Possessed By The Wolf (Werewolf's Harem Book 3) (3 page)

Smith completely ignored Walker’s bid, turning to the monks.

“One hundred, even?” Smith asked.
 

Walker stood, rage flowing in his veins. The bastard was going to get every penny he wanted, and try to take Walker to boot. Greedy piece of shit.

A nod from one of the monks, and Smith howled with glee.

“Sold!” he cried, applauding wildly. “Sold to the Legion!”

The Legion…

Walker didn’t have time to think about Smith’s announcement. All the bidders stood, and the guards all edged closer to form a loose net around Walker’s spot. He saw silver in the hands of at least two guards. Tranquilizer guns, probably.
 

Ella’s head snapped up, and she noticed the guards moving toward Walker.
 

“No!” she screeched, struggling to stand. One of the guards pushed her back down, motioning to the monks to come claim their prize.

“Look out!” she cried, her voice muffled when one of the guards pushed her head down as he unchained her.

Walker was less concerned about the guards and their tranqs than about his ability to simultaneously fight the guards and keep the monks from disappearing with Ella. He also knew that some of the guards carried real guns, and he needed Ella out of the line of fire before he could act.
 

Walker shifted, snarling, and bolted for the front doors. He took down the two guards at the doors with minimal effort, and then ramped up his speed and shot into the woods. Oblivious to the shouts, wincing at the sounds of gunfire, he ran straight for half a mile before beginning a painstakingly wide loop back around. He needed better odds than forty against one, and the best way to do that was to end the auction. He just prayed that he could sneak back up to the parking lot before the monks took off with Ella.

When he reached the warehouse again, he shifted and grabbed two of his stashed weapons bags. He edged right up to the front of the warehouse, hidden only by a tight cluster of trees at the parking lot’s edge.

“-took one look at your sorry ass, and ran for the hills. Even that dumb wolf knew when he was beat,” one of the guards was drawling.
 

Ella was lying down in a slim metal cage, resting in the bed of a black pickup truck. Her hands and feet were pinned at opposite ends of the cage. The shimmery dress had vanished, an oversized black t-shirt now covering her slender frame and exposing her to the guards’ thirsty gazes.

“You thought loverboy was gonna rescue you, didn’t ya? Ya dumb bitch,” another guard said. “Bitch. Hah, get it? Cause she’s actually a bitch?”

“Shut up, dumbass,” the other one snapped. Reaching a hand in the cage, he pressed his hand to Ella’s toned thigh.
 

When she snarled, the guard grinned ear to ear.

“What are you gonna do, baby? Bite me? Maybe you’d like that, huh?” he taunted.

His hand crept up her leg, and Walker’s vision went entirely red for a moment. Stifling the rage and adrenaline pulsing through his body, he chucked a flash grenade into the clearing, making sure it landed far away from Ella.
 

Closing his eyes, Walker put his fingers in his ears and closed his eyes. Half a minute later, the clearing exploded with confusion and fear. Walker slung one of the bags around his shoulders, pulling out his first automatic weapon and another grenade. He grinned, eyeing his targets.

Using the flash grenades to drive the guards where he wanted them, he mowed them down with bullets. It was easy, on a level that made him a little sick. Humans were just too damned easy to kill, really.

Once he’d taken down everyone outside and a wave of guards stupid enough to come running out the front door, Walker went to Ella. He swung the cage door open, easily grabbing and breaking the chains that held her. His adrenaline was pumping so hard, he probably could have shredded the walls of the warehouse without batting an eyelash.

“Stay,” he cautioned Ella, pressing his hand down in a simple gesture. “I am going to take you someplace safe, I promise. I think you understand that I have to destroy this place, though.”

Walker scanned her face, anxious for her agreement. When she swallowed and nodded, he gave her a nod of thanks. Turning, he grabbed his second bag and produced a grenade launcher.

“Fucking A, Ben!” Walker cheered, loading the launcher. Moving away from Ella, Walker fired round after round into the building. Smoke rose, and after a minute five figures staggered from the warehouse. The three monks, Smith, and Clipboard.

Walker shot Ella a glance as he went for the humans.

“Don’t look,” he warned, unused to the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. For some reason, he really didn’t want Ella seeing him kill these men. No matter that they’d hurt her, no matter that they deserved much worse than he could give them right now.

Torn, he simply caught them one by one and snapped their necks, letting them remain where they fell. It was the work of mere minutes to kill them all.
 

The warehouse’s roof collapsed as Walker dropped the last body, and he sighed. Normally he’d go inside first, and then comb the woods for survivors. No one walked away from something like this, not if he could help it.

He’d already let the buyers go, though. Yes, he’d memorized their faces and planned to track them down at a later date, but still… Walker liked certainty, and here he was with a bucket full of question marks.

He glanced at Ella, saw how she hugged herself and shivered, and somehow he just walked away from the men, the warehouse, all of it. He walked right up to her, scooped her up, and brought her to the passenger side of his now-tattered rental car. One of the back tires was gone, and the whole sedan was riddled with bullet holes and shattered glass. Clearing the seat of debris, Walker tucked her inside before closing the door. Coming around, he slid behind the wheel and turned the keys. Mercifully, the car started right away.

“You okay?” he asked, looking over at Ella as he pulled out of the parking lot.
 

She shook her head slowly, lower lip trembling, but otherwise didn’t respond. No tears, no wailing. Ella was not your average female, obviously. She was made of tougher stuff, and it gave Walker a strange feeling. Pride?

No time to examine emotions, Walker floored the sedan. They reached the chopper in ten minutes, abandoning the car without a backward glance.

Walker thumped the pilot’s window, and the pilot gave him a thumbs up. If the man was curious about the faraway explosions, he didn’t say anything.

Jumping up into the passenger bay, Walker reached down for Ella. She stood below, wincing when the pilot started the engine.
 

Big green eyes gazed up at the chopper’s blades, fearful. Her eyes darted to the pilot, then to Walker, and then back up to the blades.
 

Walker cursed. Of all the times for brave little Ella to find fear, now was not ideal.

“Ella,” he shouted, crouching down to her. Taking her hands, he met her gaze.

“You’re afraid of the helicopter?” he asked.

She gave him a strange look, then shrugged a thin shoulder.

“I’m going to make you a promise,” Walker said, squeezing her hands. “You will be more safe in this helicopter than you have been since you were kidnapped. You know that, because you’re smart. I can tell.”

Those bright emerald eyes pierced him, fixed him in place. She was curious about him, at least.

“If you are scared, you can sit with me. I won’t try anything. I won’t do anything more than hold you. That’s my promise,” he said, tugging at her hands.

Ella gazed at him, searching his face for long moments. Finally, she softened.

“Alright,” she mouthed.
 

“Step up,” Walker coached, lifting her up into the passenger bay before sliding the door closed behind them. Inside, it was much quieter.
 

Walker saw Ella’s gaze drift back to the pilot. He reached out and grasped a plastic handle, sliding it across the space between the cockpit and the passenger bay. Closing the partition, in a sense.

“He’s only worried about flying, okay?” Walker asked. He wanted to reassure her. He wanted to calm her, hold her if she’d let him.

He wanted to know why he gave a flying fuck, as well.

Sitting down, he drew Ella to the padded passenger bench. They both fastened their seat belts, sighing.

The chopper lifted off with a jolt, and Ella’s tiny hand flew into Walker’s big one.

Walker tried not to grin as they rose, sinking back into the seat.

Just like that, Ella was free.

Two

Ella looked around the helicopter’s tight quarters, biting her lip. This cramped space was really, majorly bad news. She sucked in a deep breath, but all she managed to do was drag her hero’s thick, masculine scent more fully into her lungs.
 

She looked over at him, taking his measure fully now that they weren’t in a life-or-death situation. He noticed her appraising look, frowning and clearing his throat.

“I’m Walker Black,” he grunted. His voice was so low and gravelly that Ella squirmed in her seat.
 

Ella blinked, taking in his words. She was all tongue-tied over his bravery and his looks, but she hadn’t even thought to introduce herself. As if sitting here mostly naked, inches from a stranger, wasn’t embarrassing enough!

“Ella Reid,” she answered, dipping her head to hide her blush.
 

He didn’t offer a handshake, and though normally she would have thought it rude, just now she appreciated it. She really, really, really needed not to touch him right now. Scooting down the bench, Ella edged away from her savior. Luckily, he didn’t seem to take offense.

“Walker,” she repeated, rolling his name off her tongue.
 

“Yep. Just your average guy,” he said. His awkward humor was unexpected, and a bit sweet.

“Walker, I don’t know how to thank you,” Ella said. She stared at him, unbelieving.
 

She’d been kidnapped off the street near her house. She’d been tied up, doped up, and put on display for undeniably ill-intentioned buyers. Just when she’d been certain of a dire fate, this incredible male had shown up and eliminated every single human with a hand in her abuse.

“Do you, uh, need to talk or something?” Walker asked, rubbing a hand over the back of his head. The movement made his biceps flex ridiculously, drawing Ella’s gaze to his impossibly black tattoos. This tall, dark, and handsome soldier was just her type. Of all the luck…
 

Shaking her head, she frowned. Who else but Ella would be captured by shifter slavers? Who else would be rescued, practically nude, by a perfectly buff and gruff hottie? Who else would start literally going into heat while all that was going on?

No one, that’s who,
she growled to herself.
You have the worst luck, girl. Why even pretend that you’re not about to make your hero extremely uncomfortable?

“Ella?” he prompted, his hand reaching out to touch her knee. She jumped, brushing away the burning brand of his touch.

“I’m fine!” she squawked. She tried to move further away from him, but the bench seat wasn’t very long. Her retreat only put her a whopping five inches from Walker’s warm skin and intoxicating scent.

“Oh…” he started, then trailed off. Concern lit his features, his brow drawing down over his gorgeous chocolate-colored eyes.

“I should have realized that you probably don’t want to be touched. Did they… hurt you?” he asked.
 

“What?” Ella asked. “Oh. No, it’s really not like that.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Walker said. He was doing such a poor job of masking the anger in his expression, where before at the warehouse he’d been a blank slate. Ella found the contrast curious.

“Honestly, it’s nothing like that. I’m just, uh. Uncomfortable, you know?” she said, wrinkling her nose.

“Like airsick? Do you need a bag or something?” he asked, puzzled. He leaned closer, looking her over from head to toe.

“No! No. I’m fine,” she said, waving a hand. She sighed inwardly, willing herself to resist him. Her wolf paced like a caged animal, unsettled. Her wolf scented Walker’s wolf, and she wanted more. Touch, taste, fuck…

Ella groaned aloud, feeling her need increase with each passing moment. Desire filled every inch of her body, pressing outward from her very skin until she thought she might explode.

“Ella,” he said, reaching out and snagging her hand in his own. The simple touch gave her goosebumps, and a cold lick of pleasure stole down her spine. His touch broke her will completely.

Mindless, Ella launched herself at her savior. She landed halfway in his lap, hands pulling his face down to her own. She stared into his eyes for several beats before leaning in closer.

At first Walker froze, every muscle in his body tightening in alarm. Ella released a soft breath, brushing her lips against his. His hands settled on her back, uncertain. She pressed her lips fully to his, seeking more.

Just when she thought he might refuse her, he sucked in a breath and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. If she had any doubts about his interest, they were dismissed when she settled fully onto his lap. He was fully erect, and his long, thick member pressed against her outer thigh. His excitement increased her own, and she slid her arms around his neck.

He was hard all over, pure muscle against her soft curves. His skin was hot to the touch, and his dusky male scent pervaded her senses. She skimmed her fingernails up the nape of his neck, deliberately provoking him.

Walker’s alpha male came out immediately, and he gripped her waist as he deepened the kiss. Ella opened to him, her lips parting eagerly. His tongue touched hers lightly, stroking and tasting. Ella turned, reseating herself so that she straddled him on the padded bench. Walker pulled her flush to his body, groaning as he ground her against his hard length. She was completely bare other than the t-shirt she wore, and the intimate contact floored her.