Force of Nature Series Boxed Set (Books 1 - 4) (18 page)

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Chapter Nineteen
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The room was lovely. CJ walked around and touched all the things that made the room look homey. She didn’t, of course, go near the bed, but she did look at the bathroom and the large living room area twice. When Austin chuckled, she turned to glare at him.

“You finished searching the room now or do you want to have another go? I’m sure there are a couple of things you might have missed the second time.”

“I was just admiring the decorations.” She hoped he wouldn’t ask her which ones, because as soon as she looked at him again, every thought went out of her head.

Christ, he was beautiful. The tux that his mom had brought for him fit like a glove…a very sexy, very big glove. She wanted to go to him, strip him slowly, and kiss each and every inch she exposed.

“CJ, you keep looking at me like that and all my good intentions to make slow love to you in that bed are going to fly away.” He took a step toward her and she held up her hand to stop him. 

“I want to touch you. I want to take your clothes off you and taste you. Can I do that, Austin? Will you let me explore you and you not touch me?” Her voice had gotten husky, so husky she barely recognized it as her own.

When he nodded to her, she moved forward and started to unbutton his shirt. She kissed the first bit of his furred chest. He was warm and hard and wonderfully delicious. 

“I never get to see much of you when we have sex.” She opened the shirt more and found his nipple. She wondered if it was as sensitive as hers were. She ran her tongue over the pebbled bit of flesh and moaned when he hissed at her.

“Because you drive me insane with need when I touch you.”

She looked up at him as she circled around behind him and reached for his jacket. “Maybe. Or you just need to be inside of me that badly.” The jacket came off and she laid it over the chair. “I don’t know if you realize this or not, but this is the first time we’ve been in a real bed together. I’m looking forward to riding you like I did that day on the seat.” His growl made her pussy gush. “I love that sound you make. Do you have any idea what it does to me to hear you growl like a big animal? I nearly come when I hear it.”

She knew she was pushing it, but she was having too much fun not to. When she came around to the front of him again, she could see that she was arousing him more than she thought she could.

This time, she stepped back. She could barely stand on her own two feet and thought that she’d have him do the rest. She sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger at him. “Come here, Austin. I want to take your cock in my mouth and suck you until you come.” She never saw him move. One minute he was standing in the middle of the room, the next she was pressed against the bed and he was all over her.

“You drive me nuts, woman. I can’t decide if I want you to ride me or suck me. Christ, you’ll kill me before morning.” He moved to the edge of the bed and stood. “Watch me strip for you. Then when I’m naked, you’ll do the same for me. I want to watch you peel away that beautiful dress and show me what my sister bought for you to wear under it.” He wiggled his brows at her. “Or I could strip you bare and find out all on my own.”

She smiled when she thought of what she had on…or what she didn’t have on. There was a tiny scrap of lace that fit over her pussy and then a few strings. She’d not put on a bra; the dress had one built in. And the stockings, thigh-highs, with heels Holly had called “fuck me” heels. But it was the dress that made her smile.

It was simply the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, and it was his mom’s. Nancy told her that she’d been saving it forever for one of the boys’ wives to use, and never dreamed it would fit so well. The creamy white lace that covered her bodice and arms looked fragile and sexy. The rest of the dress, covered in the same lace, lay over a waterfall of silk and fell to the floor in yards and yards of white. The dress molded over her curves like it had been painted on them and the hips flared out enough to hide the slit up each side that showed off her long legs. She moved one of those now to show Austin what she had beneath.

“Silk stockings are expensive, and you’ll have a care with this dress, thank you very much. I won’t have you tearing your mom’s dress after she was kind enough to lend it to me.”

“Then you best take it off yourself, wife, for I have a need to fuck you hard.” His words had her wet, hot, and oh so ready for him to do just that. “Watch me, CJ. Watch me undress for you.”

The cummerbund came off next. He took it off with such a flourish that she felt her breath hitch. Next came the shirt. She’d already opened most of the buttons so it was just a matter of him pulling it free of his pants and taking it off. But he only finished the buttons and then went to his belt.

He took his time now, sliding the tab out of the small eye, pulling it free of the loop. She watched his fingers as they did each movement, worked the leather from the cinch, guided it through the loops of the pants. By the time it hit the floor with his cummerbund, she was soaking wet and panting.

“Do you have any idea what it’s doing to me to smell you right now? How much I want to strip off my pants and throw you over and pound deep into you?” She shook her head, not able to speak from the dryness of her throat. “My cock aches to be inside of you. My wolf, always on the surface when you smell like sex, is snarling at me to free him so that he can fuck you too.”

“Will he?” She cleared her throat to try again. “Will you allow him to take me, Austin?”

He paused in the process of opening the button at his pants. “Would you like that? Would you like for him to take you? When the moon is full and you’re my wolf, I’ll let him. He’ll take you from behind and hold you still with his teeth deep in your shoulder. He’ll take you hard and fill you with his cum.”

“Austin, please. You need to hurry. I’m so wet and needy for you.” She lay back on the bed. Lifting the dress up, she showed him her wet panties. His growl made her bold and she ran her fingers over the tiny lace that held it over her pussy.

“Touch yourself. Slide your fingers into your panties and deep into your heat.” His voice was hard, rough, and low. She could no more not do as he commanded than stop breathing. “That’s it. Christ, you’re beautiful.”

She watched him strip off his clothes, quicker now as she touched her clit. It was hard and slick, and when she brushed her finger over it, she moaned. When he stood her up suddenly, she moaned when her fingers were jerked free. But when he took them to his mouth and suckled them, she felt her knees buckle.

“Strip. Take the dress off now or I will shred it. I’ve lost my ability to be gentle.” He turned her around and started on the buttons. There were nearly one hundred of them, Nancy told her, and all them had to be sewn back on after her wedding night.

“Your mother said your father scattered the buttons around the room. She said it took her hours to find them all. If you help me find them—” She never finished as she felt the dress open and buttons fell around her feet.

The dress pooled to the floor and his hands tore the panties from her. When he turned her around, she was as naked as him. But he didn’t touch her. He stepped back and looked. 

“You are simply the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Your breasts fill my hands and your nipples fill my mouth.” He gently lifted them in the palms of his hands, leaned down, and suckled each nipple before letting her go. “You waist is so small that I can wrap my fingers around you and nearly touch, but you aren’t tiny.” He did as he said and wrapped his warm hands around her, then moved them to her hips. “Hips I can fill my hands with, hold onto when I enter you. When I take your ass, and I will, it will cradle my cock deep and hold me to you. Your legs are strong and long, and I love the feel of them when you wrap them around me.” 

He dropped to his knees and slid his fingers up her thighs. She could feel him gather the cream that had leaked from her. His moan as he ran his tongue up the same path made her tremble. His fingers sliding into her pussy brought her to a quick climax, soft and breathtaking.

“That’s only the beginning. I plan to take you to peak all night long. You belong to me now, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.” He pulled her to him and suckled her clit into his mouth.

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She flooded his mouth with her juices. When he slid his fingers into her heat, his hand soaked and cream ran down his arm. Lapping her, he could feel her legs shake and he wanted her to collapse, wanted her to scream out her release until she was hoarse.

Her climax was building and he pushed her over the edge by nipping gently at her clit. Her fingers in his hair tightened and he heard her cry out. Standing up, he lifted her in his arms and took her to the chair.

“Lean over it and brace your hands on the arms. I’m going to play back here and I want you in the position to take me.” She looked dazed and he showed her what he wanted from her. “You’ve no idea what it does to me to see you like this.”

He opened her legs wider and saw her pussy. Rubbing the head of his cock, coating it with her wetness, he slid slowly into her. His movements were slow and easy, just enough to keep them both on edge.

“Austin, please. Fuck me before I have to kill you.” He smacked her ass, and when she started to rise up, he held her in place with his hand. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me go.”

“No. You’re going to stay right here.” He brought his hand down on her ass again, then again. “You should see what I’m doing to your ass. It’s pink with my hand print.”

“I can feel it and it’s not turning me on right now. Stop that or else.” When he smacked her again, he heard her moan. “Austin, please.”

“You like it, I can tell. Your sheath tightens around me every time I burn your ass.” He reached around her and ran his fingers into her pussy. “You’re so wet, baby. I’m going to fuck you and make you come, then I’m going to work your ass for my cock.”

He rubbed her juices around her ass, then parted her cheeks and rubbed his thumb over the tiny puckered rosette. Over and over he rubbed his thumb over her until she started to back up into it. When he broke through the tight muscles, she tightened around his cock. 

With his thumb deep in her ass, he grabbed her hip with his free hand and started to fuck her hard. His thumb moved in and out to the rhythm he was pounding into her until he felt her following him every time he pulled out of her pussy. When she came, she nearly strangled his cock and brought him with her.

He couldn’t move. He wasn’t in a hurry to do so, but he did kiss her back as he leaned over her. She tasted of sex and sweat, a sweet combination that made him want more of her. Standing, he pulled free of her body, picked her up in his arms, and took her to the bed.

As soon as he lay down beside her, she rolled over him and tucked her head beneath his chin. Reaching down with the last of his strength, he pulled the blankets over them and closed his eyes. His last thoughts before sleep claimed him were that she was his for good now.

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Austin moved against the heat. His cock felt warm, hard, and enveloped in hot wetness. When he opened his eyes he looked down, and saw the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. CJ had her body wedged against his and her mouth around his cock.

His fingers were already tangled in her hair and he was riding her mouth when he came fully awake. When she cupped his balls and tugged gently at them, he nearly came up off the bed.

“Baby, please. If you keep that up, I’m going to come down your throat. And as much as I’d like to do that, you mentioned riding me.” She let him go with a small pop. “Come here. Sit on my face. I want to taste what sucking me did to you.”

She scrambled up his body and moved her thighs on either side of his face. Heaven was all he could think, and paradise was just a lick away. Wrapping his hands around her legs, he pulled her down and took her. 

“Austin,” she screamed, and his mouth was flooded with her release. “I need you. Please,” she begged as she rode his mouth. “Please, I need your cock inside of me.”

Lifting her up, he moved her down his chest and over his groin. She was leaning down to take his nipple into her mouth when he sat her down over his straining cock. Sitting her up, he growled at her to ride.

It didn’t take either of them long to come. She set up a brutal pace and he leaned up and took her pert nipple in his mouth. When she cupped her breasts and fed him, he pulled her harder over him and surged up into her with every downward stroke.

“Come. Come now,” he commanded, and she came apart. Rolling her to her back, he rocked into her heat once, twice, then a third time and roared out his own release. Throwing back his head, he howled, something he’d not done since he’d been a teenager in the throes of climax his first time.

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Chapter Twenty
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Wayne looked at the marquee for twenty-five minutes, waiting for it to come back around to the name he never dreamed of seeing there. When it came back on, “Congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Austin and CJ Force,” he nearly jumped up and down. Instead, he looked over at Arthur. 

They had flown into Vegas just over an hour ago. They were going to meet a new buyer for the merchandise in the truck that was coming across the States in three days. The stuff CJ was carrying was going directly to Arthur’s stores to be sold to all those fools who wanted to have a Merry Christmas.
Suckers
, was all that Wayne could think. 

“She’s here.” At Arthur’s confused look, he explained. “CJ Webber, now Force, is here in Vegas. Which means our merchandise is. Seems her and her rider just got married.”

Arthur smiled. “Well isn’t that just great? Maybe we should make our acquaintance with our driver. Where is she staying?” 

Wayne told him which marquee he’d read it on and they had the driver of the limo turn around and head back toward the hotel. They were checked in less than twenty minutes later.

There were a number of wedding suites in the hotel. Most of them were occupied, Wayne found out when he told the clerk at the desk that his daughter was at the church getting married right now. Mary, the very helpful clerk, told him that three couples were checking out that day and that by noon their rooms would be ready. He booked one of the rooms and asked to see it. He was just getting off the elevator when he saw CJ come out of the room and push a tray out into the hall. Room twelve-seventeen, his new favorite number. With a quick look around a room that wouldn’t be used, he got back into the elevator and went down three floors to his own room.

He wanted her. He could smell the wolf all over her, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to crawl between her legs and sate his lust. He freed his swollen cock and stroked it while he thought of all the things he was going to do to the bitch. Before he could come, there was a knock at his door. Snarling out a string of curse words, he yanked the door open without even putting his cock back into his pants.

“Are you alone or just playing with yourself? Come on,” Arthur said with disgust in his voice. “I’m wanting dinner and I don’t want to eat alone. And wash your fucking hands. Masturbating is a sin, you know.”

Wayne would have laughed, but he thought if he did he might have to shoot the man. He was reasonably sure that murder and stealing were sins as well, but Arthur seemed to have no problem with those two. Wayne slammed the door and walked over to the bar as he did up his pants. His hard-on was gone anyway now that he’d had to deal with his boss.

“We just going to walk up to her and tell her who we are, or do you have a plan?” Wayne poured himself three fingers of bourbon and a glass of sherry for the man behind him. “I’m sure the man with her is a wolf, but not much in the food chain, I think. If he were, he’d not let his bitch drive across country like she did.”

“Hmm, I believe you might be right. I could smell him on the truck that night, but not much more than he was a wolf. They were having a conversation, and since the steel of the truck prevented me from actually hearing, I didn’t know what was going on.”

Wayne had been pissed when he found out that Arthur knew where the girl and the merchandise was. Apparently, he’d stuck a tracer on the trailer before it left the lot at the warehouse in Ohio. He told Wayne that he’d be stupid not to know where the truck was when he wanted to steal it. He’d followed her…or had until sometime late yesterday when the signal stopped. Arthur had found the fragments of it in Arizona, where it had probably fallen off the truck.

“As for a plan,” Arthur continued. “Yes, I have one. I think we should simply take the merchandise from her and then her. I don’t know who you were thinking about just now, but I’ve seen the girl, and I for one would like a good taste of her before we have to get rid of her.”

Wayne felt his wolf roll with anger. He wanted her for himself. He turned to look at Arthur and could see that his beast, a weretiger, was just on the surface as well. Now they had a problem. If either of them shifted, one of them was going to die. And Wayne had no intentions of it being him. 

Arthur reached for the glass and Wayne could see the fur on his hand. He was closer than he thought. Letting his own wolf pour through just a little, he could feel his beast snarl for blood. Holding him back gently, telling him that he’d have his taste, he looked at Arthur.

“She’s mine.” Arthur stood as Wayne spoke. “You touch her and I’ll rip you apart.”

The shift of man to tiger was amazing. One second two men were talking and the next, a vicious, large, orange and black tiger was snarling at him. Wayne let his beast go and felt the power that came with him.

He felt the tears to his flesh, the pain of it. But he also felt more, the taste of blood, hot and full of hate. He tasted his adversary’s pain and the wonderful staggering power of it. Wayne knew how to fight; he knew how to tear into muscle and bone. He loved the feeling of breaking ribs, getting to the heart, the blood pounding heart, of one he planned to kill. 

Wayne swiped his claws over the tiger’s throat, deep and visceral, and felt the splash of blood as it shot from the jugular. His roar of triumph was loud even as the tiger tried to fend him off. But he could taste the victory, could taste the man’s dying even as the tiger did. When he shifted back from wolf, Wayne got the pleasure of seeing Arthur take his last breath as a man, his last light fading from his eyes as he knew he was dying.

“She’s mine.” Wayne kicked Arthur in the ribs for good measure. Then he looked at the carnage of the room.

Very little of it remained whole. The couch and chair that were in the once lovely suite now lay in tatters, the stuffing and fine leather now in bits all over the room and covered in blood. The table that had two chairs around it now was nothing more than splintered wood. Liquor from the bar and the broken glass lay strewn about the floor like a Jackson Pollack painting gone mad. The blood from the naked man on the floor stained the pale carpet and filled the room with the scent of bloodlust. Drapes at the closed curtains hung in long strips of material, letting in the hot morning sunlight and heat. Wayne smiled, thinking he wished he could see the face of the cleaning staff when they came to clear this mess.

Going to one of the bedrooms, he grabbed the comforter off the bed and brought it back to the dead man. With as much flourish as he could muster for the bastard, Wayne covered him, then walked to his own bedroom to shower. He stopped in mid-step, went to the door, put out the “do not disturb” sign, and went to wash away the blood and sweat.

Feeling refreshed and energized, Wayne made his way to the elevator and to the lobby. He decided that he’d get the girl, take her to the truck, and fuck her. She’d probably enjoy that after a night with a lesser wolf. He wished fleetingly that he’d made an effort to see what the other wolf looked like, but let the thought go. Wayne knew that as an alpha, he’d be far superior to the lesser wolf, and sat down in the lobby to wait. He saw her striding toward the gift shop not five minutes later.

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CJ made her way to the gift shop. She’d had a call from the desk telling her that the wedding pictures they’d taken yesterday were finished and ready to be picked up. Austin wanted her to wait, but she left the room anyway. She was just going into the large shop when someone came up behind her. Before she could react, she heard a voice she’d thought was still in Ohio.

“You’ll come with me and I won’t kill you. I mean to have what belongs to me, and you are going to be a part of it.” He licked her neck and she cringed. “You do that now, but later when you’re beneath me you’ll be singing a different tune, I’ll wager.”

“Doubtful. I just got married. I don’t suppose I can convince you to let me go, can I? I would hate to have my husband rip your head from your shoulders.” She shrugged before continuing. “Not that I really care, but you might.”

That earned her a quick cuff to the head. She could see a few stars from it, but it didn’t really hurt overly much. She grinned when she realized this guy thought she was afraid of him.

“Come on. We’re going to my car…I don’t have a car. Fuck, we came here in a limo. Now what?”

“Maybe you should have planned better, moron. Let me go and I won’t hurt you. You have got to be the dumbest kidnapper I’ve ever heard of.” She knew he couldn’t do overly much to her in the crowded lobby, but she thought she might have gone just a tad too far when he punched her head against the wall. “Fucker, that hurt. You are so going to pay for that.”

She saw Austin get off the elevator. As he came toward her, she shook her head. He had to see the blood on her head, but she didn’t want him to get hurt. As he got closer, she could see that he wasn’t just upset, but royally pissed off. When he saw who was holding her, he stopped.

“Let her go and nobody gets hurt.” Austin’s voice was deceptively calm, she knew this. But she wanted him to leave so he wouldn’t get hurt.

“I already tried that,” she told him. “He seems to think he and I are going to make love or some shit and that I’ll enjoy it. He doesn’t seem to think you were up to par. I don’t understand where he’d get information like that. Is there a werewolf web site that grades you guys on performance?”

“No, but if you want, you and I can set one up. What would you rate me on a scale of—?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Solomon snarled. “Shut the fuck up and listen to me. I’m taking her and her mate won’t know…who are you anyway? Her mate’s alpha?”

“No, dipshit, he is my mate. And an alpha. Oh look, his…I always forget what he’s called. Must be because this turd,”—she jerked her head to Solomon—“keeps bobbing my head against the wall. Forgetfulness.”

Austin turned his head and looked before turning back to her. “Enforcer, love. He’s my enforcer. I’ll make you a chart to learn all the different branches.”

The banter was making her giggle. But she also noticed that Austin was making his way closer to them. She hoped that they were distracting Solomon enough that he didn’t notice. But when Dallas stood next to his brother, he wasn’t so easy to play with.

“Howdy, Dallas,” Austin said in an exaggerated drawl. “This man seems to think my mate should pick him over me. We were also just discussing putting up a web page to rate wolf lovers. What do you think?”

Dallas looked so confused that CJ burst out laughing, but stopped when she felt the gun poke her hard in the back. They had now drawn quite a crowd. Austin nodded to her left and she didn’t have to look to know that more reinforcements had arrived.

“I want you all to back off. I’m leaving here with her and none of you are going to stop me. I’ll kill her if you do. I want my merchandise and I want the girl.” They took two steps back as Solomon spoke, spittle spraying from his mouth. “I want you to back off before I have to…I have to tell on you.”

“Tell on him? Are you serious—?” Her head suddenly throbbed with pain. He’d hit her again with the gun. “If you fucking hit me again, I’m going to make you sorry.”

“You’re going to make me sorry? Oh, and how do you plan to do that?” Solomon said as he waved the gun around the crowd of people. “You think I won’t shoot these people and blame it all on you?”

One had to love Vegas people. They were watching this man waving a gun around them, a bloodied person in his arms, and not one of them came to help her. She supposed they were playing it safe, but what the hell? Then she noticed a camera or two. Okay, maybe they thought this was a movie or something.

CJ had had enough. “Like this, asshole.”

She brought her foot down hard on his instep. His howl of pain had him tightening his grip on her arm. CJ felt the flesh of her forearm sort of tear. She tossed her head back, hoping to break his nose, but it at the very least made him let her go. The gun going off made her flinch, but before she could recover, she was suddenly on the ground and free. As she tried to turn over, she watched Austin tear into Solomon.

CJ watched in fascinated horror as Austin did a partial shift. His hands became clawed weapons and his jaw morphed into a scary version of the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood. All she needed was a cape and a basket and the scene would be complete. 

She felt hands on her, but she couldn’t hear anything. She looked up into the face of Dallas and while she was sure he was speaking, she couldn’t for the life of her figure it out…something about blood and ambulance. CJ looked over at Austin just as she was pressed back onto the floor…or she fell.

Her body began to burn. Well, burn would have been nice, she thought. Right now it felt as if someone had put a torch in her belly and she was going to burn from the inside out. She looked down to see if someone would put her out, and that’s when she saw the blood.

“Oh God, I’m bleeding. What happened? Did I fall?” CJ lifted her hand from the bloody mess on her shirt and held it to Dallas. “Did someone hurt me?”

Other than the burning, there wasn’t any pain. But that soon changed and she heard someone screaming. She wanted them to stop, but she was suddenly very lightheaded. And then she was very cold.

People were beginning to fade in and out. First there was Dallas, then Phil. She saw her mother and then her grandma, but they sort of became Nancy, then Holly. Finally, she closed her eyes, only to jerk them back open when someone said her name.