Shifter Legends (8 page)

“What’s that?” Another large male asked.

Eliza grinned, “Discipline.”

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Fuck.
Grant sighed as he leaned against his headboard. His pride was so screwed. No option now, but war.

Jake and Amy came roaring into the lodge earlier today, bloody and beaten, a message to the Pride’s Alpha. White Marsh wasn’t going to back down. They had every intention of taking over the Allegheny territory and getting involved in the drug trade. It took years to clean up the meth and heroin problems that were plaguing their Appalachian territories, and it had already been re-introduced. With no sign of stopping. All they could do was strong arm what few dealers they knew of, and wait for war.

 They spent the rest of the afternoon going over their options, deciding where to start first. Who to start with. He had a lot of errands to run over the next few days, and a few people to strong-arm. Being a badass biker had its perks, but fighting over territory was not one of them. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy fighting, he did. That was the problem. He liked to get into those scraps. Liked to show men how dominant he was, and that way was no way for an Alpha to behave. He kept a tight lid on it, but the panther inside of him was desperate to get out.

At least he could take a few recruits and show them how running the MC worked.

Grant waited in his room after dinner. He hadn’t caught more than a few glimpses of Briana all day. She had spent it with her partners, gearing up for training. It was hard, existing on only a few stray brushes against the shoulder when they “crossed paths” in the cafeteria. Or when they stole a kiss just before she went for a run with her new partners: Luke, a big boy that looked like he would fight right into the biker scene, and Lauren, the other Alpha level female in the group. Her partners were definitely going to be a challenge, in more ways than one, but Grant knew she could handle it.

Still, 6 hours without her was beginning to make him feel like an addict coming off of a binge. His legs were shaky and he could barely think straight. He was useless to the council when they met, only able to offer a few nods here and there, rarely voicing his own opinion. Visions of her on his body flooded her mind, going over each detail of her succulent body.

It wasn’t until night came that she finally slipped into his room, a sheen of sweat on her brow, and the look of desperation in her eyes. He could tell that she needed his cock. She was suffering just as much as he was, and that thought made him hard almost instantly.

“Dammit, woman. I thought you would never come to me.” He crossed the room in only a few strides, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her to his bare-chested form. His skin needed to feel her, touch her.  He had the sudden urge to have her straddling him on his bike while they rode down the highway, but that could wait until later. He needed her badly. Needed her now.

She melted a little in his arms, her posture changing, as she physically softened against him.

“It was hard to break away from them, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I don’t have any idea how I am going to sleep there, without your touch.”

“It is a standard part of the training, but I wish we could make an exception. It just… it wouldn’t look good.” It was all Grant could say in way of an explanation.

“I mean, we had to learn to spend time away from each other at some point, right? Most of the mates I have met don’t seem
that
enamored with each other.” She grumbled a little as she rested her head on his shoulder.

It was hard, to be so connected, so he understood her resentment.

“I didn’t realize that we would be… that we could be… that this would be
so
good, Briana. It isn’t like this for most people, and in time it will get easier. But I hope the feelings don’t lose any of their potency.”

“Speaking of potency,” She whispered, as her hand slid down his rippling abs and into his jeans, taking ahold of his throbbing dick. “I was hoping to feel some of that very strong cock inside of me.”

“I’m glad I stocked up on condoms, or you would find out just how potent a shifter is.” Grant fought to control his urge to just rip off all their clothing and bury his cock into her without one.

His feline was screaming for it. He wanted to breed with her mountain panther, wanted that very consequence he was trying to avoid. There was too much at stake right now, but maybe… in time, if she came to love him…

Before he could ponder the possible consequences of mating such a strong woman, he felt the sharp bite of her teeth sink into his shoulder. He didn’t know what the future held for the two of them, but he didn’t care. He cared about the way she made him feel.

Her bite caused his cock to fill painfully with another surge, the blood rushing to it and filling him as she reached the head of him with her fingertips.

She was certainly talented at biting and touching in just the right places.
Damn woman is going to make me go crazy.

He struggled with his urges, pulling her tight workout shirt off to reveal a sports bra. She had been provided with a wardrobe, like all the other recruits, already tailored to her specifications. The athletic wear clung to her every curve, making him lick his lips as he looked at her. He was a little jealous that everyone else got to see her in this, but only a little. They all knew that she was his, that they were mated.

He loved her thick curves, her ample breasts, and the fleshy thighs that gave him just enough to grab on to. He wasn’t like most other men, he wanted more than a stick figure. He wanted her.

Briana moaned as she pressed her torso against his, Grant reaching down and pulling that very bra off, freeing those beautiful breasts. He reached a hand to one of those fleshy globes, his thumb grazing across her hard nipple.

He heard her suck in a breath, and he understood why. The sensations between the two of them were more electrified the longer they were apart. Her touch felt like molten fire against his own skin, warming him completely, without the burn.

“Briana, I… I need you,” He whispered as he kissed along her jaw line, sliding a hand down her soft flesh to her shorts. When he made contact with her lips he slipped that hand underneath the waistband of her shorts and her panties, dipping down to the apex between her thighs.

She was so wet.

“Please,” She moaned as she leaned against him, her knees going weak, “Please touch me.”

He held her up with his other arm, keeping it firmly wrapped around her waist. Without too much effort he picked up her frame and carried her to his bed. Their bed. It had already transformed in his mind.

He pulled her pants off, “I can’t wait, Briana. This isn’t going to be gentle, but it will give us both exactly what we need.” He used his strength to flip her over, and she got up on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air. She knew exactly what he wanted, and she needed it too.

Without hesitation, Grant reached into the nightstand and pulled out a foil wrapper, shucking off his pants and boxers before tearing it and rolling the condom onto his hot, pulsating dick.

When it was covered he turned his attention back to his mate, the sight of her nearly driving him mad. He spread her ass cheeks out fully, getting a good look at her pussy from behind. The fleshy pink of it was flush with want, her juices spilling out of her, coating her in a way that made her glisten.

She was so appetizing.

Grant ran a finger along her slit, taking his time, touching her before he spread her lips. He wanted to see all of her before he dove into her, and took what was his.

“Tell me that you want me, Briana. Tell me that you belong to me,” He whispered as he lined his dick up against her hot body, ready to plunge into her slick pussy.

“I… want you. I want you to take me. Possess me. I’m yours, Grant. I’m your mate.” She moaned as he slid into her, his first plunge as gentle as he could manage.

“Yes,” He grabbed ahold of her hips and drove his cock the entire way in, his balls hitting her clit as he did so.

She bucked against him, his Panther growling inside as his pace increased. He thrust into her over and over again, filling her to the very brim as his balls hit her clit over and over again. He could feel her writhing against him, pressing her ass into his body, trying to force his cock even deeper inside.

He wanted her desperately. Sweat poured down his body as he worked hard, shoving his cock into her tight walls over and over again. It felt so good. It felt right.

He wasn’t sure how he ever had lived without her, but he knew one thing. He could never let her go. Even if he hadn’t mated with her, he would have been impossibly drawn to her. Drawn to everything she was.

Grant gripped her harder. He could feel the spasms moving down through his body, making his cock twitch inside of her. He was going to cum at any moment, but he didn’t want to. Not until she came first.

He held on just a little longer, waiting for Briana. It didn’t take much time, soon he could hear her little puffs of breath, the ones that let him know she was about to come. It was enough to make him release his hold, his orgasm coming with hers, the two of them screaming into the night as they experienced the extreme sensations of climax.

When it was finally over he let her go reluctantly, sliding his hot cock out of her and then discarding his condom before the two of them collapsed on the bed together.

He held her tight for what seemed like hours, his eyes never leaving hers as they laid there, staring at one another.

Eventually she had to go, so he brushed a hair out of her face and gave her a sad smile. “I hope I see you in the morning, before breakfast. Will you come to me?” He asked, as she stood and searched for her clothing. He watched her dress, her clothing covering up what he wanted to see.

“I will be with you soon,” She said as she leaned down and gave him a strong kiss. The kiss of an Alpha.

“Good, I don’t know how long I can go without your touch.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her down for one more kiss before he let her go.

This was torture. 

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Grant grabbed his beer and took a swig.

“So exactly what do you want done, Book?” He was sitting in the Motorcycle Club’s back room, at the bar, smoke filling up the room around the green velvet of their poker table.

If you didn’t know they were Shifters you would never guess. The bar wasn’t just for Shifters, it was the home of all manner of country bar fly, and it provided a good cover for their business. The back room, however, was for the Motorcycle club’s elite.

The men who were really in control. Beyond the council.

“Look, I ain’t sayin you gotta put him in the hospital, but let whoever is sellin’ that shit down there know that it won’t fly. You know what I mean?” Book took a long draft on his cigar and then blew it out, adding to the atmosphere. “They’re killin’ our town. You want that shit gettin’ into the population? Remember what it was like the last time we needed to clean up the drugs? It was hell, Grant.”

He knew Book was venting more than anything. And he wasn’t wrong. They had done a good job with keeping the dealers out of town. If anyone wanted anything harder than weed they had to drive thirty miles just to get it. Crime had dropped, and the town was known for being more than just another Mid-Atlantic wasteland.

“If you need someone to come down with you, I’ll come along.” Jon stood up, his chest broad as he puffed out.

He loved any reason to come along and make trouble.

“Not this time, big guy. I got some recruits I want to show the tougher side of the business. If you know what I mean.”

“One of them recruits your lady?” Book asked, his eyebrow raised.

“Yes. She needs to see what we are. What we all are.”

“What do you know about her, Grant? I mean really know?”

“I read her file, Book. I know she is no stranger to violence. In order for her to really understand what is happening here, she needs to understand the whole picture. Do you disagree?”

“No, not at all. I just want to make sure that you are confident about the timing. Something like this is not that big of a job, but it could break her if the setting isn’t right. Do you want that for her, Grant? Do you want to break your mate?”