Condemned and Chosen (Sins of Wolves: The Safe Mountain Series) Page 7

  “I can think of a few reasons why I’d flaunt around a sexy young thing,” Levi said, smirking.

  “You’re not the only one,” Brice said, crossing his arms and staring at Chuck. “Let me guess, they’re fucking them?”

  “Not always,” Romy said, pacing the length of the long table and seizing control of the conversation. “My father believed our greatest dangers were represented by the women who would be forced to give up their friends and neighbors in order to save themselves.”

  “Turns out, Romy—and her father—were right,” Chuck said. “Yesterday, when we rode into town, we went to see Senator Brighton. We arrived there thinking we’d find Molly.”

  “We would’ve preferred to have found Molly,” Duke said, turning to face Max. “I’m sorry man.”

  Max’s gaze hopped around the room before he returned to Duke and asked, “What are you sorry for?”

  “Brittany’s father, Sherriff Wyatt Marshall was leaving the Senator’s house.”

  Romy shook her head. “No, you’ve misunderstood his reasons for being there. Sherriff Marshall wouldn’t barter with a politician.”

  The room fell quiet.

  “It’s true, Romy. I saw him myself.”

  “Think about what you’re saying, Chuck.” She hurried to the head of the table. Willing him to pay attention to her, she quickly added, “Brittany is Max’s mate. She wouldn’t turn against the club.”

  “Chuck knows that,” Max said, rising from his seat.

  “Sit down, Max,” Chuck said firmly.

  “I’m not listening to this shit.”

  “You need to hear what—”

  “The hell I do!” Max stormed the door. “You think Brittany is like Molly? Do you?”

  “No, not Brittany,” Chuck quickly said. “But one of her sisters will betray us. Consider the facts, boys. Why would Sherriff Marshall go to Senator Brighton’s compound? I’ll tell you why. Sherriff Marshall has lost two daughters. We’ve assured him that his girls are safer with us, but he doesn’t have proof. Put yourself in his shoes. Maybe he’s negotiating with Senator Brighton in hopes of keeping his third daughter at home. There’s no doubt in my mind. One of his daughters will turn on us.”

  “And you think it’s Natasha?” Levi’s head popped up. “She’s too young. Plus, they didn’t have time to negotiate terms with her. Think about it. We grabbed her after the government’s forces already had her.”

  “And you think that’s a coincidence?” Chuck asked.

  “Maybe I’m wrong,” Romy quickly said, backing down from what she’d told him the day before. If Chuck planned to use the information she’d given him to cast a light of suspicion on one of her closest friends then she’d have to protect Natasha until she could convince him otherwise.

  “And what if you’re right?” Duke suggested.

  She shook her head in denial. “If the information I gave you leads you to doubt Natasha then I’m wrong.”

  Chuck narrowed his eyes and in that moment, she detected his disappointment. She’d questioned herself in front of their pack, the club members who would look to her for leadership when Chuck wasn’t around. Realizing she only had one chance to save herself, she paced the floor and stopped abruptly at the other end of the table. “If, and I’m not saying it’s possible, but if Natasha is one of the political leader’s snitches, we need to take precautionary measures.”

  “We’re listening.” Chuck propped his elbows on the table and his chin on folded hands.

  She scoured the room in an effort to pick and choose a few men who would safeguard and protect her friend until the truth could be revealed. “Brice, Duke, and Levi will spend every waking hour with her.”

  “Fuck that,” Levi said.

  “That’s the whole problem, isn’t it?” Her accusation was clear. “You can’t fathom the idea of sharing her with the others?”

  “This goes against our laws,” Chuck reminded her. “They can’t claim one of the young ones until we’re certain she isn’t mated to another pack member,”

  Chapter Fifteen

  “I ought to spank your ass until its blue.” Chuck marched in the bedroom madder than hell. “Just who do you think you are telling the guys to watch over Natasha?”

  “They can keep her in the trunk, Chuck. After a few days down there, Natasha will confess if there’s anything to confess. I know she will.”

  “How do you know about the trunk?”

  “Everyone knows about the MC’s secret room. Mama took me there soon after I arrived here.”

  He grunted.

  “And you’d better be glad. It’s important for all the women to know what to do in case of an emergency.” She frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me you were suspicious of Sherriff Marshall?”

  “We didn’t exactly make time for business last night,” he pointed out, moistening his lips as he thought about the previous evening.

  “You still could’ve told me.”

  “And you could’ve told me you enjoyed Molly.”

  “I guess Mama beat me to it.”

  “So you enjoyed being with a woman?”

  Her nipples gave away the truth before she finally said, “Yes.”

  “You didn’t think it was important to mention that to me?”

  “Are you jealous?”

  He grunted.

  “Sir, if you don’t mind my saying so, you’re making a lot of noise today, but you aren’t making a lot of progress.” She grabbed hold of the bedpost and slipped off her shoes. Keeping her hot gaze pinned to him, she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans.

  “Wait.” He enjoyed the look of surprise scribbled across her face as she halted her actions. Backing against the bed, he took a seat and motioned for her. “Now, come here.”

  Honoring his request, Romy stood in front of him and bowed her head. Her feet were several inches apart. She kept her hands clasped behind her back and her chest forward.

  “Kneel.” God help him. He was as hard as steel as he thought about watching her take him. The idea of feeding her his cock made his balls throb.

  Using his legs for support, she dropped to her knees. At the same time, he unhooked his belt and loosened his jeans. Dragging his cock from his shorts, he pumped the heavily veined flesh up and down, eying those luscious lips, that pretty little mouth that would soon devour him.

  “What do you want, sub?”

  “I want you, Sir.”

  “What do you want to do to me?”

  “I want to suck your cock, Sir.”

  “Of course you do,” he rasped, believing her.

  He tilted her head up and stared into her eyes. Her moist lips, the natural blush of her skin, and those hard nipples pressing through her T-shirt gave her away.

  “You’re not attracted to women.” He refused to believe it.

  “I’m attracted to the idea of turning you on.” She shifted her weight and inched closer to his groin. “Would it turn you on to watch me with another woman?”

  His heart stood still and that was enough of an answer for him. He remembered the fantasy he’d had, the visual of Romy riding his face while another woman sucked his cock. The daydream had been so real, too real. And now he couldn’t help but wonder why.

  “Give me head, baby,” he whispered, gripping his shaft at the base.

  Romy’s tongue snaked across his swollen cockhead and she drove her mouth down his shaft, sucking him to the base. She rose to the tip and watched him watching her. Then, she bounced over his cock with a giving mouth, drawing him to her throat and humming against his large size.

  “That’s it, Romy. Give it to me. Ah yes, darlin’.” He flung his head back and closed his eyes. His hips shot off the bed as she grabbed hold of the base and pumped him. “God bless, I’m gonna blow.”

  “Then blow,” she whispered, cupping his balls and sucking his cock.

  At that very moment, he lifted his head and stared down at her, watching as her lips surrounded him. And for a split second, just a
split unnerving moment in time, he imagined Rebecca there before him. Her pretty rosy lips puckered with his shaft.

  Groaning at the thought and cursing what he believed was a cruel mind game, he collapsed against the bed and dragged Romy atop him.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “Nothing,” he muttered, smothering her lips with his kiss.

  Pushing against his chest, she crawled over him. “I don’t believe you.”

  “We’ll discuss it later,” he rasped, wanting to tell her what he’d just seen but unwilling to stop the loving in motion.

  She stripped her snug T-shirt over her head. Her hair caught in the small neckline and she shook her locks free.

  Watching in amazement, Chuck pumped his cock and whispered, “Ride me, darlin’. Use me for your pleasure.”

  Romy laughed and bent to catch his cock in her mouth once more. Sucking the shaft, she vibrated against the stalk, pulling at his meaty flesh with a tight suction.

  Another guttural growl fell from his lips and he came to a jackknifed position. And for a split second, he thought of Natasha, of the pleasure she’d soon bring the men Romy had assigned to her watch.

  “Come here, sub,” he said, needing inside her, desperate to feel that indescribable closeness.

  She mounted him then and threw her palms against his chest. Her pussy slipped over his shaft and sucked at his cock, deliberately drawing him deeper and higher.

  “Fuck me,” he whispered, holding her hips and thrusting inside her.

  “With your sex drive, imagine how much fun we could have with a few more joining us in the bedroom.”

  “What if I don’t want to share you?” He narrowed his gaze on her nipples, those pretty tightened beads he longed to see nurtured with undeniable attention.

  “I want to share you,” she said, throwing her head back and shivering as her long locks fell across her shoulders. “I want to watch others enjoy you and witness that unguarded lust that exists in your eyes when someone else makes me hot and turns you on.”

  Understanding she realized how horny he’d been watching her pleasuring another, he flipped her to her back. He seized her hands and shoved them above her head before he entered her again, long-stroking her with a loving rhythm.

  “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

  She turned her head and accepted the kisses he planted on her neck and cheek. “Then give me you. Right now, all I want is you.”

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  “Have you told them what we have in mind?” Romy asked, looping her arms around Chuck’s middle.

  His hands fell to hers as he watched the friendly game of tag football. “Duke will never go for it. He believes Natasha is his mate.”

  “Wouldn’t we have known by now?”

  “Not necessarily.” He faced her. “Romy, you need to come to terms with the fact that Natasha may be a political insider.”

  “She was seventeen when she was brought here.” She started to say something then obviously changed her mind when she sealed her lips.

  “What is it?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Romy Nichole, we don’t keep secrets from one another.”

  Behind them, Natasha squealed. Still the epitome of vibrant youth, she ran a touchdown and threw up her arms in a victorious pronouncement. The fellows patted her bottom, swung her high in the air and carried her on their shoulders as if she’d been the most valuable player in the game.

  “I’ve been thinking about that first meeting in the sanctuary. You said you saw the Sherriff at Senator Brighton’s house, but you don’t know Sherriff Marshall like I do.”

  “I’ve worked with him during the transports.”

  “But you don’t really know the man, Chuck. He might have risked placing Brittany in political custody, but he wouldn’t have risked Natasha. She was his whole world.”

  “Romy, we have two of his daughters. He hasn’t seen or heard from either one of them since we brought them here.”

  “And that’s why I’m convinced he won’t let you have a third. If anyone is a traitor, it’s the youngest. When he calls for you to pick up Daisy, and he will, you’ll see. She’s different than her sisters.”

  “How?”

  She smiled. “Well, to be honest, she’s a lot like me.”

  He pointed his finger at her. “And here you are trying to convince the guys to share Natasha with us.”

  She wrapped one arm around his waist and pressed her cheek to his chest. As if no one else would notice, she slipped her hand in his slacks and pulled at his cock. “I don’t want just Natasha. I want Rebecca for you too.”

  At the mention of Rebecca, he jerked and pulled back. Remembering the day after they’d first mated, he recalled the two images he’d seen while he’d been fucking his mate, claiming his lovely Romy Nichole.

  Two illusions had left him breathless and while he’d meant to later share his short-lived fantasies with his mate, he’d never gotten around to it.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve had a few fantasies,” he admitted.

  “Shy little Rebecca is part of them?”

  “She doesn’t belong to anyone, Romy. The guys have already discussed it. No one believes she belongs here.”

  “Maybe she belongs to us,” Romy suggested, returning to the task of stroking him for all to see.

  “You’re a naughty little vixen,” Brice said, swatting her ass with a flag as he passed them.

  Chuck snarled. “Watch the hands, man!”

  Romy laughed and her laughter soothed that raging wolf, the unsettled beast living inside him. “If Natasha comes to our bed, they’ll be right there with her.”

  “They’re not her mates.” He was beginning to wonder if any of the single women belonged to the pack. The last claiming had been when he’d realized Romy belonged to him.

  No sooner than he’d begun pondering the mating situation, a brawl broke out behind them. Alarmed by the gnarling sounds filling the clearing, Chuck and Romy quickly turned their attention to the animalistic noises.

  Surrounded by three wolves, Natasha looked shocked, but not necessarily frightened.

  “What do I do now?”

  “Enjoy!” Romy called out to her. Then, out of the corner of her mouth, she added, “What were you just saying about her mates?”

  Chuck grimaced as he considered the obvious. “Surely they don’t all belong to her.”

  Romy steered him toward the patio. “You sound jealous.”

  Concerned, Chuck stopped abruptly and looked over the top of her head. “I’m just trying to figure out how a little thing like Natasha will handle those fellas.”

  Romy grunted. “Maybe they’ll let us watch sometime.”

  “Watch?” He laughed. “Hell, after they break her in, we’re joining them.”

  “I knew I loved you for a reason.” Romy stood on her tiptoes and peppered his lips with kisses.

  “You love me for a lot of ‘em.” He thumbed the field behind them. “Those four over there are just one small part of how I plan to spend my life driving you crazy.”

  “Are you saying they’re a means to an end?”

  “What can I say? My goal in life is to give you everything you want.”

  “And like I said, I knew I loved you for a reason.” Romy crooked her finger back and forth. “And if you’ll follow me, Sir. I’ll show you just how much.”

  The End

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  The second in the Sins of Wolves: Safe Mountain series

  Notorious Tramps

  Even big, bad, mated wolves can make the occasional mistake, but these shifters’ infidelities leave them groveling for more than forgiveness.

  Safe Mountain’s young women are up in arms when the MC provides protection for two broads with naughty reputations. Determined to claim her mates before one of the new gals seduces them, Natasha turns to Romy Nichole for help.

  Due to an unavoidable restriction, Natasha isn’t supposed to spend time alone with Brice, Duke, and Levi, but when Romy devises a scheme to help Natasha lure her mates to bed, Natasha’s men have two choices—claim the woman they love or risk losing her forever.

  Brice, Duke, and Levi recognize trouble traveling on legs when two of Sevier County’s notorious tramps ask the MC for a safe place to stay. Even though the three bikers are already promised to a young and beautiful mate, they decide to share the women between them and keep their illicit affair a secret.

  Soon after they fool around, the three men discover they’ve made a grave mistake. Will their errors in judgment cost them the woman they love or will their mate forgive their indiscretions? And what will become of the two vixens who led a few good men astray?

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