"Now blow it out slowly and relax." I apply gentle pressure as she exhales, but I'm not going anywhere. "Push back at me, angel. Like you're trying to push me out, not let me in. That's it." Her sphincter muscles open and I gradually work the head of my cock through. I reach around under her hips and rub her clit as I inch in, giving her the pleasure she needs to let go.
And then I'm in. I don't move, except to stroke her pussy as she gets used to the intrusion.
"Good girl. You took my whole cock, baby. Right in that tight little dancer's ass. How does it feel?"
She's panting. "Go slow."
I lean over and trail my lips between her shoulder blades. "I will, baby. Does it feel good?"
"Sort of. Yes. Yes, daddy."
Oh fates. It's all I can do not to rock back and slam in deep, but I hold back, sweat gathering at my forehead, my thighs shaking with the effort.
Need her, need her, need her.
I ease back a little, then seat my cock again, paying attention to her reaction.
A wanton moan.
I repeat the action.
"Jared." The slight alarm that tinges her voice tells me she's getting close to orgasm.
I pump into her ass, slow and steady, smooth predictable strokes.
Her breath grows shorter, a little moan coloring each exhale. "Need. Jared. I need-"
"I know what you need, baby." I grip her hips and fuck harder, making my strokes shorter.
She lets out the cutest uh-uh-uhs and my world starts to spin. My vision changes, mouth grows wet with saliva. Without thinking, I let my fingers dig into her hips to hold her still for my onslaught.
"Is this what you needed?"
"Yes!" she gasps. "Yes, please."
"Take it, Angelina. Take my big cock in your tight little ass. Take everything I have to give you." I finger fuck her pussy, three fingers sliding in and out, the heel of my hand grinding over her clit.
She screams and clenches hard around my cock, wrenching my orgasm from me. I lose all control, pounding into her as the most intense release of my life plows through me like a fucking hurricane.
When I open my eyes, I'm draped over Angelina, fingers still buried in her pussy, cock still in her ass. Our breath moving in perfect synchronicity.
I rock into her, undulate my fingers to finish us off, laying a thousand kisses along her neck, her ear, her cheek, her back. I'm humbled. Grateful.
In love.
Fuck.
I'm totally, hopelessly in love with this girl.
The one I can't have.
Jared
The crew from San Diego is even twitchier than usual. Parker bounces on the balls of his feet, his focus pinging around the warehouse. Laurie's stutter is worse. Declan has a wild aggression pouring off him.
"So full disclosure-" Parker sucks his lower lip into his mouth. "We're totally shut down for the moment in San Diego. I got picked up on gambling charges, but they couldn't make it stick."
"It was a catch and release," Declan declares with a reckless grin. "Shakin' us down to see who's involved."
Trey and I shoot a glance at each other. "So they busted up a fight?" Trey asks.
"Not exactly," Parker explains. "Two humans show up like they're going to slide right in. They didn't make it through the doors, of course. The bears took it upon themselves to teach the fellas a lesson, so they flashed their badges.
"The place cleared out in minutes, and I was left to talk to them. They brought me in, but I knew they had nothing on me."
"Yeah, but now they have your identity in their system." Trey frowns.
Parker shakes his head. "We have false identities Sam tells us are 'airtight.' It probably was just local cops. If the feds involved with Data-X traced it back, I'd already be dead."
"M-m-m-maybe," Laurie says, flapping his long slender fingers. "Maybe not. We don't know. Better to lie low in Tucson for a spell."
I nod, slowly. "Sure. We can put you up here. No problem. You helped Sam. I'm sure our alpha will provide pack protection."
"Th-th-thank you." Parker bobs his head.
"I wonder if Kylie can scrub that police record," Trey muses to me.
I nod. "Will you ask her?"
He pulls out his phone and starts texting.
"You'll have to meet our alpha, Garrett," I say. "I'll text him to arrange it."
A thread of unease runs through me. Am I bringing danger to the pack by starting this shifter fight club? I sure as hell hope not.
But it fits right in-my violence always makes me danger to the people in my life.
You just have to figure out how the warrior fits into modern day times. You're still the knight.
Angelina believes I'm the fucking knight. But is this the way I serve in modern times? Somehow a fight club and illegal gambling doesn't quite seem like something Angelina could tell her parents about.
And goddamn if I don't still harbor some tiny hope I can make this work with her. But I'll never be able to if I can't figure out a way to be her knight.
Agent Dune
He pulls his ball cap lower over his brow and shuffles past the warehouse. His dingy old t-shirt reeks of cheap alcohol. A large styrofoam cup of watered down liquor in his hand completes the derelict image. He's been casing the place for a few hours. The warehouse is like any other in an industrial area near the railroad tracks south of Downtown Tucson.
This is where he followed Parker and the other two from his screen captures.
He couldn't get close enough to hear their conversation inside, but it was easy enough to guess what was going on. They're setting up cage fights in a new city. So all he has to do is keep an eye on them and slip into the next fight.
Because he has a feeling whatever he sees going on in that cage is going to make things a helluva lot clearer.