Emily's Captive (A Lilly Town Shifter Novel Book 2) (8 page)

Emily had just blown the third compound they’d
hit, but there was still no sign of Stacy. She
knew they probably wouldn’t find her so soon, but
that didn’t mean she wasn’t getting pissed off
about it. She wanted her sister back.

She didn’t know what to do. She was trying to
take her aggression out on the Hunters, but that
went only so far.

“Jason, I want her back now,” she said as they
walked back to their SUVs.
“We’ll get her,” he said.
“We’d better find her soon,” she growled out.
“Emily, I want her back just as much as you
do,” he said.

“I doubt it. You don’t even know her.”
“I know that, but the sooner we get her back,
the sooner I can get back home and away from your
growling,” he retorted.

“Not as badly as I want you to go away,” she
said under her breath. She felt someone grab her
arm and pull her away from Jason. She growled at
the owner of the hand as she turned and saw Paul
there. She growled some more. He shouldn’t be
touching her.

“Calm down,” he said, letting go.
“No, I will not calm down.”
“Jason is here to help, you need to let him do
his job.”
“I’m fucking frustrated! We haven’t found
anything.”

“We will find her. If we knew where she was,
she’s be home, but we don’t. We have to keep
looking. There is a chance that the next one will
be the one. Maybe we’ll find her there.”

“I’m starting to wonder if it was them who took
her,” she whispered. “What if we’re looking for
her in the wrong place?”

“You said you scented one of the Hunters.
You’re always right when it comes to that, so why
are you starting to doubt yourself? You have
reason to believe it was them, so believe. Just
take a deep breath and stay strong. You need to be
strong for Stacy,” he said sternly.

She knew she needed to keep faith and stay
strong, but that didn’t make it any easier to do.
She took a deep breath and nodded, walking away
into the woods.

Paul watched as Emily walked away. He knew
she’d make it to the hotel and that she could take
care of herself, but he was worried about how she
was taking everything. She was getting so stressed
and she wasn’t the killer he knew. She wasn’t the
same person who had locked him up. He wanted his
killer back.

“She’ll be okay,” Jason said to him.
“How do you know?” he asked.

“Because she’s Emily. She’s stressed and
getting discouraged, but she’ll be ready for the
next compound when we attack it, and however many
after that. She’s tough. She doesn’t show her
emotions very often, but even when she does, she’ll
be battle-ready when the time comes.”

Paul nodded and walked the rest of the way back
to the cars in silence. Emily was standing next to
one of the SUVs waiting for them. She was leaning
against it, stretching her legs. At least he knew
she was okay physically.

Zeke had been watching over Stacy for a few
days. She seemed pretty much recovered, but he was
still keeping a close eye on her. He didn’t want a
repeat, so when he got reports of raids on
compounds, he sent Richard to investigate.

He knew why they were happening and he knew
Richard was the one who had caused them. He should
be the one to take care of them.

“How are you feeling today?” Zeke asked when
he saw her open her eyes.

Since going into her cell to clean her up, he
hadn’t been afraid to go in and sit with her. He
now kept a chair in there so he could sit next to
her.

“Good,” she said with a small smile. He knew
she didn’t like it in there, and he wanted to
release her. He didn’t understand why, but he did.
The only problem was Richard. He wasn’t afraid of
the man. He knew exactly who he was and how badly
he wanted to get rid of his boss, but he was cutthroat, and that’s what made him a good second in
command.

He’d learned with Paul to not be so trusting
and give up some of his control. That would never
happen again.

“Do you need anything?” he asked.
“Water?”

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” he answered with a
smile.

He walked out of the cell and grabbed a bottle
out of the fridge they kept in the room. It made
feeding easier. “Here you go.”

Zeke watched as she drank. He didn’t know what
to say to her. It seemed like she knew everything
about him, where he knew nothing about her. He
didn’t want to scare her into silence again, so he
just waited for her to talk.

***

Richard watched Zeke with the girl. He
couldn’t allow it to continue, Zeke was becoming
too trusting of her. He was just waiting for her
to overpower his boss and escape. She wouldn’t get
very far, but he would hate to have to kill her.

He’d have to make sure to take her with him on
the next trip. There would be another one, he knew
that. He knew the raids were for her. The
shifters wanted her back, but they wouldn’t
succeed. He’d just have to make sure he broke her
before they found her.

Emily was getting frustrated and wanted to talk
to Paul about the search. She needed to feel like
she was doing something, even if it was just
reviewing the areas they were going to be attacking
next.

She knocked on the door and not so patiently
waited for him to open it. When it finally swung
open, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of the
muscles in front of her.

He had an eight pack, with water droplets still
clinging to him from the shower. And his arms,
wow, she could only imagine seeing them flexing as
he worked out. Her mouth watered, wanting to lick
that water off of him.

“What’s up?” he asked her.

She mentally shook her head to clear it and
looked into his eyes. She could see the laughter
contained in them.

“I, um, I wanted to, um, go over the next
compound,” she said.
“Why don’t you come in?” he said with a smile.
“Sorry, I just got out of the shower.”

Emily walked in and turned around, looking at
Paul’s very muscular back as he closed the door.
Every muscle flexed as he moved his arm to push the
door closed. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes
off of him. He was magnificent.

“So, what did you want to know about it?” he
asked her as he turned around.
“I just wanted to go over it again,” she said,
staring at his chest.

“Okay, we’re going to New York, one of the
larger compounds on the East Coast. It is a
possibility, but it’s most likely a training
facility. Either way, it’s still a good idea to
take it down,” he said, staring at her.

She could feel his eyes on her, burning into
her skin and warming it. She nodded and moved her
hand to his chest, feeling the damp, warm skin.

***

When Emily touched Paul’s chest, he couldn’t
hold back any more. The way she looked at him when
he opened the door had his cock perking up and
taking notice. He tried to keep it together, but
the way she kept looking at him made it hard.

“Emily,” he whispered, and pushed her against
the wall behind her. He grabbed her hair and
tilted her head back, slamming his mouth on hers.

She tensed at first, but then relaxed, gripping
Paul’s sides. She arched her body into his and
moaned into his mouth.

He was in heaven. He picked her up by her hips
and wrapped her legs around him, pulling her close.
Paul couldn’t hold back. He ground his cock into
her, enjoying the friction and showing her just how
much he wanted her.

“Wait, wait,” Emily said.

He pulled back, not wanting to, but knowing he
had to. He wasn’t going to push himself on her,
well, more than he already had. “Okay,” he
whispered, putting her down and stepping back to
give them both space.

“I just… I just need a minute,” she said, and
moved over to sit on the bed. She seemed to think
better of it and moved to a chair at the desk.

“Okay, let me put a shirt on,” he said, and
went over to his luggage.
“You… you don’t have to. I just…” she said and
stopped.
“You just what?” he asked, sitting on the bed
across from her.

“I’ve never…”
He raised his eyebrows. “Never?”

“No, I’ve had sex, but I’ve never fucked anyone
I kind of liked. It’s always been one night
stands.”

“Oh, really? You’ve never had a relationship?”
“Do I look like the relationship type of girl?”
she asked.
“You do have a point there,” Paul said.
“Thanks,” she said flatly.
“So, now, why did we stop?” he asked. It was a
valid question.
“Because… I have no idea…” she said, before
pushing him back on the bed and kissing him.

Paul pulled her shirt off, wanting to get her
naked and writhing before she had a chance to stop
him again. He ran his hands up her back, massaging
her. When he reached her bra, he tried unhooking
it, but seemed to have trouble. Normally he was a
little more suave, but for some reason, he was
having problems.

“I’ll get it,” she said with a little laugh and
sat up, stretching back to unhook it and pushing
her breasts out. Paul ran his hands over her
stomach, feeling the flat, smooth skin. He
couldn’t seem to get enough of the sleek softness
that was her.

Emily came down on him and devoured his lips.
He was getting drunk on her kisses. He never knew
she could be passionate like that. He always
thought her to be cold and impersonal, but he was
so glad to be wrong. He had always hoped he would
be.
***

Emily loved the taste of Paul. She couldn’t
seem to get enough of his spicy taste. Paul moved
his hands to her breasts and kneaded them. She
couldn’t believe how good it felt. She moaned into
his mouth, enjoying the sensations of his hands
touching her.

“Paul,” she moaned, wanting skin. She needed
more.

He seemed to know what she wanted and reached
one hand down and unsnapped her jeans. Instead of
pushing them down, he pushed his hand inside her
panties and touched her.

Moaning wasn’t enough. She screamed. It had
been so long and it felt so good. Needing more,
Emily pushed him off of her and stood up.

“What?” Paul asked. He looked so heartbroken.

She slowly pulled her jeans down, adding a
little sway to her hips as she gave him a show.
She loved the moan he let out. He must really like
how she looked. Good to know. Next, the panties.
This time she let them just drop to the floor. She
needed him too much to waste those precious
seconds.

Paul held out his arms, wanting her to climb
back into them.

She hesitated, sensing something there. She
couldn’t say if it was love, but there was
definitely something. She wasn’t sure if she could
handle it.

Then she saw the bulge in his pants. That had
her almost jumping him. She heard him grunt, but
didn’t care when he grabbed her hips and started
grinding against her.

***

Paul knew he had to get out of his jeans. He
had to feel her wrapped around him. He couldn’t
wait. But first he had to taste her. He flipped
Emily over and heard the surprised squeal out of
her. It turned into a moan as he started kissing
down her neck. She moved her head, giving him more
room.

Emily seemed to like it. He licked a path from
her collar bone to her ear, enjoying the small
shiver he got from her.

Moving down, he took one of her nipples into
his mouth. He loved that they both pebbled for him
at his touch. He leaned back to see it had turned
a nice dark red. Emily reached up, pulling him
closer to her. It seemed he’d found one of her hot
spots. When both nipples matched, he moved down to
her stomach, taking a taste of her belly button.
She gave a little laugh and squirmed. It seemed
she was ticklish. When he kept going, he was kneed
in the stomach – seemed she got violent when she
was tickled.

“I’m sorry,” she said. He looked up and saw
her face turning bright red. Aw, that was so cute.
She was embarrassed.

“I think I’ll live,” he said, and went back to
devouring her body.

He kissed her inner thighs, feeling the muscles
contract as she writhed under him. He wanted to
tease her some, even though he was hard enough to
pound nails.

Her hands were in his hair, apparently
directing him. It seemed she wanted him to taste
her as much as he wanted to.

Kissing his way to her center, he inhaled her
scent. It was soft and warm. Perfect. He
couldn’t hold back any more and started licking her
folds.

She screamed his name.

Apparently she enjoyed it. Paul let out a
little laugh and sucked on her clit. He couldn’t
get over how good she tasted. He could spend all
day just licking her and pleasuring her.

“Paul,” she moaned.

It seemed she needed more. He did too. If he
didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to get a
serious case of blue balls.

Crawling up her body, he pushed his pants off,
needing to be naked. Paul slammed his lips onto
hers and pushed inside her. He just couldn’t take
it anymore.

Her muscles clamped down on him, squeezing him
as she screamed out her release. He couldn’t move.
He didn’t want to come too soon.

He waited out her orgasm, then very slowly
started a rhythm. He was determined to make her
come again. When she started moaning, he grabbed
the headboard and slammed into her repeatedly,
working toward both of their releases.

He could feel the tingling in his spine and his
balls pulled tight. He had to make her come again.
He reached down and rubbed her clit, receiving more
moans in return.

Just before he spilled into her, he felt her
coming again. He slammed his mouth down on hers
again, taking her screams into him as he emptied
inside of her.

Making sure he didn’t fall on Emily, he moved
to the side as he slid out of her. He was
surprised when she moved into his arms and fell
asleep.

He wasn’t sure how to feel. Happy? Scared?
He didn’t know, but it wasn’t really something he
was going to worry about at the moment. He was
just going to savor it while he could.