Romance: Wanted by the Alpha Lion (A BBW Paranormal Suspense Romance) (Heroes of Shifter Creek Book 2) (87 page)

Kendell

              Kendell woke next to a fireplace the size of a furnace. It was mammoth, longer than the length of her body as she lay stretched out on the floor several feet in front of it. The heat of the flames was almost intolerable, but they were not enough to burn her. She wished they had. Freddie stood nearby, watching her. She could feel his vulgar eyes on her. Waking to his company was worse than death.

She sat upright and tried to move, but her ankle was chained to the mantle with an iron clasp. Even with the strength of a bear, she could not escape. Then she remembered why she had passed out.

              “You shot me!” she said, glaring up at Freddie.

              “It was a tranquilizer,” he told her, circling around her, much like the wolves when they’d chased her in the woods. “In my line of business, sometimes I need the beasts I pursue alive.”

              “I’m not a beast,” she objected feebly, still struggling with the chain, even though her efforts were useless.

              “But you carry one.”

              She didn’t understand. She stopped struggling. “What do you mean?”

              He smiled, but there was no humor in it. Only hatred. “You’re pregnant. With a bear.”

              Instinctually, her hand went to her stomach. “That’s impossible. We only just–”

              He cut her off, not interested in the details. “It works differently in the shifter world. That parasite within you has already latched on. You’re pregnant with
his
child.” Hatred wasn’t the word. Freddie was enraged, his fury burning hotter than the fire she was chained next to.

              “What are you going to do?” she asked, suddenly much more protective of her body than she had ever been before. Death was not an option, not if what he said was true, which she knew it was. Her dream of the little bear cub, her newfound strength – it all made sense.

              “Lucky for it, I don’t know how to destroy it without destroying you. I’ll let it grow, and when it’s born, I’ll leave it out in the woods where it belongs.”

              “How can you say that?” Kendell hissed. “It’s an innocent child.”

              “It’s a bear.”

              She clenched her fist again, wishing he would step closer to her. She’d show him exactly what a bear could do. “You’re not corrupt. You’re evil.”

              “And it’s all for you, little bird,” he said, sneering.

              She wouldn’t believe it. He was trying to manipulate her. She had nothing to do with the emptiness of his soul. He’d chosen his own path. “So I’m to stay chained like this until the child is born?”

              “You’re lucky–”

              He didn’t get a chance to finish. A familiar brown bear charged into the room, the blood of wolves dripping from his fangs.

              “Dermott!” she cried, a mix of fear and relief within her.

              Instantly, Freddie changed, becoming a wolf as black as his ill-doings. He was much larger than his henchmen, and much more agile. He would not fall as easily as they had.

The men, the beasts, sprang at each other, clashing in the air. Dermott fought for Kendell and for the fate of their child. Freddie fought only for his pride, but such distorted pride could not be underestimated. Kendell watched in horror as he slashed Dermott across the face, temporarily blinding him. Gaining the advantage, he then clasped his jaws tightly around Dermott’s neck, working his teeth through his fur.

“No!” Kendell shrieked, and she tugged frantically at the chain, but it would not give. She couldn’t help. She could only watch.

Under the weight of the wolf, Dermott stumbled closer to her. He tried to push Freddie off, but Freddie was relentless, his eyes yellow and depraved. It frightened Kendell to the core, but she used the fear to her advantaged, tired of the fear Freddie caused.

Come closer to me
, she willed Dermott.
I have a plan.

She didn’t know if Dermott heard her or if he was simply losing the battle with Freddie, but he stepped closer to her, barely able to stay on his feet.

Kendell may be chained to the fireplace, stripped of her independence, the way Freddie had always wanted, but she was free to stand. Using the strength gifted to her by her child, she pulled Freddie off of Dermott and threw him into the fire.

“I’m no little bird,” she declared.

Unable to look as Freddie struggled against the flames, she tucked her head into Dermott’s thick fur.

“It’s over,” he said, recovering as he shifted back into his human form. “He’s gone.”

***

Back at the country mansion in the woods, finding refuge after their ordeal, Kendell sat on a blanket beside Dermott on the circular porch that overlooked the lake. It was night. The stars shined around them, as did numerous candles that Dermott had lit before guiding her out here.

“You know I’m pregnant,” she said, looking out upon the waters, finally at peace.

              “You know I’m the dad,” he joked.

              She smiled. “I guess you’re finally getting what you always wanted. I’m sorry it had to be with a stranger.”

              He moved behind her and took her into his arms. She leaned against him, comforted by his weight, even if she did possess a strength of her own.

              “You’re no stranger,” he murmured. “You’re family.”

              Kendell grabbed his hand into her own, playing with his fingers. “I was never with him,” she tried to explain. “I know it looks bad, but we were never together.”

              “I trust you,” Dermott told her.

              It was the words she needed to hear. She took his hand and kissed it, meaning to be affectionate, but a much more sensual side of her took control. She grazed her tongue over his finger, and then she stuck it in her mouth and sucked it, revealing what she planned to do to him. Behind her, his cock grew, pressing into her back, and he growled with arousal.

              She continued to suck his finger, sliding it in and out of her mouth, her tongue as wet as her core was starting to become. Unable to take her teasing, he pushed her forward, commanding but gentle, and pulled down her jeans and panties, exposing her backside to him.

              “Have I told you how much I love your curves?” he rumbled, his voice thick with desire as he rubbed his hands across her rear.

              “And have I told you how much I love your cock?” she answered on all fours, arching her back like a bear summoning her mate.

              On his knees, he undid his own jeans. She tried to turn around to deliver the promise she’d made sucking his finger, but he held her steady, keeping her backside towards him. She felt the tip of his cock slide around her opening, massaging her on the outside with her own wetness. It was tantalizing, knowing he was so close to entering her. It caused her core to ache. She arched her back further, inviting him in, but he didn’t comply. Instead, he reached forward with his free hand and rubbed her pink flesh, stimulating her opening and her clit at the same time.

              Moving to his rhythm, she rocked her hips, panting against the ecstasy flowing through her body. His touch awakened her inner beast. She was no bear, but she was a woman burning with desire. The more he rubbed her clit, the more her body ached with need.

              “Take me now,” she begged, yearning to feel his cock inside her once more.

              He took her, thrusting his cock into her, his flesh warm and thick against her inner core. The pleasure she felt from his cock made her delirious. She moaned as he pumped within her, his manly sacks slapping against her thighs as he did. He was so hard within her, every thrust was another jolt of painful pleasure. She continued to rock her hips as he rode her, wielding their two bodies together.

When her body could hold on no longer, she erupted with bliss. She felt as if she had transcended.
This is what love feels like
, she realized.
It’s transcendental. I love him. It’s weird, but I do.
Acknowledging it made her climax all the more intense.

Feeling her come against his cock, he rode her harder, building up his momentum. She had been awakened, but a new heat built within her, stronger than the first. She pressed her back into him, letting him enter her as far as he could. It put him over the edge. As he came, he roared out loud, a mighty Highlander claiming his mate. A Highlander bear. His roar echoed across the lake, his joy like thunder.

              Afterward, they lay on the blanket, the candles burning low around them. “It’s a girl,” Kendell told him lazily, rubbing her stomach with the greatest of affection, her shoulder pressed against his. “Our child. I had a dream of her. She has your hair, but she has my freckles.”

              Dermott was thrilled. “I will protect you both,” he vowed. “And I will love her with as much devotion as I love you.”

              Overcome with happiness, Kendell placed her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, knowing it beat for them all, her and her little girl. And all the children that would follow.

***

THE END

The day I walked out on him was probably the best and worst day of my life.

We’d met twelve years previously, when I was just twenty-one and fresh out of college, and he worked down at his family’s garage just outside the city. With my small-time job as an editorial assistant at a tiny publishing firm, he was something consistent and normal in my day-to-day life of wrangling all sorts of out-there creatives and trying to figure out which manuscripts would sell or not. So when he proposed to me- only a few days before my twenty-fifth birthday- of course I said yes. Look, I was young, and crazy in-love and I think most people in the same position would have said yes. We planned to get married, just as Porteclus Publishing began to pick up. We managed to creep a couple of new authors on to bestseller lists, and work became even more hectic. I sometimes wonder, if I hadn’t been so dedicated to my job, if I might have managed to keep us together. When I weigh the options in my head, I know I was right to keep going with my career. I don’t think anything would have fixed us by the time we celebrated our tenth anniversary together.

The garage had been on its last legs for a while, but it still came as a shock when Mike’s parents declared bankruptcy and he wound up spending most of his day on the couch, drinking beer and feeling sorry for himself. At first, I tried to brush it off; asking myself how well I’d cope in a similar situation, and focusing even more on work, where I was now one of the head editors. I was working twelve-hour days, then coming home to find Mike passed out on the sofa, some papers hurriedly strewn about to make it look like he was actually looking for another job. I knew he was lying, and I knew I was just supporting the husband who’d never even thought to look outside his family’s business for work, but I stayed. He was still something regular, and I was used to coming home to find him there. It would have been too strange to walk out.

But then I came across the laptop. I knew I shouldn’t have, but when Mike stopped haranguing me for the daily sex he apparently needed to function, I got a little suspicious. I tried to push my irrational fears from my head- after all, when did he have the time to go out and cheat on me? But when I noticed that he’d left his Facebook open, I glanced around the room and quickly clicked on his messages- and there it was.

Weeks and weeks of messages from her-some woman called Tanya, a dark-haired, curvy vixen. I tried not to hate her- it wasn’t just her fault. My dumb-ass son-of-a-bitch husband had been the one cheating on his wife. But I couldn’t help wanting to direct all my rage at her, to hold her up as a man-stealing jezebel, just because it would make facing the next few months that much easier. But in the end, I knew who I needed to confront, and it wasn’t Facebook Tanya with her flirty messages and explicit pictures. It was Mike.

When he walked back into the room, he took one look at my face and practically crumpled away. He knew what this was about. I got it out of him almost immediately- that he’d met her through work, and they’d got back in contact the previous summer. They’d started flirting in January, and fucking in March. I asked him if they ever did it in my house, and he said no, but I could tell he was lying. The thought of my sacred space being violated like that made me feel ill.

I didn’t love him, not by then. But that didn’t make the break-up any easier. My pride was shattered, my ego ruined by the knowledge that this man had chosen someone else over me. I spent weeks home alone, trying to reconstruct what was left of my self-esteem-sitting in front of the mirror, brushing out my shoulder-length blonde hair, slicking bright lipsticks across my small mouth and posing this way and that. I could see that I was objectively attractive, but that didn’t take any of the sting out of not being desired any more.

So there I was, dropped straight back on to the single pile at thirty-three. I threw myself into work, spending longer days at the office so I could fill my time with something and not dwell over my action plan of finding someone new. I knew what I wanted, and it wasn’t a relationship. It was a fuck. A hard, fast, fuck. I wanted to prove to Mike that I was over him and that I could do better than him, and I wanted to do it with someone hotter than him.

I pondered over my predicament while I sat in my office, sipping from a mug of coffee and looking over the to-do list for the week.  I heard a noise outside the glass of the office walls, and glanced up- and a pair of bright blue eyes looked straight back into mine. My heart flipped in my chest, and something clicked in my brain. I think I might have found the guy who was going to introduce me back to the world of dirty sex.

I had known Patrick Young for three years now, ever since I was on the board that hired him straight out of college. He was smart, funny, and would occasionally linger in my office a little too long to chat or share a joke or talk over whatever manuscript he’d been flicking through that morning. And sure, I had certainly noticed that he was damned cute. He was short, around my height, with dark stubble and mess of black hair, the kind of hipster intellectual look that I would have thrown myself at in college. And now that I was single again, there was no reason for me not to relive a few of my college fantasies, no?

I gestured for him to come in, and he opened the door and plunked himself down in the chair opposite mine.

“So, what can I do for you today, Patrick?” I grinned, looking up at him as I ran one hand through my blown-out hair (hey, when you pay for your hair to look this good, you want people to notice).

“Not much, I was just wondering if you’d received my notes on the Franklin book. I sent them down a few days ago and I hadn’t heard anything back, so…” He shuffled in his seat, no doubt aware that the intensity of my look meant exactly what he thought it did.

“Yeah, I’ve got them right here,” I replied, rustling in my desk drawer. “I’ve just been organizing the launch party for Grace Vickers’ second release, and I want to make sure it’s perfect.”

He pulled a face at me teasingly. “You? Wanting perfection? I never would have guessed.”

I laughed. He was so easy to be around, and even now I was fighting my brain’s urge to fantasize about what his stubble would feel like between my thighs. “Whatever. I’ve just been in a lot recently, and the thought of going to an actual, bonafide social event sounds like the break I’ve been looking for.”

“Oh? So what lucky man’s going as your date?” Patrick had known about the divorce from the start, but this was one of the first times he’d addressed the issue of my continuing singledom out loud. Good to know he was thinking about it.

I cocked my head at him and leant back from the table, crossing my legs as I did so that my bare knee poked out underneath my smart skirt. “Don’t have one, yet. Got any nice, eligible young men for me to meet?”

Patrick paused, as if distracted by the look in my eye. His gaze drifted briefly down to my leg, before he seemed to shake himself and direct his attention at my face. “None that I can think of. Unless you’d be keen on any of my authors?”

“You know that I don’t date anyone who works in the creative industries, Pat. I’m far too much of a corporate drone for that, according to every musician I slept with in college,” I rolled my eyes. “Couldn’t you join me? There’s free champagne, and we get a taxi there and back from the office. Could be fun.”

His eyes dropped down to his lap. “I actually have a…thing on that night.”

“What are you up to?”

“I have an engagement party,” he mumbled. “Me and Rita…we kind of got engaged over the weekend.”

“What?” I’d known that Patrick had been dating some girl named Rita on and off for the last year or so, but I also knew that she’d cheated on him repeatedly, and got insanely jealous over any of his contact with other women-including me. “How will she deal with the fact you’re sitting in here, discussing this with me? If she’s able to get a break from sleeping with all your friends, that is.”

He winced. Damn. Maybe that had been too harsh. But I was annoyed. I wanted this guy, and I couldn’t, in good faith, try and get with him while he was engaged to someone else.

“You know, she just really wanted to settle down, so she thought-“

“She thought?” I raised my eyebrows. “Did you actually have any input in this, Pat?”

“Sort of.”

“How much?”

“I paid for the ring.” He looked up at me, and I could see the fear of someone who knows they’ve made a great big mistake jumping through his eyes.

“Patrick, sweetie, if you don’t want to marry her, you’ve got to break it off before the engagement party. Because after that, people are gonna know you guys are together, and you’ll have to break up with all of them too.” I shook my head, remembering the hoops I had to jump through to get people to remember that no, Mike and I weren’t together any more. “Trust me, as someone who’s been there, don’t do it unless you’re one hundred percent sure.”

He didn’t take his eyes off mine, a resigned look crossing his face. “Yeah. Maybe. I’ll think about it.”

“Make sure you do,” I nodded. “After all, who else will take me to the ball?”

He rolled his eyes at me, managing a short laugh. “Oh, Kelly, I’m sure you’ll find somebody. Nice young woman like you shouldn’t be short on Prince Charmings.”

“I’ll keep you updated,” I grinned back, trying to disguise my disappointment at his announcement. Damn it all if I didn’t have kind of a crush on one of my underlings. I wriggled in my seat, re-adjusting myself, and trying to ignore the needy pressure that had begun to build between my legs. God, only a whole day left at work before I could go home and spend the afternoon with my vibrator.

But I had to get through that whole day first. So I set about placing calls, organizing caterers and invitations, and focused on making the most kick-ass launch party ever. I really liked working with Grace Vickers; she wrote sci-fi novels with a subversive feminist edge, and she’d rocketed us up high in the national consciousness with her first release. I still remembered flicking through the first draft of Opalfruit, knowing in my bones that we had struck on to a winner and that we needed to snap her up now if we were going to get her at all. Hanging out with her at the party would be reason enough to organize it, so I wanted to make sure every single detail would be perfect. After all, part of my job was to guide clueless authors through the real-world process of publishing, promoting, and selling a book.

But I had other things to do. My day was structured around a long meeting with Harry Bale, one of our biggest investors in the company, a billionaire a few years older than me who had taken a liking to our release list and decided to “get in on the ground floor of a good thing”, as he put it. Truth be told, I had always had a little bit of a crush on Harry, but I didn’t think he would look twice at a woman like me. He probably spent his time hanging out with twenty-something supermodels. Probably on a yacht. Probably somewhere far, far away from my grey office.

It was the first time we’d met since the divorce, as he wanted to come in and talk to me about the next year’s releases, to have a look over what we were planning to publish. He was pretty knowledgeable about books, so I liked sharing my passion with him, but he was usually pretty uptight and always seemed to be in a hurry. Nonetheless, I was looking forward to getting the chance to stare blatantly at my handsome older man for a while. He was good-looking in that old-fashioned, Hollywood-star kind of way, with a strong jaw and close-cropped dark hair that made his hazel eyes glow. The complete opposite to Patrick, maybe he was what I would need to distract myself from striking out so dramatically that morning.

When he arrived, bang on three, I was already standing up behind my desk, fluffing my hair and plastering a big grin on my face. No need to make the big man feel like he wasn’t wanted now, was there? He opened the door and walked in, matching my grin, and extended his hand.

“Kelly Holmes. Always a pleasure.”

“Not Holmes any more,” I corrected him, sitting down. “I got divorced.”

“Oh?” His ears seemed to prick up with interest. Why did he care so much?

“Yeah, a couple of months ago. I’ve been focusing on work since then, so I’ve got lots to tell you about our new releases…” I went into my drawer, shuffling around papers to find our schedules, when I felt his eyes boring into me. I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him.

“Everything okay, Harry?”

“Yes, I’m just…surprised that a woman like you would be single for more than a few seconds at a time,” he murmured. His soft tone sent a shiver down my spine; damn, was he flirting with me?

“Maybe I’ve just decided that I don’t want to date anyone right now,” I shot back. I was a little annoyed at his assumption.

“I suppose you might have.” He nodded.

“I’m perfectly self-sufficient, thanks very much,” I replied brusquely, even though a spark of interest had shot through my body. Did he want me? I knew that I wanted him, and that there wouldn’t be anyone more impressive to show off than a hot, mega-rich bachelor.

“I’m sure you are,” he smiled, allowing his gaze to drift down to the shirt I’d unconsciously unbuttoned a notch before he arrived. Ugh, I couldn’t have made it more obvious that I wanted him. All I had to do now was chew seductively on a pen and lean across the desk and I would be living out every dumb office-porn cliché in the book. But something about his suggestive talk, and the chemistry that had suddenly crackled into life between us, made me want to embrace those tropes and go for it.