Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Wren
My entire body burned with a need I hadn't felt before with anyone. I wanted him. I wanted them.
"Take me, Kingston. Make me yours." I wiggled my ass and I dug my fingers into the cool dirt.
The rumble of his growl made wet heat bloom between my legs, and I moved my knees out further, giving him better access. Was the location ideal? No. But I wasn't going to let that stop me from making him mine.
When I'd woken up to a dark shadow standing over me, I thought that was it. I was done for. I'd stupidly fallen asleep out in the open when lunatic humans were hunting me, and my brief reprieve was going to cost me my life.
I hadn't thought. I'd kicked out and tripped him before running into the woods in a last-ditch effort to survive.
Only, it hadn't been the humans. It had been Kingston.
He slammed into me and I gasped, his movement burning as he stretched me. The pain was a reminder that I wasn't just Agent WC952, but I was Wren Carter.
A woman.
A fox.
A demi-goddess.
He slid out slowly, his fingers digging into my hips before he slammed back into me. I cried out, my head dropping to my shoulder and my fingers digging at the dirt to stop me from moving forward.
"Don't stop," I moaned as he retreated slowly once again. "Please, don't stop."
"You like it like this, baby?" He thrust again. "I can feel you clench around me each time." One of his hands trailed down my spine and smoothed over my ass. "Remember what I told you would happen if you lied to me?"
"Yes!" I screamed as he thrust in and his hand cracked across my ass. My legs tried to squeeze together to relieve my throbbing clit, but his legs were in the way.
With each thrust of his hips, his hand slapped my ass, sending me closer and closer to a white-hot ecstasy. Our bodies slapped together, the joining of our bodies almost violent.
His hand gathered my hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling me up against his chest. I gasped, seeing Sullivan standing not far away, leaning against a tree with his eyes locked on us.
Kingston's breath was hot against my ear but sent a shiver through my body. "You screamed loud enough to bring him running. Look at the lust in his eyes. Look at how hard his cock is."
"Oh, God, please." I trembled as Kingston's pace slowed. "Please, don't stop."
Kingston licked my ear and then kissed down my neck. "You want him to watch me make you mine?"
"Yes."
His arm wrapped around my waist to hold me against him, and his other hand grabbed my chin, turning my face so he could kiss me.
When our lips parted ways and he began fucking me again, I looked toward Sullivan to find him stroking himself. I didn't think I'd find someone watching such a fucking turn on, but it made me even wetter.
Kingston drove me higher and higher, his hand finding my clit at the right moment to send me over the edge. My head fell back, and I cried out his name.
His hot cum spilled into me, his body shuddering as he thrust one last time deep inside of me. "Mine," he growled, his lips moving across my shoulder. He bit down, his fangs piercing my skin, sending me into oblivion.
I'd never had anyone bite me before.
My eyes shut as the last wave of my orgasm washed over me, leaving me feeling like a rag doll. I was glad Kingston's arm was wrapped around me or I would have fallen face-first into the dirt.
Sullivan grunted, and I opened my eyes enough to watch him come all over his hand. His head went back against the tree, his chest heaving.
It was only then that I wondered where Zayn was.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Kingston brought my thoughts back to him, and I turned my head to look at my shoulder. There were two quickly healing puncture marks, and I oddly didn't want them to heal. I wanted his mark on me forever.
"No. It was perfect." I sighed as he pulled out. "I like it a little rough."
His hand moved over my ass, and I sucked in a breath, the skin still tender from his punishment. He kissed my neck and then stood, holding out a hand to me. I got to my feet, my legs still trembling and my mind reeling from what had just happened.
I'd given up on the thought that he and Zayn would forgive me for lying to them. If the roles were reversed, I didn't know if I'd be so forgiving. But was I really forgiven, or was he fulfilling a primal need to put me on my knees?
Stop being so pessimistic.
"We can get cleaned up in that stream and then we need to talk as soon as Zayn gets back with his sister." He bent down and grabbed my clothes, shaking them to get the dirt and leaves off them.
I took them and held them against my chest, suddenly feeling awkward being naked in front of him and Sullivan.
Sullivan had already headed toward the stream, and I wondered what him watching meant.
As far as I knew, he still hated me, yet there he was.
On top of that, he made the choice to stay and watch, and got off doing so.
"Wait. His sister?"
"Yeah. Her name is Zola. She wasn't in her human form?" Kingston wrapped an arm around my waist as we walked back toward the stream, his thumb moved back and forth across my skin.
The gesture gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling, but in the back of my mind, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop and for him to remember I'd deceived them.
"I woke up in a basement with her in another cell and she wouldn't shift. They didn't know I was a fox, so once they were upstairs, I got through the bars, swiped the keys, and got us both out. They were chasing us after we escaped. She was in pretty bad shape."
His fingers tightened possessively on my waist. "Mateo and Chad have been dealt with, so you don't need to worry about them anymore. Where was Zola when you last saw her?"
"She was in a hunting cabin about a quarter of a mile or so from here."
"Not when we got there. Zayn went to find her." Kingston sighed as we got to the stream and let me go.
He looked exhausted, and I had the sudden urge to wrap my arms around him and give him a little pick me up. I never went around advertising my healing abilities, but he'd already seen me healing Sullivan.
As he bent down and dipped his cupped hands into the stream, I put my hand on his lower back, my arm tingling as I gave him some energy.
He bolted upright and looked over at me, and then at my hand that had dropped to my side. "What did you do?"
Shrugging, I threw my clothes on a dry piece of grass and squatted to splash water onto my thighs and lady bits.
I was sure it didn't look ladylike, but I didn't want to walk around with cum dripping out everywhere.
The cool water felt good against my skin, and I sighed, wishing I could have one day to lie in the middle of a stream and do nothing at all.
Sullivan cleared his throat and kept his eyes averted. "We should get back to the cabin and wait for Zayn. We need to decide what to do with Mateo and the other bodies."
"Bodies?" I stood, grabbed my clothes, and followed him as he started walking.
"Zayn killed two of Marcos's guys." Sullivan picked up his pace. "As soon as he caught his sister's scent at Marcos's house, he snapped. Although, I think he really started losing it when you went missing."
I moved in front of him, and he stopped, looking past me. "Don't make this weird."
"I'm not making anything weird." He looked back over his shoulder and then finally at me. "I thought someone was hurting you and... well. It happened, and I apologize for watching."
"Don't apologize." My cheeks felt like they were on fire. "I was, um..."
"It was hot as hell, and you're welcome to watch anytime." Kingston came to stand beside me and took my hand. "If Wren wants."
Now it was weird.
"I think... maybe... um. Well. Zayn should be involved in the conversation." My heart pounded in my chest, thinking about my dream from that morning happening and Kingston not being done with me. "Now's not really a good time to discuss this."
"You're right. We have bodies to dispose of." Sullivan brushed past us, his cheeks slightly pink.
Kingston chuckled and threaded our fingers together as we started walking again. "This whole day seems surreal."
I looked down at our hands. I wanted to ask him what it meant and why he wasn't yelling at me for getting us into this mess. Instead, I took a shaky breath and tried to enjoy it.
"Is Zayn okay?" If he'd killed two humans, no matter what they might have done, that didn't bode well for him. It was much more difficult to hide deaths, especially of rich men who would have people wondering where they disappeared to. "And what happened to Marcos?"
"Zayn attacked him. From what I can gather, they've had to amputate his arm, and he has extensive damage to his neck." Kingston lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. "Things are going to get ugly. I'm kind of out of my element here, honestly."
"This isn't good." My mind started playing through all the scenarios of how this could pan out.
A man in a hospital with injuries from an animal attack was a major red flag for the coalition and warranted an immediate and swift investigation.
They were tied in to all of the healthcare networks and were notified anytime certain keywords were used.
It was rare a shifter attacked a human and left them alive to tell the tale.
It was doubtful that Marcos would say anything to anyone—he was the type that would want revenge—but the doctor's notes in his records wouldn't lie.
There were so many lone wolves in the area that it would be thoroughly investigated.
Not to mention the humans would be on high alert for aggressive wild animals, which might make people trigger happy.
Everything would inevitably lead to Trevor waking up my father from his stasis again, and the last thing I wanted was for him to be involved. He might have looked young on the outside, but he was ancient and had seen and done so much in his life.
Which was exactly why I wanted to keep him away from Kingston and Zayn... and Sullivan too. He would challenge them to a duel and they would end up losing.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Kingston squeezed my hand, stopping the images of my dad slicing them in half with a ray of light or giving them a virus that turned their insides to mush.
"How to get you three out of this situation." My stomach growled, and I was grateful for my attention turning to how hungry I was. "I'm starving."
Once we were back at the cabin, we decided to find food while we waited for Zayn since he wasn't there. I'd been asleep under the tree for at least an hour and Zola could have been miles away by the time Zayn started pursuing her.
"So, how are we going to do this? I don't want to shift and have you two trying to eat me for lunch." I was more concerned about Sullivan making me fillet of fox than I was Kingston.
"I'm not going to try to eat you, at least not in that way." Kingston shifted and shook out his gray hair like a dog that had been sleeping too long. He let out a bark and danced around me, his wet nose butting up against my bare legs.
I laughed, dodging him. Despite everything going on, he seemed more carefree than I'd ever seen him. Maybe it had something to do with being out in nature.
"I won't eat you. At least not today." Sullivan shifted before I could ask him what the hell that meant. Did he mean literally, or in a way that made my thighs tremble?
He and Kingston sniffed each other and then looked at me, waiting. I wanted to believe they weren't going to attack me the second I shifted, but it took several careful encounters for a wolf to not attack.
Not that long ago, when I had moved from Montana's headquarters to Northern California's, I'd had to spend several sessions a day with the agents to acclimate them to my fox being a friend and not a foe.
Kingston barked again, his tail wagging as he lowered down and stuck his ass in the air. Sullivan looked unamused and headed into the trees.
"You stay in front of me the entire time so I can see you." If I could see an attack coming, I'd easily get away. I did have speed on my side.
Yipping in agreement, Kingston trotted to where Sullivan had disappeared. He looked back at me and waited.
"Well, here goes nothing." In one fluid movement, my body shifted, and I was running after him and Sullivan.
It had been a while since I'd hunted, and I’d missed the freedom of running through the forest with nothing on my mind except finding food. One of my favorite things to hunt was field mice, but I didn't smell any.
What I did smell were squirrels.
Slowing, I let Sullivan and Kingston run farther ahead while I investigated the delicious aroma coming from nearby.
I heard them before I saw them and moved silently until two squirrels came into view. One of them raised their head from whatever they were up to and then scurried to climb the closest tree. The other stayed focused on eating something that was in some brush.
Using my speed, I had the rodent in my mouth before they even knew what had hit them. My fox completely took over so we could enjoy our meal without hesitation.
After finishing, I followed the guys' scents and kept my distance as they stalked a deer.
Kingston and Sullivan looked very similar to each other in size and weight, but Sullivan was a bit more muscular and moved with a more predatory gait.
It wasn't that Kingston didn't move that way as well, but Sullivan was clearly more comfortable with his wolf than Kingston was.
I flinched as they took down the deer as a unit; deer had always been sacred to my family. Climbing onto a downed tree trunk, I avoided watching their feast and tried to formulate a plan once we found Zayn.
Trevor was already looking into Marcos's men—a few were dead now—but I still didn't have anything on Marcos. But would leverage against him even work? My gut told me no, which left no other option.
Marcos needed to die.