Sweat sheened his golden skin, and his chest was slippery where it slid against her breasts. The sparse, dark curls abraded her nipples, and all at once she was coming again – a blinding flash of climax that had her gasping and swearing, thrashing and moaning as she clenched around his driving cock.
Her hoarse cries were the last sweet stimulus Cliff needed, and he shuddered and groaned as he found his release inside her.
They stayed locked together for a long time, breathing hard, giving little gasps of pleasure with each dwindling twitch and spasm, their sweat cooling on their skin. Spent.
Chapter Eleven
Cliff leaned back in his leather chair, glowering at the screen. He should be back in bed, wrapped up in Taylor’s arms. Kissing her. Biting her. Tasting her.
Instead, he’d snuck out that morning while Taylor slept, to meet up with Truman and go over what they’d found on ‘her illegal turning.
Which was nothing.
There were fourteen werewolf employees working at the Bronson factory. There were werewolves working at every business owned by the Bronsons, to protect the pack’s interests. They traveled off and on throughout the month so it wouldn’t be obvious that they were always gone on a full moon. They lived near the factory and regularly came back to visit the pack.
Truman had spent a long, exhausting night visiting each of them. He’d taken James with him and interviewed every one of them, with James compelling them to tell the truth. It had been easy; none of them had tried to resist, even Shelley, who had nothing to hide at this point. And every single one of them had truthfully said they had no idea how Taylor had been turned. They hadn’t bitten her. They didn’t know of anyone biting her.
When asked if they knew of any rogue werewolves in the area, one of them, Patrick, had shamefacedly admitted that he had a distant teenage cousin named Fergus he was hiding because the cousin had been kicked out of his pack in Montana. Patrick had reinforced his basement and locked the cousin in there on the full moon. He’d been doing it for a couple of months.
The rest of the time the cousin stayed at a campsite in the woods a few miles from Patrick’s house. The site was empty when Truman sent his men to check it. He’d gotten a picture of Fergus, and would show it to Taylor. He also had men stationed by the campsite now.
Even so, he couldn’t imagine how Fergus could have been the culprit – but he had to investigate every possibility. He also had to take Fergus into custody before he accidentally exposed himself, and turn him over to the Elders to decide his fate.
Patrick, of course, was in deep shit. He’d been recalled to the pack, and he’d be put on latrine-cleaning duty for the next year. He would also be taken to the town square at noon, a pack assembly would be called, and he’d be publicly shamed.
He’d have a very unpleasant time for at least the next few months. He’d been dating a girl who lived on pack lands, and she would almost certainly dump him.
The only reason he wasn’t in worse trouble was because Fergus hadn’t hurt anyone. As it was, three Elders had voted for him to be put down. Four had voted to give him one more chance, but they’d made it clear that if he ever helped another rogue, that would be the end of him.
Truman and James stood at the back of the room, stifling their yawns. They hadn’t slept all night. Of course, Cliff hadn’t either, but his reason had been much more pleasant.
He glanced at them. “You can go get some sleep,” he told them.
Truman left. James hesitated, waiting for him to leave before he asked Cliff, “So, did you remember to say something flattering and romantic to Taylor before you left your bed this morning?”
Cliff looked at him, puzzled. “I didn’t say anything at all to her. I just let her sleep.” He growled at James’ expression. “What now?”
James sighed with exaggerated patience. “You know nothing about wooing a human woman.”
“Yes, I think we’ve established that.”
“She’s in a strange place, and she just spent her first night with you. Perhaps a few words telling her where you were going and saying something flattering to her would have been in order. That’s all.” And James left.
Cliff groaned. Humans were so strange and complicated.
But Taylor was worth it. He knew that their mating was still on shaky ground, so he got up from his desk and headed back to his room to find her. Hopefully he could give her a very pleasant wakeup surprise.
* * * * *
Taylor woke up in an empty room, feeling vaguely disconcerted by Cliff’s absence. She sat up and looked around the room, searching for him.
The bathroom door gaped wide open, and he wasn’t in there. She glanced at the ornate grandfather clock. Eight a.m.
“I have no willpower,” she said to the empty pillow Cliff had rested on. “I said I wasn’t going to have sex with him, and then I sexed him. I didn’t last one day. Then again, who could really blame me? He’s more irresistible than Carol’s cookies.”
The pillow’s wrinkles seemed to indicate a frown of disapproval, so she punched it. “Keep your judgements to yourself,” she said to the inanimate object, and hopped out of bed to take a shower.
After she showered, she looked over her clothes, which Cliff’s servants had hung up for her in his massive walk-in closet.
