giving her provide the confidence she needs. I keep still, and I almost have a brain aneurysm making my body stay fucking put. But the way she takes me in all the fucking way makes me wonder if she has a gag reflex at all. Jesus. Who knew it could be this fucking amazing. I’m almost ready to blow, and I don’t want to do it in her mouth. She’s not ready for that yet. I pull back, but her greedy mouth follows and before I know it I’m backed up to the wall, water cascading down my body and she goes at it like an Olympian going for gold. I throw my head back and groan as my dick kicks out my orgasm and she swallows it down like a champ. Nothing. And I mean fucking nothing looks hotter than Maiya blinking up at me with my cock in her mouth. Beautiful. When she stands, I can’t speak. She just gave me the best head I’ve ever had, and she has no fucking idea.
‘Was it okay?’
My eyes widen at her question. She really doesn’t have a clue. ‘Fuck me, sweetheart. It was more than okay.’ That gets me a shy smile. Shit, she’s so damn pretty. ‘It was fucking perfect,’ I tell her honestly. She grins a little now before going all coy on me. Turning her back to me she starts washing her hair. I’m still stuck in the same spot like I grew roots. Unable to move. Yes, it was that fucking good. I lift my arms and run them around her waist, pulling her arse back into me. I kiss her neck, nibbling as I go. ‘Tell me if it gets too much,’ I whisper against her ear. I want to worship her body. Every goddamn inch of it. And before I’m done here in the shower I will do just that.
‘Just don’t restrain me,’ she whispers back. I turn us around so that she’s against the wall, and I go to my knees, the water beating down hard on my back. The look of anticipation in her eyes has me all worked up—she knows what’s coming next. I spread her legs wide enough to fit me, and I go to work. Her clit seems to have a direct channel to her mouth because every time I flick my tongue along it, a moan escapes her beautiful lips. With my mouth against her pussy, I look up, and the view is breath taking. Her perfect navel, and above that, her tits, so fucking beautiful and perfect. Her pink nipples are pebbled in arousal. Her neck is stretched as her chin juts out because her head is thrown back as another moan slips from her plump pink lips. I lap at her wetness and slide a finger inside. She groans in appreciation, and I pump that finger in and out while teasing her clit. No sooner have I got a second finger inside, her walls start clamping down around me, squeezing my fingers so tight and spurring me to go faster. I lap at her clit—flattening my tongue as her come slides down my fingers, coating me.
She pants. ‘Oh… Brad…’ I continue to finger fuck her, seeing her through her orgasm and it’s not long before she’s curled herself around me because she can’t take anymore. I suck my fingers into my mouth as she watches through half closed eyes. Not about to waste that.
‘Let’s get you in bed—you look exhausted.’ I wrap her in a towel, and she does the same with her hair, and then she lies on the bed while I get dressed and sorted. We are supposed to be going out for food, but it doesn’t look much like she’s interested now, so I text Jared: ‘Takeout?’
‘Yeah,’ comes the reply.
‘What you want?’
‘Devon wants Chinese food.’
‘Ok, you order. We’ll be down when it comes.’ I don’t need to tell him what we want because it’s Chinese food—we eat everything. Maybe I should have asked Maiya though? Nah, there will be enough to feed everyone—there will be something she likes. I lie down next to her, and she scoots across the space like it offends her. I chuckle, and she lays her head on my chest.
‘What’s so funny?’ she asks all sleepily.
‘Not funny, just cute.’ She lifts her head like a meercat and looks at me.
‘What?’ I laugh now. I can’t help it—she just looks fucking adorable with a towel on her head, swollen lips, and a flush to her cheeks from her orgasm.
‘Why are you laughing?’ she asks, smiling and smacking my arm.
‘I just think you’re cute, that’s all.’ She goes all shy now and snuggles into me. An hour later my phone pings. The Chinese food is here.
‘Maiya.’ I shake her shoulder gently. ‘Maiya.’ I get nothing. ‘The food is here.’ She sits up and rubs her eyes.
‘Huh? Food? What time is it?’ she asks as the towel covering her hair untwists leaving her hair in a pretty mess to fall into her face. Her hand goes straight to it. And then she looks pissed.
‘Shit. I can’t believe I fell asleep with my hair in a towel. Why did you let me sleep?’
‘Huh? Was I supposed to keep you awake? I didn’t know?’
‘Well shit Brad, now my hair is matted, and half and half.’
What the fuck is half and half?
‘I’m sorry?’ I say shrugging my shoulders. I don’t know what I’m apologising, for but it seems like the right thing to do. By this time she’s rifling through her bag and getting more and more bad-tempered as she does.
‘Babe, what are you looking for?’
She turns on me like she’s going to spit venomous poison.
‘The HAIRBRUSH obviously.’
I don’t snap back because… well, what’s the point? I walk into the bathroom where I know I saw her hairbrush. I snag it and walk back, handing it to her. She looks at it like she has x-ray fucking eyes for a minute, and I think she’s going to turn around and tell me it’s the wrong one. But she takes it and mumbles a thank you. Then the sound of her dragging it through her hair is painful.
‘Doesn’t that hurt?’ I ask like a dumbass. I should keep my observations to myself.
‘Yes! Because it’s half and half.’
‘What is half and half?’
Why can’t I keep my mouth shut? Do I need to know what half and half is? No, I fucking don’t.
‘Half wet half dry. Urgh.’
Okay, that makes sense.
‘When it dries before you brush it through, it’s a bitch.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I tell her even though I’m not really because I didn’t do anything. But it’s the right thing to say because she smiles.
‘Just don’t let me sleep with wet hair next time.’
I give her a salute, and she chuckles.
Hair crisis averted, we head downstairs and find Chinese food lining the full table in various types of cartons. People are milling around and helping themselves. Maiya hesitates, so taking her hand, I pull her with me, seating her next to Devon. She visibly relaxes when I sit on her other side. And more so when no one else really pays any attention to the fact that she’s there. I know that’s what she worries about.
DINNER IS GREAT. Everyone stops in at some point. It’s a huge banquet. It must have cost a fortune. When Howard comes in, he looks stressed and angry. I shrug it off as nothing because he always looks that way to me, but behind him, Harrison limps in, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Everyone cheers and claps as he makes his way around the table. Jared moves closer to Devon, and we all scoot up a little, giving him some space to sit.
‘Bout time I had some decent grub,’ he says, picking up a spare rib and tucking in.
‘What took you so long?’ Jared asks. Howard scowls at Harrison.
‘Ask him.’ All eyes go to Harrison. Brad sniffs the air and starts to laugh. And so does everyone else. Me: completely clueless.
Devon notices and whis
pers. ‘Harrison is known for going to—umm—sex clubs.’
My eyes widen, and I feel like an idiot. ‘Ohhh’ I say, and her eyebrows raise, and she nods her head. I look at Harrison. He looks scary—like you wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley, but when he smiles, he has a look of kindness about him. It doesn’t last long because his smile disappears as quickly as it comes.
‘When can you travel?’ Jared asks.
‘Doc said a few days.’
‘Good, the shit is going to hit the fan here soon, and I don’t know how bad it’s going to be, so I need you fit to fly.’
‘What the fuck is going on?’ Harrison asks, looking at Jared and then at everyone else. Brad lowers his eyes because he knows I’m questioning him too.
‘We don’t know—all I know is we were attacked by kitsunes. It was fucking weird though. They had no weapons and came in the hundreds. What’s even weirder than that? The American pack have been nowhere to be seen since. At least, none of the males. Only Brody fought with us, and he has no idea where they went either—all the woman and kids were left behind.’
‘Do you think they knew?’
‘That the kitsunes were coming? Absolutely! Brad spoke to Brody on that score too, and he’s had his suspicions for a while.’
‘How do you know we can trust that fucker?’ Harrison asks. But it’s Howard who answers.
‘He is trustworthy. I can vouch for that.’
‘Shit, Howard. You and him made friends finally?’ Brad asks laughing.
‘No, but I know he can be trusted,’ Howard almost growls.
‘I trust him. He’s a good kid,’ Jared adds.
‘I like the kid. He’s a good egg,’ Brad says, making the others around the table laugh. As if on cue, Brody walks in.
‘You’re never going to believe who just walked into my fucking house?’
‘Max?’ Howard and Jared growl at the same time.
‘Is he armed?’ Brad asks. Brody is out of breath and is bent over with his hands on his knees.
‘He is always armed and has back up.’
Brad, Jared, and Howard, along with a few others, make their way into the pantry where the guns are kept. I’m silent, and so is Devon. We know this means trouble, we just don’t know what kind or how bad. Brad places his hand at the nape of my neck, and I turn into him. He places a chaste kiss on my lips.
‘Be back soon. Don’t leave the house—we have men outside, okay?’ I nod okay. It has to be. This is their way of life. I have to accept it. Despite the gut-wrenching feeling, I get every time I know he is walking out into danger.
‘Harrison, good to have you back man,’ Jared claps him on the shoulder. ‘I don’t need to tell you what I want?’
‘Watch the females. I know,’ he nods.
‘Good man.’
WE WALK ACROSS the compound to Max’s house. He’s not there, but if he’s back, he won’t be alone. We need to sort this shit out without injury. And we need to do it fast.
‘Stay close. I don’t want anyone left behind, or anyone’s back exposed, you feel me?’ Jared says.
I nod, looking over at Brody.
‘Shit goes down, where your loyalties gonna lie?’ I ask Brody.
‘Fuck! I’ve already proved my loyalty. I fought beside you, didn’t I?’
‘That’s your alpha in there,’ I point out.
‘Not anymore,’ he states like he’s a piece of shit. I nod. Nothing more needs to be said. He wasn’t happy before we arrived, that much was clear. I don’t need reasons and my gut feeling about him is good. We don’t knock. Brody lives there, so we walk in right behind him. First thing I see is his mother cowering in the corner of the kitchen. Max is standing above her with his belt raised. Howard goes fucking apeshit, and I don’t really know what happens next, it’s so fucking fast. Howard has Max by the throat, and Jared doesn’t stop him. I walk over to Brody’s mother and offer my hand. She looks at me like I have three heads, and spits at my feet. Oh. Fuck you too. I pull my hand away and step the fuck back—she can get her own arse up.
‘Where the fuck is she?’ Howard growls through clenched teeth. With that, another guy comes through the back, holding up a gun. I pull mine and aim it at his forehead.
‘Not necessary, my friend, step back,’ I tell him. Max is now up against the wall with his feet dangling. The guy drops his gun and passes it over.
‘WHERE. IS. SHE?’ Howard asks again. Max’s eyes are starting to bulge, and he’s choking, but he still says nothing.
‘I’m here,’ someone says from behind me. Howard drops Max the minute he hears her, going over to her immediately, checking her over. He doesn’t touch her, just looks at her. No, that’s not right, he drinks her in—every fucking detail. When he’s satisfied with what he sees he turns to Jared.
‘She’s coming back with me.’
Max starts to say something, but Howard cuts him off. ‘You wanna keep your pack?’
Max frowns.
‘Either I take your pack and your alpha status, or I leave and take her with me. Choice is yours.’
What the fuck? What had I missed? I knew there had been a problem brewing, and I knew it was something we were going to talk about, but Howard running the American pack? Jesus. Again, Max starts to speak. This time though, Jared cuts him off.
‘It’s irrelevant at this point. Because depending on your next fucking answer, you won’t live long.’
I chuckle to myself. I hate Max, and the way he treats women is disgusting. The way he’s behaving right now is not like how an Alpha male should. He’s looking at Jared like he might piss his pants. I pull him up from the floor where he’s slumped after Howard dropped him.
‘You follow this pussy?’ I ask the guy at his back. He glares at me.
I pull out a chair from the shitty table in the corner and sit Max in it. He slumps, still recovering from his run-in with Howard’s hands around his throat. Jared steps up into his face.
‘Where the fuck were you when shit went down with the kitsunes?’
‘What shit? When?’ he asks, he’s trying and failing to convince us he knows nothing.
‘Don’t play dumb,’ Jared says, shaking his head and pulling a face that says, ‘I’m not a fucking idiot.’ Max starts to make excuses again, and Jared sticks a knife in the chair right between his legs. Fucker nearly loses a bollock, and he whines at how close a call it is. I smell blood, so Jared must have nicked his leg. ‘I’ll ask you again. Where the fuck were you when all the shit went down here the other day?’
‘We had a deal to complete, guns. We were delivering them, but they didn’t show.’
‘So you took your whole pack to an arms deal?’
Max shakes his head. ‘Not the whole pack—just some of the men.’
‘Only male you left behind was Brody. Was that because you question his loyalty? And because you knew what was coming?’
‘I didn’t fucking know!’
‘Come on, Max, you didn’t expect to come back to us still here, did you?’
‘No. I was hoping you’d have fucked off.’
‘No, Max. You thought we’d be wiped out by the Kitsunes you’ve been making fucking deals with?’
Max’s eyes widen a touch. Shock. Then the stuttering and head shaking starts.
‘Why would I make deals with kitsunes?’
‘You tell me, Max?’
The guy near the back door is a twitchy motherfucker, and I don’t like the vibes I’m getting. I’m about to tell him to kneel and face the wall when a shot goes off behind me. I feel the fucking bullet whiz past my ear, and then the fucker in front is yelping in pain. Bullet in his knee. I turn just as Howard nods at me. He obviously had the same feeling. Jared stops for a second to look around, making sure we have the situation under control. He nods and turns back.
‘That night we went in for the kitsunes. Did they know we were coming?’
‘How the fuck should I know what they knew?’ he retorts, leading Jared on a merry
dance for at least another thirty minutes. The guy on the floor is bleeding out and getting paler and paler by the minute. Brody’s mother moves to him and ties his belt around his leg. We should have done that already, but I’ll be fucked if I am going to help one of these fuckers anytime soon.
‘I’m going to start poking holes if you don’t give me a straight answer, Max,’ Jared says. He’s eerily calm. Not many people know what that means. But I do. He’s ready to snap. The guy on the floor is moaning like a bitch, getting on my last nerve. Brody’s mother is shushing him. Jared whips his gun from his waistband as he turns, pulling the trigger. The whining stops as the bullet penetrates the skull. There is silence for a beat of a second and then hysterical screaming ensues.
‘Shut her up,’ Jared shouts, and Brody and his sister move to their mother, practically dragging her from the room.
‘Max, this is your last chance to tell me what the fuck is going on,’ Jared says, poking his knife just under his eye.
‘Okay okay, just don’t kill me?’
‘Start talking!’
‘The kitsunes have been buying guns for a long time. They sell them on. I don’t know who to, but this woman approached me, knowing I deal in arms. Fuck, it was about a year ago, and I’ve been selling them guns every three months since.’
‘So, you’ve been arming the enemy?’
‘They ain’t my enemy.’
‘So, to protect your investment, you told them we were coming that night?’
Max nods. ‘I just thought they’d leave and you wouldn’t find anyone.’
Jared punches him in the jaw. He flies off the chair and lands in a heap on the floor. Jared drags him back up and sits him down again.
‘So, you knew they were coming here, and you took all your men and left us to be fucking slaughtered?’ Jared says through gritted teeth, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. Max shakes his head, no.
‘I was meant to be making an arms deal that day. They were supposed to meet me. They didn’t show, then I get word of what went down here, and I didn’t know what the fuck to do.’
‘You’re supposed to be the fucking alpha. Pathetic piece of shit.’
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