Her Billionaire, Her Wolf--The Novel(29)

Not all of them, though, sought to ally themselves with other urban wolves. There were some that did not recognize his authority as pack leader. Those shifters lived outside of the ancient laws and that made them unpredictable.

It made them dangerous.

The Twins were the perfect example of this. Perhaps, even, the two women were the new face of the urban wolves' future. Even less recognizable, yet maybe no less effective among mankind.

Unless even they are fooled by their own camouflage, he thought. That is a danger as insidious as any brought by our enemies.

Other wolves had accused him of it. They had said he and his kind had lost themselves among the humans. They had suggested that their memories had grown thin and that little or nothing of the true wolf remained within them.

Braze knew they were wrong. Adapting to the wilder-lands of concrete and macadam was simply another way for werewolves to flourish while hidden. He would have liked to convince the others of this simple truth, but even he sometimes wondered if the thinking of men had found its way into his logic and left no room for what the forest wolves valued most...their instincts.

The smaller door squealed as it opened with only a slight push of his hand. Rusted hinges announced a visitor's presence as well as any home's doorbell.

He stepped inside and was immediately assaulted with the thick odors of old engine oil, sawdust and grime. Wolfish eyes adjusted quickly to the dim interior as he picked up another scent beneath those of the abandoned warehouse. Tropical and light...feminine.

Coconut oil, perhaps with a hint of cucumber, both odors suddenly growing in intensity as an abrupt sound broke the silence.

There was a sound like a pair of firecrackers just as fire blazed upon his wrists, then low, at his ankles, something burning hot wrapped round him then drew tight.

Braze heard a grunt, then felt his arms drawn back hard at the same time his ankles were dragged in the opposite direction.

"Oh yeah...we gotcha now," a woman's voice said from one side of him.

"And we h'aint lettin' go, neither," he heard from the opposite side.

Black, braided leather was wrapped around his extremities. The fine, tapered ends of bullwhips expertly wielded held him fast and were drawing tighter by the second.

The women had been waiting for him to step through the door and were now fixing the handles of each whip into cranking, cargo pulleys. In their graceful fingers, the two spun the cranks fast, drawing the last of the slack out and forcing the alpha wolf's limbs spread wide.

"You left us high and dry, remember?"

A long legged beauty stepped before him. Her pink tongue slipped out from between lips colored a purple so deep they were nearly black. Long lashes and almond-shaped eyes took him in with a regard that slipped between deep, rich greys to a color of brown and burgundy.

"Agate," Braze said, nodding to the woman, "I had expected a somewhat warmer welcome."

She nodded and despite the pressing circumstances, he could not help but follow the line of her chin to a plunging neckline and on down to her heavy, full breasts.

“Yeah...well, we had short notice so this’s the best we could do,” she said, then leaned closer to him. Despite the urgency that had driven him to them, Braze's senses were on fire and he could not help but remark her pounding heartbeat and the answering heat it stoked within him.

"Don't get too close...not yet," a second voice said. The sound was low and delicious coming from the throat of the other woman.

Braze opened his mouth, meaning to explain to them that there was no time for any of this, when a black rubber ball was shoved between his lips then drawn tight within its shining chain harness that the woman named Opal fastened behind his head.

She stepped from behind Braze and pulled off a pair of thick leather gloves that went to her elbows.

"Ope...what's with the welder's mitts?" Agate asked.

The other woman shook her head, thick black hair rustling about her shoulders as she did it and said, "Oh, it's just a little something to keep him calm."

Agate started to nod, then snapped her head back to look at the other one, her eyes wide.

"Wait. That thing's not made with silver is it?"

"And what if it is?" replied Opal, "You and I both know that if Mister Big decides to shift, no amount of leather is goin' to make him stay put.

"Either we do it right, Aggie, or we don't do it period."

Eyes so blue they bordered on white and silver looked the other woman up and down, daring her to back away from what increasingly felt like a very bad move, but Agate did not flinch.

"Ok...so we do this," she said under her breath, then went straight for Braze's belt and zipper, shucking his pants down like a corn husk.

Agate went to her knees before him, then looked up and said, "As I remember it, you owe us a good time, Sparky."

Her words turned into a low growl as she dropped her head and opened her mouth wide to take him, all of him, between her lips.

Braze's words were stifled with black rubber and he could feel the sickening touch of the silver chains that held it in place locking him into human form. His anger blazed like an inferno, each passing second taking Sara further away from him, and he could do nothing as the woman before him brought him up rigid with unwanted desire while she used her talented mouth upon him.

Opal, her skin powdered snow white, surveyed them both cooly, then walked behind Braze.

He could feel the heat of her body as she leaned forward to speak into his ear.

"Sooner or later, baby, we always get our way. You get in the way of that and it only makes us mad. But what's worse is that we nevuh forget, sugar. Nevuh..."

He felt her step back from him then heard a crack at the same time heat blazed upon his back.

"Rumor has it that you like it twisted, right Sparky? Smack 'em around a little, then sex 'em up and beat 'em some more."

Another lash ripped across his back and despite everything, Braze could feel himself jerk hard between Agate's lips as she took him in long, deep strokes all the way to the back of her throat.

"So, we decided to turn it around on you...give you a taste of your own medicine."

Her voice was shaking and he knew she held nothing back as she struck him again. Hard, yet springing back after the object bent across his skin, Braze was sure that it was a rider's crop in the woman's hands.

And, amidst the heat rippling upon his skin, he could feel something cool trickling down in rivulets that were almost soothing. His own blood dripped under her punishment.

“Oh,” said Opal, “Ummm, Agate, he’s not healing....”

The woman on the floor slipped his member from her mouth and replied, “Well no, you dumb ass. It’s the silver. If he can’t shift, he sure as hell isn’t going to heal either.”

Agate plunged forward to take him once more and Opal struck him again with the crop, only he could feel that she had lessened the force she used and had dropped lower, nearly to his buttocks.

A long tongue slipped down his length and pressed upward, pinning his cock to the roof of her mouth, then she pulled back slowly before taking him in deep again.

The crop struck lower still across his buttocks and a tongue twirled around his member lifting him up as his hips shifted involuntarily forward.

With the little discipline left to him, Braze knew that he must regain control before it was too late, before none of it mattered any more.

So, he began to pull. Hard.

Opal hesitated, then said, “Aggie...I think we’ve got a problem.”

Despite his inability to take on his wolfish form, Braze remained an exquisitely muscular man and even as a human, his strength was redoubtable.

Black leather was drawn taut from his wrists, so much so that he could no longer feel his hands, but Braze pulled with both arms. He did it gradually, then released his efforts all at once, then did it again and again.

The braided leather began to bunch then narrow again with each of his efforts. And then, it began to fray.

A single black strand popped with a dull sound, followed by another just after.

The shifter named Opal said in nearly a whisper, “Agate...get back. I mean, right now.”

The rider’s crop clattered to the floor as one of the bull whips broke with the sound of a bass string plucked by a giant’s hand.

Then Braze’s freed hand was at his face, hooking his fingers under the fine silver chain holding the ball gag in place. He snapped it easily then flung it to the side before reaching down with a wolf’s speed to ensnarl his hand in Agate’s long hair.

“You underestimate me. Now finish, bitch, or I shall snap your neck like a dry twig.”

His voice was a terrible growl as his fury brought the wolf out from hiding. Thick muscles rippled while fur grew instantly across his skin. Backed away in to a corner, Opal saw that his color ran between deep greys and blacks, following the complex pattern of his tattoos perfectly.

There was a second twang as he broke the bullwhip from his other arm, then both hands were in Agate’s hair.

She looked up at him, seeing a half shifted wolf man towering over her. His deep amber eyes had lightened into gleaming shades of silver and yellow, as if the moon herself had slipped into the warehouse with him. But what rang fear through her like a stricken alarm bell were the bared fangs she saw gleaming white and so very long in the dim light.

In a flash, she calculated her options. Her first instinct was to shift and bite down hard. Her second instinct was of self preservation and she knew that the powerful hands that held her as much a prisoner as he had been only moments before, those same hands would wrench her head around and the last thing she would ever see would be her own backside. That was not an image she was dying to see.