Untamed Force (Force of Nature Series) (9 page)

“I love the way you smell. Like rich
earth and nature.” She pulled the boxers down until just the crown was out and
licked the very tip. “And you taste like…hum, like the best chocolate I’ve ever
had.”

“Stacy, please. A man can only take so
much teasing.” He wrapped his fingers into her hair. “Take me, baby. Please, I’m
begging you.”

She did take the tip into her mouth and
worried the full head with her tongue. Pulling the boxers off while she took
him, she left them at his knees to reach up and take his balls gently into her
palms. His growl this time was punctuated with harsh breathing and a few “Holy
Christs.”

She lost herself in what she was doing.
His taste, his texture. Never had she known how a part of the body could be so
hard, yet remain so smooth. So hot, yet not burn when she touched him. When he
pulled her head off his cock he looked crazed. She licked her lips and moved to
take him again.

“Enough. I need to come or fuck you. I
can’t…Christ, you’re going to kill me.” He stood her up, pressed her head down
on the hood, and he stepped up behind her. “You’ve made me insane with need. I
hope to Christ you’re ready.”

She knew she was and, if she had not
been, his rough words would have done the trick. As soon as her pants were
ripped from her she felt his hand come down on her ass. Nothing in the world
had ever felt this good and so painful at the same time.

“Take me. Now, Dallas, take me or, so
help me, I will figure out a way to—mother fuck.” He slammed into her deep. Her
thighs were going to be bruised in the morning, but right now, all she could
think about was him fucking her. Over and over he pounded into her. When he
reached around to her pussy and pinched her clit she came apart with a scream.

“Again,” he commanded. “Come again.”

She felt her body tense for several
seconds, then it came apart again. When he stiffened behind her, his cock so
deep she could almost imagine it touching her womb, she came when he shouted
out his own release. Even as her own climax jerked and took over every nerve-ending
in her being, she felt him bite deep into her shoulder, the pain bringing
another smaller, but no less fantastic, climax from her. When he dropped over
her completely, his body limp against hers, she closed her eyes. As she drifted
away, letting herself be pulled under, she thought about simply sleeping here
for the rest of her life because there was no way she was going to be able to
move again.

Chapter 7

His house was gone. Rich looked around
the driveway and couldn’t believe that someone would come here and burn his
house to the ground. And the way it looked, not even the fire engines had been
in. He kicked a wad of something and watched the ash scatter in the morning
air. He was glad now that he’d not been home. What if he’d been inside
when…well, he was reasonably sure that they would have wakened their leader. Then
he frowned. There was no one left to save their leader.

There were some prints, but mostly, they
were smeared and without substance. He was looking for paw prints or even
booted prints, but there were none of those either. And the scent was just too
smogged up with soot for him to smell any one thing. Then there was the added
smell of all the things, furniture, clothes, as well as food in the pantry and
kitchen that had burned as well.

The car coming up the drive had him
jumping for shelter. After the past few days that he’d had, he was nearly
afraid of his own shadow. Not that he’d admit that to anyone, but he wasn’t
going to look brave only to get killed for no reason. He was hiding behind a
tree when he saw the unknown car pulling up. Humans.

“See, I told you it was a mess. I wonder
who lived here.” The female got out of the car and walked to the hood of the
car. “It’s creepy looking, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess. Tell me again why we’re
here. I thought you said you had something amazing to show me. This place looks
like a dump.”

Rich started to step forward and add to
the dump by killing them both when he saw the gun in the man’s pants.

“If we’re going to get some miles behind
us we should head out.”

Rich thought about attacking them both
and stealing their car. But after yesterday? He shuddered. No, he’d stay hidden
until he could get a better grip on what the fuck was going on.

He’d been on a run and out for blood two
days ago. Nothing, not even a stupid field mouse, was around. When he finally
got to the lake at the other end of his property he’d had to lie down. It had
been a long time, years he guessed, that he’d been out, much less on a run.
Then when he’d been drinking from the water he got a good look at himself.

Dirty—no, that was too tame for what he’d
been. Filthy. He’d been so filthy that he’d not even recognized himself. His
eyes, usually a nice warm brown, were dark, black almost. His fur was matted
and singed in places where he’d gotten too close to an electric fence. His left
paw was sore where he’d walked on the road and it had been hotter than he’d
thought. Then jumping out of the way of a large truck had him turning his right
ankle. Even shifting last night hadn’t eased the pain and he’d had to sleep in
the outdoors. Someone was going to pay for this and he knew just who it was
going to be.

Austin Force.

A man’s name said so much about the
person. His name, Sterling, was to him just what he’d wanted in a name. Authentic,
real and true, of genuinely high quality. Excellent. When he’d been looking for
a name, something more than the name he’d been born with, he’d found several
before he’d come across the word Sterling. It had served him well over the
years and now it had followed him to pack leader. Unlike the name Force.

It gave the connotation of being strong,
but when he’d looked it up he only saw what it could mean, to use against a
person, as he was sure anyone would. Physical power to overcome or restrain a
person. Physical coercion or violent physical power or strength exerted against
a person. Everything that he’d ever want in a name. And as soon as the man was
dead he’d take his name too.

And he was going to kill him. There was
no doubt about that. As soon as he figured out where he was and where the fuck
his brother was he was going to hunt him down, tear him limb from limb, and
then bury him in a marked grave so that when he wanted, he could go there and
taunt the bastard.

He thought about the fact that he’d
stolen Georgia from him as well. The whiny bitch was probably right at this
moment telling them things like, “Rich has starved me,” “wouldn’t let my
children go to school when work needed to be completed,” and more than likely
that he’d killed her mate. All of this was true, but she had no right airing
what had happened between his pack to another master. The engine starting
brought him to the present.

The man was driving this time and Rich
actually thought about attacking the female, but was still sore from yesterday.
He limped out of his hiding place and watched them drive away, thinking how
lucky they were that he wasn’t up to par. He looked back at his house and
wondered who he could blame for this and decided it might as well lay on the
Force bastard’s head. He made his way to the cave he’d spent a cold night in
last night, cursing his fortune.

He had a great deal of money, thanks to
his people. Laughing, he thought of all they’d given up for him to be a rich
wolf. But without transportation, clean clothes, as well as even a cell phone
to call for help, it might as well have been kindling. He walked into the
darkened area and sat next to the pit he’d tried to build a fire in. He hadn’t
been able to get that going either and decided that Force was going to have a
lot to account for when Rich caught up with him.

Closing his eyes he reached for Harvey
again. There was nothing. As if he was hitting a hard wall. He knew his brother
had to be suffering about now. He could barely go an hour without wanting
something to ease his pain.
Some pain,
he thought nastily
.
The
stupid man didn’t even know the pain he was causing his brother right now. Rich
looked at his ankle and decided that it was getting better. There hadn’t ever
been any swelling, nor had he had a bruise. He knew it had to have been broken
or at least badly sprained. He wasn’t going to admit, not even under threat of
death, that he’d not really been hurt all that much, but hadn’t been in the best
of shape and thus had fallen. He’d admit that to himself sure, but not to
anyone else.

Rich thought about his life. Not about
his parents very much if he didn’t have to. They’d died almost before he’d
realized how worthless they’d been. Not even a pot to piss in, his brother used
to say, but they’d been happy. Harvey was a sap too, he decided, and had
probably overstayed his usefulness. It was time for someone new anyway.

No, he thought about his mate and child.
Mostly his child. At the moment he couldn’t recall her name, something common
no doubt. But she’d been deformed, he remembered. And a deformity like hers
made her not worthy of him being her father. How on earth would anyone want a
child that had no scent?

Rich had blamed it on her mother. Nothing
like that could have happened because to him, his genes were superior. Then
there was the fact that he was sure his mate had lain with someone else and she’d
done something during her whelping to make it so he’d never know. It was purely
speculation on his part and probably not even possible, but it had made him mad
when he’d heard one of the others speaking about it. The child hadn’t even
looked like him. Her fur was…well, he couldn’t remember right now, but thought
it was gray or something.

Of course, the man had been joking more
than likely, but Rich hadn’t liked the idea. Nor the man. He’d killed him first
then everyone he could remember being in the room when the comment had been
made so that no one would think his mate had stepped out on him. After that,
killing for the pleasure had been something he found he became good at. And it
helped him move up the ladder to where he was now. Actually, it was very easy.

“And see who’s alpha now.” He looked
around the cave when his voice echoed around him. He knew he’d spooked himself,
but didn’t like the idea that it’d been so easy either. He was not going to be
one of those people who went insane because things weren’t going his way.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered so that nothing
would sound around him. “Tomorrow I’m going to go and find the prick, get back
my property, and then rebuild. They’ll come running back to me once I show them
what a weak, spineless piece of shit that Austin Force is.”

Closing his eyes, Rich smiled. Yes. He
was back now. And he’d show all of them that, while he might have been down, he
certainly wasn’t out of the game yet. He frowned slightly. He would have to
deal with the council, but if he tossed enough money their way…well, it was
going to be very costly to put himself back where he belonged. But to see the
look on their faces it would be well worth it.

~~~

Dallas awoke and reached his hand out
for Stacy. Damn but he’d never slept so well. Opening one eye when he’d gotten
nothing but cold sheets, he rolled to his back and was disappointed to find
himself in the bed alone. He looked down at his hard cock and thought about
what he’d have to do to his mate to ensure that she stayed in bed until he got
up. Him, not his cock, though that had its merits too.

He could smell bacon frying and decided to
go to the kitchen to get Stacy when he remembered that he still had guests. Three
families were staying in his house until they could find them suitable homes in
the area. Austin had thought that it would be a good time to expand the pack
housing, but didn’t know just how to begin. Dallas had a few contractors coming
out today to see what they could do. Heading to the shower instead of the
stairs, he took a quick one and was dressed in less than five minutes. He
entered the kitchen, glad that he’d remembered the people as it looked as if
they were helping put food on the table.

When the little girl saw him she dropped
the plate she was holding and then dropped to the floor in the glass. He rushed
to her only to have Stacy step in front of him.

“Slowly. These children are not used to
strange big men who are nice to them.”
He looked at the little girl then back
at Stacy as she spoke through their link.
“She is terrified you will send
them back, as are the rest of them.”

Dallas nodded and walked slowly to her
and helped her stand. He tried his best not to look at her. One glance at the
terror in her eyes had him wanting to find the bastard who’d done this to them
and pluck his fur out one follicle at a time.

“Here we go, little lady. No harm done. I
didn’t much care for these plates anyway. I think my brother gave them to me.” Actually,
his mother had and he knew she’d forgive him the lie. These were his favorite
plates. “Let’s see if you cut yourself when you fell.”

Her legs looked like twigs. He figured
she had to be at least seven or eight and should have strong legs and certainly
less bruising. Dallas remembered this child having been beaten the night they’d
come here and he looked up at her with a smile.

“I was trying to be careful. I swear I
was.”