Oh no, no. I was paralyzed with dread. “Please no, my lord.” Oh god. He is furious.
He picked up the cane again. He hit up and down my back between every word. “JULIET.crack!TELL.crack!YOUR.crack!ALPHA.crack!THE.crack!NAME.crack!OF.crack!YOUR.crack!FORMER.crack!MATE.”
I screamed in agony. I didn’t want to say it. I tried not to tell him, but I hurt so much. His fingers rammed inside my pussy. His tongue ran across his mate mark.
I wailed, “Bronc Baucaum! Iron Valor MC! I HATE YOU!”
Harrison laughed again, the sound dark and triumphant. “Good little slut,” he purred, dropping the cane and stepping closer. I could feel the heat of his body as he pressed against me, his erection pressing into my hip through the fabric of his pants. “Now let’s see if you can take what comes next.”
Before I could even think to protest, he was unbuckling his belt, the sound of leather sliding through the loops sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my core. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock—thick and hard and fucking massive—and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
He gripped himself with one hand, stroking slowly as he watched me squirm, his other hand gripping my hip tightly his claws extended, causing droplets of blood to form. “You’re going to take every fucking inch of me,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “And you’re going to like it.”
And then he was pushing inside me, stretching me open in one brutal thrust that had me screaming, my body arching against the restraints as he filled me completely. He was everywhere—his hands gripping my hips, his cock pounding into me with a punishing rhythm that left no room for gentleness or mercy.
I could feel every ridge, every vein as he fucked me, his hips slamming into mine with a force that drove me closer and closer to the edge. My pussy was soaked, clenching around him with every thrust, and I could feel the pressure building deep inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I was sure I’d shatter.
“That’s it, Juliet. There is only me,” he growled, his hands moving to grip my ass as he angled himself deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside me that made me see stars. “Come for me, Juliet. Let me feel that tight little cunt grab my cock.”
And I did. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, tearing through me with a force that left me gasping and shaking, my pussy clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. But Harrison didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, his pace never faltering as he chased his own release.
When he finally came, it was with a guttural groan that sent shivers down my spine, his cum flooding my pussy as he thrust into me one last time. He stayed like that for a moment, buried deep inside me, before pulling out with a slick sound that made my cheeks burn.
He stepped back, tucking himself back into his pants as he regarded me with a smirk. “That wasn’t so difficult now, was it?” he asked, his face held a smirk. “Just a few loose ends that need tidying up.”
And as I hung there, every inch of my body in pain, I felt the sting of my betrayal more than the sting of the cane. I wanted to die.
Chapter 29
Bronc
Wrecker waved his arms frantically, trying to get my attention as I paced the Panama coastline. Once I saw the giant of a man who looked like he was trying to get airborne, I turned and trotted toward our makeshift command center.
“I’m here, brother. What’s happening?”
The look on his face told me this was it. “Alpha, I believe we’ve finally gotten the break we’ve been waiting for. I just got off the phone with T-bone. He got a call from a woman looking for a Bronc Baucaum of Iron Valor MC. Said she had important information for him. Gave you 10 minutes to return the call. That was seven minutes ago.” He thrust a piece of paper into my face. “Here’s the number. Dial fast.”
I dialed the number and hit ‘speaker.’ Sweat dripped down the bridge of my nose as my team and I crowded around the old table, waiting for our contact to answer.
“Bronc Baucaum?”
“I am.”
Our informant was a doctor on the Harrison Pharma serum project who apparently had an attack of conscience. Her anxiety bled through every word as she delivered her message. I stood with my arms crossed, chin dipped in silent calculation as she told us what we’d suspected: the pharmaceutical lab was in CostaRica. A noisy, static-filled cell phone punctuated the dull murmur of the traffic outside of her location. Her nervous tone sharpened with conviction. It seemed clear she wanted these experiments stopped and wanted Juliet rescued. She stopped speaking after giving location details.
I cleared my throat. “Of course, I know this could be a trap you’re setting for us. I can only go on faith that it’s not. And in that spirit of faith, I’m asking, what defenses are we going to face when we arrive? How fortified is the location?”
“Dr. Hastings has grown complacent and overconfident.” She spoke with the slightest tone of disdain. I got the feeling she had some sort of underlying beef with Hastings. “There are guards, of course. But only ten work on a rotating basis. Since the lab is underground, only three men guard the perimeter at the entrance.” She went on to describe the interior hallways and holding cell locations.
There was one other woman, a shifter, besides Juliet being held at the facility. I asked her about the other shifters who were missing. She confirmed they had been used in experiments but had expired when those experiments failed. Her clinical attitude when discussing our brothers increased my fury. It was only Ryder’s steady hand on my shoulder that kept me calm enough to stay civil with the monster on the other end of the phone.
She continued, “Any sensitive area is locked with key-coded locks.” An email came through with a map of the facility that included the codes to the door locks. I couldn’t help but be suspicious of this woman, but this was our best hope of getting Juliet back.
“Where is Renda Bettencourt?” I asked when she wasn’t listed among those being held at the facility.
“Harrison pushed his experiments beyond her physical capacity. She did not survive.” She replied, her voice carrying the first sign of her humanity.
My blood was boiling. Juliet put herself in unimaginable danger for nothing. We all felt the futility of her rescue attempt that had set this entire clusterfuck in motion.
