“Of course not, cousin.” Abel tried to sound like he would never try for Riley. They both knew he was lying, since Abel wanted everything Brenton had ever had. “There’s plenty of hot girls out there to play with.”
“Brenton,” Clare walked back up, looking between the two Alphas. She then decided to ignore Abel and turn to Brenton. That was actually incredibly rude of her. He might not like Abel but, damn, she wrote him off like another low ranking nothing. “Would you like to dance?”
“Sorry, Clare, my dance card is full this evening.” He tried to smile and let her down easy instead of straight telling her to fuck off. It was a hard thing to do.
“You haven’t danced all evening though,” she put a hand on his arm and he stepped away. He felt his face settle into bored disinterest, any attempt to smile, gone.
“This is my cousin, Abel Cartona. Go dance with him. I’m only dancing with Riley this evening.” He gestured to his cousin, who’s eyes widened a little. Clare frowned at Brenton and looked to Abel.
It took nearly ten minutes of them chatting, but they left to dance together. Brenton chugged the beer he had. It was his third and he wasn’t feeling it. He walked over to the bar, done with being on the couches and listening to people suck up.
He found Troy at the bar playing bartender. It would keep him sober since he was busy being a good host. It was strange. Put Troy in charge of the alcohol and he wouldn’t drink it. It worked, though, and that was what mattered.
“Scotch on the rocks,” Brenton told him, stepping behind the bar and ignoring the other people waiting for a drink. Troy grinned at him and handed him his drink. Brenton downed it and held the glass out. Troy refilled it, and Brenton took it down again. On the third pour, Brenton started sipping. He was big enough that it took a lot of alcohol to mess him up. He wanted a good buzz, though, so he had to work for it.
“Having a good time there, Brenton?” Troy chuckled, watching him.
“Trying. Make sure you get to dance with Riley tonight.” He smirked into his drink.
“Yeah, I heard. Have fun getting those leather pants off her,” Troy laughed, throwing his head back.
They all needed this after the shit in Wild Junction. They needed to remember they were still young and had full lives ahead of them. They needed to stop attracting more problems and just kick back for a few fucking years. This party was the start of that. The hunters wouldn’t be stupid enough to fuck with them anymore, and there weren’t any prides out there willing to pick a fight. Time to enjoy life again like they had been before this started.
Brenton stood there, listening to conversations around him. People were wondering who Riley must be to get the attention of his pride. They had seen him and Riley when she walked in, and that made them all wonder if Brenton was finally settling down.
They had no fucking clue. Riley was it for him. She was the ‘end all, be all’ for the guys, whether they wanted to admit that shit or not.
Troy started pouring shots and Riley came up with Andrew. They both took one and Brenton raised his glass in respect. She winked at him and was gone, leaving him and Andrew alone since Troy followed her into the crowd.
Andrew took over the bar, looking hot and flustered. He’d been on the dance floor for an insanely long time, and Brenton could only imagine how hard Riley had worked him.
“Holy shit,” he mumbled. “She had me eating out of her hand for that dance. That’s never happened before.”
Brenton laughed and patted Andrew’s back. Brenton didn’t want to tell the cougar that he and Riley were equals in the pride. Those two would always be fighting over dominance. He wondered how much spice that would add to the bedroom for them once they figured it out.
When Riley came for another shot, Troy came back around, panting. They were nearly three hours into the party at this point and he still needed to let Zachary dance with her.
He watched those two dance. Like always, Riley was pressed to her partner, grinding against Zachary, who was completely focused on the movement of her body. When she spun, her shirt flashed that lacy black bra and a bit of her stomach before resettling. He could see that Zachary was totally into her and probably hard as hell from her dropping low and rubbing her ass on him as she came back up. Fuck, that was mean of her, since it would leave Zachary with blue balls for the rest of the night.
When they parted, Zachary walked her to Brenton, who put his drink down slowly. Her eyes were glazed with alcohol and pleasure. Her pupils were a bit dilated and her skin was shining with sweat.
As he took Riley, he leaned to Zachary and whispered.
“Keep an eye on the party until everyone is thrown out. No one crashes on our couches or in our beds. And keep a very close eye on Abel. I hate that he’s here.”
Zachary nodded and walked away.
Riley pulled Brenton to the middle of the room. He was nearly stalking her, grinning from the ideas going through his head. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her. Luckily, the music in the condo would drown out her cries of pleasure so no one would get to enjoy them tonight but him.
He curved her to his body, setting the pace for the dance. She had to follow him, and she knew it. They hadn’t truly danced since the day they met, and Brenton wasn’t sure why he’d waited so long to get her back on the dance floor. They danced so fucking well together.
She bumped and ground into him, panting. He had one hand on her ass, one in her hair, forcing her to look up at him. He put his head at the base of her neck, biting down as they ground against each other, his cock pressed against her. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him to his spot for the rest of the dance. That was perfectly okay for him.
Once the song was over, he picked her up, letting her legs swing around his waist. He ignored all the people watching as he walked to the stairs, carrying her all the way up. He wondered if he could get her to keep the heels on when he was in her.
He opened the door to the master bedroom as they kissed. He nibbled and played with her lip piercings, yanking them a little but nothing too rough. He had been drinking so no real play would be happening in terms of paddles and other rough stuff.
But he fully intended on fucking her hard.
He dropped her on her feet once the door was closed and pushed her against the wall. He pulled her top off and then undid her bra, letting her round B cups fall out. He picked her back up and began to devour them, licking and sucking while she was pinned.
She tried to pull off his blazer when she had her feet back on the ground. He allowed it, but wouldn’t let her undress him further. He opened her leather pants and moved her to the bed. He was able to get them off and leave those fucking red heels on. It was a miracle he would remember for the rest of his life.
“My shoes,” she gasped as he toyed with her black lace thong. Her husky voice was lower than usual, thick with pleasure and need.
“Oh no, beautiful, those are staying on while I’m fucking you tonight,” he growled, pressed himself against her, and kissed her. He moved his hips so his cock would rub against her. “You should have known better than to wear something like those.”
She kept trying to take off his suit, so he grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. She arched her back as he looked down on the prize he’d wanted all night. She wiggled and writhed, pleading for her Alpha to fuck her. But now that he was here, he wanted it done at his pace. And he saw no reason to rush.
“Keep your hands up there or I’ll spank you til you can’t sit for a week,” he growled, his voice hoarse. “I’m going to take this at my pace, and I promise you’ll love it. I’ve never led you astray before, have I?”
“No,” she moaned. Everything he did had always been about her pleasure. He knew what she liked from him, and he was more than willing to give it to her.
He kissed down her body, his hands toying with her as they traveled down. He licked and pinched her perky, pink nipples. He continued until he got to the thong and he broke the tiny strings o
n the sides. Throwing it across the room, he began to eat her out, tonguing her clit and fingering her hard. He wanted her to cum right fucking now.
She obliged him, and he grinned at her. He stepped back after lapping up every drop of her. He stripped slowly, throwing his tie on her, opening his shirt slowly, button by button. She was panting in anticipation and when he undid his belt, he motioned for her to stand up and come in front of him.
Once she stood there, only in those damn red heels, he pointed down. She knew what he was telling her. She dropped to her knees and took his cock out. Now he was going to see just how nice that red lipstick was going to look.
She took his head in, and he groaned, jerking and pushing deeper in her mouth. He had to be careful. They were both a little drunk. He wrapped both hands in her hair and slowly began to thrust as she sucked him off. He worked gently all the way into her throat and growled.
“Just like that, Riley. Fucking perfect,” he snarled in pleasure, unable to stop himself from pulling out and sliding all the way back in.
When he felt his balls clench, he pulled out and ignored her sound of disappointment.
“Oh, beautiful, we’re just getting to the good part,” he told her as he helped her stand. He sat her on the edge of the bed, smiling at the sight. He stripped off his pants and boxer briefs completely, kicking them away.
“Lay back, feet in the air. I want to see those pretty fucking shoes.”
She did, spreading her legs wide for him, her ass barely on the bed. He prowled up and pushed into her, filling her in one thrust. She screamed his name, and he snarled. She was so damn ready for him.
He didn’t waste time, fucking her hard, holding her hips as he pounded in. He wasn’t the gentlest lover, but, as Riley’s back arched, he knew she liked it.
“Brenton! Oh, fuck yes!”
He continued to slam into her, letting his pelvic bone grind into her clit. Fuck, even after all this, her small frame was still tight. He let her legs wrap around him and her heels sat on his ass.
“Oh God!” She placed her palms on his abs, and he kept rocking into her, shaking the bed from the force.
She wouldn’t cum until he told her to. She waited for him to say something, and he waited until he felt his balls tighten again, ready to end it.
“Now, Riley,” he grunted, forcing himself to continue until she finally went over the edge.
She rippled around him, tightening on his cock, her screams echoing off the walls. He buried himself all the way and followed her into bliss. He came hard and he came a lot, still shooting as her orgasm ended. Fuck, as he filled her, she was still moaning.
“Brenton,” she drew his name out and her eyes were barely open. He had a tendency to fuck her into exhaustion. He’d been okay with that since the first time. He just wouldn’t admit out loud that he was proud of the ability to put her half asleep.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for the bed, beautiful.”
He removed the heels, letting them fall to the floor. He walked to the bathroom and wet a couple of washcloths with warm water, wiping himself down, then her with a clean one. Once she was clean and nearly asleep, he pulled back the blankets and settled them both in.
This party had done exactly as he’d planned and hoped for. He was holding his girlfriend close to his body, spooning her as she purred, and he forgot all about the shit in Wild Junction.
ZACHARY
Zachary watched the party from a seat on the couch with all the guys around him. Brenton was off with Riley, and they needed that. Brenton was riding a mood, and Riley soothed him, letting him work it out in the bedroom.
Zachary didn’t like that Abel was here, either. Once, Abel made the mistake of asking Zachary to ditch Brenton over something stupid and join him as he built up his right to become the leader of the Cartona Pride. He never would be. Not every Alpha was pride-leading material. Some worked and listened to even better Alphas. They would be inner circle, but they would never truly lead. It was a fact of their kind.
Shit, Zachary was more dominant than Abel, who was a fucking Alpha. Pathetic. And none of them could figure out why he was in Denver. He was normally in fucking New York with his own damn family. Denver belonged to Kingson, it was his fucking turf. Zachary would uphold that claim.
The fact that Abel showed up uninvited and unannounced was rude and a slap to the pride’s face. That much was certain.
“Why the fuck is he here?” Troy growled as the watched Abel flirt with girls and puff his chest out to other males.
“No idea,” Zachary growled, “but Brenton didn’t like it either, so we have to keep a close eye on him and the party.”
As he said it, Abel turned to them and walked over.
“So, Brenton decided a piece of ass was more important than his own party?” Abel grinned down at them.
Fucking no one talked about Riley like that. They all snarled their displeasure at Abel, who looked at them like they were crazy.
“That ‘piece of ass’ is a member of the fucking pride, Abel,” Zachary snarled. People stopped talking and dancing as Zachary stood up to meet Abel man to man. “And a fucking important member of the pride. Her name is Riley Stern. So, you might want to adjust your fucking opinion.”
“Rumor is Brenton shares. Never expected that,” Abel chuckled and didn’t step back as Zachary got in his space.
“Get out, Abel. We don’t fucking want you here.” Zachary snarled, low in his throat, a real one.
“Why don’t you ask your Alpha to throw me out?” Abel sneered.
“My Alpha doesn’t need to. We both know I can fucking take you. We can fucking take you.” Zachary looked down at the lion. He had four inches on the guy. Not many people were taller than Zachary. Hell, Zachary was taller than Brenton.
The rest of the pride stood up, slow and ready. They were confident in their ability to handle Abel. He was just being a twat because he was the only Alpha in the room.
“Well, if your pride keeps up the way it has, you won’t be taking anyone soon. I heard your house was raided by hunters. You had to call in a bear to help you and the state’s shifter task force to clean up.” Abel laughed then. “Are you guys slipping since you let a chick join? Is she making you weak?”
“That chick killed four of them herself,” Andrew was calm. “Be careful, she’s fucking solid with her Glock 17.”
“Oh, so you have a little badass, is that right?” Abel took that step back, his hands up in mock defeat like the stupid internet meme. Then Abel stopped. “Riley Stern? Was that her name?”
“Yeah,” Zachary growled low. “You hear about her?”
“Isn’t her mother Isabella Gordon?” Abel looked disgusted at the thought. A lot of shifters in the room gasped at the information. The pride already knew that information was out there and never going back in the box, but they didn’t want it to be a topic of conversation. Isabella’s reputation would be a dark spot on Riley’s life everywhere, no matter what they did.
“So?” Gabe smiled with his brother Troy grinning next to him. “Nearly our entire pride is kids with infamous parents. Now, you should leave.”
They stared at each other. It was well past midnight and Zachary considered shutting the party down, but he needed Abel to leave first. His fist clenched and opened several times as he fought back the need and desire to punch this fucker out.
“Fine,” Abel shrugged. “I’ll go before one of you attempts to crack my head open. I wasn’t invited anyways.”
More gasps in the room. Zachary let a deep growl slip out, silencing people again.
“Good luck with your hunter problem,” Abel grinned and walked out, everyone staying silent.
“Keep partying, everyone. No reason to let a rude fuck ruin the fun.” Troy laughed and cranked the music up.
They all sat back down on the couches and watched. Women came and went, hitting on them, but they quickly made it clear they weren’t interested.
“We’re loyal to Riley
and she’s loyal to us,” Andrew smiled at him after about an hour. Zachary nodded.
“Damn straight. I can handle not having her every night in my arms if I can at least be with her,” Gabe chuckled. “None of these chicks hold a candle to our girl.”
“Your girl?” Clare strolled up with a couple other girls. “Thought she was Brenton’s girl. That’s what it looked like.”
The guys looked at the drunk girls and groaned at each other. This shit was not as fun as it used to be.
“Riley does us the honor of being our girlfriend,” Zachary let that sink in. “And that’s all youReally need to know.”
“So, Abel was right?” One of the girls frowned. “You share?”
Troy stood up on the couch and turned off the music. People looked to the couch and went silent.
“If you’re here to fuck a Kingson Pride member, you can leave,” Troy yelled. “We are off the market!”
Nearly all the women were shocked, and Zachary rolled his eyes. Clare was glaring at them. Since they had met her, she’d wanted Brenton’s dick as her own, hoping to get the illustrious title of Brenton’s main squeeze before anyone else. It had made coming to Denver to do business a pain in the ass. Most of the other women were out to get any of them, since they were a young, strong pride that, until they met Riley, stayed very unattached from relationships. Except Andrew, who was a picky fuck with his one girlfriend before Riley.
“Plus, it’s three in the morning, so the party is just over!” Troy called out, waving. “Hope you all had good time. Get home safe! No one is crashing here.”
People began to file out, a lot of the women stomping. It was a rude way to end a party but shit, they were tired. They only really threw this thing so they could try and be normal for a moment. Try to forget about the hunters trying to kill them.
“Next time we throw a party, it’s just us and Riley. She can dance and drink, and then we can just go to sleep,” Andrew groaned
“Yup,” Zachary also groaned, standing up. He wanted her, but she was probably in a dead sleep curled up with Brenton. Thank God, she wasn’t down here for the mess of politics as the night went on. She didn’t need to see a bunch of bitches trying to ride their cocks when said cocks belonged to her.
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