The Cowboy Who Strolled Into Town (8 page)

Chapter 7

As Fiona woke up she felt her body a little sore but as she thought about all the ways Alexio had ravished her all night, she was so not complaining. He had totally rocked out her world and also managed to ruin her again from ever having sex with any other guy.

Just as she was about to place her hand on him to cuddle, she then felt an empty bed causing her to quickly wake up in her nakedness and wander where Alexio had gone to.

Tears almost fell from her eyes at the thought that maybe this was just a one night stand for him. Maybe he had left not wanting to be the one to tell her.

She then pulled out of the bed and found a robe by the door which she quickly wore as she could not find her clothes. They were no longer on the floor where she last saw them.

She then got out going to look for the butler but got stopped in her tracks by the sight of Alexio carrying a tray filled with food and heading for the master bedroom she was just coming out off.

‘’So where are you heading off to my dark beauty? Trying to escape me so soon?’’ Alexio then said to her with his eyes staring at her hungrily.

Butterflies flattered in Fiona's stomach at still being called a dark beauty by Alexio making her think of the well-known fairytale, beauty and the beast.

As for Alexio playing the role of the beast, in total amusement, Fiona could totally see it as he had just ravished her all night hadn't he?

He then led her back to the bedroom where she started eating the delicious delicacy he had brought for her.

She then found herself eating more than usual to replace all the energy she had lost all night.

"Thanks for the food." Fiona then said to Alexio with her cheeks almost red in embarrassment that he had seen her eat that much.

"My pleasure and I sure do like a woman with such an appetite, after all I did tire you out." Alexio then said to her with pleasure twinkling in his dark grey eyes.

"So um Alexio have you seen my clothes?" Fiona then asked as she remembered she was still only wearing a red robe.

"Say it again." he then said to her looking as if he eyes were flaring up.

"Um have you seen my clothes?" Fiona then said again wandering why the heck he wanted her to say that twice.

"No my little dark beauty, I wanted to hear you say my name from those sensual lips of yours. " he then said moving closer to her.

"Alexio." Fiona then said to him and was glad to see his eyes flaring up more.

"And about my clothes?" Fiona then quickly rushed to change the subject as she knew where this might lead to if those eyes kept flaring up with desire. And she was still very sore.

"I gave them to one of the maids to wash up so that means I have you all to myself and you can’t go anywhere for the whole day until they come back." Alexio the replied with a playful naughty look in his eyes.

Fiona then playfully scowled at him while thinking of what she was going to wear for the whole day instead of this little red robe.

She then spotted some white clean shirts and boxers of his, deciding she would have to wear that and not even dare go out of the mansion dressed like that. Luckily it was weekend and she has nothing planned.

"I also have something for you." Alexio then said now looking serious and looking as if he had something behind his back.

He then knelt in front of her, surprising her. Her heart was now rapidly beating hoping he was not planning to propose to her that quickly as she was so not ready for that! Heck they had only just met yesterday even if she now truly liked him.

Before she could speak to stop him from proposing he then revealed this beautiful sparkling red rose.

"Will you my dark beauty, Fiona Tiran Blackstone, accept to be mine and only mine?" Alexio the said to her in his deep sexy voice filled with seriousness.

Fiona first stared at him wondering what he meant by her being his and only his.

"Yes Alexio, I accept!" Fiona then said to him in full joy upon realizing that he was asking for them to become reclusive for her to become his girlfriend.

She then hugged him and kissed him passionately on the Lips as she was now the girlfriend of Alexio Ashwood, her boss and the billionaire CEO owner of Ashwood Enterprise.

But unknown by her, her lover still had this huge humongous secret he had not told her…of being a lion shifter.

The End.

Desired by the

Alpha Tiger

Paranormal Shifter Romance

By: Riley Moreno

Chapter One

Homeless Lucy

You’d think working with animals would be pretty cool, right? You’d be wrong. I’ve been working with animals nearly all my life and let me tell you they can be just as much of a jackass as that next door neighbor of yours who starts blasting loud music on the dot of midnight when you’ve just found that comfy spot in bed.

I’m Lucy by the way. Lucy Priestly. I work as a receptionist at the Waterville vet clinic and the most exciting part of my day is deciding what to have for lunch and that just isn’t enough motivation for me to get out of bed.

The alarm is blaring again and I feel my toes nudging the rest of my foot out of bed, inch by inch no matter how strongly I command it to stay put because we’re staying in bed today, damn it!

Foot on the floor.

Betrayed by my own body.

I’m shorter than the average person which means I meet people crotch first. It can be disconcerting meeting people when they have their junk sticking in your face. As it is I have to stand on a stool to be able to look in my bathroom mirror.

I’m not very pretty. The most striking thing about me is my bright blue hair; but that’s an artificial contrivance; it’s the only thing I’m vain about. The rest is average Joe. I have light brown eyes with just a smidge of green but it’s barely visible behind my glasses.  My sharp chin gets a tiny dimple when I smile. My pug nose is my worst feature and it doesn’t help that it’s scattered with freckles.

I’m brushing my teeth when someone tries to breakdown my door.

It’s jackass from next door.

“You need to get out,” he says. He’s tall, lanky and his face is obscured by a beard. I’ve never seen him up so early in my life. He probably never went to bed. “New tenant coming in.”

Did I mention he’s also my landlord?

“I paid this months’ rent,” I protest.

“Yeah,” he says as if he’s just remembered, pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and hands it to me. “There. Now, you have a week to find someplace new.”

“Are you throwing me out?” I’m really mad now. This doesn’t seem to be some crazy, weed fueled high; he’s serious. “This is ridiculous!”

“I have a new tenant coming in,” he repeats.

“I got that but you can’t give them my place, I paid rent on it,” I say thrusting the money back at him. “You can’t just kick me out. We had an agreement.”

“Dude she’s my cousin,” he whines, “And my dad says she’s supposed to live here now. Do me a solid, come on.”

“Do you a solid?” I screech. “Why should I do you a solid? You’re evicting me, you asshole!”

“Hey don’t get screechy now,” he says backing away a few steps. He’s holding his hands up as if I were dangerous. The guys over six feet. I’m a Chihuahua compared to him. “It’s not my fault. My dad’s making me do it.”

“Fuck you, and your dad,” I shout and slam the door in his face.

“Does this mean you’ll leave?” his voice is muffled through the door. “Or do I have to call the cops.”

Great! Regular bad day just turned in to super bad day. Now I have to find listings for apartments in this scenic hell hole. I’m too angry to make myself breakfast. Plus I’m sure I’ll try to burn the place down, the state that I’m in. I head to work, ignoring the sorry note taped to the front door. Landlord boy can shove that up his ass for all I care.

I didn’t always live in Waterville; I’m a Detroit girl who got quite sick of the concrete and wanted a better life. I didn’t think it would be this boring though. My parents are happy I made it out. They Skype chat with me every Friday night.

Yup, every Friday night.

We sometimes have Skype dinner dates!

For the hundredth time I wonder what on earth am I doing here. I could have up and left a long time ago but I’m lazy and I love the lobster roll at Curley’s. I first came to Waterville chasing a boy. He was handsome, your classic American handsome, blonde hair, blue eyes, the works. After three months of dating he dumped me to join the troops and flew off to Iraq.

I later found out that he was gay.

I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad about that. We never hooked up in the three months we dated and I get now that it was because he was gay but was he repulsed because he was gay or because I was simply repulsive.

Blackpaw’s car is already parked outside. I like her. For a big woman she is light on her feet and that hair! Caramel woven in a strawberry blonde sundae. I know it sounds creepy bordering on lesbian but that woman has fly hair.

“You’re late,” Sonya Blackpaw is feeding pureed peaches to her eight month son. He’s got disconcerting green eyes. They’re the color of a jungle cats. “Better not let the boss find out.”

“I just got eviction notice by my landlord,” I tried not to whine but I whined a little. “So Brennen could cut some slack, you think?”

“He’s too much of an asshole to do that,” Sonya says, wiping peaches off of her son’s chin. I always forget his name: Toby, Tobias? “Isn’t he Forrest?”

Forrest, right.

“Why did you get evicted?” Sonya asks. She crinkles her nose every time she asks a question. “Did you need help with rent? You should have asked me! Maybe we can pay now and get you your house back.”

“I paid rent,” I’m offended by how irresponsible she thinks I am. “The landlord wants to give the apartment to some cousin of his so he’s throwing me out with only a weeks’ notice.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” she asked.

“Would it matter in the short term?”

“You could get a stay order and keep the house while you look for another place,” she piled too much peach sludge on the spoon because she was concentrating on my problem. “It will allow you about a month to look since you’ve already paid this months’ rent.”

“I’m not overly attached to that place to fight so hard for it,” Forrest’s mouth is a peach stain. “Aren’t there any listings where you live?”

“Shifter Grove?” she looks alarmed. “I don’t think you’d like the neighborhood. It’s all woods and cabins; the animals will keep you up at night.”

“I love animals,” I lie. “Please, you’ve got to help me find a place.”

“I’ll talk to Diesel,” she is the picture of reluctance and it’s pissing me off a little. “I think he’d know more than I do.”

“Thank you!” I say with more enthusiasm than I feel. This was going to be a bad week; I could feel it in my tiny, awkward bones.

The clients start to pile in and Sonya takes her son to her office while I filter pets and their owners on to the vet offices one by one. There is a mangy cat smell in the air today. A dog with a banged up leg whimpers in one corner. I send him in to Brenner’s office as soon as he’s free.

I pick on my nails absentmindedly till Brenner calls me in to assist. I don’t have a degree to practice but I’m pretty handy in times of emergency. I’ve been stitching cuts and wounds since I was five; a valuable skill taught by my mom. She was an animal lover and we’d rescue birds and hungry mutts on our walks.

The bogs leg is a chewed mess. It looks like it got in to a fight with a bear. Brenner’s got his amputation face on but I think he’s being forced to save the leg. He loves chopping limbs off the sadistic bastard!

“He got out of his pen yesterday,” the owner was blabbering. “We’re very careful but he got out and zipped through the woods towards Shifter Grove; and you know what kinds of animals are abundant there.”

That didn’t sound too promising for my rental prospects and I guess Sonya was being truthful. Yet why would she insist on staying there with her baby if it were such a dangerous place?

I help staunch bleedings and hold the wounds open for him to get to the torn up muscles. Then when he’s done I stitch up the wound and dress it. Brenner pumps it full of morphine and we’re done.

I clean up in the staff bathroom; it smells antiseptic which is oddly comforting. When I come back out there are five patients with disheveled pets in the waiting room and Sonya Blackpaw is talking to her very handsome, very butch husband. Diesel Wake looks like those men you see on the posters of action movies.

“There she is,” Sonya says when I slide behind my desk.

“Hi,” I say raising a limp hand.

“Hey,” Diesel says jovially. He has the baby strapped to his chest in a carrier; instead of looking ridiculous he looks more dangerous with his cub. Now why would I think of that word? “Sonya tells me you’re looking for a place to stay.”

“Yup,” I nod. I become monosyllabic in the presence of handsome men. It’s one of my moronic personality traits.

“Well we have an abandoned cabin up in Shifter Grove about two miles from our place,” he said. “It’s abandoned and last I checked the owners all died or moved away so you shouldn’t have a problem. It was rented out a few years ago and the rent went to a PO Box so there is someone somewhere renting the property.”

“Do you think they’d be okay with a new tenant?” Sonya asked.

“I don’t know,” Diesel scratched his head. “But by the time a problem arises Lucy could find a new place. At least this gives her a wider window to look for listings in Waterville.”

Or someplace else. Maybe this is a sign from God that I’m done with Waterville and small towns.

“What do you say Lucy?” Sonya asked. “We’ll only be two miles down the road if you need us.”

“Yes,” I said. “Thank you.”

Three words. That’s progress. I think.

Chapter Two

Dirty Dave

The Waterville hotel is known for its family values and strict code of conduct. The Presidential Suite is currently hosting an orgy. Naked girls are everywhere, some are lounging about, backs arched so their meager tits look bigger, some are sucking cock or riding it.

It would be beautiful to watch if the men weren’t such ugly sons of bitches. Old, liver spotted hands cup young flesh; sagging balls slap against taut silky thighs. Two young men stand at the door watching the proceedings. One is significantly taller than the other. The short one has a twitchy moustache, black and scraggly. He has skin the color of weak tea.

The other is tall, well built and has a shaggy main of red hair. His green eyes drip contempt at what he is viewing. His generous mouth is slopped down in disapproval. He has thin scars running across his face from his left eyebrow to his right cheek as if a cat’s claw had swiped at it. It is a handsome face that could turn in to terrible horror when angered.

“Be nice,” Miguel says. He’s already got a hard on but he’s trying hard to keep it professional.

“Ah, they’re here,” a crusty old man with sagging balls calls them over. The girl pumping his junk doesn’t miss a beat. “So what do you have for us?”

“Dave lives in the area,” Miguel said taking a seat opposite the man. He’s a bit hypnotized by the woman’s bobbing head.

David looks pissed and he is pissed at the power positions in this meeting. These old white dudes know everything about him but he’s not even supposed to know their names.

“And?” the man asks. He must be in his eighties. The rest of his party aren’t that much younger either. All over the age of sixty they were getting serviced like kings. It payed to be that rich.

“The festival’s two days from now,” David says pushing his fists in his jacket pocket. He remains standing. “The Blood Moon marks the coming of age of most Shifters and the entire community takes part in it.”

“How many are we talking?” a short man with the smallest dick David’s ever seen asks. He has two girls wrapped around him.

“About 250 Shifters,” David say. “Their human family members don’t participate. They number around 300.”

“So the woods will be awash with Shifters two days from now,” the first man said. “Is there an area where we can recuperate; make base camp.”

“There’s an abandoned cabin a mile or two into the woods,” David’s throat is suddenly dry. “I can have that prepared for you.”

“Excellent!” the first man seems satisfied. “The bag,” he indicates to Small Cock.

Small Cock pulls a black plastic bag out from under his seat. He hands it to Miguel who takes it after wrenching his eyes from the girl sucking up Old Chief’s pipe. Miguel doesn’t check the money.

“Please,” Old Chief says. “Help yourselves. There are many to go around.”

Miguel looks like a kid with a five dollar bill in the candy store.

David snarls at the girl that puts her hand on his arm, her breasts huge enough to suffocate a man in his sleep. Miguel snatches at her hand and pulls her on to his lap. David watches as Miguel begins to suck on her breasts. The woman looks bored. Miguel rubs her clit and she moans but it’s obviously an act.

It is miserable.

A redhead crawled over on all fours, her head snaking up Old Chiefs lap, joining the brunette who was lapping at his sorry excuse of a cock like she was starving. The red hair gleamed in the sunlight from the French windows behind the sofa. It burned, fire and boiling gold.

David watched her lithe body glide up till she was flush against the Old Chief, her dark pink nipples hard and huge.
Breastfed baby at home
, David thought;
wonder if it’s a boy
.