by Rae Foxx
Wulf growled at my lack of response, the sound low and gravelly. He placed his hands on the bed and began crawling toward me.
“Wulf, I’m serious. Now isn’t the time,” I said it with as much authority as I could muster, but again I felt my pussy throb with desire. Wulf smirked again. Bastard.
“Well, that may be true, but I think it can all take a little break. Just a quick little fuck, to teach my little fox that she should be more careful with her accusations. More careful where she sticks that pretty little fox nose.” He emphasized his statement by reaching out to tweak my other nipple. “Ouch! Wulf, come on! We gotta—”
Before I could protest any further, Wulf pounced on me, landing on top of me and flattening me on the bed. His legs straddled me and he placed one giant hand over my mouth, effectively stopping me from speaking. Anger flashed through me, and I pushed against him pointlessly. He was likely seventy to eighty pounds heavier than me.
He smiled wickedly and, keeping his weight on me, removed the hand over my mouth to say “No more talking now, Scar. Do we understand each other? Every time you decide to open that beautiful mouth I will hurt some part of you.” My eyes widened, but I stayed silent. My heart thundered at his words, but I had to admit this domineering side of Wulf was really fucking hot.
He continued with a gleam in his eye, “Only enough to keep you tame, my fox. Only enough to keep you begging.”
What a fucking asshole. There was no way I was going to be some submissive little female for him! Though...the idea of him being all in control this way was definitely doing it for me. I was momentarily lost in indecision, but all thoughts drained from my head as I watched him.
He now removed himself from my torso and stepped off the bed, maintaining eye contact all the while. I watched his lithe body move and pull him through the motions of removing his clothing, and had to cross my legs to keep from revealing just how into this I was.
Vaguely in the back of my mind I wondered where Travis and Evan had gotten to. If they’d lost me outside of the bar, or if they were now combing through the bar itself, tearing it apart looking for me. I didn’t hear any noise coming from outside the door though, and I had to assume they were still hunting the murderer.
A grunt pulled me from my thoughts, and I returned to the present to find Wulf jamming a chair underneath the doorknob, real old-movie-villain style. Apparently he’d had the same thought: that my other mates might bust in here at any second, guns ablaze. “Don’t want anyone interrupting us, now would we?” He asked me coyly, confirming my suspicion. My heart fluttered at the idea of being alone with my wolf shifter mate, and I sat up on my elbows on the bed, eyeing him.
Noticing my silence, Wulf nodded, “Very good.”
Returning to the edge of the bed, my eyes dropped to his now fully-hard cock. It quivered in front of me just above eye level, and I felt my mouth water. Moving my gaze back up to his face I saw his eye had grown more intense, and he grabbed my ankles, yanking me to the edge of the bed. I yelped, and in response he lifted me up from the bed and quickly flipped me over. What the? Before I could call him the motherfucker that he was, he slapped my ass hard enough that I knew there’d be a handprint.
“Ow! Wulf, what the fu—!” He cut me off again, slamming his body against my own in order to reach around to my nipple, which he again squeezed and twisted. Painfully. “What did I say about talking, little fox? Or did you already forget?”
He pulled me up to kneeling before him on the bed, my pussy practically dripping, I had to swallow every retort that wanted to come flying out of my mouth. Wulf waited to see if I would speak again, then when I didn’t he switched from twisting my nipple to rubbing it. My pain mixed with pleasure, and I felt his other hand rub soothing circles on the ass cheek he’d just maimed.
My legs shook a little, but I was proud of myself for holding in my screams. And retorts.. Wulf placed a hand roughly between my shoulders and shoved me forward again, my face turning to land sideways on the comforter. Now fully spread for him, Wulf dragged that same hand down my back, over my ass, and gently ran it across my asshole and pussy.
Everything in me focused on that hand, immediately forgetting the pain of a moment before. My body warmed further and I felt somehow even more wetness gather right beneath his hand. “Good girl, good little fox. Do you want me to fuck you like this, Scarlet? Do you want me to claim you? Make you my own personal toy?”
I moaned slightly, “Fuck, Wulf. Just fuck me!” Shit.
Wulf’s response was swift, and it came in the form of a hard slap to my cunt. I jerked forward, but pain again mixed with pleasure as his hand returned to smoothing and rubbing the folds there. I moaned again.
“Shall we try again? Would you like me to play with you, little fox?”
This time I just nodded into the comforter.
“Very good.”
Without hesitation, Wulf plunged his fingers inside my now slick pussy and I had to remind myself not to throw myself into it, moaning and whimpering. Unable to stop every reaction, my hips bucked, begging for more of him. I heard a small grunt behind me and Wulf’s other hand came around to squeeze and toy with my breast, the other doing some kind of witchcraft to my clit and pussy. Because of the position of our bodies, I could feel his stiff erection pressed into my ass and leg and I smiled to myself, happy that he was enjoying it.
For a few moments I felt nothing but Wulf’s beautiful hands all over and inside of me, whipping me toward orgasm at record speed. I bucked my hips more, struggling to stay in the submissive position on the bed. Just as his hands picked up speed and I felt my body tensing around them, he removed both hands.
“What the—” cutting me off for the third time with another harsh slap to my ass, Wulf suddenly grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over. “You just don’t seem to be understanding me, fox. I’m the one doing the talking, and the fucking. You are the one taking it. Nothing more.” I looked into his eye and saw how serious he was. I swallowed and nodded, careful to show him I wasn’t fighting.
Then, just as abruptly as the flip a moment before, Wulf grabbed me around the waist again and picked me up. Quickly carrying me over to the wall he slammed me against it, harshly. His hands were gripping my ass with a little too much force, but I said nothing and just wrapped my legs around his waist. With my pussy now flush against him I felt the full length of his cock and had to stifle a whimper. Gods I wanted it inside of me. All this pain and talking was just getting in the way.
Seeming to catch my drift, Wulf slammed his mouth against my own, his dick pressing into my ready pussy. I gasped, but managed not to speak as he slammed that thick erection fully into me. There would be no hesitation, no gentle or kind words with Wulf. This man knew what he wanted and would do what it took to get it.
With my back pressed against the wall, Wulf had enough leverage to slam into me again, again, again. His strong arms around my waist and hips felt amazing as they both supported me and squeezed me until I was nearly breathless. Our tongues tangled together almost violently, smashing and tasting and sucking. Holy fuck.
I came back to that place of near-orgasm almost instantly, loving the feel of my wolf inside of me, his hands on my body and his taste on my tongue. Careful not to make too much noise, I still let slip a tiny moan. Worried that I’d be punished for my mistake I pulled back slightly, but Wulf just fucked me harder, switching his mouth to my breast. I arched slightly at the roughness there, but enjoyed it nevertheless.
My own hands tangled in Wulf’s long hair, and he growled in pleasure. Picking up speed, and force, Wulf fucked me against the wall until I was nearly crying from trying to hold in my scream of ecstasy. For one inane moment I was grateful for our silence, since it meant no one could hear what we were doing in here.
Suddenly, seemingly without warning, I was free-falling off the edge into an intense orgasm. The combo of Wulf’s aggression, the adrenaline and terror that had brought me here, and the sheer sexiness of this particu
lar fuck sent me rushing through climax painfully. I gasped loudly, not caring if he would punish me. I didn’t have to worry though as Wulf reached his own release and I felt his cum stream into me. In the final throes of our fuck he hit me harder than he ever had with his hips and his cock, using my own hips to slam me into him with great force. His face and body contorted in pleasure and finally, sweaty and breathless, he slowed until we were panting into each other.
I was still pressed against the wall when Wulf recovered, so he simply carried me over to the bed. He placed me on it, pulled out of me, and stood above me still breathing heavy.
“Now that is how you fuck a naughty little fox.”
I rolled my eyes but smiled, not quite recovered yet. Suddenly, perfectly timed, I heard the voices of my other two mates through the door. Ignoring the zing of pain at the missing third voice, I look to Wulf, who had obviously heard them as well. He put his clothing back on and then offered a hand to me. I shook my head gently and shifted back into my fox, not wanting to parade my naked ass all through the shady bar.
12
My first sip of coffee dribbled out of my mouth and all over my shirt. Not giving a shit, I sopped up the mess from my chest with one of Poetry’s scarves. She watched me but didn’t seem to care. I tried again and this time managed to get it all in my mouth at once, letting the burn travel down my esophagus to help wake me up.
Travis and Evan were drinking their coffee across from me with all the finesse of crack addicts who haven’t had a fix in a few days.
My bones ached, my muscles pleaded for mercy, and my heart, well, I was surprised she hadn’t just shriveled up and died already.
My cup clattered against the plate that was holding half a stale cinnamon roll on the side. Calories and sugar and caffeine were everything when you were teetering on the edge of disaster. I took a bite of the cardboard thing and chewed on it as best I could before swallowing the lump, hoping to the gods that it would give me some ounce of energy. I could use every ounce in that moment. Looking down at the cinnamon-swirled dried up thing, I thought about Dawn. She was wherever Owen was, I suspected, and it kind of felt wrong to be eating her pastries while exhausted from looking for both her and Owen. Still, beggars couldn’t be choosers.
I wished I had energy like Wulf. He hadn’t stopped pacing the front of the store since we’d come down this morning, and to be honest, it was pissing me off. Seeing other people full of energy when you were drained to the bone was a real rage-maker.
While Poetry refilled all of our cups, she shot me an understanding look, or maybe it was sympathy, there was no telling with her. “Why don’t the three of you try to get a nap in before going back out. You’re no good to Owen exhausted.”
“No,” I almost yelled before putting the cup down on the table with a loud bang. “There’s no time for naps, or sleeping, or even fucking eating. I won’t stop. Not until we find him.”
“I know you are on a ticking clock, Scarlet, but you must take care of yourself, dear.”
I shook my head. “I have to find clues. Something will lead us to Owen.”
Wulf stopped his incessant pacing and chuckled, adding salt to my already gaping and cantankerous wound.
“The fuck are you laughing at...wolf?” Travis whirled on Wulf, moving to stand up and targeting his fearsome gaze at him. Wulf put his hands on his hips and growled before stomping over to Travis. Travis never relented his stance. He puffed out his chest and growled right back, but it sounded more like a snarl.
“Oh, the cat’s grown a pair of fucking balls. Wanna go, cop?” Wulf barked out and they butted chests like two male goats vying for the same female. I guess technically they were.
Neanderthals.
Evan got up after rolling his eyes at me and got between them. “Shut the fuck up, both of you. Everyone’s got a big dick, okay? None of this shit is going to find Owen faster. Now sit down and act like you care about the fact that our female’s mate is missing for one goddamned second.”
I reeled back, impressed as fuck at Evan’s tone and mediating of those two. He might be a sand cat on the outside, but he was all big, bad lion on the inside.
“Anyway,” he said, grabbing his cup again after he took a seat. “We already have a clue right here in our midst. We have Poetry. She might talk nonsense in her sleep but knows about the family next door and the box with the body parts.”
My aunt froze in place while pouring herself a second cup of coffee and stayed like a statue until the cup overflowed, sending coffee everywhere.
Her breath hitched as she turned to Travis. “You decided to tell them?”
He cleared his throat and ticked his gaze to me. The secrets thing was still a sore spot.
“No, they told me. And gave me some information I didn’t know. Like my parents receiving a box of body parts the night before the explosion.”
Clearly Poetry was shocked. Her mouth was agape and she stumbled over what to say next.
“I didn’t know anything about that. The police chief never told me. But then again, back then, all Bountiers had their own calling card.” She sat down, forgetting her overflowing coffee. “There was one that would take all the underwear in the house. Another that would leave a pie cooking in the oven. That’s so strange that the box of parts would be given as a warning. Usually it is given in the aftermath. As a gift of sorts after the crime is committed.”
Travis leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. I was surprised he hadn’t gotten the notebook out yet. We might’ve been finally getting somewhere.
“That’s true. So why was this box left beforehand? Or did they leave it expecting that my family wouldn’t see it until after? Or if it was a warning, what were they being warned of?”
Nevermind. We had more questions than answers, apparently.
“They weren’t banished like the others who live here. It was their choice,” Poetry said sitting back in her chair, fiddling with her clanky bracelets. “They came here because they already knew I was here from Puritan Village.”
Travis scooted forward in his chair and put down his coffee. So strange that Poetry knew his history and he didn’t.
“They had been on trial for days with the new Alpha. He was young and haughty and out to prove himself to everyone in the pack.”
I shuddered at the description of the Alpha.
“So, Lym,” I offered, hating his very name coming from my mouth, but it had to be said.
“Yes,” Poetry nodded at me. “Lym. Anyway, the Alpha would’ve stopped at nothing to see them dead even if they had been found not guilty. If they hadn’t fled Puritan Village, whether by their so-called justice or by Lym’s hand, they would’ve died.”
“For what? What did they do wrong?” Poor Travis was so eager for the information about his family.
“Your mother’s sister had been found with the Alpha. They were both murdered. It looked like they had been mauled, which was weird. Everyone thought it was her husband at first. He was, of course, found guilty as everyone in Puritan Village is, but one life wouldn't satisfy them. They needed to take more lives in exchange for an Alpha’s, so they went after your mother’s family next.” She shifted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with recalling the events. “They ran here, someplace where they thought they could take refuge and be safe. The night before the explosion, your mother was tense, on edge, something was wrong. She came over and I offered her some calming tea, but nothing would help. She claimed I was in grave danger and there was nothing I could do to escape it. She said they had complied long enough, but it was never enough. Your mother left in a panic, and I fretted over it until the explosion. I had wanted to visit her the next day, but it was too late. I was too late.” Poetry’s shoulders sagged in defeat.
“I wonder what set her off, I mean, other than a box of body parts? I mean, what did that have to do with you being in danger?”
Everyone grumbled but no answers came forward, only more questions.
Evan had
long forgotten his coffee. “What would cause this person to start up again? I mean, it would have to be something huge, right? To not only come back, but start up a string of killings all over this town after so many years?”
We all sighed. We were on a dead-end road.
“Maybe we should go talk to Becky again. Poetry doesn’t know anything and our only other lead, Quinton’s not really an option.”
“Travis! What a wonderful idea!” I teased him. He smirked, and pulled out the black book, flipping it open. We all drew closer to see what he was going to reveal.
“See this?” He asked, and pointed to some lettering in the back. It was feminine script.
Get rid of the butcher. He watches over his wife too closely.
“Okay, let’s do the damned thing.” I stuffed the last of my cinnamon roll in my mouth and high-kneed over to the door, ready to get started. I put my fist in the air in some kind of ‘Go team’ effort but Evan interrupted me.
“We don’t have to go to her, Scar. Look. Bitch is coming for us.”
I whirled around to see Becky stomping toward the store, and my stomach dropped right into my feet as I realized what she was holding.
A white fucking bakery box.
My heartbeat thrummed in my ears and my skin became heated like tiny irons were running along the surface.
I wasn’t going to make it if there were little paws in that box. No fucking way in hell.
Please not Owen. Please not Owen. Please not Owen.
Becky flung open the door and scanned me up and down while Evan’s strong arm circled my waist and pulled me back against him. Frantic for something to soothe the tidal wave of fear inside me, I reached for another stale cinnamon roll and shoved it in my mouth because carbs and stress were the perfect pair.
“I’m so fucking done. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t care what he takes. I’m taking my children and getting the fuck out of Cummings Cove for good!” She shook the box while she rampaged. Poetry turned around looking all unfazed by the blowout, but the rest of us had wide eyes and open mouths.