by Zoey Marcel
He pulled his finger out of her ass, and Jade let out a shriek when he gave her a rough shove. She ended up on her stomach on the bed, and he came down on top of her. Despite her fear, the hard ridge of his erection against her fired up her lust, and the she-wolf in her was champing at the bit to claim this crazed maniac.
“You remember that Lisa woman you gave your virginity to? I killed her because she took what was mine.”
Nausea coiled in her stomach. “You sick pervert! What the hell are you talking—”
He crammed his hand against her mouth and his voice became broken, almost pleading. “You need to hear this, baby. I need you to save me.”
Save him from what?
His tone sharpened and became predatory as he rubbed against her body with a deep groan. “We’re in bed together. You said it would never happen. It’s happening, slut. I won’t let you shut me out.”
Even during his weird-ass role play he couldn’t refrain from calling her a slut. Jerk.
“I’m going to make you come so hard for me, baby.” His tone turned deadly. “And you’d better say my fucking name this time instead of his.”
Jade spoke the words “what the fuck is wrong with you,” but his palm muffled them. She pressed her rump into his groin, smiling when he grunted and smashed harder against her. His cock wedged into her crack, but his generous girth couldn’t sink completely between her butt cheeks.
“Your body is even better than I imagined.” His hand wandered back up her shorts. “Don’t cry, baby. I love you, not in the way I should. I love you the way a man loves a woman.”
Well, no shit. Wait a minute. Stetson loves me? Ah, crap. He’s a crazy asshole. A hot, crazy asshole. What did he mean ‘don’t cry, baby’? I’m not crying. The man’s delusional.
He moved his crotch and gathered more of her pussy juice with his finger before poking his digit back up her ass and fucking her with it. “I know that sickens you, but maybe in time you’ll return my affection. Whether you do or don’t is irrelevant. You’re mine, not hers or his.”
Was Stetson talking about Ivy and Bane now? Jade always thought he couldn’t stand her. Why this extreme behavioral change all of a sudden?
Stetson was nuts, plain and simple. He struck her as an intelligent man, but apparently he turned into a psycho in the bedroom. “Stetson, what are—”
His hand shut her up again, and it left her too hot and bothered to be annoyed by it.
His voice hovered near her ear and a fiery gust of heat fanned her there as he murmured to her, “If you submit to me, I won’t hurt you again. Submit to me, baby. If you don’t, I’ll kill Doc and Kellan.”
Jade head butted him and Stetson sat up voluntarily, seeming unfazed by the force of the blow, which was rather odd. She jumped to her feet, trembling violently with fear and desire.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she shrieked. “Role-playing is one thing, but making threats on your best friend’s and brother’s lives is not sexy. What kind of sick pervert are you?”
His stare was blank and hopeless, like an empty vessel waiting to be filled by a ravaging demon. Suddenly that dark storm returned to his eyes. Silent rage pulled his features taut, and untold agonies made his beautiful brown eyes shimmer with a look that haunted her down to her soul.
He stood and quietly headed for the door. “Jade.”
Her head jerked toward the door and her heartbeat went erratic in her chest. “What?”
“We will never speak of this again.”
“Agreed.”
His eyes narrowed and his stern tone ticked her off. “When Bane gets back you’re going to pack your shit and leave with him. You’re going to marry him and make a bunch of babies. You’re going to stay innocent, damn you.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she ground out irritably.
“Somebody has to,” he growled. “You have no control over your emotions or the mating heat.”
“I have no control? You’re the freak who lost it.”
His jaw tightened and he got a sudden hardness to his countenance that made her question the sorrow she thought she’d seen in his eyes. “Eat your goddamned breakfast already.”
He stormed out and slammed the door. Jade screeched her exasperation. Where was a club when she needed one?
The door reopened and she spun around to cuss him out, puzzled when she saw the sudden softness in his features.
“Please,” he said quietly. Then he left and closed the door much nicer this time.
Her lips twitched in mild amusement over his sudden recollection of manners before she was back wallowing in all the what-the-fuckery again. Something was seriously wrong with Stetson Brooks. He had fucked-up tastes in bed, that was for sure. And then he had the arrogance to accuse her of wanting him so badly. She did, but that was beside the point. He didn’t need to be so conceited about it and make it sound like she had no control around him.
Well, he’d get his wish all right, because she would never sleep with that warped freak ever.
The thought suddenly occurred to her that he’d mentioned mating heat, and she wondered how he knew about it. Maybe Kellan explained it to him.
Chapter Nine
Stetson went into his room and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it with his head rolled back and sighed. It wasn’t getting any better. Wasn’t time supposed to erase the pain of all this shit? Apparently there were just some things time couldn’t heal.
His groin ached severely with the need to come. He was too worked up over ancient history to risk the flashbacks that orgasm would undoubtedly bring. Still, his poor cock screamed for relief. Maybe he could masturbate now without being haunted.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and then slowly pushed them down his thighs along with his boxers. He placed his hand on the shaft, telling himself it was his own hand and everything would be all right. He stroked himself gently, relieved that no voices taunted him. The pressure built in his scrotum and his loins heated. His climax reeled in, and suddenly the voices emerged from the dead.
“You’ve never had it like this before, have you, cunt?”
He immediately let go of his dick and clenched his fists by his sides. His eyes squeezed shut almost as tight as his closed hands. God damn them all to hell. His cock pulsed and pleaded for release, but he refused to unleash the unbidden memories.
He’d thought he could touch himself now without having to deal with this shit, but evidently not. He sighed and walked over to his closet. It looked like he would have to use his standby. The life-size silicone woman leaned against a wall in his closet, and he pulled her out.
It angered him that he was reduced to this, but despite his better efforts this was as much contact with another being as he could handle. He laid the black-haired woman on her back on the bed and shed his pants and underwear completely.
She lay there silent and nude, waiting for him to execute his will on her. She couldn’t taunt him or destroy him. She’d never hurt or betray him. She gave him the relief he needed and never complicated things. He named her Peace and felt silly for it, but she was his secret and she gave him fleeting comfort with his orgasms.
He rarely sought them, but when he did he couldn’t touch himself or have sex with a human being. Those things summoned darkness and suffering too painful to cope with. This pseudo human was a woman, and as long as he only fucked her massive bust and kept his eyes open when he came, he could experience a lesser form of pleasure without encouraging agonizing replays in his mind. Peace gave him the closest thing to her name he would ever know again.
Stetson straddled the curvy broad and slicked her bosom up with some lubricant. He blindfolded her eyes because they freaked him out. The beady orbs looked way too fake and soulless for his liking.
Her hair was soft, and the place he’d ordered her from claimed that she’d been constructed with real human hair. That was a nice feature, and her silicone form felt pretty close to real, though nothing would ever tr
uly compare to genuine human flesh.
He shoved the hopeless longing aside and situated his needy appendage between the dame’s enormous mounds. He didn’t have to be cautious with her. She wouldn’t whine or break. Of course there were some kinks he enjoyed that he couldn’t do with her because it would fuck with the materials she’d been designed with, but it didn’t matter. He only bought her for her big tits anyway.
He began a rapid fuck, enjoying the stimulation on his genitals. Too bad she couldn’t make any sounds to let him know how much she delighted in the encounter. Jade’s noises when he touched her were intoxicating.
He shoved the invigorating memory aside. Touching her turned him on, but if he got too carried away, she’d rekindle nasty realities just like his past subs had. They hadn’t meant to and probably hadn’t even been aware of the hell they’d provoked inside of him while trying to suck him off. After a few failed attempts he gave up on human contact. It was just better for him to be alone.
But hell, he was still a man with needs, even if they were conflicting. That’s where curvaceous Peace came in. She wasn’t after his money or out to hurt him. All she wanted was to please him.
Christ, this is pathetic.
But he didn’t stop humping the quiet woman until his throbbing penis expelled his semen all over her chesty self and her neck. Stetson forced his eyes to remain open to keep from being swallowed up by darkness. He plopped over onto his back next to her and sought the return of air into his lungs. It had been a semi-decent climax. Hardly the best of his life, but fair enough to take the edge off his nagging urges.
He’d clean her off in a minute, but for now he wanted to lay there. Even with his eyes open, he’d pretended she was Jade as he came. That woman had gotten under his skin, and she was an itch he knew he couldn’t scratch.
He knew she was consumed with mating heat for him, too, but they couldn’t claim each other. She would need sex and tenderness, and he could give her neither. It was best if she just stayed the hell away from him for her own good and for his.
He played with the soft black strands of Peace’s hair. Her shoulder-length dark hair was nice, but she’d look more like Jade if her tresses were shorter and she had purple streaks running through her hair. Maybe he should go to the store later. No harm in adding to the fantasy. No one needed to know.
His sudden need to cuddle surprised him. Jade had probably evoked this compulsion in him. He forced the air from his lungs in a self-loathing exhale. This really was sad. Certainly there was nothing wrong with screwing a sex doll, but to get so much comfort out of it? He seriously needed to go get laid for real. It had been far too long.
Alas, he couldn’t. The monsters stole his humanity from him. They robbed him of his self-respect and stripped him of his masculinity. He didn’t even know who he was anymore.
The fact that he kept taking out his sexual frustrations and past torment on Jade disturbed him greatly. Was he trying to gain back his masculinity by dominating her? Did he want to overpower her to feel strong and manly again? Christ, if he wasn’t careful he could very well become the same demons who tortured him.
No. He’d never be like them, but the beast they’d turned him into was fighting to get out. He’d given into it once and only once. But being around Jade triggered his animal urges in a way that alarmed even him.
The mating heat was almost as ruthless as his captors had been. It demanded Jade, and it would have her against his better judgment, it seemed.
But he couldn’t give in. He’d end up hurting her and most likely himself in the process. He must stay the fuck away from her, no matter what the beast within wanted him to do.
* * * *
The atmosphere in the truck as they drove to Winchester was saturated with anticipation and unspoken lust. Once they got there Sawyer kept watching Jade’s face as she took in all the sights and sounds at Swifty’s Britches.
He was really curious as to whether or not she’d engaged in this sort of thing before in the past. His guess would be no, but one could never really tell about people.
He’d had a fling with a bad-ass looking woman before who was rather mild in the bedroom. Not a bore, just more classic. Then there was a conservative-looking gal who never exposed too much skin, but she’d been an absolute freak in bed.
Jade appeared excited by the saloon-looking lobby and main area. The private rooms had been designed to resemble Victorian-era boudoirs. The canopy beds and massive cherrywood headboards echoed a sensuality and elegance of long ago. Each room was furnished with antique furniture and art, but mixed in with the nostalgic memorabilia were the implements of discipline and delight.
“Oh, this room is gorgeous,” she exclaimed. “I love it.”
“Yep. Cowboys and a swanky-looking room.” Kellan winked at her. “Although you don’t exactly fit the mold of Victorian maiden.”
She laughed. “Thank God for that. I like my modern self just fine, thank you.”
“Clothes off, missy,” Sawyer ordered. He selected a riding crop, smiling at the obvious mix of enthusiasm and uncertainty on her face.
“So why did you guys name the place Swifty’s Britches?” she asked once her clothes were tossed aside and her naked form was revealed to his hungry eyes.
Doc grinned. “It was Sawyer’s idea.”
Jade raised a playfully accusing eyebrow at him. “You named it that just for the innuendos, huh?”
Sawyer smiled and nodded once. “Yes, ma’am.”
She gulped when Doc raised her arms and secured them to manacles attached to hooks in the ceiling. “I’ve been a good girl.”
Doc chuckled and ran his hands up and down her bare arms as he stood in front of her. “I’m aware of that, dear, but this is necessary.”
“Oh really? How is it necessary?” she wanted to know.
“Kellan’s the gentlest out of all of us. He’s not a Dom like Sawyer and me,” Doc explained, “but we’re angels compared to Stetson.”
“What does Stetson have to do with…” She gasped and Sawyer saw her eyes widen when Doc stepped to the side of her. “I’m not sleeping with him. He’s an animal.”
Kellan snickered. “Now how would you know that, hon, when you haven’t gone to bed with him yet?”
Her cheeks pinked and she glanced at the floor. “I meant his personality. I don’t like him.”
“But you’re deeply attracted to him,” Doc murmured as he ogled the underside of the breast he brushed with the back of his finger.
She shivered and her lips parted in apparent bliss. “Well…yeah, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to give in to it.”
“But he’s your mate,” Doc told her. “We all are. You said so yourself.”
Her mouth opened in outrage, and Sawyer imagined a big, meaty cock shoved in there to make use of the tantalizing orifice.
“That was private,” she reminded Doc.
“Was it?” He lightly pecked her stretched-up arm.
Sawyer was all ears. “I’m your mate, too? I thought it was just little britches over here that was your intended companion.”
“No. You all are,” she corrected him, “but it doesn’t matter. Bane doesn’t want me claiming the rest of you, since he’s just going to take me away from here when he gets back.”
Kellan scowled.
Sawyer didn’t know too much about shape-shifters, only what he’d heard in rumors, legends, and myths, but he got a warm, fuzzy feeling at the thought of some unknown force or higher being creating someone just for him. Well, him, his brothers, and Doc.
“So that includes Eeyore?” he queried.
Jade nodded. “Yeah, but I’m not claiming him. He’s a psycho.”
Sawyer laughed as he approached her. “He’s special. No question about that, but I think sociopath is the more accurate term.”
“You don’t know Stetson like I do,” she mumbled.
“How do you know him?” Kellan joked.
Jade’s cheeks flushed with delicate color
again that seemed to travel to her chest when Sawyer angled her chin to meet his gaze.
“I’ve known him for twenty years, kitten. A hell of a lot longer than you.”
“I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
He smiled. “Oh good, ’cause I’m holding a crop and it’s itching to strike.”
She shuddered, but the blue fire in her eyes riled his urges. “Will it hurt?”
“Pain is subjective,” he informed her, “but yeah, it’s gonna hurt.”
She looked at him quizzically. “So this isn’t to punish me? It’s just preparation?”
“That’s right, angel.”
He kissed her nose, touched by the way her eyes closed like the small gesture of tenderness was heaven to her. It wasn’t something he did very often with a woman, only the ones he really had a thing for. Its meaning seemed to carry far more weight with Jade than it had with any of her predecessors.
“So Stetson’s psychotic in bed?” she asked nervously.
“No,” Sawyer replied before thinking back on the things he’d seen his older brother do with and to his past submissives in their club. “Well…”
Doc chimed in. “He’s just intense and a bit hardcore at times.”
She swallowed. “How hardcore are we talking?”
Kellan sounded curious from where he stood to the right and a short distance behind Sawyer. “Yeah, how intense is he?”
Kellan wasn’t a Dom and he’d never actually seen Stetson during a scene that Sawyer was aware of. “He’s into edge play and some hardcore S&M. He likes to draw blood sometimes, too.”
Jade looked squeamish and mildly panicked.
“But since this is only temporary and you’ll be leaving with Bane when he gets back, you’ll likely never see the dark side of Stetson,” Sawyer reassured her.
That seemed to comfort and disappoint her simultaneously.
“Enough talk,” Doc decided. “Jade, spread your legs and keep them apart.”