Force of Nature (20 page)

“You like it, I can tell. Your sheath tightens around me every time I burn your ass.” He reached around her and ran his fingers into her pussy. “You’re so wet, baby. I’m going to fuck you and make you come then I’m going to work your ass for my cock.”

He rubbed her juices around her ass, then parted her cheeks and rubbed his thumb over the tiny puckered rosette. Over and over he rubbed his thumb over her until she started to back up into it. When he broke through the tight muscles, she tightened around his cock.

With his thumb deep in her ass, he grabbed her hip with his free hand and started to fuck her hard. His thumb moved in and out to the rhythm he was pounding into her until he felt her following him every time he pulled out of her pussy. When she came, she nearly strangled his cock and brought him with her.

He couldn’t move. He wasn’t in a hurry to do so, but he did kiss her back as he leaned over her. She tasted of sex and sweat, a sweet combination that made him want more of her. Standing, he pulled free of her body, picked her up in his arms, and took her to the bed.

As soon as he lay down beside her, she rolled over him and tucked her head beneath his chin. Reaching down with the last of his strength, he pulled the blankets over them and closed his eyes. His last thoughts before sleep claimed him were that she was his for good now.

Austin moved against the heat. His cock felt warm, hard, and enveloped in hot wetness.

When he opened his eyes he looked down, and saw the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. CJ

had her body wedged against his and her mouth around his cock.

His fingers were already tangled in her hair and he was riding her mouth when he came fully awake. When she cupped his balls and tugged gently at them, he nearly came up off the bed.

“Baby, please. If you keep that up, I’m going to come down your throat. And as much as I’d like to do that, you mentioned riding me.” She let him go with a small pop. “Come here. Sit on my face. I want to taste what sucking me did to you.”

She scrambled up his body and moved her thighs on either side of his face. Heaven was all he could think, and paradise was just a lick away. Wrapping his hands around her legs, he pulled her down and took her.

“Austin,” she screamed, and his mouth was flooded with her release. “I need you. Please,”

she begged as she rode his mouth. “Please, I need your cock inside of me.”

Lifting her up, he moved her down his chest and over his groin. She was leaning down to take his nipple into her mouth when he sat her down over his straining cock. Sitting her up, he growled at her to ride.

It didn’t take either of them long to come. She set up a brutal pace and he leaned up and took her pert nipple in his mouth. When she cupped her breasts and fed him, he pulled her harder over him and surged up into her with every downward stroke.

“Come. Come now,” he commanded, and she came apart. Rolling her to her back, he rocked into her heat once, twice, then a third time and roared out his own release. Throwing back his head, he howled, something he’d not done since he’d been a teenager in the throes of climax his first time.

~Chapter Twenty~

Wayne looked at the marquee for twenty-five minutes waiting for it to come back around to the name he never dreamed of seeing there. When it came back on, “Congratulations Mr. & Mrs.

Austin and CJ Force,” he nearly jumped up and down. Instead, he looked over at Arthur.

They had flown into Vegas just over an hour ago. They were going to meet a new buyer for the merchandise in the truck that was coming across the States in three days. The stuff CJ was carrying was going directly to Arthur’s stores to be sold to all those fools who wanted to have a Merry Christmas. Suckers, was all that Wayne could think.

“She’s here.” At Arthur’s confused look, he explained. “CJ Webber, now Force, is here in Vegas. Which means our merchandise is. Seems her and her rider just got married.”

Arthur smiled. “Well isn’t that just great? Maybe we should make our acquaintances with our driver. Where is she staying?”

Wayne told him which marquee he’d read it on and they had the driver of the limo turn around and head back toward the hotel. They were checked in less than twenty minutes later.

There were a number of wedding suites in the hotel. Most of them were occupied Wayne found out when he told the clerk at the desk that his daughter was at the church getting married right now. Mary, the very helpful clerk, told him that three couples were checking out today and that by noon their rooms would be ready. He booked one of the rooms and asked to see it. He was just getting off the elevator when he saw CJ come out of the room and push a tray out into the hall. Room twelve-seventeen, his new favorite number. With a quick look around a room that wouldn’t be used, he got back into the elevator and went down three floors to his own room.

He wanted her. He could smell the wolf all over her, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to crawl between her legs and sate his lust. He freed his swollen cock and stroked it while he thought of all the things he was going to do to the bitch. Before he could come, there was a knock at his door. Snarling out a string of curse words, he yanked the door open without even putting his cock back into his pants.

“Are you alone or just playing with yourself? Come on,” Arthur said with disgust in his voice. “I’m wanting dinner and I don’t want to eat alone. And wash your fucking hands.

Masturbating is a sin, you know.”

Wayne would have laughed, but he thought if he did he might have to shoot the man. He was reasonably sure that murder and stealing were sins as well, but Arthur seemed to have no problem with those two. Wayne slammed the door and walked over to the bar as he did up his pants. His hard-on was gone anyway now that he’d had to deal with his boss.

“We just going to walk up to her and tell her who we are, or do you have a plan?” Wayne poured himself three fingers of bourbon and a glass of sherry for the man behind him. “I’m sure the man with her is a wolf, but not much in the food chain, I think. If he were, he’d not let his bitch drive across the country like she did.”

“Hum, I believe you might be right. I could smell him on the truck that night, but not much more than he was a wolf. They were having a conversation and since the steel of the truck prevented me from actually hearing, I didn’t know what was going on.”

Wayne had been pissed when he found out that Arthur knew where the girl and the merchandise was. Apparently, he’d stuck a tracer on the trailer before it left the lot at the warehouse in Ohio. He told Wayne that he’d be stupid to not know where the truck was when he wanted to steal it. He’d followed her…or had until sometime late yesterday when the signal stopped. Arthur had found the fragments of it in Arizona where it had probably fallen off the truck.

“As for a plan,” Arthur continued. “Yes, I have one. I think we should simply take the merchandise from her and then her. I don’t know who you were thinking about just now, but I’ve seen the girl and I for one would like a good taste of her before we have to get rid of her.”

Wayne felt his wolf roll with anger. He wanted her for himself. He turned to look at Arthur and could see that his beast, a weretiger, was just on the surface as well. Now they had a problem. If either of them shifted, one of them was going to die. And Wayne had no intentions of it being him.

Arthur reached for the glass and Wayne could see the fur on his hand. He was closer than he thought. Letting his own wolf pour through just a little, he could feel his beast snarl for blood.

Holding him back gently, telling him that he’d have his taste, he looked at Arthur.

“She’s mine.” Arthur stood as Wayne spoke. “You touch her and I’ll rip you apart.”

The shift of man to tiger was amazing. One second two men were talking and the next, a vicious, large orange and black tiger was snarling at him. Wayne let his beast go and felt the power that came with him.

He felt the tears to his flesh, the pain of it. But he also felt more, the taste of blood, hot and full of hate. He tasted his adversary’s pain and the wonderful staggering power of it. Wayne knew how to fight; he knew how to tear into muscle and bone. He loved the feeling of breaking ribs, getting to the heart, the blood pounding heart, of one he planned to kill.

Wayne swiped his claws over the tiger’s throat, deep and visceral. He felt the splash of blood as it shot from the jugular. His roar of triumph was loud even as the tiger tried to fend him off. But he could taste the victory, could taste the man’s dying even as the tiger did. When he shifted back from wolf, Wayne got the pleasure to see Arthur take his last breath as a man, his last light fade from his eyes as he knew he was dying.

“She’s mine.” Wayne kicked Arthur in the ribs for good measure. Then he looked at the carnage of the room.

Very little of it remained whole. The couch and chair that was in the once lovely suite now lay in tatters, the stuffing and fine leather now in bits all over the room and covered in blood.

The table that had two chairs around it now was nothing more than splintered wood. Liquor from the bar and the broken glass lay strewn about the floor like a Jackson Pollack painting gone mad.

The blood from the naked man on the floor stained the pale carpet and filled the room with the scent of bloodlust. Drapes at the closed curtains hung in long strips of material, letting in the hot morning sunlight and heat. Wayne smiled, thinking he wished he could see the face of the cleaning staff when they came to clear this mess.

Going to one of the bedrooms, he grabbed the comforter off the bed and brought back to the dead man. With as much flourish as he could muster for the bastard, Wayne covered him then walked to his own bedroom to shower. He stopped in mid-step, went to the door, put out the “do not disturb” sign, and went to wash away the blood and sweat.

Feeling refreshed and energized, Wayne made his way to the elevator and to the lobby. He decided that he’d get the girl, take her to the truck, and fuck her. She’d probably enjoy that after a night with a lesser wolf. He wished fleetingly that he’d made an effort to see what the other wolf looked like, but let the thought go. Wayne knew that as an alpha, he’d be far more superior to the lesser wolf and sat down in the lobby to wait. He saw her striding toward the gift shop not five minutes later.

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CJ made her way to the gift shop. She had a call from the desk telling her that the wedding pictures they’d taken yesterday were finished and ready to be picked up. Austin wanted her to wait, but she left the room anyway. She was just going into the large shop when someone came up behind her. Before she could react, she heard a voice she’d thought was still in Ohio.

“You’ll come with me and I won’t kill you. I mean to have what belongs to me and you are going to be a part of it.” He licked her neck and she cringed. “You do that now, but later when you’re beneath me you’ll be singing a different tune, I’ll wager.”

“Doubtful. I just got married. I don’t suppose I can convince you to let me go, can I? I would hate to have my husband rip your head from your shoulders.” She shrugged before continuing. “Not that I really care, but you might.”

That earned her a quick cuff to the head. She could see a few stars from it, but it didn’t really hurt overly much. She grinned when she realized this guy thought she was afraid of him.

“Come on. We’re going to my car…I don’t have a car. Fuck, we came here in a limo. Now what?”

“Maybe you should have planned better, moron. Let me go and I won’t hurt you. You have got to be the dumbest kidnapper I’ve ever heard of.” She knew he couldn’t do overly much to her in the crowded lobby, but she thought she might have gone just a tad too far when he punched her head against the wall. “Fucker, that hurt. You are so going to pay for that.”

She saw Austin get off the elevator. As he came toward her, she shook her head. He would have had to have seen the blood on her head, but she didn’t want him to get hurt. As he got closer, she could see that he wasn’t just upset, but royally pissed off. When he saw who was holding her, he stopped.

“Let her go and nobody gets hurt.” Austin’s voice was deceptively calm, she knew this. But she wanted him to leave so he wouldn’t get hurt.

“I already tried that,” she told him. “He seems to think he and I are going to make love or some shit and that I’ll enjoy it. He doesn’t seem to think you were up to par. I don’t understand where he’d get information like that. Is there a werewolf web site that grades you guys on performance?”

“No, but if you want, you and I can set one up. What would you rate me on a scale of—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Solomon snarled. “Shut the fuck up and listen to me. I’m taking her and her mate won’t know…who are you anyway? Her mate’s alpha?”

“No, dipshit he is my mate. And an alpha. Oh look, his…I always forget what he’s called.

Must be because this turd”—she jerked her head to Solomon.—“keeps bobbing my head against the wall. Forgetfulness.”

Austin turned his head and looked before turning back to her. “Enforcer, love. He’s my enforcer. I’ll make you a chart to learn all the different branches.”

The banter was making her giggle. But she also noticed that Austin was making his way closer to them. She hoped that they were distracting Solomon enough that he didn’t notice. But when Dallas stood next to his brother, he wasn’t so easy to play with.

“Howdy, Dallas,” Austin said in an exaggerated drawl. “This man seems to think my mate should pick him over me. We were also just discussing putting up a web page to rate wolf lovers.

What do you think?”

Dallas looked so confused that CJ burst out laughing, but stopped when she felt the gun poke her hard in the back. They had now drawn quite a crowd. Austin nodded to her left and she didn’t have to look to know that more reinforcements had arrived.

“I want you all to back off. I’m leaving here with her and none of you are going to stop me.

I’ll kill her if you do. I want my merchandise and I want the girl.” They took two steps back as Solomon spoke, spittle spraying from his mouth. “I want you to back off before I have to…I have to tell on you.”