Shifters of Shadow Falls Collection (Books 1-3) (12 page)

Chapter 2: Veronica

I purse my lips in annoyance, listening to these foolish mutts snickering as they formulate a shit plan of retribution.  I bet these assholes can’t even spell the word.  I huff and return my attention to the stage.  I was supposed to talk with the alpha on behalf of the coven, but that’s not going to happen.  I didn’t anticipate his pack finding mates.  My nails tap impatiently on the metal seat in front of me as I watch both girls struggle against the massive beasts.  For some reason I have a soft spot for the little, blonde wolf.  My nose scrunches in disapproval and my tongue clicks against the roof of my mouth.  If they’d calm the hell down I would’ve had a chance to speak with Devin.  That’s alright though.  I’m sure I’ll be meeting him soon when my big, bad wolf comes to fetch me. 

He’s so obvious.  A small smile plays at my lips while my heart beats with lust.  He’s fucking adorable.  Well, maybe adorable isn’t the right word.  Sexy-as-fuck.  Yes, that’s a better description.  I could feel his eyes on me ever since he got here, willing me to look at him.  I grin wickedly.  He’s going to have to learn that I’m the one who’ll be giving orders. 

“Let’s run them off the road.”  Dumb-fuck one whispers just outside the stadium, grabbing my attention once again.  This time I’m even more displeased; they’ve interrupted the little fantasy I was concocting of my strong, handsome wolf on his knees for me with his tongue licking between my thighs.  The four assholes have finally gotten out of their cars to witness the spectacle on stage.  I’ve been listening to their incessant need to rant about taking back this town for the past half an hour.  Their voices picked up with excitement when they realized Devin and the hulking doom-and-gloom were taking mates.  That’s when I turned from bored to pissed. 

“You two go in the first car and we’ll follow.  As soon as we get a chance, we’ll get whichever one we can.  We just need one to bring to Alpha.”  I roll my eyes at their piss-poor plan.  Haven’t they seen the size of the werewolves they’re so desperate to fuck with?  Oh that’s right, they’re stupid little shits. 

I don’t know much about the pack of Shadow Falls, but I know enough.  Devin, the current alpha, has always belonged here and a few years ago he left before coming back with a new pack to reclaim this territory as his.  He had the backing of the authority and it’s him that the coven wants to deal with.  So the “rightful pack” can piss off with their shit excuses for wanting to terrorize those poor girls. 

The wolf girl shrieks yet again and it pierces my ear drums, making me wince in irritation.  Uh.  She needs to get her shit together.  I look to the stage to see the alpha mate passed out in Devin’s arms.  I raise my perfectly-plucked eyebrows in surprise.  I didn’t take her to be one to pass out. 

“I hope we get the blonde one; she looks like fun.”  The sickening sneer draws my attention back to Dumb-fucks one through four.  Devin doesn’t need to deal with these assholes.  And from the way they’re talking, it’ll be my pleasure to handle this little mess for him.  A thought brings a devilish smile to play at my lips.  If I take care of this nuisance, he may be more willing to hear the wishes of my coven.  Pride flows through me as I throw my shoulders back and stride towards the parking lot to take care of this little problem.  I take one last glance over my shoulder.  My pup is searching for me.  Good boy.  My wicked smile returns.  I can’t wait to play with my wolf.

Chapter 3: Vince

              I toss the cloak in the trash, leaving me in dark-washed jeans and a gray hoodie and stalk around the back of the stadium. It’s mostly empty now so I can sneak around and avoid being seen.  At the entrance to the stadium, I catch my mate’s sweet scent.  I walk slowly to the gate and inhale deeply, taking in the faint aroma of honeysuckles; relief floods through me.  The gnawing pit in my stomach subsides and my skin tingles with excitement.  A wolfish grin graces my lips; the hunt is on.  Unfortunately, the relief is brief as I follow the floral breeze to the parking lot.  My heart beat picks up with anxiety once again.  The thought of her getting into her car and leaving me forever is a real possibility.  I pick up my pace, staying quiet and in the shadows of the building.  I need to stay inconspicuous.  There aren’t many people lingering, but I don’t want to draw any attention. 

The scent takes me to a few parked cars, but then it continues past the lot and towards campus.  Her sweet smell cuts off to the right down a sidewalk between two dorm buildings.  I tilt my head as I eye the large, brick buildings.  Maybe she’s a student.  My lips pull into a smile.  I can’t wait to learn more about my mate. I continue to walk at a quicker that leisurely pace past campus and towards Main Street.  There are a few shops just now closing down but there’s a bar at the end of the street.  I follow my tantalizing mate and that’s when I go on high alert.  I take in the smell again and fight the urge to growl.  Wolves are here.  And they sure as fuck aren’t my pack.  Anxiety rushes through me knowing the trail to my mate and the trail to the unknown werewolves lead in the same direction. 

“Devin, we have problems.”  I don’t wait for a response as I continue the path to my mate.  The woods to my left will cover me better and allow me to sprint to her.  No more of this human pace.  I’m barely able to keep my composure until I’m safely hidden in the shadows of the forest. 

I try calling for the pack again, but it’s too late.  They’ve travelled too far and can’t hear me.  Fuck!  I rush past the trees, being loud as fuck as I snap branches under my boots.  I don’t care about stealth, only speed.  I need to get to her as fast as I can.  If they’re after my mate I’ll rip their throats out.  I refuse to fail my mate.  To hell with that shit about waiting until she’s offered.  I’m taking her with me and Devin will just have to deal with it.  It only takes minutes to reach the end of her scent.  It cuts past a bar and through a deserted alley. 

I hastily emerge from the shadows, my hoodie’s torn to shreds so I rip it off and leave it.  The white Henley stretched tight across my chest has a small tear at the bottom across my abs and stained with blood.  I’ve already healed though so I don’t give a fuck.  The scowl on my face, clenched fists, and white-hot anger pouring of my sweaty skin complete the image of pissed-the-fuck off werewolf.  If I could contain my anger to avoid scaring my mate I would, but I can’t.  I see four large frames in a circle at the end of the alley. 

They have her surrounded. 

I tighten my fists so hard that the skin on my knuckles cracks and blood seeps from the self-induced wounds.  I low growl rips through my chest.  All four of them lift their heads in fear, eyes widening and mouths parting in either shock or an attempt to speak.  But I don’t give the fuckers a chance to say a damn thing.  As I hurl my body towards them, I release my wolf, morphing into a beast of violence, bones contorting, fur emerging.  The burning sensation and cracking in my ears fuels my desire to destroy.  I’m fully wolf before I even land all four paws on the cold, bricked alley.  One of the four assholes attempts to shift, but he’s too slow.  I immediately go for his throat.  His claws dig into my shoulders, slicing through the tender flesh and scratching at the bone as my jaws sink into throat, piercing his jugular and causing hot gushes of dirty blood to fill my mouth.  I snarl as his body falls limp in my path to the other three. 

My eyes flicker with shock and then pride as I take in the scene.  My mate.  My sexy, poised mate has her thighs wrapped around the throat of the other werewolf, her knees crossed at the back of his head as she flings her body towards the ground, tossing his large frame in the air and landing hard on his back with her sitting on his chest, she punches his throat, slicing it with a small knife that’s nestled between her knuckles.   Her face is one of a ruthless predator. Her perfectly pinned bun has fallen, leaving her brunette curls to fall gently down her back. Confidence and power erupt from her small frame as she turns, still crouched on his chest.  Her pale, plump lips part as she lifts her head back and hisses at the other shifters, revealing long white fangs that reflect the light of the moon.   

The shifters take stumbled steps back in fear and shock, mouths gaped, but before they’re able to fully turn and run she quickly flings the blades in her hand.  The first lands in the upper spine of one of the men, effectively paralyzing him and his limp body instantly drops to the ground, landing hard.  His face crashes against the cement with nothing to break his fall, his nose crashes on the unforgiving brick and blood flows from the wound, pooling around his face.  The other blade is lodged in the last shifters neck.  As he moves his hands to retrieve the blade, my mate, my
vampire
mate, sends three more blades, in a rhythmic dance, flying through the air, the first two pinning his hands to his throat and the third landing at the base of his throat.  Blood spurts from his jugular.  As the shifter struggles to breath, landing hard on his knees and coughing up blood, my mate walks over with an air of casualty and twists the knives while ripping them out.  His dead eyes stare at nothing as the blood pools on the ground and his face flattens against the brick. 

Still in her heels, with a splash of dark red blood splattered on her blouse, she strides to the shifter laying limp yet conscious.  She squats down; her leather pleated skirt moves up her thigh and reveals the clips and straps of her black laced garter belt.  She is the sight of deadly beauty.  Still in wolf form, I groan with lust and desire.  I move to shift but her dark eyes find mine and pale lips part, “Stay.  I want to feel your fur.”  Pride flows through me and I huff in agreement as I walk swiftly to be closer to her.  Her small hand grabs the knife, but before withdrawing it she looks back at me.  “I thought we could keep him for Devin.”  Although it’s a statement, she’s asking me.  I nod my head and she removes the knife.  It’s a silver blade.  He’ll heal with time, but we’ll be back before he has a chance to come through.   I watch her skilled moves while coming to terms with the situation.  My mate is vampire and she knows of Devin.  The questions pile in my head, but in wolf form I’m unable to speak.  She stands, placing the bloody blade behind her back and tilts her head as she takes in my wolf form. 

Her dark eyes travel my body.  Although she’s tall, I’m the same height as her standing on all four paws in my wolf form.  “Lay down.”  I grin at her command.  I’m so fucking turned on it hurts.  I obey my mate and lay in the brick alley.  A low rumble vibrates my chest as she spears my fur with her small hands.  Petting me.  She moves in front of me and takes my large head in her hands before gently scratching my chest.  Her hands on me is a heaven I didn’t know existed.  I resist the urge to close my eyes and enjoy her touch only so I can stare back at her and the small smile playing at her lips as she watches her fingers disappear in my thick, soft fur.  All too quickly, she stops and the smile vanishes as she glances at the bodies around her. 

She purses her lips and looks behind us where my tattered and shredded clothes lay.  “You ruined your clothes.”  I sit up, making me about a foot taller than her, but she maintains eye contact.  “What are you going to wear now?”  Is the admonishing me?  “I’m going to need help moving these bodies and storing him in the trunk.”  Her thumb points to the useless shifter.  “I have silver rope in the trunk, but how the hell am I going to carry him?”  Her tongue clicks on the roof of her mouth as she surveys the scene.  “You need clothes.  Do you have any?”  I shake my head causing her to narrow her eyes in obvious annoyance.  “Shift.” 
Yes, Mam.
   

Chapter 4: Vince

              I toss her keys on the bedside table in the hotel room and perk up as I hear the shower running.  I buried the three shifters in the woods after tying the other one up with silver rope and locking him in the back of her trunk.  The fucker pissed all over himself, but he’ll live.  For now.  I don’t know how long that’ll last once Devin finds out what they were planning. 

I strip out of the jeans and simple white t shirt Veronica got me.  The shirt barely fits.  I think she likes seeing it stretched tight across my bulky shoulders.  She knew damn well I needed a larger size.  Every step I take towards the bathroom makes my dick harder as I imagine my gorgeous mate wet and naked, waiting for me to ravage her.  I palm myself and stroke a few times. 

I open the door to the bathroom and find her wrapped in a towel.  Her hair’s dry and she’s rubbing something that smells like honey into her shoulders.  There’s a large, dark bruise in the crook of her neck and the sight of it makes me growl.  Those fuckers got their hands on her.  The bastard in the trunk is lucky that Veronica wants to give him to Devin.  If it were up to me he’d be dead like the rest of them.  I know vampires heal, but obviously they don’t heal as fast as we do. 

“Don’t be so upset pup; it’s just a little bruise.”  Her dark eyes twinkle with mischief when they meet my silver gaze in the mirror. 

“I don’t like to see you marked.” 

She smiles devilishly before turning around and unwrapping her towel.  The white cotton falls in a puddle around her feet, revealing her pale soft skin.  “You don’t want to put your mark on me then?”  I groan in approval.  My dick gets impossibly harder and lust rages in my blood at the sight of her gorgeous curves.  I part my lips to speak as I walk towards her, but she stops me by putting her small slender finger against my lips.  “Ah ah.  I want my big, bad wolf on his knees.”  I smirk and obey my mate.  I love her little game.  I can’t help it that the thought of her putting a collar and leash on me makes precum leak from my slit. 

I kneel in front of her and gently place my hands on the back of her thighs, petting her smooth skin and testing my limits.  She allows it and I smile up at her in gratitude before nuzzling my nose between her thighs and inhaling her arousal.  She moans softly and leans back against the counter, opening her legs a little wider.  “Good boy.  Enjoy your treat.”  My rough chuckle vibrates through my chest and I smile into her heat before taking a long, languid swipe with my tongue through her pussy lips.  Fuck.  She tastes just like honey too.  I moan into her heat and suckle on her clit.  I massage it with my hot tongue and pick up my pace as she moans louder and runs her hands through my hair.  My tongue dips in between her folds and I lap up her honey.  I pull back to look at her glistening opening before shoving my tongue inside her.  She bucks against me.  I’d smile at her arousal but I don’t want to let up tongue fucking her. 

My hands grip onto her thighs to hold her tighter as she starts to tremble, my fingers dig into her skin.  I pull away to swipe along her length and suck her clit back into my mouth.  Her small hands push me against her.  I slow my movements as she gets closer to her release.  I want to hear her beg me to get her off.  I want this sexy-as-fuck, dominant woman to beg me for her release.  She moans my name and pushes me into her harder.  I suck her clit back into my mouth but slow my movements as her hands shake in my hair and her pussy clenches dripping more and more of her honey.  It’s getting her so worked up.  When I do finally let her cum, she’ll explode on my tongue.  Imagining her body shaking in my arms while her orgasm rocks through her body makes me leak more cum onto the bathroom floor.  I stop my movements as she moans my name louder.  I grin before taking another languid stoke against her wanting heat.

Her heavy breathing slows and her hands grip my hair tighter to the point of pain.   She forces my head out of her thighs to look up at her.  Her hooded eyes look down at me with a spark of anger.  “Are you not enjoying your treat?  Is that why you think it’s fun to stop me from cuming?” 

“I want you to beg me.”  My simple statement makes her grin. 

“I don’t beg.”  She releases my hair and walks to the shower, which is still running.  The shower is filled with so much steam she nearly vanishes as she steps into the glass stall.  She doesn’t shut the door though and the steam flows into the room, giving me a better view.  “Come here.”  I immediately oblige, ready to join my mate.  Her hand comes out and her splayed fingers push against my chest before I can enter the stall.  The hot sprays of water splash against her chest, reddening her skin.  “Knees.”  I furrow my brows in confusion, but do what she says.  I kneel on the small, white rug just outside of the stall.  “You were a bad puppy for not letting me cum.”  Her admonishing tone sends a pulse of nervousness through my chest. She closes her eyes and lets the water hit her face and hair before streaming down her back and the curve of her lush ass.   “Now you’ll have to watch.”  She opens her eyes and faces me before cupping my chin in her hand.  “I wanted to let you pleasure me.”  Her pitying voice turns stern, “but I don’t need you to cum.”

Her hard words crater my chest.  My lips press into a hard line.  I don’t fucking like this.  “No.”  It’s the only word that will escape my lips.  I barely restrain my growl of contempt.

“You did this to yourself.”  She watches me through her thick lashes.  “Take your punishment like a good boy and I’ll reward you.”  She pats my head before adding, “I’m willing to believe you didn’t know any better.”  I breathe heavily and clench my fists at my sides to hold back from grabbing her waist, pushing her small body against the wall and pounding into her tight pussy.  I could easily take her however I wanted, and she knows it.  She’s taunting a beast, trying to tame me.  I’ll be her submissive.  I’ll be such a good boy she’ll want to spoil me with her rewards.  And honestly, I’m enjoying playing the part of her pet.  I grin and sit back on my heels, “Yes, Mam.”  She smiles brightly, looking down at me with delight in her dark hooded eyes. 

“Call me, Mistress.”  I nearly cum on the damn rug at her words.  I stifle my groan and regain my composure. 

“Yes, Mistress.”  My obedience makes her bite her bottom lip.  Her sharp fang digs into the soft, supple skin but doesn’t puncture it.  The sight of it makes me want to beg her to bite me.  I want
her
to mark
me
. 

I watch as her fingers dip into her heat and she throws her head back and moans at her own tender touch.  She tilts her head to look at me with her fingers strumming along her clit.  “You got me so close.”  Her words are soft and full of yearning. 

“Can I taste Mistress?”  She smiles at my question.  Her happiness fills my heart with pride.   She offers me her fingers and I reach a hand out to hold them steady, but she pulls them away. 

“Only taste.”  She shakes her head, sending droplets of water to fall down her breasts to the tip of her hard pink nipples before landing on the rug.  “No touching.”  Her mouth is parted in and her breasts rise and fall with her deep intake of air.  The smell of her arousal floods the bathroom.  I place my hands on my naked thighs and lean forward.  I give her a wolfish grin and stare into her eyes as I take the tip of her fingers into my mouth to taste her honey.  I moan at the taste and sit back on my heels.  

“Fucking delicious.”  She smiles with satisfaction and returns to touching herself.  Her head leans back against the stall as she moans and squirms at her touch.  Her pace picks up as two fingers brush along her clit and dip into her entrance over and over.  I watch her in rapture as she brings herself to the edge of her climax. Her mouth gapes and her shoulders spasm as she cums.  She screams out my name before sagging against the wall of the shower.  It’s the most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen.  I sit patiently on my heels with my hands firmly pressed against my thighs and wait for her to come down from the intensity of her orgasm.  I wish I was holding her and she had cum on my tongue.  Next time.  Her next orgasm will be mine. 

As if she read my mind she pushes her back against the tiled wall and beckons me into the shower with a playful smirk.  I rise slowly and move my large frame into the shower, crowding the space and hovering over her tiny body.  She takes my face in her hands and I lower my lips to hers.  My tongue brushes along the seam and she parts for me, opening her hot mouth for her tongue to massage mine.  I growl into her mouth and rest my forearms on either side of her head against the wall, caging her in as I kiss her with every ounce of passion I have.  Her arms wrap around my waist, her fingers dig into my ass, pulling me closer to her.  She breaks our kiss and moans a contented sigh as my erection digs into her soft belly.  She ducks her head and steps under my arm reaching for the small bottle of body wash. 

“Have you learned your lesson?”  She lathers the soap in her hands before massaging it onto my chest.  Her fingers linger over my chiseled chest and play in the small bit of hair below my abs, trailing down to my pubes.  I nod my head.  Damn right I did.  She hums and stands on her tip toes to kiss the crook of my neck.  “Good boy,” her hot breath tickles my throat as her fangs skim along the sensitive flesh.  She hastily turns away from me and applies more soap to her hands.  She twirls her finger, commanding me to turn.  I instantly obey.  Her soft, small hands knead my muscles as she lathers the soap onto my skin.  She hums as she washes every inch of my body
except
my raging erection.  “Turn.”  I obey, turning to face her.  She gets onto her tip toes to wash my hair, her supple breast press against my hard chest.  My arms wrap around her small waist as she massages my scalp with her nails.   Her touch relaxes me.

“Mmm.”  I murmur into the crook of her neck as I grind my dick into her stomach, loving the skin on skin contact.  The touch reminds me how much I fucking need my release.  She lets out a small, feminine giggle, but otherwise ignores my not-so-subtle hint. 

She steps towards the back of the shower, “rinse.”  I chuckle at her command, loving the way she orders me around like she owns me.  She really fucking does own me.  What’s worse is that she knows it.  I let the hot water hit me and rinse the suds from my body, but I don’t linger.  I want my mate.  I need more of her touch.  I take a single stride towards her and cage her in like I did before and move to kiss her soft, supple lips, but her finger at my lips stops me inches away from her face.  “Bed time, wolf.” 
Bed.
  Absolutely.

“Yes, Mistress.”  I grin my response and lean forward to kiss her cheek.  A blush runs through her chest and up to her cheeks.  The slight pink hue looks beautiful on her pale skin.  I dry off as quickly as possible and the soft cotton against my still hard dick is enough to have me on my knees.  God, I can’t wait to cum.  Hopefully it’ll be in her tight, little cunt.  I lick my lips, remembering the mouthwatering taste.

She seems to be taking her time towel drying her hair before she reaches in a small floral bag on the counter and pulls out lotion.  When my silver eyes catch her dark gaze in the mirror, I cock a brow in question.  “I’ll be there when I’m finished.”   I nod my head, not trusting that my mouth won’t demand that she come with me if I open it.  Fuck, I’m tired of waiting.  Tired of being teased.  I lay on top of the covers on my back with my hands behind my head looking at the bathroom across the room.  I left the door open and I keep getting drafts of her honey scent.

She saunters to the bed completely naked and it makes my dick jump for attention.  She smirks at the sight of my bobbing erection before climbing into bed, pulling up the covers and crawling underneath.  “Get under here.  I want you to hold me.”  I move as quickly as I can to get my hands on her soft, lush body.  My arms around her waist and pull her small, delicate frame to my hard chest.  I rock my dick into her ass, even that feels like heaven.

“Stop it.  I don’t want you to do that.”  Her softly spoken words shock me, but I immediately stop.  My brows furrow in confusion as she nuzzles her head into my chest, props her leg across mine and settles her forearm across my abs.  She’s getting into position to sleep.  “Good night pup.”  What the fuck?  I part my lips to protest but that damn finger comes up to silence me yet again.  “Ah uh.  No complaining.  You were a bad boy and bad boys don’t get to cum.”  She settles back into my chest as I contemplate her words.

My jaw ticks, but then a thought comes to mind.  “Are you challenging me?”

Her gentle snicker tickles my chest hair, “No, not in the least.  I know if you wanted to, you could take from me.  I don’t want that.”  I didn’t think that she was, but I had to make sure.  I unconsciously tap my fingers on her arm trying to figure out what the hell I should do.  A fucking light bulb goes off in my head.

“Do you want me to beg?”  Of course she does.  I wanted her to beg, so this is my punishment.  “I’ll beg on my knees.  I plead with you.  Whatever you want.”  I whisper my words into her hair.  I mean every word.  Shit, the thought of me begging her to suck me off has precum flowing down my shaft. 

She snickers again and I know her answer before she says it.  “No, I don’t want you to beg.”

“I don’t like this.”  I know I sound like a petulant child, but really, what the fuck? 

“That’s the point of a punishment pup.”  She lifts her head to give me a kiss on the cheek before settling back down beside me.  A moment passes of silence.  I stare up at the ceiling with a raging erection that won’t die, next to my sated mate, who doesn’t seem to have any intention of returning the favor. 
Mother fucker.
  I close my eyes and try to sleep, but there’s no fucking way that’s going to happen.