Chapter Thirty #2
I put my hands on her knees, spreading her wide.
She didn’t stop, her movements became faster, more frantic, and her belly rose and fell rapidly.
Covering her hand with mine, I traced her movements, paying attention to those same spots, loving the sounds that came out of her, adding to the mountain’s night song.
“Sweet moon, Brad, that’s so good,” she practically purred.
Lowering my head, I took her clit in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her pulsing sex. Her hands were in my hair, tugging harder when I growled. Her hips bucked and swayed, and she cried out, the sound somewhere between human and pure beast.
All mate.
I could barely catch my breath as I pulled away, my legs jelly as I rose. I put one hand on the rock, then the other, caging her in, leading her down to the cool surface.
She pulled my face to hers, kissing me like she was starving.
Pure instinct took over my body as I broke the kiss, taking my rock-hard cock into my hand and giving it a hard pump. I slipped inside her, loving the way she felt like this.
It was different this time, after a shift, a hunt—even if it hadn’t been traditional, that was exactly what tracking down Kevin had been—and a victory. It wasn’t about duty anymore, this was pure desire.
And the way her inner muscles pulsed around my cock as I drove inside her told me more than those words ever had. This woman was all in, forever.
Mate.
“Brad--” Was all she could say as her body erupted. My balls hitched and my shaft swelled. It took everything I had to pull out of her before I came.
Somehow, I managed to slide our bodies off the rock, and I finished myself off before taking her into my arms as we came back to earth.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice still breathy. “First time I ever did that outside.”
“Really?” I raised a brow. “Never?”
“Ellie didn't do such risky things.” She laughed. "But you’re Synamon’s first.”
“Your first, your last, your only.” I moved to kiss her again, but something made me freeze.
“Brad, what’s wrong?” Her naked body was on point.
“Get dressed.” I rose from the ground, grabbing our clothes.
She rose to her knees as she took her sweatshirt from me, then grimaced. “I smell him. Cigarettes. Sweat.”
That was all the confirmation I’d needed that the shadowy figure I’d seen out of the corner of my eye was the Centerfold Slasher.
I was dressed, slipping into my shoes. I waited for Synamon to come to her feet. “I’m gonna finish this. You tell me what you want it to look like.”
“I want him to pay for what he did.” She took a deep breath. “Velvet deserves that. So do all his other victims. Death is too kind.”
I nodded. “We’re gonna get my phone out of the car. I want you to text Bishop. Drop a pin and tell him what’s up.”
“What about Barrett?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He’d have his phone on all night, especially with the slasher on the loose. “I’ll try to settle this as a human. But if I have to shift, I need you to be my human voice.”
“I’m in this with you, Brad.” She steeled herself. “Whatever you need.”
The last thing I wanted to do was lose that scent. The slasher might have been human, but this fucker was nothing if he wasn’t feral.
“You sure he’s human?” I hated that I had to ask.
“Yeah, he didn’t shift when I did.” The pain of the memory clung to every word. “Unless there’s a reason he can’t shift, he’s human.”
We headed back to the forest. The Slasher’s scent had faded—it was mixed with Synamon’s arousal.
He’d definitely pick up on that, my bear said. That might work in your favor. Distract him.
I hated that he was right.
My phone pinged. The lit-up screen illuminated Synamon’s face as she read the message.
“Bishop’s on his way. Should I bring Barrett into the loop?”
It’s not giving up control. It’s adding safety, my bear assured me. He’s impressed with your work.
There was a time I would’ve ignored my animal. Insisted that I had something to prove.
But I’d already proved it.
Bishop appeared between two trees. “Where is this bastard?”
“Wait, where were you?” Synamon asked.
He tipped his head toward the mountain. “I like staying close to nature. You saw the Slasher?”
“Picked up on his scent. Had a feeling someone was watching us...never mind.”
Bishop grinned. “Seems like I’m not the only one who thrives in nature.”
We headed forward, and I told him what I knew. Our goal. Our rough plan. We moved quickly, quietly.
Synamon stopped dead in her tracks. “See that?” she whispered, and pointed at a light in the distance.
Bishop and I shared a look, then headed off the trail without a word needed.
The light flickered, and then went dark, but not before I could make out the small tent. That stale cigarette sweat smell had intensified. The tent had all but disappeared in the darkness, and it was like the Slasher had taken the oxygen with him when he shut out the light.
“We got you, Randy,” I had to say each word carefully so they didn’t come out as a growl. “Make this easy on yourself so we don’t have to make it hard.”
“Not Randy,” he said quickly. “Don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“What a coward.” Synamon let out an exasperated sigh. “Would you prefer if we snuck up on you and tried to choke you out? I know how much you like that. Now get the fuck out of that tent and face the music like the man you wish you were.”
Bishop practically choked on his chuckle.
Nothing happened for a moment, but then the man inside the tent unzipped the flap.
The Centerfold Slasher crawled out and held his hands up. “I’m sure we can come to an understanding.”
Synamon stepped forward. ”You've got to be kidding me. You really think you have any right to negotiate with three pissed off bears? The only reason we haven’t ripped your asshole out is because unaliving you is too nice.
You’d like it too much. Instead, you get to rot away thinking about what you did to Velvet and all those other women. ”
He leered at my mate, completely unfazed by her threats. “I love thinking about what I did to them.”
His gaze was locked on my mate and I made my move, grabbing him from behind, locking his arms behind his back. I tightened my grip until I heard the most satisfying crack. “You better keep up, or I will drag you down this mountain. Understood?”
“Crystal clear,” he grunted.
When we got to the truck, Barrett was waiting for us, but he wasn’t alone. Bellamy and the rest of the Sawtooth Security team had come, but that wasn’t all. The Sawtooth Pack was there, Bibi, and the Werewives crew.
“Wanted to make sure you were covered if you needed backup.” Barrett said. “And we’re filming it so any other ladies he terrorized can take satisfaction in knowing this fucker will never bother anyone again.”