Savage Smoke (13 page)

“Well, according to Jasmine, these females will need constant stimulation until the drug wears off or they could actually go insane.” Trevor shoved the door closed against the steady wind and snow. It didn’t close tight, not after Damen kicked it in. “So what do you propose we do now?”

“It looks like these women can stimulate themselves or each other while I snap up the dumb-ass on the bed.” Damen stepped toward the bed, and the female filled with vibrators writhing at the end of the bed stretched and reached for him. “Whoa, what the—?” She grabbed the front of his trousers, working his zipper and sliding herself closer.

Trevor laughed. “Looks like you have a fan.”

Damen pulled the clinging fingers from his crotch and stepped back. “What the hell are we going to do about this…wait ’til they come around or fall asleep?”

The rogue howled his release, and it seemed all the females followed his lead, not with the howling, but each climaxed, their bodies shaking or jerking. No sooner did the culmination moment end, than another started. Rhythmic motion drove their bodies, when suddenly they all switched places. The female sitting on the rogue’s cock lifted off from him and positioned herself beside the female who laid at the end of the bed, pussies to faces, thighs opened, fingers and tongues busy. The dark-haired beauty over the rogue’s face moved backward, over his chest and abdomen. She skewered herself on his thick erection.

“Damn. Not sure how long I’m going to be able to handle watching, smelling their stimulation, and hearing all that moaning.” Damen covered the front of his jeans with his big hands. “I’m in pain.” He winced, then his brows arched, like he’d just had an idea.

“Hey, boss, remember our interrogation a few years back in Germany?”
Damen winked at Trevor.

“Yeah, you got someone you’re bringing over here?”
Chance answered.

“Giving you about five minutes, I’ll be handing off a humping jack-ass. He’s got three females in here all juiced up on that Startem. I’d say he needs a reality check on his equipment, might generate some needed info.”
Damen stared at the rogue, harsh enough to drill holes.

“We’ll have ’em trussed up and ready in two,”
Chance came back.

Trevor stepped around Damen and grabbed the female off the rogue. He set her down with the other two females and the women immediately formed a ménage orgy. Damen moved in a blur. He clutched the rogue’s balls, while his other hand fisted tight around the dude’s cock.

“Don’t you dare move or I’ll rip your wolf-hood jewels right off your body,” Damen spat. “Where the hell is Smoke?”

The rogue tensed, eyes wide, mouth glazed with the aftermath of the dark-haired female’s juices. “Eat—shit.”

Trevor saw Damen twist the male’s cock. The rogue screamed and sat up, both hands grasping at Damen’s.

“I—can’t breathe—let go. I’ll—tell.”

“Not letting go of anything. Now talk.” At that moment something dropped on the floor. Trevor and Damen jumped. The rogue screamed in pain.

Trevor saw the two vibrators on the floor. He glanced at the moaning females on the bed. They appeared oblivious to anyone else in the room with the exception of each other. He’d never seen the things they were doing to each other. “So that’s what females want.”

“Let’s leave ’em to it and take this tadpole back to our room.” Damen still had a grip on the male’s balls and cock, yanking him off the bed.

Trevor thought maybe the rogue swung both ways because he didn’t do much to dissuade Damen from handling his junk. Or maybe Damen’s hold felt more like a death grip. It made Trevor’s balls ache just watching Damen in action.

Trevor led the way across the snowy parking lot, billows of the white stuff still falling heavy. The door opened as they got close, and Chance waved them inside. As soon as they entered, Dir slapped a restrictor collar on the rogue.

“Do you always drag naked rogues by their nut-sack, Damen?” Chance chuckled.

“Only when the bastard refuses to talk and I’m a hairs width away from making him a eunuch.” Damen released his grip and shoved the dude forward. He stumbled and fell across the bed, ass side up. Then he flipped over and stopped, frozen in action.

Trevor followed the rogue’s focus. The two captured males sat tied to chairs, back to back. Black hoods covered their drooping heads, restrictor collars blinked around their throats, and fresh blood dripped off the chairs from between their thighs. A big mark of blood stained the crotch of their jeans.

“Dammit, I’m about ready to puke if I see any more of this rogue’s dick. I think he’s ready to give it up like they did.” Damen jerks his head in the direction of the two hooded rogues.

Chance raised a bloodied silver knife. “Hold him down. If he ain’t squawkin’, we’re done talkin’. Just like his castrated friends, pleasure time is over.”

Chance headed toward the bed, the rogue struggled to get away. His face reflected shock as he whimpered. Trevor played an assumed role by pinning the Lycan’s legs down while Dir pressed the top half of him into the mattress. Trevor couldn’t believe Chance would do something like castration without seeking council from the Elders, but trust was never an issue between the two of them, and it wouldn’t be now.

“One last time before we defile you in the worst way a Lycan can be. What are Smoke’s plans?” Chance wiped blood off the knife onto his shirt and then waved the silver blade over the rogue’s flaccid cock.

Chance caught Trevor’s eye and winked. Immediately, Trevor relaxed into his role, knowing Chance was playing with the rogue.

Damen reached over the male’s abdomen and grabbed his dick, stretching it up. “There ya go, boss. Clean cut. Or do you want to start with his nut-sack?”

“Stop. I said—stop!” The rogue’s breath panted out like he’d ran hundreds of miles. “Put that knife away and I’ll talk. But, you’ll have to protect me afterwards. Or I ain’t talkin’.”

Chance swung the knife so fast Trevor knew a severed bloody dick would be lying in Damen’s hand. The rogue screamed and passed out. Only a fine line of blood formed on the stretched cock. Trevor looked up at Chance.

“Trev, you’re about to get an education on how to retrieve information,”
Chance said. “Great plan of action, Damen. Don’t know why I didn’t think about this with the other two. We could already be on our way. It’s going to be morning before we get out of here.”

Damen slapped the rogue’s face, first one cheek and then the other. “Wake the hell up, you shit-faced bastard.”

He woke up screaming.

“Listen you idiot panty-waist, your dick’s still attached. Now, tell us what we want to know, or it won’t be.”

Trevor watched Damen’s hand fist the guy’s cock again and squeeze.

Tears rolled from the corners of the dude’s eyes and his lips trembled, so did his voice, “He’s collected human females.” He choked, wailed a sob, and then continued, “They’ve gone through the blood ritual, tomorrow night they’ll be in their first full moon shift.”

Damen had to let go of the guy’s cock and stand back as Chance got in the rogue’s face. “How many women?”

“Fifteen. Three are here to be taken to Rymes for testing. Smoke plans on impregnating all of them as soon as they complete their shift.”

“What’s his purpose in all of this?” Chance leaned inches away from the guy’s face.

“To create his own pack, train the younglings, eliminate the ways of the Elders, and create a new league of Lycan.” The rogue closed his eyes. “You might as well kill me. I’m as good as dead now.”

Smoke

Smoke stared into the most beautiful emerald green eyes he’d ever seen. He sniffed the air in vain and couldn’t detect any kind of scent from her.

“You won’t find me that way,” she stated, gaze glued to his. It intertwined with his, connecting them as if a live wire ran between them.

His heart hammered inside his chest, chipping away at his rib cage. Focus had a drive of its own, and minutes ticked by while they simply stood in front of each other. Lindsey brushed against his shins, startling him into awareness. She scooted out from between him and the female with the gorgeous eyes. Lindsey sat on the blanket a short distance away. He noted absently she didn’t attempt to run, but dismissed any thought of her in the next instant. His attention was completely drawn to emerald eyes.

The female continued holding his gaze, almost as if she compelled him, but he knew she didn’t. He simply couldn’t pull himself out of it. Balled-up emotions inside him purged forward and grabbed onto this female’s bold stare. His cock thickened even more. He suddenly wondered if he’d lost control. Then the green-eyed beauty reached forward, snapping his attention to her fingers drawing circles around his nipples. He panted and wanted her.

“You’re not what I expected,” green-eyes whispered. “Something crazy is happening between us. What are you doing?” She pinched his nipples—hard. His hips thrust into her pubic bone of their own volition, as if she drew his cock like a lodestone.

“Nothing. What are you doing?” he choked out. She still had a tight hold on his nipples, and the pain pleasure she created whipped through him like a silver blade. Another uncontrolled thrust of his hips met with one from her.

She pushed him back until he lay across a flat rock and then she climbed over him. Her blonde tendrils swept over his skin, lighting a blaze wherever it touched.

“I’m going to have you,” she whispered next to his ear. Her tongue grazed a trail over it, sliding along his mutilated jawbone, until her lips settled over his and her sweet tongue plunged between them.

He opened to her, not understanding the why of it, but knowing the want of her came at him like an inner explosion. Smoke couldn’t resist the invitation. He would have taken her without it, claiming her seemed unquestionable. She broke away from the exploration of his mouth and looked down at him. His cock twitched.

“Tell me your name before you have your way with me, green-eyed siren,” he whispered. Their heated language conspired between them best in a whisper, and Smoke wasn’t sure the why of this either.

“Bliss,” she spoke it against his lips, the vibrations of it sinking through his conscious and sub-conscious layers, lighting fires all the way to his soul.

Who was this Bliss woman who just upended his whole being, his whole world, without one tiny flinch when she looked at him for the first time? Bliss the bold, who pushed his buttons for control, and he gave it over to her willingly?

He slid his hands over her curvy ass and up her back, slipping them beneath her small breasts. He pinched the hardened centers, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped, her moist breath hit his lips and another whip of electricity slashed through him. Her upper body snapped up, his fingers still latched to her breasts. She moved ever so slightly, knees planted on either side of his hips, her pussy hovering over his groin, heat radiating against his cock.

She arched into his fingers and gripped his cock with both of her hands, guiding its head across the hot moisture gathered in her crevice. Bliss rubbed herself over the tip, her hands squeezing his length while her hips curled back and forth, creating a friction he found irresistible. Then the softness of her warm wet center enveloped the head of his cock and he couldn’t stop the thrust of his hips that followed.

Bliss sighed, a sultry moan, eyes closed, her rippling vagina walls adjusting to his width and length. He impaled her, his hips raised in the air above the flat rock. His cock twitched inside her tight passage. It squeezed around him. Her breath panted out in a howl that gripped him on the deepest spirit level, her wolf calling to his. He settled his ass back onto the rock. Bliss raised herself off him, then immediately slammed down, enveloping him in her heat. She leaned her upper body backward, his cock clenched at an angle and she rode him, pumping across his length.

Smoke lifted his head enough to watch her pussy at work. It hardened him even more, prickles combing over his scalp and his balls tightening.

Bliss fell forward over his abdomen, and pumped up and down in a wild frenzy, voicing the approach of orgasm in wispy pants of breath. Her tongue curled around one of his nipples and then she pulled it into her mouth and suckled. Every cell fired from his nipple to his cock, releasing the pressure in his balls. He came instantly, and so did she.

Her body shivered hot against his skin as her passage convulsed around his cock. He gripped her hips, thrusting into her until he was completely empty. He released his hold on her, but she didn’t stop moving or suckling. She latched onto his other nipple, sucking so hard she could have drawn any semen left in his balls.

Smoke’s cock stirred inside her, demanding more. She bit his nipple, clamping her teeth over him. Pain shot straight to his cock like an electric shock. He bucked into her, and she let go of him.

“You want rough.” He growled. He sat up with her on his lap. Her legs spread wide, his cock embedded inside her.

She twisted his nipples and held them.

Again, he bucked into her, and she released his nipples.

“How rough?” she asked.

He twisted her nipples, and she automatically arched into his fingers, gasping.

“Take me hard.” She moaned. He lifted her off his shaft and stood, draping her body over the flat rock, ass end up.

Smoke saw movement from his peripheral and turned in time to see Lindsey dressing. She plopped back down on the blanket she’d spread on the ground a short distance away in her clothes, coat, and boots. Bliss wriggled her ass into him, again drawing his complete attention. He swatted her ass-cheek.

“Is that all you got?” She growled.

“Smoke,”
Buster’s urgent voice punched into his hazy lust-filled thoughts.
“The LIIA are close, at the border. They grabbed two of our guys, but I don’t think they knew about Reed and the females, although we can’t contact him as of yet.”

“How many agents?”
Smoke backed away from Bliss and dropped himself over the rocky ledge of the hot spring to rinse himself.