Chapter Five

Raven felt a little uneasy lying down next to Conan in his present state. She was still buzzed and he was obviously more inebriated than she was. His pupils were dilated. His hands wouldn’t stop moving. They landed on her ass quite a bit, but she enjoyed the attention of a man that didn’t require her to kill him in that moment. At least she hoped she wouldn’t have to kill him.

Taking a deep breath, she turned onto her side. Looking Conan in the eyes, he avoided her gaze.

“Do you remember what happened between us?” she asked him.

“Of course, I do. You touched my cock in the club and then I killed someone.” He sighed.

Raven brought herself closer to him, she inhaled deeply but the only scent she smelled was his own. “You don’t smell like the woman Alan and Shana just cleaned up. So, no...I don’t think you did.” She pulled away from him slightly.

“I did, and I’ll tell you exactly how,” he said, and smiled.

“Fine.” She sighed, leaning back into him. She didn’t believe him. There wasn’t enough evidence on him for her to do so. But she appeased him anyway. “Tell me how you did it.”

“Well, after you pulled away from our kiss, that delicious kiss. You’re a wonderful kisser by the way. You should kiss people more often. We should kiss more often.” He chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. He inched closer toward her face, his lips supple and yearning for her mouth.

Raven shook him away. “Finish telling me what happened.”

“I wanted to touch you. I wanted to touch anyone with a pussy, honestly. I was so fucking horny, thanks to you. Then Ivan tells me he has three women primed and ready to go.” He gestured as if he were grabbing breasts.

“What does that mean primed and ready to go?” she asked him.

“That means that when I party with Ivan and I want to have sex with a woman, there are women who party with us that would also like to have sex. They don’t expect the extra stuff like the people at the Wolf Den. We can have as much sex as we like. But most of the time, this is what I want. This right here, just me and my mate laying in the forest, looking up at the stars.”

“There are no stars in here, Conan,” Raven told him, with a light giggle.

“Not true,” he said, reaching over to a switch on the wall. A motor turned on and a skylight opened up. It was about three feet by three feet, with the moon shining down so brightly it lit up the specks of glitter in the paint on the wall. It looked like a night under the stars inside a penthouse condo. Raven smiled.

“Now that’s what I like. A woman to smile. You know how hard it is to make these women smile. They come in night after night, and I can make them cum but I rarely make them smile,” he lamented.

“If you made me cum, I’d be grinning ear to ear,” Raven mumbled.

“Nope you wouldn’t,” he told her bluntly. “You’d ride my tongue, beg me for more and then when I refuse, you’d be mad. They all get mad because they can’t have all of me. I can sex a woman six ways to Sunday, but because I don’t, they get mad.”

“You’re talking gibberish, Conan. Tell me about the girl from tonight. The girl you killed,” she asked him again.

“I already told you, she was primed and ready to go, only when we got outside Ivan disappeared. He was the ride. I don’t bring women upstairs. Alan don’t want no one up here but us.”

“Isn’t that a bit off seeing how he’s running a club that promotes the very idea of co-mingling the species?”

“Shhh...No business talk.” He waved his fingers leisurely in front of her face. Turning to her, he eyed her. There was something in those green eyes of his that made Raven forget what her actual job was. She hated the effect he was having on her. She’d let him distract her again. Now he moved in closer to her, nuzzling against her neck. His lips on her skin made her lose her train of thought. The answers she needed, they were fading with every pass of his tongue against her neck.

Moaning and groaning, his hands roamed over her thighs, inching closer and closer to her center. She was panting; wondering if he actually made her cum, how big would her smile be?

Raven got a hold of herself and grabbed his hand. “Conan, please. Tell me about the girl. She was primed and ready. Ivan disappeared. You killed her. How did that happen? Where’s all the blood?”

Conan snarled a bit before rolling over, grabbing Raven around the waist he moved on top of her with the widest grin on his face. He wasn’t interested in talking about a kill.

She placed her hand on his chest and with the slightest amount of her strength, she pushed him onto his back. She straddled him, pinning his arms to his sides with her legs. Raven gripped him by the chin. “Dammit, Conan, tell me about the girl!”

“She was primed and ready to go,” he told her again. “But then she started asking me about the cigarettes. The cigarettes that Ivan gets are dipped or stuffed with some kind of special tobacco. I don’t know but it has the weirdest effect on us. Can’t remember shit if you smoke too much. So the girl was asking me about them. Ivan disappeared, and she wouldn’t shut up about it so I shut her up.”

“I think you still got some of that smoke in you.” She shook her head.

“Nope, she tried to dig in my pockets looking for the one I hadn’t finished yet. I told her plenty of times not to do that and the last time, my teeth came out. Sliced into her throat. My claws came out, jabbed her in the ribs. Tore her inside out,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“There was certainly a woman inside out, but there ain’t a drop of her blood on you or in this apartment anywhere. I would smell it!” Raven sighed. “Maybe Alan and the others are right about you. You’re just dreaming it, or maybe it was Ivan who did it. You think that’s why there’s no blood or any scent of that woman on you?”

“I don’t know.” He tried to shrug. When he realized she still had him pinned, he gazed up at her and then down to her short shorts. “Umm, if you’re not going to let me make you cum, and you’re not going to do anything while you’re up there straddling my cock, how about you get off me?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Raven said. “It’s certainly something about you, Conan. You’ve got me more distracted than I’ve ever been.”

She got off him and sat beside him in his room that reminded her of home. 

“Well, I'm glad you loosened up a bit. Certainly better than cranberry soda right?” He laughed a bit standing up. But as soon as he stood he sat back down.

“Yeah, you're definitely out of it. This conversation isn't going anywhere. I'm tired and you're still loopy. How about a shower?” she offered.

“You going to join me?”

“I’ll help you get in but a cold shower will do you and me a whole lot of good. I’d much rather talk to you sober or something like it. Because this right here,” she motioned to the space between them, “doesn’t work for me and what doesn’t work for me usually ends in a way the other person doesn’t agree with.”

“Fine, I’ll take a shower and you have to get in with me if you want me to answer all your questions.” He grinned seductively.

Images of them in the throes of passion, splashing under the water of his shower, enticed her and scared her all at once. She wondered what having a mate would be like. Conan was the nail that cracked through her hardened demeanor. He was beginning to reveal a piece of her she never wanted to admit was there. But in that moment, she had a job to do. And that job was to get to the bottom of what was going on with the Barstow pack.

Conan sauntered toward the hidden door, leaning his forearm against the wall while he fumbled with the handle. Raven walked over to help him out, only to have him bend down toward her shoulder. Sniffing her hair and palming her ass, he pushed Raven against the wall. “You smell fantastic. I could lick you from head to toe right now. Will you let me?”

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me when you’re sober and can remember that I’m not one of your party favors. I’m not primed and ready to go, Conan. Come on,” she said, finally getting the door open. With a soft growl, Conan followed her into his closet through to the bedroom.

“I need a drink,” Conan mumbled.

“Nope! No!” Raven protested, pulling him closer to the bed. “We’re taking a shower together, remember?”

“You’re lying to me.” He sang with a smile.

“You’re still out of it,” she said, fighting his grabby hands on their way to the bathroom.

The water was ice cold, so cold it made Raven’s chest tighten as she inhaled the mist. 

“I’m not getting in that,” Conan told her, with a wry gaze.

“You’re going to have to in order for us to have a real conversation about what happened tonight. Please don’t make me put you in here. I’m an Enforcer and I don’t want to use that strength to destroy your bathroom,” she warned.

“You’re stronger than me?” Conan asked, cocking his head to the side.

“I was bred to be,” she answered, with confidence. “Plus, my training allows my smaller size to be an advantage. I'm stronger than the majority of our brethren.”

“You don’t have to brag, but I just might put you to the test because I’m not getting in that cold ass water. Let’s go back to my cave. That hot tub is far more enchanting than that.” He scowled.

“Come on! Conan, go!” Raven commanded.

He smiled, his eyes low, shaking his head. “No.”

“You’re really going to make me show you that I’m stronger than you, aren’t you?”

Conan shrugged, backing out of the bathroom slowly. Raven didn’t let him get far, taking a few quick steps, she was face to face with him, gripping him by the boxers. He eyed her, testing her, and while she hated to be baited, she refused to back down.

He went to grab her but her hands were faster than he anticipated as she threw her arms up inside his grasp, knocking him away. Her palms pressed flat against his chest, shoving him back onto the bed.

“I’m on the bed and not in that cold shower.” He shrugged.

Raven’s eye glimmered as she went into Enforcer mode. She’d taken down larger men than Conan but she’d never tested his wolf before. This was going to be interesting as she crouched down in front of him. The swipe of her tongue over her lips made them glisten in the soft light.

“Oh, that’s not going to get me in that shower, but I’ll take it if you’re giving i-”

Raven knew exactly where Conan’s head was at. Laughing to herself, she eased herself around his thighs and before he had a chance to realize what she was doing, she scooped his legs into her arms. Anchoring her heels against the floor, she pulled hard and dragged Conan off the bed. With a mild yelp and a thud, he landed on the floor. With surprise bursting through his eyes, he flexed the muscles in his legs, wrapped his ankles around her core and pulled her down on top of him.

“You are strong.” He leered. “But I like it better when we’re like this.”

Raven planted her hands on the floor and pushed up, only to be held in place by Conan’s grip around her waist.

“You’re going to have to do a bit more than that to get out of this grip. I am not getting in that shower.” He chuckled.

Raven took matters even further as she moved one hand from the floor to his crotch. Conan bit his bottom lip and his eyes rolled back as her fingers wrapped around his cock. Hardening immediately, he hissed. “That’s not fair.”

“Oh, yeah? Why not?” she asked, as she began to rub his burgeoning erection through the boxers.

“Because you wouldn’t let me do that to you.” He smirked.

“I will, if you let me put you in the shower.” She grinned back at him. “Don’t distract me. We still have a lot to talk about.”

“We can talk about whatever you want as long as you keep that hand exactly where it is,” he implored her.

Raven rubbed his erection a little harder before releasing him completely from his boxers. Her eyes never left his as she moved her fingertips over the head. Conan released his grip around her waist, slightly thrusting his hips toward her.

“I can do this all night, but what I won't do is touch this with any other part of my body until we finish talking about the girl. I'm going to go and come back when you're sober,” Raven told him, immediately pulling her hand off him and pushing herself up to her feet. She left her shorts exactly as they were, showing the soft imprint of her pussy. Turning around, she let him see her perky backside, peeking out just enough from the bottom of the leather. She turned back to face him, adjusted her clothes and cleavage, tossed her blonde hair behind her. “Make no mistake about this Conan...if I find out that you are indeed responsible for what's going on out there, I will do my job without prejudice. I don't care how hot you are or how big your cock is.”

She walked away from him, toward the door just in time to hear him mutter, “Shit, now I need to take that damn cold shower.”