It was almost like she weighed nothing at all for that one moment, like she was one of those model-thin girls that she envied on the magazine covers—and then, just as suddenly as El had blinked at the fact that she was lifted in the air, a sudden yell tore out of her as Marcus speared her downwards, impaling her on his cock.Her eyes rolled back.Her head fell.Her legs kicked.
El was pretty sure that she would never feel an equally pleasurable pain in her life as she did that moment, feeling Marcus thrust all the way inside of her, his hands on her hips as he held her down and forced El to adjust to his length, breathy moans pouring out of her mouth as she squirmed, desperate for motion but still so warm and tight as she dealt with the sudden shock of him inside of her.
They sat like that for a moment, her warming his cock with short, breathy moans as she tried and failed to get used to his size, the fact that they had been at this for nearly a year, and she was still as tight as she was dawning on her, and then just as suddenly being fucked out of her brain with a sharp, sudden thrust upwards, one that ceased any and all thoughts that El might have had.
Slowly, beneath her, Marcus began to fuck her, his fingers drifting from her hips to her pussy, still spreading her wide as he thrust into her, forcing her to look out at the beautiful compound that she ruled as he began to fuck her senseless.
If he had his way, the whole pride would see her then, bearing down on his cock eagerly and allowing herself to be dominated by him as his bites and kisses left a myriad of bruises against El’s skin that sat flush with his.There would be no way that anyone wouldn’t know that she was an owned woman by the end of the day, by the way that Ryan’s scent coated hers and Marcus’s soon would too, as well as the heavy painting of wine against the porcelain skin of her neck.
He’d have her walking around dripping with Ryan and his cum, and any lion that was stupid enough to so much as glimpse her would know that she was theirs.
Chapter5
This was a bad idea.
Shawn genuinely knew that this was a bad idea.
The only problem with genuinely knowing that something is a bad idea is the fact that it doesn't change the fact that it's the only idea that you have and that if you don't act upon your bad ideas, then it's very likely that things will end up getting worse as a result.And therefore, there he was, standing by a wire fence with a baseball cap on his head and another man not that far away from him.Another lion man.One of his shifter brothers.
They'd recently started insisting that he referred to them as that, and so, in cases like this, he gave in.Largely because he didn't want to upset the man, nor make him overthink things and begin to wonder why the two of them were standing outside by said fence and how exactly his companion had gotten the connection that they were supposed to be talking to.
Because Trip wasn’t an idiot.
Shawn was pretty sure that somewhere, in the back of his mind, Trip was wondering why Shawn had a contact who was involved with the hunters and how he had managed to maintain it for so long.But so long as he didn't give him an excuse to talk about things, then he didn't have to reveal the truth.Not yet, at least.
Hopefully, not ever, if he were lucky.Especially since revealing the truth of his situation likely also meant revealing to the other fathers of his precious daughter that he was involved with hunters, and as a professional dad himself, Shawn could understand if that would be the strike capable of getting him completely removed from Destiny’s life.
After all, nothing was more important than her safety, and if he had to identify a possible security risk?Yeah, someone with ties to hunters would definitely be among the rankings.Shifter or not.
Which… thinking about it…
Shawn turned back to look at his companion once again, his eyes scanning him up and down as he mentally debated over whether or not he would actually have to warn him about the obvious.Trip Knew that they were currently talking with someone who had hunter ties, but Shawn wasn't fully sure if Trip knew that he wasn’t, under any circumstances, allowed to reveal Shawn’s recently discovered shifter heritage.
It was bad enough that he’d already had to practically douse himself in cologne to hide it, still too unaccustomed to the realities of being a shifter to remember to ask the Pride to put in a prescription for him to pick up the hormone-altering pills that everyone else took as well—the ones that shifters took when they wanted to hide their scents from other shifters, or hunters who knew how to smell them out.But Shawn still hadn’t exactly fully come to terms with what he was, and if he had to guess a person who was less likely to understand exactly what was going on with him, it was Xavier.
Xavier and Shawn had met during Afghanistan, in the early days of the war, before things went too far and the world fell even more quickly to shit.Before, El was a part of his life.
Those were the days when he was young and dumb, when he got tangled up with the hunters and had to fight his way out of becoming an initiate.Thankfully, Xavier wasn't exactly associated with any larger hunter groups, which meant that he wasn't as offended by the fact that Shawn had decided not to take to the hunters' vow, largely because it didn't affect Xavier in any one way or the other.But still, Xavier thought to comment on it the few times that he'd seen him since, asking Shawn if he’d ever regretted it.
Only once had Shawn thought to ask Xavier if he regretted it.
Coincidentally, it was his answer then that made Shawn trust him for the rest of his life, the look in his friend’s eyes being one that few outside of active combat would ever understand.“I regret it every night,” he had said in a voice that said far more than Shawn would ever care to repeat.
Sometimes, when you did something you knew was wrong, when you hurt people you knew didn’t deserve it, and you had to wake up the next morning and clean yourself off and pick up that gun once again—sometimes you saw them in your dreams.Their faces, the glimpses you had of them, and the people they could have been.
Shawn knew exactly what he was talking about then.He had those nightmares as well, the things that he did overseas never really leaving him.But when Xavier had said it to Shawn, he’d also further reaffirmed the young man’s decision to never return to a life like that ever again.
He wouldn’t be a hunter; he wouldn’t be a soldier.He signed up to be a bodyguard the next day.He met El; he fell in love.
He became a father.
And all because of that one bar talk.
Ever since then, he’d trusted Xavier.Probably more than he should have, to be honest.
He’d admitted to Trip earlier that day that the guy he was meeting to get more Pantera intel was a hunter, the very same one who had been fucking a panther shifter on the side, but he’d omitted parts of Xavier’s story and of hunter culture.Trip didn’t need to know that every notch on the knuckle of Xavier’s left hand represented a shifter that he had killed, that he’d paid off his house and multiple cars with the money gained from hunting shifters on contract.He didn’t need to know that at the end of the day, Xavier wasn’t just a murderer, but he was the best one in the country.
Largely because he was of the opinion that certain things should live and die with soldiers.It wasn't his duty to out everything there was when it came to hunter culture.At least not yet, but if one of those bastards so much turned an eye in the direction of his mate or his daughter, then it very likely would become his job.He’d gladly spill everything he knew about the organizations if that meant protecting them.
