The Alpha Men's Secret Club 5: Final Capture: A Shockingly Hot BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance (4 page)

9

Kate did not know what to expect.

Would Rust be reduced to a shell of what he once was? She hadn’t seen him in a month. Anything could happen. They could have starved him. Deprived him of sleep. Electrocuted him. Burned him. Anything to get him to cooperate with them.

Worse, they could have harvested his organs. Performed open surgery on him to inspect his insides.

Anything!

Alyssa led her down several corridors through several security channels – guards, door card swipes, retinal scans. And then finally to a simple door at the end of a wing.

Kate’s chest felt swollen and fluttery. She was so scared! She didn’t think she could bear it if anything happened to Rust. And how would he react when he saw her pregnant state? She remembered how he had dumped Shamilar once he found out she was pregnant.

Would he dump her too?

Suddenly, she wondered if she had made a mistake in wanting to see Rust. She had foolishly agreed to submit to their investigations, and at the same time, she would expose herself earlier to Rust’s wrath.

What if he made her get rid of the baby?

No, the FBI wouldn’t allow him. But maybe that’s exactly what they wanted!

Oh, she was so confused!

Alyssa scanned her retina, and the door clicked open. It was really a prison after all.

“You locked him in?” Kate accused.

“This is a high security facility. We can’t have unauthorized people wandering around.”

Kate stared at the open door.

“Go on,” Alyssa said.

“And you’ll be locking me in?”

“You will have everything you need in the suite.”

Kate stepped in, feeling out of her depth. Whatever Rust’s reaction would be, she was stuck with him in this room.

*

The door closed behind her with a click.

“Rust?” Kate called. Her heart was beating so fast that it felt like a sparrow was caught in her chest cavity.

Silence.

Oh no. He was hurt.

“Rust?” she called again.

“Kate?” Rust’s voice was incredulous, but it was still unmistakably his voice.

“Rust!” Her voice broke.

He appeared at the doorway. He was in a loose T-shirt and boxer shorts. His hair was tousled and there were dark circles under his eyes. He seemed thinner, but he was still as marvelous looking as ever. If anything, his gauntness had given his cheekbones an ethereal cast.

She flew into his arms.

He embraced her. And they were joined again. Flesh flowing into flesh. Nose buried in hair. Body clasped to body without an inch of space between them. Everything felt right in her world again. And now that she had him in her arms again, she realized how much she had missed him. Missed him touching her, holding her, kissing her – which he was doing now. His mouth found hers and he tasted of pecans, for some reason.

Was that what he had been eating?

“Kate,” he murmured against her lips. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you.”

They were speaking between kisses. Torrid, searing kisses where tongues pried into mouths and mouths sucked tongues. They tasted each other, imbibed the scent of each other.

“I love you,” he said.

Her heart swelled.

“I love you so much, Rust. I was so scared.”

“But wait.” He edged away, and her spirits sank. He held her at arm’s length and gazed down at her belly. “You are – ”

“I’m sorry,” she said before he could say anything more. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“But how – ?”

She knew he had asked her to take the contraceptives. Would she go for broke and tell him the truth?

“I-I – ”

She burst into tears.

“Kate,” he said in desperation as he clasped her arms. “Why are you crying?”

“I want your baby so badly.” Now she was babbling. “And I’m so afraid because of what you did to Shamilar – ”

“Did you stop taking the pill?” he suddenly asked.

God
.

It was time to declare the truth once and for all. He would hate her, and she would be stuck in here in this seething cauldron of anger.

No more lies.

Well, maybe just half-truths.

She said, “I’m sorry . . . I wish I could say they made me sick or something. B-but I just wanted to – ”

Trap you.

“ – have your baby because I love you so much.” It was true. “And even if you didn’t want it . . . and me . . . I would have been fine with it too. I would have kept the baby anyway and brought him or her up on my own. I just wanted your baby.”

“Kate – ”

To her amazement, he knelt down and clasped her belly.

“I’m not angry,” he assured her.

She was stunned.

“I really am not,” he repeated. “I’m not angry.”

He caressed her swollen belly through her loose dress. His touch was gentle, reverent.

“But . . . you were angry with Shamilar.”

“That’s because I didn’t love her. I love you. I do want a baby with you.” His green eyes were shining with honesty, love and earnestness.”

Even though I tried to deceive you early in our relationship?
Her heart blistered. But she didn’t say anything. Sometimes, total honesty was not the best policy. Especially now that things were going well between them again. In a manner of speaking.

Then his face darkened. “But in such circumstances, it isn’t fair. We were so happy. I didn’t realize we were happy, but I know it now. It is only when you lose everything that you understand true happiness in circumspect.”

“You haven’t lost everything. You still have me.” The tears ran down her face.

“No.
They
have us,” he said. “Because we’re prisoners here.”

She listened as he told her everything he had been through.

He added, “We are being bugged.” He indicated the ceiling. “There are hidden cameras everywhere. Hoping to trip us up into revealing things.”

She knew a warning when she heard it. Her heart started to beat a little faster.

“So she’s listening in to every word we say?”

“Yes.”

His eyes met hers. They clearly said:
Do not talk about the shifter community.

That was a monumental task. What if she inadvertently revealed something she shouldn’t? She wasn’t very good at this cloak-and-dagger thing. But wait. She had managed to conceal not only Rust’s but Carlo’s identity for so long. She did it then, amid a throng of students. Surely she could do it again.

But things were different now! This was the fucking FBI!

Her fear must have shown on her face, because he said, “Don’t worry.” He smiled. “We have nothing to hide.”

He took her in his arms and kissed her again.

He said, “Meanwhile, I’ve missed you.”

A funny feeling blossomed in her loins. She did miss him. Terribly. In every way.

“But – ”

They are watching, she wanted to say.
She
is watching.

“I don’t care.” He grinned. “Do you?”

“What about the baby?”

“You mean we can’t have sex if you’re going to have a baby?”

“It feels a bit weird.”

“Oh no, it won’t,” he promised.

10

Kate did feel weird.

There were two things going on simultaneously.

1.                                                                                                                                                           
   They were being watched. By Alyssa, no less, she was sure.
   
2.                                                                                                                                                          
   The baby was growing inside her. This was the first time she was going to have sex with Rust in a long time. What if the baby . . .
   knew
   ?
   

“Then we’ll have a great story to tell him,” Rust said, leading her to the bed. “This is how you were conceived, we will tell him.”

“
Him
? How sure are you it’s a ‘him’?”

Alyssa would find out soon enough when they did the ultrasound, Kate thought with dread. But meanwhile –

Rust began to undress himself. He was so cavalier about it. So nonchalant. Was he sure Alyssa was watching? Someone was watching, at least. Or maybe a roomful of people. They had made love in front of Carlo before. They had been in a rave full of naked shifters. She had been bound in front of them.

And now they were going to make love in front of a roomful (or maybe more) of unseen people – all who were studying their every move to find out if shifters made love the normal way. This lovemaking session would go down in the annals of scientific research.

This was definitely weird!

But her hormones were flowing. It was strange. Maybe it was because she was pregnant, but her libido was sharper than it had been for a long time.

She wanted Rust. Needed him so badly. She needed to bury her nose in the crook of his shoulder and breathe in his musky scent. She needed to hold his body close to hers – so close that there would not be a modicum of space between them. She needed his cock inside her – thrusting, pulsing, filling her with his heat.

Oh Rust, how I’ve missed you
.

There was not a shred of doubt in her mind that he was the one for her. The one that she would sacrifice everything for – even her life. This was the father of her child. The man she would build an entire life and family for.

He was much thinner than when she had last seen him. She was right. He had lost weight. Not only was his face more ethereal, but his muscles had lost bulk and the six-pack on his abdomen was more pronounced that ever. He was as lean as a whippet. She was worried about him.

“Have you been eating well?” she asked him. “Sleeping well?”

His erection tented his boxers, and he shrugged them off. His swollen cock – the cock she missed so much – was standing up like a flagpole. Pointing towards her. Waiting to spear her. Her mouth went dry even as her pussy creamed over.

“I can’t wait to see you naked,” he said in a husky voice.

I can’t wait to be naked for you too
. An unbidden image of Alyssa in front of a monitor, watching them undress, intruded her mind, but she swept it away. Rust was right. They had to live here one way or another, and to be damned if they had to live like chaste monks. Who knew how long they had to live anyway – lab rats that they were?

Once he was fully naked, he began to undo the buttons on her loose dress. He took off her bra.

“God,” he breathed. “These are bigger than ever.”

It was true. Pregnancy had given her girth and swollen her breasts. Her areolas were darker and more pronounced than ever.

He cupped her breasts. He lifted her mounds and squeezed them. There was an urgency to his grip, and it was almost painful – his rampant need of her.

“I missed these,” he said.

He bent his head down and took her left nipple in his mouth.

“Mmmmmmmm.” He tasted it and laved his tongue back and forth over the engorged and very protuberant tip.

She gasped. The sensation of his wet tongue on her flesh was sharper than it ever had before – as though all her senses had been heightened. Blood flowed into her nipples and made them so hard they were practically bursting.

He gently pushed her down onto the bed. He slid off her panties. In contrast to the previous times they had made love, he was gentle, tender. He sealed his mouth over her other nipple, and sucked. As he sucked, his tongue circled the areola and the tip, sending delicious tingles from her breast all the way down to her pussy and thighs.

Her womb contracted, and she could swear the baby inside moved, even though it wasn’t time for her to experience any quickening yet. But perhaps shifter babies were different?

He opened her legs. He scooted down lower and plied his clever tongue onto her pussy. The familiarity of this act came back to her – oh, how she missed this! His tongue trailed and made circles all over her pussy – her labia, the grooves between her labia, her clit and all the folds in between. Her clit became engorged and her pussy juices flowed copiously. He licked this off as well, like a cat licking cream.

He was a giant cat after all, she thought.

He worked his tongue in and around her pussy with dexterity, opening her up with his fingers and augmenting his oral ministrations with the pads of his index finger and thumb. The sensations climbed in her groin area – swarming, dancing, spooling, looping. Somewhere at the back of her brain, she was aware that they were being watched, but this didn’t matter. Not with what he was doing to her.

She moaned softly as he continued to lave her. He opened her legs so wide that her thighs were almost at a horizontal line. In this manner, her deepest recesses and holes were open to him. He licked the area around her pussy hole, and then plunged his tongue into her vaginal tunnel.

“Ohhhh!” She reacted with pleasurable shock.

At the same time, he stubbed one finger into her anus. The double penetration was enough to send her over the edge to ecstasy, and she exploded. Combined with her weeks of abstinence, her orgasm rose rapidly to white-hot levels.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she screamed into the ceiling.

Take that, Alyssa Foley!

Rust did not show her mercy. He held her hips down and continued to lick her. Her orgasm extended and multiplied. Her body shuddered and trashed and flailed like a helpless doll.

“Oh, Rust, please!”

She couldn’t bear the intensity of it anymore.

“Please, I want to suck and lick you,” she said.

He climbed onto the bed and posited himself so that his cock hovered above her mouth and his head was still on top of her pussy. The classical ‘69’ position. He lowered his cock into her willing mouth and resumed his licking of her pussy.

His flesh was warm and sweet in her mouth. His cock filled the entire circumference of her mouth. He began to buck his hips. Up and down, so that his cock slid in and out of her mouth. His crown impinged on her throat, and she gagged slightly.

“Sorry,” he murmured, and eased up on the thrusting.

They resumed their oral exchange. Building on their passion. Pleasuring each other. His licking of her pussy intensified in new directions. His tongue could reach more clit than pussy hole now, and the angle at which the tip smothered her hood was new and delicious and exciting.

After minutes of this, he got up.

“I want to try a little something new,” he said.

Her heart skipped a couple of beats.

He went to the bathroom and returned with two hand towels.

“Towels?” she inquired.

“Stick around in this place long enough, and you’ll understand.”

He tied her wrists in front of her with a rolled-up towel. Then, instead of tying her legs apart, he tied them together at the ankles.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” she asked in surprise.

“Of course I do.”

He gently turned her over to her side. And then he placed her body at the edge of the bed so that her buttocks were facing him. She was lying at the edge of the bed with her ass over the side, wondering what he would do next.

She felt the prod of his cock against her pussy hole. His cock head nudged her entrance, and then penetrated.

It was very tight, but it felt very good. The entire girth of his cock was squeezed into her narrow passage, and she could feel every inch of him within her walls.

“Ohhhh!” she squealed.

“How does it feel?”

He inched in deeper, as deep as he could go. Pregnancy had swollen her womb, and she could feel his head abutting against her engorged cervix.

“Wonderful,” she gasped.

He began to slide in and out of her artificially narrowed tunnel, and it felt like absolute bliss.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she cried with each thrust of his cock against her cervix.

She didn’t ever want him to stop.

His cock slid in and out with ease. Her tunnel was already so wet and compressed. It slid entirely out, and then he pushed it back in again, eliciting another scream from her.

In, out. In, out.

She could remain like this for a long time. Just joined to him. Tied up and helpless. As long as they were together – for as long as it took.

The sex was so good and satisfying that she vaulted into another violent orgasm. It was so intense that she didn’t realize her wrists and ankles were bound. She completely lost awareness of her surroundings – mired in the stars and stratosphere as she was – until she came down to earth and realized where she was.

Where they were.

Prisoners.

And her spirits came crashing down together with her climax.