Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM (Werewolf New Adult BDSM Romance. Bad Boys of BDSM.) (9 page)

Moira whispers something in the winged man’s ear and he turns to me and Rita. After placing a hand on top of my head then hers, he closes his eyes and his face wrinkles from concentration. It feels like someone is reaching inside my skull and squeezing my brain.

“It’s true,” he tells Moira. “Pierre and Andre turned them.”

Moira’s cold eyes sweep over us again. “And you two didn’t consent to being changed?”

“No, being a werewolf wasn’t in my plans,” I say.

Rita shakes her head. “Yeah, vamping out wasn’t on my bucket list.”

Moira focuses on Regina. “Can you get us to the lair fast?”

Regina shakes her head. “I’m drained. I had to make two portals already. I need to recharge.”

Adam leans toward her. “I’ll take you to my place when this is all over.”

She smiles. “Thank you.”

Looking to Brigette, I expect to see some jealousy. I’m confused by Adam and Regina’s flirting. Back in the cell, the vibes all seemed to point to Adam and Brigette being together, but now I’m not so sure.

“We’ll take the cars.” Moira’s voice rings with an air of authority. “Make and entrance.” She gives a wily smile. “Adam and Brigette, you can bring your little team.”

The cyclops woman throws Adam a set of car keys. Outside, we’re led to a black BMW.

Before we pile in, I turn to Brigette and ask, “What’s going on here?”

Her hand stops on the front passenger side door.“We’re going to arrest my father and Andre. I needed to prove his guilt to the Glamour leaders. Gabriel read you.” She points to the winged guy who is climbing in another car with Moira. “He saw my father’s mark on you, and Andre’s on Rita. When a monster turns you, they leave a psychic brand on you.”

“That’s why I saw you in that vision,” I blurt out.

She gives me a confused look, but then realization dawns on her face. “A monster is always bonded with the ones they make. So, yes, it sounds like you got a peek at my father’s life. That happens with the first transformation usually.”

I climb into the back beside Noah, and Regina joins us.

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” Noah tells the others in a low voice. “After what happened to Malcolm, I shouldn’t have.”

Brigette looks at him through the rearview mirror. “And I’m sorry I helped Dad kidnap you in the first place, Noah. I shouldn’t have let him manipulate me.” She touches Adam’s leg before he starts up the car. “Glad you’ve got some closure on your brother’s death.”

Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “What did they do to Malcolm? Can I get the whole story here?” I know I’m being insensitive, but I’m tired of being in dark.

Noah turns to me. “Malcolm was Adam’s brother. I met him and Adam when Pierre and Brigette trapped me in Glamour. He had evidence to prove Pierre was turning humans without their consent and blackmailing fairies.”

“When I decided I wasn’t going to help Dad anymore, Malcolm and Adam brought the evidence to me,” Brigette adds. “They had digital recordings of Dad and Andre talking about their plans. We were going to turn them over to Glamour’s leaders, but then Malcolm turned up dead and the smartphone he had those files on went missing.”

“He was poisoned by silver,” Adam says. “But we couldn’t prove Pierre did it.”

“We went to the Glamour leaders, but we had no concrete proof. Until now.”

Once more we return to the lair. The Glamour leaders storm the place and we move in to back them up. We find Pierre and Andre, along with those wolves loyal to Pierre, in the basement of the skyscraper. They’re gathered around a long, wide table filled with documents and maps. Most of them stand as we burst into the room.

“Pierre Gévaudan, Andre Hallway.” Moira stares them down, and the Glamour leaders move in close so none can escape. “You, and those gathered here, have broken the laws of Glamour. You’ll be held in one of the lower levels until your trial.”

Pierre struggles as the bald, blue monster binds him with an arc of electricity he produces from his palms. His eyes narrow in on Brigette. “I can’t believe you betrayed me.”

“You betrayed all of us, Dad.” She sounds sad. “I was stupid to go along with you.”

All the prisoners are led out and a large black van has pulled out up front. The Glamour leaders load the criminals inside.

“What’ll happen to you?” I ask Brigette as we stand on the steps and watch the van doors slide closed.

Sadness lingers on her face when she looks at me. “I don’t know. Just have to wait and see what the leaders decide.”

Moira returns to our group and stands in front of us, staring us down like she’s an army admiral. “You three.” She points to me, Noah, and Rita. “Adam will take you back to the human world and he’s going to keep a close eye on you. One screw up, and I’ll have you back here so fast your heads will spin. Then I’ll either execute you or exile you to the lower levels. Got it?”

I gape at Noah, but I nod my head, careful not to keep this vampire leader waiting.

“Good. Keep your mouths shut and your monster side under control.” Her attention moves to Adam. “Have them back here once every three months. Just to check in.” She focuses on Brigette next. “Come with me.”

Brigette gives us a concerned glance, but she follows the vampire without question. My heart lurches, and though I’m glad to be safe and headed home with my friends, I hope Brigette will be all right. I wonder if we’ll ever see her again.

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Chapter 13

Two weeks later

You were awesome tonight,” Noah says, as I peel off my pleather pants (fyi, those things stick like a bitch when you’re sweaty and fresh off the stage) and throw them over a chair in our bedroom.

“Hey, so were you. I’m glad you’re sharing lead vocals with me.” I go to him and wrap my arms around his neck. “It’s great to have you back in the band. By the way, we should start auditioning some lead guitarists.”

He kisses the tip of my nose before saying, “You don’t want to keep doing it?”

I shrug. “It feels weird having three members. I’m superstitious about anything less than four in the band.”

He laughs at this. “Okay, let’s talk to Regina and set something up soon. Now, I think we’ve earned some quality alone time.”

This is Noah’s code word for sex.

With his arms still around me, Noah walks us over to my dresser and slips open the top drawer. I keep my sex toy stash in the top two compartments.

He pulls out a rabbit vibrator and twings the ears on the little plastic animal that strokes the clitoris. “I’ve missed using these on you.”

I dig my hand into the pile and pull out a paddle with a velvety red surface. “I’ve missed it too.”

His eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise, and he puts on a bad faux accent somewhere between English and Aussie. “Young lady, are you asking me to spank you?”

I giggle. “It’s good to see you have your sense of humor back, too.” Then I hand him over the paddle.

He runs his wide palm over the flat surface. “Okay, I’ll spank you, but on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I get to handcuff you to the bedpost.” He points to one of the four white pillars that supports a canopy.

I cross my arms over my breasts and give him a saucy look. “Deal.”

His lips spread in a sexy grin. “Good. Take off your clothes.”

We both get undressed fast. He tugs me into his arms and his hands cherish my body, cupping and squeezing my ass, caressing up my back, exploring my breasts with hungry hands. Then he turns me so I’m pressed against his chest and his hard cock brushes over my cheeks. After he places a kiss to my temple, he leads me to the bedpost, a pair of silvery handcuffs in his left hand.

His palms skim up my arms, raising the small hairs there. It tickles, and goosebumps, along with a shiver, follow. His hands clasp my wrists and place them against the cool, smooth bedpost. He snicks one handcuff shut, loops it around the pillar, and then fastens the other to my wrist.

“I’m going to tease you like crazy,” he says, before kissing me breathless.

Next he sweeps the soft paddle over my shoulders, and when its touch leaves me, he peppers kisses over my sensitive skin. The velvet surface caresses along my spine and his lips follow after it, along with hot licks from his tongue. He traces circles over each butt cheek, arousing me further, until my pussy throbs. Then he rains little bites along the small of my back. I let out a little  moan that makes him laugh.

Strong hands urge my legs wider apart then massage me from knee to upper thigh. He also skims a trail over this tingling flesh with the paddle, then he torments my wet sex with it. He slides the edge between my labia, brushes it over the side of my pussy, then rubs it into my clit. More moans escape me and I arch my back to give him better access. The more he rubs, the more my hips sway in time with the pleasure he delivers.

He swirls the paddle over my nipples in soft circles and sensation spikes through the taut tips, zipping straight to my pussy. Lips close around the hard buds and suckle until they throb and I let out a long groan. My sex is so wet and ready for him. I squirm and clank the handcuffs, wishing I could bury my hands in his long, dark hair.

The plush surface strokes under my breasts then caresses my rib cage, moving lower while my horniness climbs higher. This feathery touch moves over my stomach and the muscle in my lower abdomen tighten from expectation. He tortures me still, skimming the paddle so close to my mound, then between the crease of my inner thigh.

“Spank me or fuck me,” I beg. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“I’m going to torture you.” His words are throaty and the laugh that follows is pure evil. “Isn’t that what I promised? Don’t come until I tell you to.”

This command draws a moan of disappointment from me, but I also know the release will be that much sweeter because of the denial.

The tip of his tongue flicks over my clitoris, igniting the fire there until it’s a blaze. I buck into his face, trying to take more of what he has to give, but he digs his fingers into my hips and holds me still.

“Fuck me with your fingers,” I plead.

“Not yet. Be a good girl.” His words are followed by a sharp rap to my ass that only makes my desire hotter.

His fingers explore my labia, tease my wet slit, while he continues to eat me out. I’m on the edge of climax when he stops, pulls away, and smirks up at me.

“Not yet.” His smile taunts me, and I hate him and love him in that moment.

He stands up and slides behind me, pressing his hard body and cock against my back and ass. “You want to come so bad, don’t you, sweetie?” His sensuous tone mocks my need. “It’s driving you crazy.”

“Yes, oh yes.” I breathe, growing dazed and frustrated by my unsatisfied lust.

His palm slips down one butt cheek then probes my sex. He steps away enough to place the paddle against my warm skin. As his fingers rub and pinch my clit, he draws the paddle back and gives my ass another stinging slap.

I let out a cry and rock forward. My eyes flutter shut as heat floods my body. I want him inside me so bad, right now, but I know he won’t let me orgasm yet. Bastard.

Those fingers curl and stroke my g-spot, sending pulses of bliss through me. When I rub my ass against his cock, I earn another strike from the paddle. I gasp as the stinging pain radiates through my ass and makes my pussy twinge.

Once more he kneels before me and eats me out while he keeps the paddle pressed against my left hip. His free hand slides between my legs, and fingers slip into my soaking pussy, curling and exploring until I’m on the edge of coming again. But he denies me still, pulling out and taking his mouth away.

“Not yet,” he growls, and another slap jiggles my rounded bottom.

“You’re an asshole,” I say in a breathy voice.

This earns me another slap.

His mouth returns to my sex, pleasuring it until I’m dizzy from the need for release. I beg again, and this time he gives me the permission I want. “I’ll make you come now, sweetie.” He laps once at my clit before he adds, “Then I’ll fuck you and see how many more orgasms I can get out of you tonight.”

This sends a thrills shivering up my spine.

Sensation fills my mind, chasing away every thought as he once again flits his tongue over my clit. I fist my hands against the bedpost and ride this wave of ecstasy. His fingers slip back into my pussy, curling and stroking with that expert precision, and my euphoric fog grows. I buck into his face frantically as a wave of bliss breaks inside of me and crashes through me. The orgasm leaves me with trembling limbs and ragged breath.

He stands and slides behind me once more, bracing my body against his strong chest. “Enjoy that?” His rough voice tickles my ear.

“What do you think?” I rasp out, and this earns me one more slap that makes me squeal. Then he tosses the paddle to the mattress and massages my red, tender cheeks. He soothes away the sting.

Kisses are feathered along my jaw line, down my neck. His hands roam from my ass to my hips, then over my stomach and up to my breasts. He pinches the nipples and squeezes my firm flesh.

“Bend more,” he tells me, pressing a wide palm into the center of my back. My ass juts out and he spread my legs wider as he positions himself between them.

His cock glides between my labia, then he teases my sensitive clit with his plump glans. I whimper and shimmy my hips, trying to urge him inside of me. But he plays his games again, pulling away so I can’t have him just yet.

As he circles one arm just above my waist, his penis thrusts into me and I sigh. He drives himself deep, filling me completely. My cunt stretches then envelops him tightly, eager for more bliss.

He fucks me in a slow, steady rhythm, raining kisses down on my neck as he does so. His tongue flicks into my ear then his teeth nibble the shell and lobe. The hand at my waist slips lower, over my trimmed pubic hair, until his fingers find my clit and glide over it, sending fresh euphoria zinging through my brain.

You like this, sweet Merry?” he croons. “Want to come again?”

“Yes, please… Oh please…”

His fucking grows faster, harder. “Not yet.”

When I let out a groan of disappointment, he squeezes my ass with his free hand then slaps it hard. I let out a shrill cry, elated by the surprise pain but also enraged by his continued torture.