Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (79 page)

Chapter Three

The maid discovered the bodies of the unfortunate newlyweds and called the police. Inspector Emil Girard leaned over the body of the bride, arranged on the bed with her arms crossed on her chest. He said, “What a sad event. The bride is truly beautiful. She should have had a happy life.”

Girard looked around the room and found the small closet. After a few seconds, he said, "Francois?" His second in command, Francois Fournier, said, "Yes, my Inspector."

"Write this down."

"Yes, sir."

“The killer crouched in a little closet in the bedroom. He wasn’t there long. Apparently, he wasn’t interested in the bride and groom consummating their marriage or he couldn’t take time to sit and watch. There is no distinctive smell in the bedroom, no signs of someone squirming while waiting for the happy couple to consummate their marriage. He came late, stayed only long enough to murder two innocent young people and ran away. Just a moment.”

Girard dropped quickly and adroitly to the floor. He kept himself suspended by his fingertips and the toes of his shoes. He looked along the floor. “There. A footprint, not large, with the markings of a man from the docks. Note, my friend, the excessive wear along the front of the soles. This is a man who spent the day pushing something heavy ahead of him.”

“A dock worker was murdered last night. His clothes were taken. No doubt by our murderer.”

“So he hides his identity behind a costume. Let us further examine his hiding place.”

Girard stepped into the closet, keeping his feet along the edges of the little room. “Here, we have something. Bend over just here, Francois, you can see a small spot that reflects the light differently than the rest. Our murderer has let his headrest against the wall at this point. The oil from his hair coats the wall. We will measure it and find his height. It looks to be well under one hundred and seventy five centimeters. Not a tall man.”

A policeman walked in with a telegram for Girard. Girard read the words and nodded. "We have no scarcity of work tonight, my friend. Someone has just threatened the family of the Minister of Finance. Let us finish here. I have seen everything I need to see.”

On his way out, Girard stopped. He sniffed the air and looked around. Behind a chest of drawers, he found a rose colored deep red, almost black. "Monsieur Le Diable. You must brag. This will be the last time. The very last time."

Chapter Four

Girard and Fournier walked up to the Valon household. The minister met him at the door and invited him in. Girard bowed to two lovely girls in their teens. "I am honored to meet such beautiful women." It was the word 'women' that made them smile. Their ages were 14 and 16. He kissed the hand of each. The youngest looked at her hand where he'd kissed it and beamed.

Girard said to Valon, "Do you have a place where we can talk?"

Valon led them to his study.

Girard said, "What was the nature of the threat?"

"Simply that my family would be killed one-by-one until I agreed to give Ameri/Iraqi Oil the concession for supplying the petroleum needs of the Army."

"Is there any family member who is not inside the house?"

"Two. My daughter, Helene, is with friends at their villa and my wife is at her mother's house in Montreuil. I have been told that both houses are surrounded by plain clothes policemen."

"As is this house."

"Yes. I'm grateful."

"Please send me the details of any further demands you receive."

"I certainly will."

Chapter Five

The third daughter was at the home of Dana Aulognan, keeping company with two other girls and three young men.

Le Diable loved disguises, especially subtle ones. He dressed in an ill fitting

suit and hat and put on very large shoes. He put his counterfeit credentials in his pocket and headed for the Aulognan villa. A very large sum of money to the downstairs maid at the Valon household, gave him the location. The maid didn't survive the encounter nor will her body ever be found.

Le Diable crept around the outside until he found the room where the minister's daughter played with her friends. He was still fifty meters from the window. He'd advanced through the fields around the villa. He looked to his left and right. Plain-clothes policemen crouched in the bushes.

He never killed a flic. They overwhelmed anyone who murdered one of their own with numbers and relentless tenacity. He got close enough to put them to sleep with his useful darts then crept close to the window.

Helene Volan was seventeen and beautiful. She was also mischievous and loved to get her friends in embarrassing situations.

Helene and her companions, Collette and Adele, sat on the floor with an empty bottle in front of them. They'd found an unused room at the back of the villa. Three young men, all three years older than the girls, sat in chairs watching the proceedings. Helene had promised them an eyeful if they would be patient.

Helene spun her long black hair around her finger. She had a body she liked to look at when she took her bath. Her breasts were generous and her waist small. Best of all, she had slim hips. She thought of her mother and her womanly hips. She didn't know if she envied her mother or dreaded looking like her. She flashed her brown eyes and touched the neck of the bottle. It pointed directly at Collette. Helene said, "Truth or dare."

The game started earlier and was played as strip truth or dare. The three girls were down to their chemises. Being nice girls, they'd agreed to stop before they got completely naked. They'd each spent a good deal of time and money finding a chemise that flattered their bodies and brought out their eyes.

Le Diable edged his eye up to the window and saw three girls and three young men playing a game. Since the girls were already partially undressed, he decided to wait. He wanted to get the girl alone, anyway.

Collette knew Helene's sense of humor. Before she answered, she said, "Give me an idea of the question?"

Helene said, "It concerns your boobs and Henri Colounge."

That wasn't an area Collette wanted to let anyone explore just yet. She came right back. "Dare."

Helene stood up and looked at the three young men. All wore, tuxedos and came from the upper class. She settled on Antoine. "Your dare is to sit on Antoine's lap and let him touch whatever he wants for a minute by the clock."

Collette said, "What if I refuse the dare?"

"You agreed that any dare refused meant taking everything off and staying naked for the rest of the evening."

Collette chewed her thumbnail. "Why can't I sit on Renard's lap?"

"Because, you silly girl, you know Renard already. What's the fun in that?"

Antoine Franco was a well-muscled young man who had arrived in France just six months earlier. He'd met Collette at several parties and decided he liked her and wanted more contact, intimate if possible. He had brown hair that curled slightly and a handsome face with a high forehead, a strong nose and chin. His brown eyes twinkled with pleasant good humor.

Antoine rearranged himself in his chair and opened his arms to Collette who approached shyly. She sat on his knees, not his lap. He placed his hands carefully on her hips and brought her back against him. The two other girls said, "Ooooohhh."

One of the other young men brought out a pocket watch and said, "I'll begin timing."

Antoine's voice as he spoke was a deep and stirring baritone. "Not yet. The minute doesn't begin until the first touch."

They waited. The men expected a little mildly playful groping with protestations by Collette which would be ignored.

Instead of a clumsy grope, Antoine placed his hand gently on Collette's cheek and brought her up to his face. He kissed her, very gently and very thoroughly. She kissed back.

Adele said, with irritation because she'd seen Antoine before that night and wanted him for herself, "No fair. The dare was touching, not kissing."

Helene said, "Hush, Adele. No sour grapes."

Halfway through the minute, Collette held Antoine's hand in hers and placed it on her breast. He gave her a little squeeze and she gasped. His hand stayed in place with various changes in position and pressure for the entire minute.

The boy with the watch said, "Time."

They didn't stop. Everyone watched without protest. It helped that one of the boys came for Adele and held her on his lap and kissed her.

It didn't end for another minute when Antoine leaned back. He said to Collette, "Would you like to get on the rest of your clothes and go somewhere more private?"

She nodded and stood up. She dropped her dress over her head and gave it a little shake to get it in place. She winked at Helene who smiled back.

Adele and her special friend excused themselves as well, leaving Helene alone with Alain Bedeau. Alain stood beside her as their friends drove away. She hadn't put her clothes on yet and still wore nothing but her chemise which covered her from low over her breasts down to the tops of her legs.

They faced each other. Helene said, "Why have we never become lovers?"

"Because you won't admit you're attracted to me. I don't know why. I never let the horses run through the house and haven't taken a hatchet to anyone in over a month."

"I'm sorry I'm not attracted to you."

Alain walked slowly back to his chair. He didn't sit down. Instead, he studied the chair as if it held the answers to all of life's questions. He said, "I can prove you're wrong."

Helene stood in front of Alain. "Why would I allow myself to be subjected to a test that does nothing more than establish what I already know. Such a test would be futile and awkward. I'm not attracted to you."

"What if you're wrong? I could be the sole love of your life, and you will die alone and dried up all because you wouldn’t take a simple test. All because you were afraid of your own feelings."

Helene took the bait. "Afraid. I'm afraid of nothing, especially not males of any age."

Alain took her hand and carefully led her to his chair. He sat and brought her down on his lap. "I'm glad you aren't afraid of me." He looked directly into her eyes. "You aren't. Not even a little bit."

She said, in a low, whispery voice, "Not even a little bit."

He kissed her. It was a long kiss. After it ended, he said, "How about that little flutter in your tummy? That proves you're attracted to me a little bit. Does that little flutter scare you? It could become a bigger flutter."

She kissed him very quickly. "How do you know I have a little flutter?"

"I know, and I can prove it."

"No, you can't. There's no way that you can prove to my satisfaction that I'm fluttering."

Le Diable disliked direct confrontations with sturdy young men who might avoid his darts. He would wait until the lovely Helene was alone and steal her for his own. His imagination brought up her cries of pain and fear.

Chapter Six

Alain said, "Let's take a look, very scientifically you understand, at a certain part of your body." He kissed under her ear.

She delicately and slowly extracted herself and sat upright on his legs. "What part would that be?"

He gently caressed her right breast with his warm hand. She didn't jerk back or push his hand away. She said, "My bosoms are, unfortunately, very insensitive. If you're looking for a telltale sign of arousal there, you're going to be disappointed."

He said, "Perhaps."

He gently lifted the right strap of her chemise off her shoulder and let it slip down her arm. She said, "Are you going to try the experiment now?"

"It would seem the perfect time. We are alone and in a private situation. We won't be interrupted. You can cry quits if you're afraid."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Good." He brushed the strap down her arm until it went past her elbow then moved the bodice of her chemise down with it. Her right breast stood out in the pale light of the candles The both looked down at it. He said, "You are truly beautiful."

She kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

He lifted her white mound in his hand and held it. After a moment, he captured her pink bud with his thumb and forefinger. He twisted it very slightly. She moaned then caught herself. She said, "Don't pay any attention to that sound. It's just a sound I make from time to time."

He said, "Of course" and took her nipple in his mouth.

Helene knew he couldn't look at her expression with his head down at her breast. She lifted her face to the ceiling and let her satisfaction and enjoyment of his attentions show. He did both breasts. She enjoyed even more. She tried not to show it when he could see it.

Alain leaned back in the chair and brought her with him. He snuggled her against him. She rubbed her forehead and her closed eyes on his neck.

He said, "Helene, you know how I feel about you."

Helene nodded. "I know. That's why I arranged this evening of silly games."

Alain protested. "Not so silly. Antoine has wanted more contact with Collette since he first saw her. And I have wanted you."

Helene said, "You want just intimate contact?"

"No. I want you."

Helene sat up and removed his hand from her breast. She was serious. "Does the fact that my father is a minister in the government and rich have anything to do with it?" She looked closely at him, waiting for his answer.

Le Diable moved down the row of windows. He wanted to get inside the villa before the two sleeping policeman were found. He opened an unlocked window and lifted himself inside. He was in a sitting room of some sort. He could hear the low voices of Helene and Alain coming from the next room.

Alain smiled. "No. I'm an American citizen. Not a citizen of France. I'm not subject to the laws of your country, nor am I able to marry into or inherit any of the wealth of a French citizen. I get no gain, except your beautiful self, by making you my wife."

Her mouth dropped open.

Alain became thoughtful. "You bring up an interesting situation, however. Why am I marrying a woman who can bring nothing but herself to me? Perhaps I can find a rich American woman. Many vacation in France and many are beautiful."

There's a time to kid a woman and a time not to. If it's the right time, they will use the opportunity to create a scene and stomp off in anger or she might treat the kidding with complete seriousness. If the time is wrong, she will simply ignore it. Helene said, "I didn't know that. You don't know what this means to me. I have had fifteen suitors. All of them wanted jobs or money. Are you seriously telling me you want neither? Don't lie. I'll know if you're lying."

"I won't lie. I have a job which pays me more money than you can imagine. I'm the liaison between an American company called All World Oil and the French government. I get generous checks from the company and the French minister for economic affairs and from my own government. I couldn't accept a job in France if I wanted to. Besides that, there’s family money. I’m a Dupont on my mother’s side. My share of the Dupont fortune is over a million dollars.”

Helene mind had understood and made plans for the future while Alain was talking. She placed his hand on her breast for him again. After she was satisfied that his hand was sufficiently involved, she said, "Would we have to live in America after I married you?"

"No. I can stay here." He licked and bit and sucked the breast she presented to him.

It made an interesting picture. Helene sat very upright and looked straight ahead. Her face showed her concentration. While she sat, apparently unaware of the man attached to her breast, Alain became more and more involved in her body.

Women can multitask. Helene processed her feelings for Alain, the sensations coming from her little tips, her future if she married him and the task of shepherding him from place to place as the seduction continued. She dealt with all of the issues with ease.

She looked at him at her breast like a new mother at her baby. Occasionally moving his head as she found new places for him to touch. She said, "Are you going to ask me to marry you?"

"If I ask you right now, would you interrupt what we're doing here and call your mama and your aunts and make a big fuss?"

She nodded her head. "Of course, such an event must be made known and celebrated."

He said, "I will ask you tomorrow for your hand in marriage."

She stood up and shrugged off her chemise. She was gloriously naked. Alain was stunned. He said, "My heavens. You're gorgeous."

She smiled. "We're going to start our marriage early then. Tonight."

Alain was practical. "What if you find yourself with a child?"

"I won't. It's the wrong time of my womanly cycle. Volan women don't start their families until they've been married for a few years. I don't know why, but there it is."

Alain stood up and took his clothes off. Helene appreciated his sturdy chest and flat belly. As soon as Helene saw his male member, her jaw dropped, and she fell to her knees. "Speaking of gorgeous. He is really breathtaking." She ran her hands along its length and gave the crown a little squeeze. "And hard." She looked up at Alain. "I have to do this. I can't let such a beautiful male instrument go without giving it a kiss.

She didn't kiss it. She took it in her mouth completely and sucked on it. She added her hands after a minute. She was noisy and slurped quite a bit. Alain didn't care.

He sighed and closed his eyes. In a few seconds, he picked her up with his hands under her arms. He sat back down in the chair and pulled her to him. She sat on his legs, facing him. She touched his cock, and he ran his fingers through the secret area between her legs. She gasped and gasped again.

It didn't take long before they were both ready to move on. Helene lifted herself up and moved toward Alain. She let herself down directly on his cock. It fit nicely into her private channel. They looked each other in the eye as she took more and more of him inside her.

Le Diable opened the door to the hall slowly. A policeman in plain clothes stood in that bored but wary posture that all policemen have. Le Diable drew out his blowgun and fitted a dart with the red, sleep-inducing drug on the tip. He opened the door with care then shut it quickly. Another policeman had joined the first. Le Diable saw they both were armed. He was defeated. He couldn't even watch Helene and her man have sex. He might be discovered. He crept away and was able to leave the grounds the way he'd come in.

Helene lost her mask of polite indifference. She was as deeply impaled as she had ever been or ever wanted to be. She put her hands on his face. "My love, I can't hide from you any more. Please take care of me. Don't hurt me. My love for you is boundless and permanent. If you hurt me or betray me, I will live alone forever. Will you keep me and protect me for the rest of your life?"

Alain knew when to step up to the plate. He said, "I will, right willingly. You are everything I want in a woman and more..." He paused as Helene began massaging his erection with her interior muscles. He continued after a moment, but his words were distracted. "... I was going to say something wonderful that you needed to hear. I can't think of it." His mouth dropped open and he moaned.

Helene smiled at him. "You'll remember it. Tell me tomorrow when you ask me to marry you. Right now, make love to me."