The Clawed Squad: Royal (The Bear Shifters of Clawed Ranch Book 2)

by Kim Fox

  It looked so erotic watching him all jacked and shirtless while he manhandled his thick cock.

  “Need some help over there?” she asked as she strutted back, swinging her curvy hips with every step.

  She dropped to her knees like a good girl, not even caring that her only clean dress was now in the dirt. She slapped his hand away and took his meaty cock in her tiny grip, staring at it with hungry eyes.

  Royal tucked her loose strands of blonde hair behind her ears and then leaned back, watching her as she stroked his dick. His cock was so big and thick and beautiful. Camilla’s mouth was already watering before she even began.

  She squeezed his shaft as she slowly licked it from the base all the way up to the tip, drawing a deep groan from him.

  “Shhhh,” she said, putting his dick to her lips like a librarian would put her index finger. “We have to be quiet remember?” She could still hear the murmur of the boys talking behind her.

  “I’ll try but goddamn that feels good,” he said with his eyes half closed.

  “You haven’t felt anything yet,” she said with a grin. “I’m just getting started.”

  She kissed his hard shaft and then took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip. Royal gasped and his breath was starting to come out quicker and more fierce. His massive chest was heaving up and down above her.

  Camilla opened her mouth and took him all the way in, her throat burning until her lips touched his short pubic hair.

  “Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth as she pulled back up, gasping for air. She stroked his shaft and then sucked him again, reveling in the low groans that he was giving her. She moaned as she tasted a drop of his pre-cum on her tongue. Salty and sweet.

  “Come,” he said after a few minutes. He took her arms with his strong grip and pulled her up.

  “Oh, I plan to,” she said, keeping her knees planted on the cold dirt. “But first I want you to come.”

  Royal rolled his head back and groaned as she continued to stroke him from his base to his tip. “I want to come in your pussy,” he said in a deep, husky voice.

  Her pussy was already throbbing and his tempting words were only making it worse. “Alright,” she said, releasing his cock and standing up. “I won’t say no to that.”

  He grabbed her waist and pulled her forward as she straddled him once again. His hard cock rubbed against her tender pussy and she moaned as she grinded her throbbing sex on him. Her dress was draped over them, covering the best parts but removing it would take too long so she just left it on.

  Royal cupped and kissed her breasts as she reached down under her dress and grabbed his cock. She held her breath as she postured up and slid down on it, trying very carefully to be quiet.

  “Oh God,” she moaned as she sunk down on his cock. It felt so fucking good. He was filling her, stretching her open. He was so big. So hard.

  Royal groaned on her breast as she slid all the way down, taking him in completely. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed.

  He gripped her ass firmly and guided her up and down on his cock. Camilla used his strong shoulders as leverage and bounced up and down, already dangerously close to coming.

  She could hear the boys still talking in the distance, the cows shifting around behind them. They were both trying to be quiet. Only the occasional moan, a little escaping whimper, and the light smacking of their thighs was getting by them, drifting off into the quiet night.

  Royal grabbed a breast as Camilla picked up the pace, fucking him harder and harder. She wanted to scream out his name but she bit down on her bottom lip instead.

  Her heart pounded as she felt an orgasm coming on, wild and raging, surging forward like an unstoppable tidal wave. Royal seemed to have sensed her closeness because he thrust his hips up, slamming into her with a new-found frenzy.

  She was breathing so hard. His arms were flexed. His face twisted. They were both so close.

  “Come in me,” she begged in a whisper. “Come in my tight little pussy.”

  His next thrust was deep and powerful and she gritted her teeth to hold back the scream that was on the edge of her lips. She clenched her pussy around him and dug her nails into his shoulders as every nerve ending in her body was lit on fire. The orgasm hit her intensely, trembling her limbs, and devouring her in an all-consuming wave of heat.

  “Fuck,” she grunted as she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest and she held her breath until Royal groaned into the nape of her neck, signaling his own release.

  Her head was spinning and her vision dark as he slowly thrust into her a few more times, emptying himself fully inside of her. He tilted her face towards him and kissed her softly on the lips. “Mmmm,” he moaned with his eyes closed.

  He dropped down, letting his back land on the haystack. He was still inside of her and she moaned, never wanting to let him go. Camilla leaned forward, kissing his stubbly neck as he rubbed her bare back with his rough hands. Her nipples were still hard as they pressed against his chest.

  It felt so good. Even after sex, even after the waves of her orgasm disappeared, it felt so good. Being close to him, being in his muscular arms. She had fallen for him. She knew it now.

  Only her horrible lies were standing between them.

  eleven

  “I’ve heard a lot about you,” the Sheriff said while Camilla stood in front of her, shaking in her flip-flops.

  “Oh,” Camilla said as she felt a headache coming on. This was the first time that she had seen the other lady of the Squad, Stetson’s wife Kylee. She was the Sheriff of the town and Camilla was terrified that she would be the one to uncover the web of lies that she had woven. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  The girls were talking by the cabins while the boys hovered around Stetson while he made breakfast in the outdoor kitchen.

  “So, where are you from, Elsa?” she asked curiously.

  Camilla squirmed. Kylee was just trying to be friendly but it felt a lot like an interrogation.

  “Grumerland,” she mumbled, glancing over at Royal. She needed someone to save her.

  “Grumerland?” Kylee said, scrunching her nose up. “I’ve never heard of that country.”

  Camilla gulped. “Yup, it’s small. So, you’re the Sheriff? That’s cool. Do you like it?”

  She was desperate to change the subject off of her lies and was hoping that Kylee would bite.

  “It’s fun,” she said with a nod. But she was still looking at her funny. “I get to do all kinds of interesting stuff, like running background checks on people.”

  “Oh, that’s cool,” Camilla said, turning away so that the Sheriff wouldn’t see her turning a guilty red. She exhaled in relief when she saw Royal walking over.

  “I need to steal her,” Royal said, taking Camilla’s hand and pulling her away towards the trucks.

  “That’s okay,” the Sheriff said, staring her down. “We’ll talk later.”

  Camilla wanted to hug Royal for saving her. If she wasn’t already in love with the sexy prince than she was now.

  He didn’t stop walking until he got to the silver pickup truck. “Hop in,” he said, opening the door for her like a gentleman.

  Camilla didn’t even stop to ask where they were going. As long as it was away from the Sheriff she was fine with it.

  Royal climbed in behind the wheel and started the truck. “Don’t worry,” he said as he took off down the gravel road. “I’ll buy you breakfast in town.”

  “In town?” she asked as he pulled onto the main road. “Why are we going in town?”

  He reached into his pocket with a huge smile on his face. “Thorn’s card,” he said, pulling out a shiny credit card. “I’ll get you the fifty grand so you can get your money. Then you’ll be free.”

  Camilla wanted to throw up as she looked at the card in his hands. How did she turn into such a horrible person? She didn’t care anymore about being on the streets. She would be
g for money if she had to, eat from garbage cans, but she was not stealing money from Royal. She was a shitty person but even she had a line that she wouldn’t cross.

  “You took it from Thorn?” she asked with a cracking voice.

  “I just borrowed it,” he said, waiting for her to take the card. “I’ll give the money back once you get your money. And I don’t want anything in return. I want you to keep every last cent.”

  Camilla’s quivering chin dipped as her chest tightened. She dug her nails into her palm until she wanted to scream out in pain. You deserve worse.

  “We can do this another time,” she said with a gulp. “Let’s just go back to your place. Let’s wait a few days.” She wasn’t ready to leave the ranch and once she got his money that was the only thing she could do. Leave.

  “It will be okay,” he said, laying his hand on her leg. “I’ll be there to protect you. Your father’s men won’t touch you.”

  She looked out the window and sighed. He was mistaking her guilt for fear and he was trying to comfort her. You’re truly despicable.

  Camilla sat there quietly, stewing in her guilt as the picturesque town of Colwood came into view. She had parked Angela’s red car just up ahead and Camilla watched through the open window as they approached it.

  Oh, God!

  She ducked down, hiding as Royal drove past it. Shit. Shit. Shit.

  Angela was there, sitting on the hood of the red car and smoking a cigarette. Her bleached blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, contrasting starkly with her thick dark eyebrows. What is she doing here?

  She still had six months left on her prison sentence. This couldn’t be worse timing.

  “Are you okay?” Royal asked, looking at Camilla folded over.

  “Fine,” she said, straightening up once they had passed Angela and the car. “I was just scratching a mosquito bite on my toe.”

  “There’s no parking,” Royal grumbled as he turned around and headed back towards Angela.

  Oh, crap!

  He slid into a spot directly across the street from where Angela was sitting. Camilla tried to hide her face but there wasn’t a lot of action happening on the quiet street in the early morning and Angela was bound to see her. She was the most observant person that Camilla had ever met.

  “Let’s grab some breakfast while we wait for the bank to open,” Royal said, turning the car off.

  Camilla’s heart pounded as she glanced out the window. Angela was staring right at her. Camilla gulped as Angela subtly nodded her head.

  She was sick to her stomach as she stepped out of the car and joined Royal on the sidewalk. Angela was watching but she was staying put. She knew better than to go over to Camilla and say hi. She would assume that Camilla was on a job and Angela would never go over and blow her cover. She wouldn’t have known what name Camilla was using; Jasmine, Mary, Samantha…she had used them all.

  Royal grabbed Camilla’s hand and she felt more guilty than ever. She felt like such a fraud with Angela watching.

  “Can you go get a table and order me some pancakes?” Camilla asked, batting her eyelashes at the prince. “I have to run into the grocery store and grab Scrappy some dog food.”

  “I’ll go with you,” he said, squeezing her hand lightly. Normally she would love to have his company but she needed to get rid of him fast.

  “It’s okay,” she said, holding her upset stomach. “I’m starving. Can you please just go order?”

  He shrugged his wide shoulders, gave her a kiss, and left.

  Camilla waited until he was in the restaurant and then she raced across the street. “What are you doing here?” she snapped.

  “Nice to see you too,” Angela said, hopping off the hood of the car.

  “I’m sorry,” Camilla said, stepping in and giving her friend a cold hug. “I just didn’t expect to see you. How did you get out early?”

  Angela shrugged. “Good behavior.”

  “Good behavior?” Camilla asked, staring at her blankly. “You?”

  Angela rolled her eyes. “I blackmailed the warden.”

  That sounded more like her. “How did you find me?”

  Angela grinned. “You didn’t think I’d leave you my car without a GPS tracker in it, did you?”

  It was just like Angela. Camilla was the closest thing to family that she had and she still didn’t trust her at all. She didn’t trust anybody.

  “Who’s this guy?” she asked. “He’s fucking hot.”

  Camilla swallowed hard as she turned away. “Just some guy.”

  “You running on him?”

  Camilla wanted the earth to open and swallow her up. “I was. It’s not going anywhere. I’m going to cut him loose.”

  “Need my help?” Angela asked. “What’s the scam?”

  Camilla sighed. “The princess wedding.”

  “Ah, shit!” Angela said, her eyes lighting up. “You’re doing it? How much is he on the hook for?”

  Camilla dragged her foot along the road in a line as she hesitated. She didn’t want Angela anywhere near Royal.

  “How much?”

  “Fifty grand,” Camilla said with a stutter.

  Angela was staring at the restaurant, nodding. “We can save him. I saw how he was looking at you. He’s totally into you.”

  And I’m totally into him.

  “Let’s take him for a hundred,” Angela said, rubbing her chin as she got that greedy look on her face the way she always did before a job. “I can pretend that I’m a PI hired by your parents to find you. That will up the stakes. Fifty grand for the bank and fifty grand to pay me, the private investigator, off. Let’s close him now.”

  Camilla shifted her weight from foot to foot. She felt like a little kid again under Angela’s intimidating shadow. It was time to step out on her own and live the life that she wanted to live. “I don’t think so,” she said with her pulse racing.

  Angela’s face dropped. She looked disappointed, angry even. “You’re falling for him,” she said accusingly. “Ugh, Camilla. You’re acting like a fucking rookie. You never let your feelings take over. Haven’t I taught you anything?”

  Camilla just stared at the pavement as Angela huffed and shook her head. “You’re better than that. Go get that money. You want to be a whore?”

  Camilla wiped her forehead, wishing that Royal was by her side. Everything always seemed okay when he was by her side.

  “Do. You. Want. To. Be. A. Whore?” Angela asked, pausing between every word.

  Camilla shook her head as she fought back tears. “No.”

  “Then go in there and get paid,” Angela said, pushing her hard on the arm.

  “But I have enough money that I can get by without having to scam anymore,” Camilla said, her voice coming out tinier than usual. “I’m thinking of going to school. Doing it straight.”

  Angela rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Like all of the other chumps? Pathetic.”

  Camilla was straight back to being a little kid under Angela’s giant wing. “You’re not giving up a hundred grand because of a little crush,” Angela said in disgust. “Go finish him off and I’ll meet you in the bank. Give me my car keys.”

  Camilla fished them out of her purse and Angela yanked them out of her hand. “Going to school,” she muttered with a chuckle as she walked away.

  Camilla sighed and walked into the restaurant.

  Royal was sitting at the table looking fine as usual as Camilla walked in.

  “Where’s the dog food?” he asked as she sat down.

  Camilla looked down at the water spots on her utensils, barely able to look him in the eyes. “They were out. I’ll get some later.”

  “I ordered you the pancakes,” he said. “Extra maple syrup.”

  Camilla closed her eyes, feeling tears rushing forward. She held them back.

  “I was wondering what your plan was after you get your money,” he said sounding nervous. “I know that I don’t have much but I’d like it if you’d stay w
ith me.”

  She looked up at him with sad eyes. “You just want my money.”

  “No,” he said jerking his head back in shock. “I want you. I want a family. I want to marry you.”

  “You don’t even know me,” she said with her stomach in knots.

  “I know you,” he said, placing his hand on hers. “I’m a prince and you’re a princess. I don’t know why but I’ve always wanted to marry a princess. Always. I feel like this is fate.”

  She slid her hand away from him and lowered her eyes. This was not fate. This was fucked up.

  He leaned forward. “What’s wrong, Elsa?”

  That’s what was wrong. He didn’t know her at all. He didn’t even know her name. If he did know who she truly was he would leave as fast as her mother did.

  “Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked, looking concerned. “You can tell me anything.”

  The waitress came over with their breakfasts, smiling widely as she placed a heaping stack of pancakes with extra maple syrup in front of her. Camilla stared at it with a wrinkled nose. Her appetite had disappeared along with her self-respect.

  They ate in silence.

  “Where are you going?” Royal asked as Elsa walked past the bank. He stopped with his hand on the door handle. She had been acting weird all morning and he had no idea what was up with her. He thought that she would be happy to get the money that she wanted but she was quiet and just looked depressed.

  “I’m not going in,” she said, crossing her arms as she stood on the sidewalk. She kept glancing over her shoulder, looking at a blonde woman who was sitting on the hood of a red car across the street.

  “Why not?” Royal asked. He was so confused. “I have the credit card and everything.”

  He knew that Thorn would be pissed when he found out that he had taken his card but he trusted Elsa completely. She would give him all of their money back right after.

  She just shook her head. “I want to go back to the ranch. Now.”