Chapter 23 Chapter 23

Chapter 23 Chapter 23
Stacy slammed the door to her room behind her and raged in her head, she wasn’t mad at Kyle, he was doing exactly as he was supposed to, she was angry with herself, she had feelings for him, she swore that after Mal she wouldn’t have that ever again, it hurt too much to lose him, even Chloe was just a means to an end, a rather orgasmic end but an end nonetheless, it took her a few moments to realize that the door she slammed never made contact with the doorway, she turned just in time to see Kyle pouncing at her, Wolf was present in his eyes and hunger was on his mind.

“Oh Fuck!”

The words may have left her mouth but her body was already in motion, she dived to one side narrowly escaping the ill-conceived attack, as she righted herself she struck back, a solid punch to his jaw, not hard enough to crack it, but enough to let him know he needed to do more than pounce to claim her.

“C’mon then big boi, show me what you got.” She taunted him with a smile on her face, she wanted him, but she wanted him to work for it.

Kyle faked left but pounced right, his claws dug deep into Stacy’s left shoulder and gripped tight, he spun her around so her back was against his chest and whispered in her ear.

“Mine.”

“Not Yet!” Stacy bellowed as she gripped his hand and flung him over her shoulder and through the coffee table.

Kyle landed heavy on his back and gasped for a breath, but before he could inhale she was on him, her legs straddled his chest and her knees pinned his arms by his side, she bent at the hip and rested her chest against his.

“You want this don’t you?” she asked as she ground her hips and rubbed her crotch against his, she couldn’t help but taunt him, it was in her nature as a dominant.

By this point Kyle was already hard, his cock was pained by the fact his jeans were far too tight and in-between him and what he considered his.

“Oh, I can feel how much you want it, mmmm that long, thick, cock,” Stacy ground against him harder, letting his stiffness rub against her arousal.

Kyle managed a deep breath and he could smell her, her need, she was wet and he could actually smell it, it was sweet and tempting and most importantly, his.

He used all of his strength to push her up and over, he pinned her wrists above her head and forced his way between her legs, her natural instincts made her lift her knees so he had better access, her body was betraying her, no, her Wolf was betraying her.

“You will be mine.” Kyle kissed her deeply, she didn’t resist, she reciprocated, their tongues danced together, Kyle released her wrists and to his surprise her hands moved quickly to his shirt, tearing it from his body she saw what she wanted and bit down hard.

Kyle growled as Stacy sunk her teeth into his chest, he tore away at her tank top exposing her pert breasts to the cool air, her nipples instantly hardened and became painful with need, she released her bite and ordered.

“Claim me!”

Kyle smiled and let his eyes flash Wolf, they both wanted this, he wanted to fuck her and his Wolf wanted to claim her as his, he wanted to feel her writhe beneath him and watch as she bounced on his lap, every nerve in his body was over sensitive, sparking bolts throughout his entire body, it was like a massive orgasm and he hadn’t even entered her yet, is this what sex as a Preternatural was like? Do they get so aroused and so stimulated that the body is nothing more than a tool? Kyle pushed his thoughts aside and kissed down Stacy’s neck, each peck moving down her body, past her breasts, over her naval and finally reaching the waist of her pants, his hands fumbled with the buttons while Stacy simply caressed his head with her hands, she was content in this moment, she had not given away any control, and she was getting what she wanted, no, what she needed, her, her Wolf and her Demon wanted Kyle inside her, to claim her, and she wanted to claim him, she wanted to mate with him.

Kyle managed to open the fly of her pants and tugged them down, Stacy’s back arched as the cold wood floor embraced her, Stacy had all but given up on underwear, she was from Montana where the weather was cool and brisk, ever since moving to California she found it too hot, almost stifling, so she did anything she could to stay cool, including.

“No panties.” Kyle commented as he leant down between her legs, “I like.” And like he most definitely did, mere seconds later his tongue was parting her lips and rasping from perineum to clit in long slow strokes, Stacy threw her head back and lifted her hips to grant clear access, Kyle didn’t hesitate to occasionally flick his tongue over her puckered rear which gave her an ecstatic lift of endorphins, her hands wrapped themselves firmly in his hair as he made love to her aching pussy with a very talented tongue.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed as he pushed his tongue inside her, and he was going deep, at least it felt as if he was, her body clenched as her first climax built inside her, she moaned louder and gripped his hair tighter, “I’m… I’m Cumming.” 

Her words didn’t make Kyle let up on his assault, they made him more ravenous, he made longer firmer strokes and teased her rear with a finger, and just as Stacy hit her peak he sunk a single digit inside, Stacy groaned and bucked hard forcing his finger to the knuckle, she liked anal but had never been worked up like this before, Kyle proceeded to push two fingers into her wet slit and worked both holes slowly, Stacy gasped and pulled his head up by his hair to plant a deep lustful kiss.

She had to break it early as her breathing had become so erratic she couldn’t catch a breath, in a gasped and ragged tone she begged, “Please.”

“Please what?” Kyle teased still working her holes.

“Get that cock in me!” it was more of an order than a request at this point, she couldn’t take any more of his foreplay, she needed to feel him inside her, and she didn’t care which hole he chose.

Kyle began panting in anticipation, his cock had begun to produce a slick precum and he moved positions.

Though it would seem that the fates wanted to torment the pair of Wolves, just as Kyle had lined up himself up to drive into Stacy’s wet embrace, her phone rang, her Kansas ringtone brang silence to the room until Kyle spoke up.

“Don’t answer it.” He was still panting and most definitely still aroused, he could feel her warmth over his shaft and wanted nothing more than to be inside her.

“I have to, I’m Beta, and head enforcer, there could be a problem.” Stacy squirmed out from underneath Kyle, hey body ached for him as the head of hick cock brushed against her slit, “Stacy Jeen,” she answered her phone and listened before responding, “I’ll be right over, don’t touch anything.” She hung up the phone and looked to Kyle, “Sorry babe.”

She jumped up and grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and a tank top from the laundry pile, Kyle had only seen her move this fast when she was kicking his ass.

“What’s up?”

“One of the Pack members has been found dead at her work.”

“Oh my god, what happened?” Kyle asked with such concern in his voice.

“Well it’s my job to find out, I’m so sorry, rain check? “She asked while staring at his still erect and glistening cock, her Wolf wanted to pounce him right now, but Stacy pushed the thought of riding the Wolf man to the back of her head.

“Yeah, it’s important, I get that, just be safe, and call me?”

“I will, love ya.” Stacy only realized what words had left her lips as the door closed behind her, maybe she was lucky and he didn’t hear her, either way she couldn’t think about it now, she had to drive into town to the dog pound, Marie, one of the older Members worked there as a volunteer veterinary nurse, she was found gagged, hogtied and with her throat slit in one of the kennels.

Stacy informed Dominic of the situation and grabbed Micky to join her before driving to the pound.

During the drive Stacy filled Micky in on the information she had, in true Micky fashion he instantly blamed the antipreter activists, once they arrived they both knew that no human could have done this, the entire place was staffed by Preternatural, and they would be able to pick up on any scent they didn’t recognize.

They were greeted at reception by a woman in her forties, she smelled like the forest, Stacy assumed Bear-shifter but would never be so impolite to ask, she had shaggy dark brown hair and a triple scar running down her cheek, it looked like a Wolf’s mark, maybe the woman was older than forty, maybe old enough to have lived through the clan war. Either way it was obvious she had been crying, her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks looked moist and clammy.

“Hi, I’m Stacy Jeen, this is Micky Barber, someone called us about Marie.”

The woman sobbed, “That was me, I’m Karen, I’m… I was Marie’s boss, who could do such a thing? She was so sweet.”

“That’s why we are here, to find out, Can you take us to her?” Micky asked sympathetically.

“I can’t go back there.” She replied bursting into tears once again.

Stacy immediately stepped in, “It’s ok, tell me where and I’ll find it.”

“Block three, kennel five.” Karen said as she pulled a tissue from the sleeve of her cardigan to wipe her eyes.

Stacy turned to Micky, “Can you stay here, ask her some questions?”

Micky nodded and made his way behind the reception desk as Stacy made her way to the kennel block.

The staff had moved all of the dogs to the exercise paddock making the Kennel block eerily quiet, but the stench of death lingered in the air, it grew stronger as the young Wolf approached kennel five, when she did, she gasped at the sight, Marie had been gagged using barbed wire and tied using the same, the floor was awash with crimson fluid and stank of decay, this wasn’t something that had just happened, she had been here a few days, maybe over the entire holiday weekend.

Stacy took in all of the scents she could and began sifting through them mentally, there was the usual, dog urine, disinfectant, kibble, obviously the smell of death in all of its glory, and one more, one that couldn’t place, it had a spice to it, like when you smell chili powder, but it wasn’t from a creature she could identify.

Stacy called Grace and asked her to collect the body and send a cleaning crew, Stacy wanted a full autopsy before Marie was laid to rest, as she made her way back to reception the scent kept running through her mind, What was that scent? Why didn’t she recognize it? And who would want Marie dead? She reached the reception and found Micky hugging Karen supportively, she was actually shocked to see Micky comforting someone, he only ever showed the cocky side of himself, and it was nice to see he had feelings.

“Hey, I’ve got all I can, Grace s on her way with a cleaning crew.” The last part was said for Karen’s benefit more than Micky’s.

“Well, unfortunately no one knows what happened, Marie stayed on Friday to close up, and they all arrived today and found her like that.”

“So she could have been here for three days? How did no one in the Pack notice?”

“She was a quiet one, she has no Mate or family of any kind other than the Pack, her only real friend was Tyrone, and since he passed she has thrown herself into her work.” Micky didn’t like mentioning Tyrone around Stacy, it was still an open wound to her, losing the person that trained her and treated her like a sister.

“Well we are going to have to wait for Grace to do her autopsy, hopefully then we will have some answers.”

The two enforcers said their farewells to Karen and drove back to Westingdale house, when Stacy made it to her bedroom, Kyle was in the shower, she decided not to strip down and join him, and instead she sought out someone who might have some answers.