Chapter 2 Carys #2
God, she wanted this man. But she didn’t want it attached to her father; however, that ship had sailed.
What she could do, she reasoned with herself, was convince him to take her to his place, then sneak out with no snooping, no nothing, then convince her dad she couldn’t get close at all and force him to come up with another plan.
Then, in a week or two, she could pop back up. That’s what she’d do. She’d keep her dad’s wishes and her desires separate until after he gave her the cure for her mom, then tell him to fuck off.
It wasn’t like he’d ever been a real father to her. Hell, she didn’t even know who he was until her mother got sick.
That’s how she found herself torn in two between what she wanted to do and what she needed to do.
“Pixie?”
Monster’s voice sounded concerned.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about this,” she proclaimed as she dropped to her knees in the parking lot.
Looking up into his blue eyes as she rubbed her hand up his muscular thighs was the naughtiest thing she’d ever done.
Dropping her eyes, she followed the path of her questing hands until one rested on the bulge in his jeans. When she shifted her eyes upward again, he raised an eyebrow in challenge. He’d expected her to back down. She’d be damned if she would.
Carys had never done anything like this before. Public sexual activity was so far out of her wheelhouse, she couldn’t even see it from her comfort zip code. But there she was, on her knees in a well-lit parking lot, about to blow a man she’d only met moments earlier.
“So, are you going to suck me off now, or are you just trying to heighten the anticipation for later? Because I’ve gotta say, my vote is for my cock bruising the back of your throat right fucking now, Pixie.”
Pixie?
He stroked her cheek with a tenderness that wasn’t aligned with his vulgar words. As she lowered his zipper, the sound seemed to ricochet off the surrounding cars.
When she got the first look at his cock, she licked her lips at the sight. She could only describe it as, just … holy moly.
There was ink everywhere, up his shaft to the head and up along his pelvis, and higher. It appeared to be one continuous work of art from what she could see. Although she couldn’t tell exactly what it was in the dim light of the parking lot.
“Now or later?” He asked as he stroked his shaft slowly, bumping the head gently into her lips.
“What?” Her brain wasn’t working, so she couldn’t even guess at what he was talking about.
“Now?” He rubbed the head along her lips. A salty wetness glossing them. “Or later?” He pulled back slightly.
An involuntary whimper left her at his retreat.
“Oh, now.” She breathed desperately. Snaking her tongue out to lick her lips.
The groan that left him shot straight to her clit.
Carys didn’t immediately understand her inexplicable attraction to the man. She had a suspicion though.
She was desperate for him in a way she had never experienced before, even with her ex-fiancée, whom she’d been in love with since the eighth grade. Until he became controlling.
All the thoughts trying to distract her from the man in front of her and all the reasons she was telling herself it was a bad idea fled when he spoke in a husky and authoritative tone.
“Look at me.”
It was not a request, it was an order, and not a gentle or ambivalent one. When her eyes traveled up to his, they seemed to almost glow in the radiant neon coming from the King’s Ransom sign.
“Open.” Another definitive order that was more growl than spoken word.
Carys never thought of herself taking orders like that. Hell, she liked to be in charge, but something about Monster made her want to comply, so she did.
As the head of his cock breached her lips, she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her. Her eyes drifted closed at the silky texture of him dragging along her piercing.
“Eyes,” he rasped, drawing her attention back to his face. “Don’t close ′em again.” He emphasized his words by thrusting forward as she hollowed her cheeks.
“Damn, that piercing feels fan-fucking-tastic on my cock, Pixie.”
She pressed it up harder as he fucked her face. He was not going easy on her, forcing Carys to brace the back of her head against her Jeep to avoid being pummeled into it.
Monster must’ve noticed, because he slipped his large hand behind her, providing a much-needed buffer.
“Take it all, Pixie. Take every fucking inch of my fat cock in that pretty mouth of yours.”
She wasn’t sure if it was his words or the intensity of his eyes boring into hers, but she needed to come more than anything.
Monster scolded her as her hand drifted between her legs. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Her hand froze in place.
His eyes never left hers, so how could he have seen her hand? And why was she taking orders from him so readily? Before she had time to analyze her sudden bout of submission, he was growling more orders.
“You look so beautiful with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”
Monster’s praise fed her desire. God, how she wanted, needed to touch herself, but she was reluctant to disobey him.
His previously steady rhythm turned erratic. She fought back the gag, but not all the tears.
“I’m gonna fill your mouth. Don’t fucking swallow it until I tell you, Pixie. Understand?”
She nodded as much as she could. Not wanting to risk swallowing his load, she stopped all suction but held her piercing up against him harder.
“Grab me.” His words were useless as she was already reaching for his balls. With a firm but gentle grip, she massaged them, letting her index finger caress the area behind them.
Within seconds, he exploded in her mouth. Carys fought the impulse to swallow as her mouth was flooded.
He groaned as he ground into her mouth. Her eyes were watering, and she was about to lose the fight to reflexively swallow when he gripped her by the neck and pulled her to her feet. His softening cock slipping from her lips.
Monster stared into her eyes for what felt like forever, but in reality was only seconds.
“Show me.” While this too was an order, it also felt like a plea.
Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, proudly showing him her compliance.
The growl that escaped him when his eyes dropped to her open mouth reverberated through her—mind, body, and soul.
“Fuck if that’s not the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.”
Monster leaned closer, looking more intently into her mouth while tightening the grip on her throat slightly.
“Swallow.”
Once again, she complied without delay. Swallowing without closing her mouth was harder than she expected, but she managed to get most of it done without closing her lips. His hand pulsed against her neck in time with her actions.
Monster’s eyes flashed again, but she didn’t have time to think about it, nor did she care what it meant in the moment. All she cared about was how pleased he looked with her.
In order to swallow every last drop, she had to close her mouth, but she immediately reopened to show him she’d done as he ordered.
“My good girl.” Her very soul soared under his praise. She felt his other hand at her waistband. “That deserves a reward.”
He kissed her as his hand slipped into her jeans and came in contact with her soaked underwear. She was sure she’d come the second his finger found her clit.
Before she could find out if that was indeed true, her phone rang, startling both of them. Monster recovered before she did and resumed the kiss along with his exploration further south.
However, the mood was shot for her. She recognized the ringtone, and if she didn’t answer, he’d just call back again and again until she did.
When the ringing stopped and started again for the fourth time, Monster pulled back. “Do you need to get that? Sounds like someone really wants to get a hold of you.” He asked as he tucked himself away.
“Um.” After buttoning her pants, she stooped down to pick up her purse from where it had dropped on the pavement, pulling the phone out intent on silencing it. “I can just …” She trailed off at the text message preview in all caps that greeted her on the lock screen.
GET OFF YOUR KNEES AND
It wasn’t the full message, but it was enough. Her father was there, somewhere. Panic overtook every cell in her body.
Spinning around like a cornered animal, she tried to make an excuse. “On second thought, I um, need to—”
Before she could finish, Monster had sprung into action. Gun drawn, scanning the area while blocking her with his body.
“Where, Pixie?”
“What?”
“Where’s the threat?” He asked as he tried to push her down between the cars where she’d be safe.
Her heart sank and swelled at the same time. Her dad had eyes on her somewhere, and Monster was ready to fire a shot.
After gathering her composure, she tugged on his belt loop to get his attention. “There’s … there’s no threat, Monster.” She said as calmly as she could manage. “It was just a text I wasn’t expecting, and it caught me off guard. There’s no threat.”
Scanning the lot again, his hesitation seemed to last forever before he turned and pulled her up. She could tell by the look in his eyes as he tucked his gun away that he didn’t buy what she was selling.
“You’re riding with me. I’ll send someone for your car.”
Monster grabbed her hand and pulled her toward his bike, but she couldn’t go.
Wouldn’t go. So much doubt suffused her.
It had been there before, but after what had transpired between herself and Monster, she couldn’t continue.
She just couldn’t do what her father wanted.
She had to put him off until she could figure out her mother’s treatment.
“Um, I’m sorry. I have to go. The text.” She held up her phone when her words halted his forward progression, and he turned. “It was about my mom. She’s sick and I need to go.” All truths, just in a roundabout way.
“I’ll take a rain check, though?” She added hopefully.
When he took her face in his hands, she felt wanted. He kissed her hard and fast. Then led her back to her car and opened the door, motioning for her to get in. Once she did, he leaned in and buckled her belt. “Tomorrow. Frank’s Steaks. 8.”
“Um,” she hesitated as he pulled back and shut the door.
“What? I’m good enough to blow but not be seen in public with? You just slumming it in a biker bar?” He was practically sneering. The man had clearly been judged in the past and had a chip on his shoulder about it.
“No, that’s not it at all, Monster.” She reached through the window and grabbed his arm as he tried to back away. “Tomorrow is fine. Eight is excellent, but Frank’s is a no-go for a vegetarian.”
It took him a while to comprehend what she was saying, but when he finally got it, the smile he granted her was a thing of romance books. Slightly crooked, just the right amount of tooth, and absolutely panty-melting.
“Shit, Pixie. The way you swallowed my shaft, I would’ve never guessed you don’t like meat.” His vulgar joke had her laughing too. “Okay, that rabbit food place over on Cheyanne. Better?”
“Better.”
He slapped the roof of her Jeep, and she drove away. Watching as he got smaller in her rearview mirror.
Her giddy mood didn’t last long; her dad called no sooner than she had left the lot. Hitting accept, his voice filled the cabin of her car.
“Quite a performance you put on out there with the wrong King. If I needed a slut for the job, I would’ve hired one of their girls.
Kansas will never want you now that you’ve been used by one of his brothers.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I see.
I will have your slut of a mother thrown out of the hospital before you can get there to pick her up. ”
His words caused her anger to rise, but not as high as her panic. She had to salvage this for now and come up with a better plan late.
“I did what I could to salvage the situation, since Kansas preferred the company of another. It would’ve been helpful to know they were wolves before you sent me in there blind.”
As a female born to a shifter and human pairing, she wasn’t a wolf, but she did know that shifters existed and had inherited some heightened instincts. With that knowledge, she wouldn’t dismiss the telltale signs that others wrote off as a trick of light or acoustics.
She could also sense shifters, and she didn’t sense her father’s wolf anymore, but he wouldn’t explain why. It was the only reason she’d trusted him enough to get roped into this mess in the first place. If his wolf was suppressed or gone, she assumed he was less dangerous.
Huge mistake on her part. Her sperm donor was a bigger bastard than ever, and she didn’t know how she was going to get out of the mess he created without harm to the Kings and therefore Monster, her mother, or herself.