My Billionaire Boss

by Gold, Bella

  “Stop!” Elias yelled, back in his human form.

  But there was no stopping me. I lunged forward, aiming for his face this time, but before I could do anything, there was another lion blocking my way.

  It wasn't Deacon. It was Elias. His other form.

  He wanted to kill him. I knew he did.

  But I wanted to kill him too.

  “Both of us,” Elias growled.

  And I knew that's exactly the way it had to be.

  Together, we turned toward El Monstruo - The Monster - and showed him exactly what sort of monsters we were.

  His men, those from earlier, fled. The only two that remained were Juan and Gabriel, both watching as we tore open the abdomen of their leader. We took turns biting and gnawing, not eating his flesh, but destroying it. Killing him slowly. He fought against us, screamed out in pain, just as I imagined both of our parents had done as he killed them too.

  Finally, his body stopped moving, the ground was soaked in blood.

  He was dead.

  The monster was dead.

  And Elias and I were both alive.

  Chapter Twenty

  AVA

  There we were, on our hands and knees, naked and covered in blood. Yet, my eyes fell on him and all I could think about was how badly I wanted him. I'd heard that after a kill, the excitement can be too much, that it can make you crazy to mate. And it was true. Very true.

  The look in his eyes conveyed the same feeling. Animalistic, raw, and full of lust. We stared at each other for a long while, blood dripping from our chins, before Gabriel said, “We should get back.”

  He was right, but my body quivered with need. Glancing down, I could see Elias' erection, proving that he was just as hard and ready as I was.

  But the boys were right.

  I stood up, feeling a bit wobbly, but Elias caught me in his arms before I fell.

  “Thank you,” I said, staring up into those green eyes. “For everything.”

  “Thank you for not dying,” he said, winking at me.

  Cocky son of a bitch. But I smiled and so did he.

  He helped me to my feet, and that's when I heard a sound coming from the cabin.

  “What's in there?” I asked, looking to Gabriel and Juan.

  “I don't know,” Juan said with a shrug. “We've never been here before.”

  Another sound. A baby crying. Before anyone could stop me, I rushed toward the cabin, pushing open the door. It was locked, but it was so use against my lion/bear strength I kicked it open and stepped inside to find women chained by their necks with silver, babies in some of their arms.

  I looked at Elias and he looked at me.

  “Are you here to help us?” one of the women asked, staring up at me with such fear in her eyes.

  Kneeling down, I asked her, “What was he doing to you?”

  But there was no time for answers. Men would be coming back, more men than we'd dealt with so far. And we needed to get all of them free.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Elias

  Arturo was dead when we got back. He bled to death from Ava's bite. Deacon was pacing the warehouse when we came in, and when the door opened, he appeared ready to shift.

  But when he saw it was us, his eyes lit up and filled with tears. I can't recall ever seeing this man cry, not like this, but in that moment, he rushed the room and embraced us, not even paying attention to the women and babies coming in behind us.

  “We should go, just in case they try to find us,” I said.

  Deacon nodded, finally seeing those who came in behind us. He gave me a questioning look, but I didn't say anything.

  Ava nodded. “He's right.”

  She walked away from us, and at first, I couldn't figure out where she was going. But she went over to her bag, the one she packed earlier when we set out on this mission. “I'll be quick.”

  She rushed into the bathroom with a handful of clothes. I couldn't blame her, being naked in front of everyone was probably uncomfortable for her, even if she looked amazing. I was almost sad to see it covered up. God, I wanted her. That girl knew exactly how to drive me crazy.

  I also needed to throw some clothes on, but not because I felt insecure or uncomfortable, but just to make it easier to get around. “Me too,” I said, reaching for my bag. “Gabriel can fill you in on what happened.”

  Deacon turned to the Gabriel and Juan, and I slipped into the bathroom. As the door opened, Ava protested until she saw it was me.

  “Shhh,” I said, sidling up next to her in the cramped bathroom.

  “What are you doing, Elias?” she said, laughing and slapping my chest playfully.

  “I needed to see you without your clothes on more time?”

  She rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her face. After that kiss earlier, I couldn't wait to get with her again. Even with our bodies covered in blood, there was nothing more that I wanted than to kiss her again. I had my chance, and I took it.

  Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers. I feared she might pull away, but she didn't. Instead, she grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me closer. My body was pressed against hers now, my erection harder than before. Her rubbing up against it didn't help matters either.

  “Ava--” I said, pulling away, but she nibbled my lip and pulled me back into her.

  “I thought I might have lost you earlier today, Elias,” she said. “And it killed me. When you didn't come to save me, I feared they had you.”

  I pushed her hair away from her face and looked into those dark, but beautiful eyes. I don't know what I did to deserve it, but this woman cared about me. And I cared about her.

  “I had to be careful, I watched for the others, made sure they were far enough away,” I whispered, kissing down the length of her neck. “I couldn't risk it, but if there was any sign of him hurting you... I was there.”

  “I know you were,” she said, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look at her. “We should get cleaned up.”

  There was a shower in the far corner of the small bathroom, and Ava stepped inside, giving me a glance. “Shouldn't we--?”

  But as I stared at her, naked and waiting, motioning for me to join her, how could I say no? I stepped into the shower with her, the warm water rushing over our bodies.

  “We'll have to hurry,” she said, taking the bar of soap left from the last person who showered here, and running down my chest, my abs and finally, her hands grasped at my cock, cupping it in her soft hands as she washed me down. My head went back as she stroked me and washed me at the same time.

  “I need you, Elias,” she whispered.

  “I need you too, Ava.” I stepped forward, pressing her against the shower wall, and kissed her. Her legs wrapped around my body and I was thankful for nonslip flooring in the shower, because I was holding her up.

  She pressed herself into me, and I felt her opening. I rubbed up against it, teasing her, but we had no time to tease. If we wanted to do this, we needed to be fast. Without a second thought, I let my primal side take over, plunging myself inside of her. She wiggled against me, gasping for air as I buried myself deep inside of her. It was such a relief to finally be sheathed inside of her - after all the teasing earlier and then the animalistic killing leaving us both feeling high and horny.

  It was about fucking time.

  And we were going to make the most of it, even if we did have to hurry.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  AVA

  He slipped inside of me so easily, it was like we were made for one another. My body was overcome with pleasure from the very beginning, the need nearly taking its toll on me. I needed this before I could go on, before I could face whatever happened next. After all the emotion of the day, I needed to show Elias exactly how I felt about him.

  And it would seem he felt the same way about me.

  We'd only just met, but he got me in ways no one else did. His story was like mine, we were similar, yet different. He intrigued me, yet I understo
od him better than I did any man I'd met before.

  And as he fucked me, I never wanted this to end. Whatever happened between us, I hoped that we'd be able to stay together. I didn't have to know him well to know I wanted to fall in love with this man, and honestly, it would be easy. No one challenged me the way he did, no one trusted my strength as much as he did. He didn't treat me like a damsel in distress or a child, and that was rare.

  He saw me for me, and yet... He liked it.

  And I liked him.

  He felt so good inside of me, and our bodies moved in a perfect rhythm. The rest of the world was dead to us, it was just him and me and we were savoring the moment.

  I shuddered against him, trying my hardest not to cry out his name. But it was hard, so fucking hard. Everything about him was just so perfect. My hands were entwined in his hair, and I felt myself pulling back, pulling his face upward to kiss me. I wanted those perfect lips on mine, wanted to taste his mouth. I wanted to kiss him all over, and while now wasn't the time for that, soon. I'd have to taste more of him soon.

  But for now, I was happy fucking him, and my body was overcome with pleasure, causing me to bite down on his lip and cry out into his mouth as I climaxed, my body bucking against his as he continued fucking me. I tightened around him, spasmed around him, and I could feel him shaking and struggling to hold on.

  And as quickly as it all started, he was finishing. He filled me with his seed, gripping my ass tightly and grunting as his mouth pulled away from mine. “Oh Ava,” he choked out, his eyes clenched shut as he came inside of. “God, you're amazing.”

  He let go of me, gently, letting me slide back to my feet. Kissing me, he said, “I hope next time we won't have to rush or be quiet.”

  “Me too, sweetie,” I said, feeling my heart fill with joy. “Me too.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  El Monstruo's people never showed up, as far as we know. Maybe what they witnessed scared them silly, or maybe they needed reinforcements. Hell if I know. After Elias and I made love, we slipped back out and left before we had a chance to run into anyone else.

  Come to find out, the reason El Monstruo wanted me was for some sick breeding program. The woman tied in the cabin were shifters, like me, with the ability to transform into more than one animal. I guess there's some sort of power in it, something the cartels wanted from us. He originally wanted Elias to join his ranks, much like Gabriel and Juan, but Deacon foiled those plans by showing up that night and beating his ass.

  He thought he'd kill two birds with one stone - get revenge on Deacon while also adding to his collection. But like so many men out there, he underestimated me. He underestimated me big time. I wasn't one to just roll over and let him have me. Oh hell no.

  I put up a fight. And in the end, I won. Well, technically WE won. Elias played a huge part in it too, obviously.

  Elias left the motorcycle gang world behind, choosing instead to run off with Deacon and me. After all, the cartels were still out there and would love to find us. Easier said than done, though.

  “I don't think I'll ever get sick of this view,” I said, standing on our balcony, staring out at the Sydney Harbor. Elias came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

  “And I don't think I'll ever get sick of this view,” he said, kissing the back of my neck gently.

  “I sure as hell hope not,” I said, turning toward him. His hair had finally grown back, it was long again. I loved it. “Because you're stuck with me.”

  “And I couldn't be happier about that,” he said, kissing me.

  There was a knock at the door.

  “Did you--”

  “Yeah, I invited Deacon over for dinner,” Elias said. “Him and his new girlfriend.”

  “She's not his girlfriend,” I said, laughing as I walked toward the front of the condo.

  “So he says, but I see the way he looks at her. Exactly how I look at you, I'm sure.”

  Whether or not Deacon was my father, it didn't matter. He filled that role for me, and hopefully one day soon, maybe even get to be a grandfather. Not that we were trying or anything. We were still getting settled and the wedding was months off.

  “Well, I'm just glad he's happy, that's all,” I said, opening the door. Deacon had found himself a stunning Australian woman, and I actually kind of liked her. She wasn't my mom... but then again, no one ever would be. He admitted that himself.

  As weird as things were now, I honestly had to admit I was happy. My parents were never coming back and the nightmares haunted me from time to time - some of them of El Monstruo's corpse, others of what he probably did to my parents - but Elias was there for me. Elias understood more than anyone else.

  I had a family again, and we all had something to live for again. So yeah, things were good.

  They were really good.

  The End.

  Desires Between Us

  By Em Covax

  CHAPTER 1

  “Sir? Sir? We’re going to be landing soon.”

  Michael rubbed his closed eyes as he heard Cynthia’s sweet voice and gentle hand rouse him from his sleep. With her honey blonde hair and big trusting eyes, she was one of his favorite stewardesses.

  “Thank you darling,” Michael murmured, taking his time to stretch out on the bed in the back of his private jet.

  “Would you mind bringing me a black coffee in my travel mug and an aspirin?”

  Cynthia nodded her head, quick to move into action.

  “Right away Sir.”

  She was gone for less than a minute but by the time she had come back Michael was already standing up with a pair of black pants on and halfway done with buttoning his shirt. He thanked Cynthia for the coffee as she handed him the cup. In a relaxed manner, he rested one hand on his hip and with the other he lifted the cup to his lips as Cynthia finished up buttoning his shirt. When she was done she smoothed her hands over the clean white shirt, feeling not just the fabric, but also the well-defined muscles that rested beneath it.

  “It was a pleasure serving you, Sir,” Cynthia smiled as she brought her brown eyes up to his ice blue ones.

  Returning the smile, Michael dipped his head and gave Cynthia a long, sensual kiss, leaving her breathless by the time he pulled away. As his captain came over the intercom to call him to his seat, Cynthia walked on trembling legs towards the front of the cabin where she too would strap herself in for the landing. Michael allowed himself the pleasure of watching her struggle for even steps before he obliged the captain and took a seat in the middle of the cabin and strapped his seatbelt on.

  Michael Ortega was a billionaire who loved his life. His mother, who is Spanish, and his father, who is American, passed their business minds and romantic hearts to him. Shortly after he had finished his Master’s in international business at Harvard he built his very first club. It was settled in the mountains of Aspen, Colorado and it was an instant hit. Since then he had built twenty-five clubs in the most luxurious places in the world.

  Being that Michael was a man who liked having control, he was constantly traveling to check in on his clubs to make sure no side businesses were being run without his permission. His private jet, which had now landed, had taken him to his favorite one. Fet was nestled on the southern coast of Jamaica next to a resort and was one of his most lucrative clubs. Loving it so much, he had decided to make his home there.

  As Michael got off his plane and into his limousine, he thought fondly of his mansion he would finally be relaxing in that night. He had bought an old plantation’s estate that was hidden up on one of the bluffs. It had taken a lot of work, and a hell of a lot of money, but now it was restored, and his favorite place to live in the world. The only problem was that it was a three-hour drive from the airport and once there at least a half hour drive from any location.

  Wanting to stay awake, Michael pulled out his cell phone and dialed the mansion’s landline number. After four rings he heard the soft, feminine voice of his housekeeper, Lola. He smiled as he
pictured her, startled and full of sleep; wondering who in the world would be possibly calling at such a late hour.

  “Hola? I mean, yes?” She asked, her voice soft and drowsy.

  “Hello my darling,” Michael answered, smiling into the phone. He heard her gasp in surprise and knew she was now fully awake.

  “Sir! It’s been so long. How are you?”

  “I’m fine, mi amore, and I wanted to tell you that I’ll be coming home,” Michael responded.

  “That’s fantastic, Sir! The house is in wonderful shape, I promise you. When will you be arriving?”

  “In about two and a half hours.” Looking down at his watch, quickly calculated his arrival to be around three in the morning.

  “Aye, why didn’t you tell me you were coming sooner?” Lola scolded.

  “I’ll prepare your room and have some breakfast for you when you arrive.”

  Michael thanked her and hung up the phone. With all his traveling, it was not uncommon for him to sexually sample his workers, especially since they were all so damn attractive. However, he had yet to sample Lola. For the longest time she had been married, but while he was away for the past year they divorced, and she was now open for seduction.

  CHAPTER 2

  “James! Papi, wake up.” Lola threw a pillow at her younger lover’s head, trying to wake him.

  “The master will be coming home shortly, and I need your help getting some things ready.”

  “I’m only the pool boy,” James murmured, not opening his dark brown eyes.

  “It’s your problem.”

  The next thing that hit his head was not a pillow, but a shoe chucked at him with surprising strength from such a petite woman. His ebony hand went to the back of his throbbing skull as he sat up and opened his eyes, cursing the tiny ninja.

  “Don’t be a lazy Punta,” Lola hissed.