Chapter 11
Ford
“Oh, my God,” Georgia whispered.
A series of icy sensations rolled through me. I’d been able to tell from my father’s reaction that he was worried about whatever was happening. Although I had a feeling he already knew.
Shifters were being hunted for sport and to carry out some unsaid proclamation, reacting to the continued concern about our intentions in coming out in the open.
As if people thought we planned on taking over the world.
Such utter crap.
While we couldn’t hear what was being said by the reporter, the photographs from the scene were devastating enough. Rattlesnake Lake was only a few miles away. Just watching her reaction was enough to create a need to protect her and I wasn’t certain why.
“Is that true?” she asked. “Have there been a string of murders?”
I almost ordered another drink but knew nothing good would come of doing so. “Unfortunately, yeah. I think we’re fresh game for hunters determined to have a new souvenir on their wall.”
Her upper lip curled into a snarl. “You’re kidding me? That’s horrible. Is this motivated by the haters?”
“Possibly. We’ve had our share of those as you well know.
Don’t worry. We can take care of ourselves.
” While I certainly didn’t want her to worry, the latest murder was too close to home.
I’d ask my dad about the situation in the morning.
If I knew him, he was prepared to have a pack council meeting, which hadn’t been held in a long time.
When she started to stand, so did I.
“I’m just going to the ladies’ room. I promise I won’t slip through the window and try and escape.”
She was more rattled than she wanted to let on.
Seeing her in such a state, I was on hyper alert, especially since our actions were being watched by the group of assholes standing near the bar.
Nowhere were shifters free of the same level of chastisement she’d been forced to witness.
Maybe the overwhelming shock had died down, but the diehards who didn’t want us mixing with their kind were doing nothing more than lying in wait.
“Well, if you did, I’d initiate a hunt.” Her reaction to my answer was almost unreadable, but also as if she’d heard that before.
And not as a playful offer, but as a controlling reminder. Another sense of protectiveness settled into my gut as every other emotion about her had. She was hiding from someone. I would bet that with every dime I had.
I scooted my chair until I was able to keep watch on her as she weaved her way through the group of men crowded by the bar.
Once she’d disappeared down the dark hallway, I drummed my fingers on the table.
What was I doing here? With her? What was I doing to myself other than creating a way to keep my body in agony through having blue balls?
Hell, another whiskey wouldn’t hurt. I could drink ten at this point and with my wolf being so close to the surface, I wouldn’t feel a thing. Maybe that’s what I was hoping. To feel something other than dead inside.
The whiskey arrived before she’d returned and while the bartender had been quick in his actions, she was taking a little too long for my liking.
That’s when I noticed two of the guys from around the bar were no longer standing with the other three. Two of them were friends with the Knight family, the other one and the two missing in action were strangers to town. None of them were shifters, which made the situation testy by design.
I was surprised Jack Knight hadn’t shown up, the asshole someone I suspected was following me on a regular basis. Another wolf in a jerk’s clothing.
After swiveling the drink and paying attention to the hallway where she’d gone for another two minutes, I rose to my feet. As soon as I did, the assholes at the bar straightened up, every muscle tense. If they were looking for a fight, we could take it outside.
But not until after I took her home.
Instead of allowing my usual personality to pick the fight, I moved around them, ignoring the snickers. Even before I reached them, I sensed there was an issue and could gather a whiff of her perfume along with something else her skin exuded.
Fury.
I could overhear the two assholes trying to convince her they were real men inside the women’s restroom, but she wasn’t buying what they were selling.
I pushed open the door, shaking my head as I did.
“A little crowded in here, boys,” I told the assholes, eyeing her as I did. She was frustrated, her chest rising and falling, but she was definitely holding her own.
“Hockey boy. I think it’s best that you leave us alone. The lady is taken.”
“Like hell I am,” she said in response.
I leaned against the door, more amused than anything, which was a change for me. I’d normally fall into the big brother mode, which had gotten me into some trouble in the past since I’d normally broken arms instead of asking for what I wanted. At least I was offering her the benefit of the doubt.
Or maybe the boys who acted as if they had a say in her well-being and who she planned on spending any time with.
“Hey, has-been. She’d rather be with a man than the likes of you.” I’d had shit tossed at me for years, more in the last three. While it pissed me off, I’d learned to control my anger.
However, all bets were off when the asshole decided to touch her, pulling on her arm. Maybe he was goading me on purpose after the win, but nothing mattered at this point.
Except ensuring her safety from the likes of two jerks who couldn’t care less about Georgia’s wants or needs.
The speed with which I reacted was a dead giveaway I wasn’t a typical human, but I didn’t need to keep secrets from the lady. She already knew about my wolf. What she’d yet to see was a demonstration of my abilities. There was no time like the present.
I wrapped one hand around the throat of the blond, smashing his head into the door.
A loud crack indicated I’d broken his nose.
He wasn’t going anywhere, holding his face while I turned my attention to the other goon.
With the space being limited, I had to control my actions, gut punching the other three times in a row before using my elbow to drive him against the wall.
With a little more pressure, I could break his neck, but I was using just enough to grab and keep his attention.
“Now, I know the two of you would prefer going home tonight in one piece so why don’t you run along and pretend you have other things to do outside this bar.
I don’t think you want me to finish what I started in front of the lady. Now, do you?”
The guy underneath my arm wasn’t thrilled with my offer until I came close to crushing his windpipe. He threw up his hands in defeat, which allowed me to release my hold and back away. At least the two of them knew when they’d been defeated.
Even before the door was closed, I slammed it, locking just in case the assholes decided to change their mind. When I turned around, I faced her ire almost immediately.
Her arms were crossed, her reddish blonde hair even more fiery in the lighting, and her lips drew and kept my attention while she shook her head.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Her voice wasn’t raised, but everything else about her was, including a desire that captivated my wolf.
Her scent had already filtered into my nostrils, making it very difficult to concentrate on anything but breaking the promise I’d made to myself about not touching her.
“Protecting you from jerks intent on devouring you.”
“Oh, really? Do you always go around beating up anyone who asks a lady on a date?”
“That’s not what it looked like to me.” I inched closer, unable to keep myself from doing so. The magnetic pull was even more intense than at the arena.
“Well, maybe you need to get your eyes checked.” The timbre of her voice was entirely too sensual, managing to echo in the dense space. Or maybe all my senses were simply in tune to the woman, including her wants and needs.
“My incredible eyesight is unreadable by an ophthalmologist’s scale.” I was only a few inches away, every muscle in my body stiffening while my blood ran hotter than before.
Her chest lightly rose and fell as she stared at me. Partially because she remained angry that I’d interfered. But mostly because she felt the same raging desire I did. Unthinkable. Unexplainable. And for several reasons, unacceptable.
But right now, all common sense was tossed aside. So was our very public location. When I was two inches away, the sensations tearing through me were overwhelming. With her lips twisted, her eyes flashing with the same fire flicking in my belly, all sense of control was gone.
I wrapped my hand around her throat, pulling her into the heat of my body and onto her toes. She slapped both palms against my chest, shaking her head several times.
As if doing so would stop me. I was too far gone.
The moment I captured her mouth, she stiffened, but as soon as I slipped my tongue past her soft lips, every muscle began to relax.
But the raging current, the hunger that already knew no bounds continued to increase. She rolled her hands up and down my chest, arching her back. I slipped my hand to the back of her neck, allowing my fingers to dig into her skin.
Georgia seemed to enjoy my possessive tendencies, ripping my shirt from my jeans and sliding her hands underneath. Skin on skin was dangerous, bringing out the beast in me. Did she not understand how far I was willing to go, how intense my hunger was? Or maybe she liked it rough and naughty.
She sucked on my tongue, acting as if she was eager and ready to fight me for control. She’d learn that wasn’t going to happen.
Tasting her was sweet and I craved nothing more than taking the time to explore every inch of her body with my tongue. And fingers. And teeth.
However, the urgency to drive my dick deep into her sweet pussy was overwhelming. I wouldn’t be able to wait, including just getting to my truck. So here was where the first time was going to be.
But definitely not the last.
My desire breaking through the surface, I pushed her away, our combined anxious laughter filling the space. Her eyes were already glassy and she licked her lips provocatively while yanking at my belt.
“Is the lady hungry?” The corners of my mouth quirked upward, more so when seeing her reaction.
Her laugh was unrecognizable. “Famished.”
There was no holding back at this point. Not that we wanted to. We both ripped at each other’s jeans until hers were off.
My jeans were dropped to the floor.
I pitched her against the wall and she fisted my shirt, her laugh even deeper as she stared me down.
With a husky growl, I yanked one of her legs around my hip then the other, tossing aside any additional concept of foreplay.
She was mine. All mine. I had to have her. That was the only thought running through my mind.
When I thrust the entire length of my cock inside her tight pussy, her scattered moans filled the air, sinful yet joyous in the sound.
She raised her head toward the cracking wallboard of the ceiling, exposing the long line of her neck and I dragged my tongue along the side.
Another sweet taste that boosted even darker cravings.
Her shudder was an enticing reward and the way she clung to me only boosted the very arrogance she seemed to hate.
I drove my dick so deeply inside and with so much force I slammed her body against the wall.
The fixtures rattled and her eyes opened wide.
She wasn’t about to ask me to go easy on her.
She pressed her knees into my legs, holding me in position as I fucked her. Soon, I had one hand on the wall, jutting my hips forward. The way her pussy muscles clamped around my shaft drove wave after wave of current into my system.
When I rolled onto the balls of my feet changing the angle, her soft lips opened, forming a perfect O. Even her eyelids were now half closed as her fingernails dug indentations into my skin.
I’d wear them proudly, laughing while avoiding answering where I’d gotten them.
No one needed to know we were engaging in sin.
I rocked us both brutally, my usual stamina keeping me going while my mind was all about filling her with my seed.
Images of doing so several times were firmly planted in the forefront of my brain.
Every time she darted the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip, my wolf growled in response, a sound she adored.
The way she pushed off the wall in trying to maneuver her body closer to mine meant she was ready to orgasm.
My hunger exploding, I fucked her roughly, my hips slamming into her as moisture raced down my neck, soaking into my collar.
Everything about the moment was wild and free, a reminder I was only partly human.
Why the thought made me happy tonight I wasn’t certain, but it did, even more so as her body began to tense. When her pussy convulsed as a climax swept through, awakening even more need, I enjoyed watching her expressions ebb and flow, changing as the pleasure rolled through her.
A slump of her head indicated she was satisfied, at least for now.
That allowed me to stop being a gentleman after ensuring the woman was pleasured first. My needs were increasing with every second, the vibrations dancing through me becoming visible. At this point, nothing and no one could stop me from becoming satisfied.
She stroked my chest, her soft mewls everything I needed to hear. As if rocket fuel was shooting through me, I finally allowed myself to release, filling her with my seed. All while her pussy muscles clamped around my dick, holding me inside.
As I came down from the intense high, Georgia continued to tremble in my hold. I pressed my forehead against hers, both of us sighing in satisfaction while also laughing at the insanity of the moment.
Only the heavy knock on the door dragged us from the evocative moment. I lifted my head as well as an eyebrow while she bit her lower lip. After that, she lowered her legs while I took a step away, each fighting laughter as we dressed.
After she fluffed her hair, she reached for the door, flashing a huge grin at the two women standing in the hallway.
My wicked mind couldn’t help but wonder if what she’d tossed out to the woman in the parking lot had been validated by our filthy actions.
If not, I’d have another chance to prove her right.
With my hand on the small of her back, I guided her back to the table.
But only long enough to pay the tab.
We weren’t finished yet. Hell, no. We were just beginning.