Avery
Six months later in Bariloche, Argentina
“Oh, fuuuck, Chaos—”
My hips shot up off the mattress as Alcaeus’s fingers replaced his tongue inside of me, finding my G-spot with the ease of a natural-born predator who’d spent the better part of four centuries indulging in the study of the female anatomy.
His tongue licked higher, circling and tormenting my throbbing clit, as he hummed happily, pausing every so often to tell me what a gorgeous cunt I had.
Somehow he always managed to sound so sweet while at the same time like a filthy bastard.
He stimulated my G-spot to the point of unbearable pleasure, before withdrawing his fingers and licking them clean. Leaving me hanging—my body painfully primed and on edge.
Holding my thighs spread wide, he rubbed his scruff-covered jawline over my sensitized lower lips, making me moan and writhe as I yanked against the chains securing my arms above my head.
“Chaos, please …”
He alternated between sucking, blowing, licking, and straight-up devouring my most sensitive parts until I was begging him to finish me off.
He raked his teeth gently over my swollen bit of flesh then, causing me to buck and shriek. Then he sucked the whole thing into his mouth.
Oh, my God, how did he do that?
I swear it felt like he had my entire pussy in his mouth at times. The suction on my clit felt otherworldly.
I was on the verge of coming, when he stopped.
I groaned in frustration as he held my spread thighs immobilized against the mattress and blew lightly on my drenched, needy slit.
“Who needs to be rescued?” he taunted in that sexy bass of his.
“I do.” I panted. “I do, you fucking sonofabitch.”
He chuckled and slowly kissed his way up my belly. “Such a sweet, sexy damsel in distress,” he murmured against my skin.
He licked the length of each scar on my ribs, kissed and nibbled my breasts, and sucked each of my nipples into his mouth, one at a time, rubbing his scratchy facial hair along the valley of skin between my breasts as his mouth traveled back and forth between their pebbled peaks, tormenting me.
“So helpless all chained up like this. Desperate and begging to be fucked …”
His fingers slid down between my folds—teasing, but not satisfying. “So wet and needy for cock …”
I moaned and pleaded, “Yes. Please, just save me, now. Please rescue me. Fuck me, already.”
He licked and sucked his way up my neck. I felt the blunt tip of his erection nudge against my inner thigh, and I began begging him to fix me, to fill the ache in me, as he threaded his fingers through my hair and turned my head to the side.
I sensed his inner animal emerging. I knew he was on the verge of breaking as his tongue found and laved the mating mark he’d made on my neck. That mark always set me off, too. So I told him I’d die if he didn’t fuck me hard and fill me with his cum.
He growled and snapped his hips forward, penetrating me with one forceful thrust, then filling me to bursting with the second.
He held himself over me, leaning up on one elbow as he hooked his other arm under my bent knee and raised it up toward my shoulder, as he withdrew and slowly penetrated me again.
And again.
With slow, measured strokes that made me want it to go on forever because it felt so good—and made me want to kill him when he settled in and paused, his entire length lodged deep.
“Chaos. If you don’t save me right this fucking minute, I’ll break these chains and strangle you wi—”
He smothered my mouth with his, stroking his tongue that tasted of my sex in and out between my lips as his hips did the same between my thighs, rolling and thrusting, harder and faster, as he sent me over the edge at last, my inner muscles gripping and squeezing and convulsing in the most brutal, beautiful ecstasy, as he emptied inside of me.
“You’re terrible at this,” he told me, the breath bursting from his lungs as he collapsed on top of me. “Worst damsel in distress ever.”
The chains fell away from my wrists, and I immediately brought my right palm down onto his taut ass cheek with a thwack.
“Hey now,” he said with a laugh. “That’s it. I’m chaining you up face down, ass up, and starting all over again. We’re going to keep doing these therapy sessions until you get better at letting me use your sexual torment and distress to make my dick feel bigger.”
“Oh, no, not again,” I protested weakly in my best breathy rescue-case voice.
Chaos laughed. “Oh, yes.” His lips brushed against mine. “You’re going to endure being rescued as many times as it takes, honey.”
I felt Raul trying to tap my mind and groaned. Damn.
“Therapy time is over,” I announced. “Raul and Sloane are headed back.”
“Aw, come on! He’s had her for an hour,” Chaos complained, sounding like a big child himself. “Tell him to suck it up and watch Frozen again.”
“It’s been at least two hours,” I pointed out. “Hang on, let me talk to him and tell him to give us five minutes.”
“Five? Tell him to give us sixty. And tell him I said to stay the fuck out of my wife’s head.”
I answered Raul through our mind connection and asked him to walk Sloane along the scenic route from the main house so that Chaos and I would have at least ten minutes to straighten ourselves up. Since I’d gained my werelock capabilities, Raul, Alcaeus, and I had figured out how to get around the mind shield that Sloane had constructed.
Raul responded back that he and Sloane were teleporting over in the next two minutes, before quickly breaking our connection.
“Ugh. He says they’ll be here in two. They’re teleporting.” I patted his back as Chaos buried his face in the crook of my neck, cursing and making pouting noises. Sometimes he was worse than Sloane. “Come on, big guy, get off me so I can get up.”
Chaos, Sloane, and I had relocated to the Salvatella pack’s stronghold in Bariloche, Argentina. Known as the Switzerland of South America, it was like something out of a fairytale. Nestled between the Andes Mountains and a glacial lake, it was the most picturesque place I’d ever seen.
Alcaeus had insisted upon building us our own private residence within the walls of the Salvatella compound—a modest home for just the three of us, situated a short distance away from the main estate. I had a sense it was because he still didn’t quite trust every member of the Salvatella pack. And I couldn’t blame him—given the long history of deceit, violence, and bloodshed between the Salvatellas and the Reinosos.
But Chaos insisted that he’d done it so that Sloane could have more space and privacy as she got acclimated to her new environment. And also so that I would feel comfortable screaming for help as loudly as Chaos wanted me to during our hero-complex therapy sessions.
Wyatt had been in Bariloche for the first few months that we’d been here. But following Wyatt’s initial werewolf introduction and pack-life assimilation, Raul had sent him to the Salvatella pack’s estate in Puerto Iguazú, saying he needed his help with something there for a few months. I was sorry to see Wyatt go, but it had been for the best. Things had been very strained between Wyatt and Alcaeus as a result of Wyatt’s rejection of Alcaeus’s sister, Lessa. And it was difficult for me being caught in the middle.
Azda hadn’t moved with us to Bariloche, choosing instead to relocate back to her community on the Navajo reservation. I don’t think she liked the idea of living abroad amongst so many skinwalkers. And it seemed clear she felt that Alcaeus and I needed to get used to parenting Sloane on our own.
Raul was now our main help and childcare backup in Bariloche—the only person who could babysit Sloane for us when we wanted time alone as a couple. Sloane adored Raul in a way I’d never seen her take to anyone else. She liked Alcaeus well enough, and was warming up to tolerating him more every day, but she had a kind of hero-worship for Raul, our new Alpha.
Sloane was still pulling Raul into her nightmares. It bothered me less now than it bothered Alcaeus. In truth, I sensed there was probably a bit of a rivalry brewing between the two men when it came to winning Sloane’s affection—mostly on Alcaeus’s side.
“Why can’t they walk? It’s barely a hundred yards. Who teleports that short of a distance?” Alcaeus was still complaining and grumbling to himself as he pulled pants on and stowed our bed chains away. “Raul’s such a lazy shit.”
I teleported from the upstairs level of our house to the downstairs level when Alcaeus wasn’t around, actually. I told myself I was doing it for practice, but really, it was because that shit was fun.
I’d just gotten my clothes on and was heading down the stairs when Raul teleported into our living room with Sloane in his arms.
I gasped and nearly squealed at the sight of them, before slapping my hand over my mouth.
“Don’t even say it,” Raul warned in his Alpha voice, his eyes hard on me as he set my daughter down on her feet next to him. “Not one word.”
While it still amazed me to witness Sloane allow someone to pick her up and hold her the way that she did with Raul, that wasn’t what had me struggling to contain my shock and laughter now.
“No one in the pack hears about this,” Raul ordered me as he straightened to his full height, adjusting the hot pink, satiny Princess Anna costume cloak draped awkwardly around his broad shoulders.
I shook my head, still covering my mouth, as tears of laughter welled in my eyes.
Sloane was wearing her ice blue Queen Elsa gown and sparkly cape, along with her tiara.
“Hol-y sh—shirt-cape,” Alcaeus said as he bounded down the stairs behind me. He was still struggling not to swear around my daughter. “You girls look stunning!” he managed to say to Raul and Sloane without choking on the laughter he was attempting to keep in check. “I need a photo.”
“No,” Raul immediately declined, while Sloane responded with a stoic, “Yes.”
“Hey, so as you know, Mike’s had some of our guys tailing Kai and his crew for a while,” Raul confided to me in the kitchen as I poured myself a cup of coffee. Raul was absent his hot pink cape now, dressed simply in his standard, casual surfer-boy attire.
Because Chaos was now wearing the cloak in the other room—trying to prove to Sloane that he made a better Princess Anna to her Queen Elsa than Raul did.
I nodded. Kai had gone back to the States after returning briefly to Brazil, taking a smaller team of men than what he and Alcaeus had on their original Rogue mission. Mike, who’d been tracking Kai’s activities, was a higher-ranking Beta within the Salvatella pack and more or less Raul’s head of security detail. Beyond that, Raul and Mike were close friends, and I knew that Raul trusted him.
“Mike thinks that Kai may have found one of the next great seers,” Raul said, lowering his voice and leaning in to me where we stood next to one another at the kitchen counter. “There’s a college-aged woman that Kai has been … well, stalking is the word Mike used.”
Technically, Alcaeus was Raul’s head Beta, not me, but often Raul and I vetted and formed strategies on matters related to Chaos’s family members and former pack mates prior to discussing them with Chaos.
Alcaeus’s family’s betrayal was still too raw of a subject for him. And Chaos often became enraged at the mere mention of Kai’s name. So we felt that there was no sense in poking that tiger until we needed to.
“Stalking?” Interesting. I raised my coffee mug to my lips and took a sip.
“Yeah. Mike says Kai’s behavior has been a bit off lately—all over the place, actually—ever since Kai began tracking this coed twenty-four-seven. And most recently, a few weeks ago, Kai dismissed all of the men he had with him in America.” Raul raised his palms in the air. “Ordered every single one of them back to Brazil for no apparent reason.”
“Wow. So he’s gone rogue now?” I said with a wry, embittered chuckle. “Irony of ironies.”
“Don’t know. From what Mike tells me, it sounds as if he might just be going off the rails. He’s attacked the last three guys that this coed had dates with. Attacked them in wolf form,” Raul appended meaningfully with a raised brow. “All three of the guys survived, but ended up transferring to other schools. And he’s been remaining in his wolf form for longer and longer stretches at a time to the point that he’s in wolf form more than he is his human form.”
Fascinating. I recalled the version of Kai I’d witnessed in the Hoia Baciu Forest. Perhaps he was reverting to his feral nature—but why? What vision had he seen from this coed’s mind, I wondered?
I tapped my fingernails against the rim of my ceramic mug. “What do you suppose all this bizarre behavior means? Has Mike gotten inside the coed’s head to see whether she’s the next great seer?”
“He has been in her head. And he says he’s not positive. He says she has abilities, but she seems clueless—or confused—by them for the most part. She largely just ignores her dreams and visions. And even the spirit voices that she hears—pretending not to hear them the greater percentage of the time.”
“Huh. Can’t blame her. Probably how I’d handle it.”
Raul chuckled. “Right. Says the one who connected with a lost-looking dark soul in the ether and came back to life with it in her womb.”
I elbowed him in the ribs. “So, does Mike think Kai’s interest in this potential seer could be personal? Or does he think it’s something that Kai has seen in her mind that’s freaked him out?”
“It’s well out of character for Kai to take a personal interest in any woman, but yes, that’s exactly what Mike thinks might be happening. Or maybe a bit of both.”
The next great seer’s visions of the Rogue’s future impact on our world were critical. And whatever the visions were, Raul and I knew we had to stay one step ahead of the game in order to manipulate how those visions were interpreted and spread throughout our supernatural society.
And if we couldn’t manipulate them, we were going to start slaying some seers.
“Feel like taking a trip to America to check it out?” Raul asked.
I nodded. “Ready whenever you are.”
He grinned and extended his fist. I bumped it with my free one as I took another sip of my coffee.
I had a special bone to pick with Killjoy Kai. And by “bone to pick,” I meant that I had a personal interest in breaking every last bone in his werelock body, ripping his heart out, and dancing on his grave.
“Hey, who’s up for watching Frozen again?” Chaos shouted excitedly from the living room.
“Oooh! Me, me, me!” I hollered back as Raul groaned quietly at my side. I turned to him and amended my earlier reply. “But let’s leave after we watch Frozen again, okay?”
THE END
(For now)