Newmar, Lola - Leo's Crown [Scarlett Rose and the Seven Longhorns 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (6 page)

“Are
you
sure, Doctor?” Scarlett’s eyelashes kissed her cheekbones as she brought a finger up to wrap her cherry-glossed lips around.

Leo cursed quietly, giving her more confidence to take charge. Scarlett grabbed his trim waist at the sides and pulled him toward her body with all her strength, jumping when the head of his cock punched against the hilt of her insides. His eyes became impossibly wide as his long cock entered her wetness fully until his tight balls slapped her spread out asshole.

“Oh, darlin’,” he drawled as he sweetly rested his sweat-glistening forehead atop hers then began a slow rhythm with his delicious, full thrusts. Scarlett tilted her hips up to meet his thrusts quicker. The angle of her body had the crown of his cock hit a sweet spot inside her she never knew existed.

She felt a gush of fresh pussy cream dribble from her entrance to the medical table. Thank God for the sanitary paper covering, she joked to herself. She felt like her body was sparkling with little stars as the pleasure swam in her muscles.

“Oh, Doctor, you’re making my pussy feel much, much better.”

He hissed through his teeth, obviously loving the little role play she had going on. His thrusts increased as she felt herself finally begin to loosen a bit from his ridiculously girthy cock. The speed had her cunt convulsing around his length as if it never wanted to let it go.

“Oh, Doctor!” She groaned, arched her body up, and grabbed on to his horns as she continued to thrust her hips up with each thrust he made inside her body. Although they were in the missionary position, she fucked him as he fucked her, using his horns like they were bike handles.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he encouraged. The bright burnt orange seemed to blaze with heat as he looked deep into her eyes. “Give me that pussy, baby. Give me what no other man had before me.”

She could see his face contort from holding back. She’d been holding back her own orgasm for minutes now, and she took his expression as a sign she could give in to the waves of ecstasy coursing through her every body part.

“Oh, Doctor, I feel something. I feel it.” Of course, she knew her orgasm was coming, but she just loved how turned on she got from him “teaching” her.

“That’s another orgasm, my little nymphet. Just relax, and scream my name as loud as you want.” He panted and began to pound into her with all his strength, his fingertips digging into her fleshy hips.

Scarlett screamed out Leo’s name as she felt entire body stiffen and tighten almost to the point of her passing out. She heard his beast roar loudly, and she felt the pulsing of his dick as he released his warm seed inside her cunt. He grunted as he shoved in one last thrust before collapsing on top of her body.

She ran her hands up and down his smooth, toned back. She felt satisfaction at the way he was struggling to return his breathing to normal. His head rested on her sensitive breasts, and she smiled as she wrapped her hands around him. Her mate.

Chapter 5

Scarlett was humming along with the radio system playing “Jolene” by Dolly Parton in the large front room as she swept the hardwood floors. Leo had gone out to pick up a few groceries but insisted she stay within the safe confines of their home. The triplets and twins were expected to be back later around midnight after picking up the new livestock, and she could hardly wait. She wanted to make sure her men came back to a clean house. It was the least she could do after they’d saved her life.

Byron slept in his bed down the hall after an exhausting evening on calf-watch, but she was given an alarm button by the men should anything happen to her while Byron was asleep. The button set off an alarm in Byron’s room so that he could immediately come to her aid.

Scarlett gasped in surprise after hearing a sudden rasp at the front door. They weren’t expecting any guests, Leo had made that clear, so she was hesitant to open it. But she decided to just approach the window slowly to peek through the curtains and see who was standing at the front door. Pulling the white lace curtain to the side, she saw a lovely middle-aged woman standing there, impeccably dressed with her blonde hair in a neat chignon. The woman was holding a red picnic basket in her hands.

Trusting this beautiful, sophisticated lady had nothing to do with the plot to have her killed, Scarlett cracked the door open a bit, but she made sure to keep the chain lock connected to the wall, just in case.

When she opened the door, the woman’s painted lips smiled at her. “Hello, darling,” she greeted her cheerfully in a thick Russian accent, which seemed to give her an even greater air of sophistication that Scarlett had to admit was intimidating.

Scarlett returned her smile. “Good morning, ma’am. How can I help you?”

“Well, I’m making my way through Knotty, selling fun things for couples.” She gave a casual shrug and smirk. “I couldn’t help but notice a saddle sitting on the porch. Are you staying here with a cowboy of your very own?”

Scarlett felt heat rush to her cheeks, and she looked down for a moment in embarrassment. “Um, yes, ma’am. I guess you could say that.”

The woman arched an eyebrow and gave her another friendly smile. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, my dear. A knockout like yourself
should
be able to have a buffet of men at her beckon call. I know I had a few in my day.”

Scarlett felt at ease that the lovely woman was not judgmental. “Well, you’re a very beautiful woman. I could just imagine how many men have chased you.”

“But that’s the thing, dear,” she said as she held up one manicured and jeweled finger. “For women like us, it may be easy to get the man, but how do you keep him is the question.” She pulled out a business card from the fancy picnic basket and handed it to her.

“You sell sex toys?” asked Scarlett after she read the card.

“I like to refer to them as ‘love enhancers’ because that’s exactly what they do. They help relationships, allow a couple’s sex life to be fun. Sex should always be fun, my dear. Maybe if you’d allow me to come in, I can show you what I have in stock at the moment. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Well…I…” Scarlett didn’t think this friendly woman meant her any harm, but she had been given specific instructions not to let anyone in.

She thought about asking for Byron’s permission, but she figured the matter was much too trivial to wake up her hardworking mate. He’d been working till the break of dawn to maintain their beautiful ranch, and he deserved his rest.

But she knew that if she disobeyed the men’s strict instructions to let absolutely no one in the house, Devlin in particular, they wouldn’t hesitate to tear her hide. Devlin had mentioned something about a hidden torture chamber he wasn’t afraid to use. She had no idea what that would entail, but she had no intention on finding out just yet.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she continued. “You seem like such a nice lady, but the man that owns this house—”

“Your man?” she asked with a smirk.

“Yes, ma’am, my man specifically told me I was not to let anyone inside the house.”

“Fair enough,” the woman replied with a shrug. “I can respect a woman who knows her role. Lord knows that was always where I’d lacked. But how ‘bout this?” She reached into the basket and pulled out an ornate red glass bottle with a fancy tassel top. “This is my best-selling lubricant. It’s called Forbidden Sin and tastes like a circus candy apple. Would you like to try a little taste?”

Scarlett felt her eyes widen in excitement at the sight of the extravagant bottle. She knew her mates would love the crimson color, not to mention all the other fun things they could do with it, as well. “Well, I’m not sure. It’s so beautiful, but—”

“It heats up.”

That definitely caught Scarlett’s attention. “And this is something men like?”

The blonde let out a soft laugh. “Oh, honey, men love it. They go nuts with the waves of heat it sends through their bodies.”

Scarlett bit her lower lip as she tried to decide what to do. It sure sounded like a lot of fun, and she was willing bet the men would think it was a great surprise, especially considering the fact it would just make it that much more possible to have them all at once.

Or at least as many as I could fit, she silently laughed to herself.

“How about you just try a taste to see if you like it?” The lovely stranger held the bottle out through the cracked door with a reassuring smile.

“Thank you! That’s a good idea. No harm in trying, right?”

“No harm at all,” she remarked as Scarlett reached through the door opening to grab the bottle.

Scarlett dribbled a small amount on the back of her hand. She then licked a small drop of the red, warm lubricant. “Mmm.” It didn’t taste much like apples, but it was very sweet.

But just as the liquid settled on her tongue, she felt as if her throat was closing in, and she quickly grabbed it in a panic. The room began to spin, and almost immediately, bile and foam began to leak from her mouth, muffling her screams when she tried to call for Byron. She fell to the ground, and as if her body were being controlled by someone else, she felt it convulse violently in reaction to the substance making its way through her bloodstream.

* * * *

Byron felt like a semitruck struck him in the chest. With a loud, struggling gasp, he abruptly sat up from his bed.

Scarlett!

They’d all known about the inexplicable, instant torture a shifter would go through when his mate was in danger. What he didn’t expect was for it to feel like Satan himself ripped his soul and frantically beating heart from his chest, but that’s the only way he could describe it.

He immediately flew from the bed and ran down the hallway toward his mate. He wasn’t used to feeling such terror. This horror he was feeling, this unspeakable pain he was feeling, this wasn’t the man he knew.

“Scarlett! Scarlett! Please! Answer me! Where are you?”

He could hear the fear in his rough voice. Byron never panicked, never lost his cool, but he felt as if a sumo wrestler were sitting on his chest from the pressure of the incredible panic. There was no answer, and his stomach churned sourly.

When he reached the end of the hallway that led into the living room, he froze with terror. There lay his sweet mate, unconscious with a small, red glass vial of liquid gel resting in the palm of her right hand.

Byron ran and knelt by her side, grabbing her face much more roughly than he’d meant to. “Scarlett! It’s me. It’s Byron, baby. Please wake up!” He gave her face firm taps with the tip of his fingers, but there was nothing.

He felt the deep pain begin in his chest from being around his harmed mate. Fisting the edges of her borrowed Western shirt, he jerked her tiny, lithe body toward his and grabbed her fiercely as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Please, baby, wake up. Please.”

He’d already begun to plan his destruction should she never wake. If she wasn’t in his life, he would have none. He’d been waiting forty years for his earth angel. It was much too unfair to consider she’d be taken already.

When he squeezed her roughly to his chest, he heard the most beautiful, most magical sound he’d ever heard. She gasped a little for breath, but he could hear she was struggling to make a sound.

He cradled her in his arms as he knelt there on the wooden paneled floor. “Oh, my baby, just hang on, okay? I’m just going to call Leo right quick. Hold on, darlin.’”

Her eyes remained closed, but he could see she was slightly stirring. He carried her to the large leather couch and placed her gently down. He then rushed to his cell phone on the kitchen counter and frantically dialed Leo’s number.

“Leo! Scarlett’s been hurt. Come quick!” The panic dripped from his usually calm voice like venom from a snake’s fangs.

He could hear the wind noise coming through a window in the background and knew Leo was already in his truck and heading back home. “I know, brother. I felt her about five minutes ago. For a minute, I thought some asshole had sucker punched me in the back of the head, and then I realized it was Scarlett in distress. I’m already on my way.”