Page 49 of One for the Money

Eyes closed, breaths timed, and the will to see this through got me the winning ride. Erik managed to work two fingers into my ass with spit, pussy lube, and determination. It was the last thing I needed to get me over the hump and turn me into a convulsing mess of euphoria. I almost forgot to swallow as Bear came in my mouth, and Erik coated my insides with his cum. Erik wasn’t finished with me yet. He pulled out, scooped up his cum, and used it as lube to shove his dick in my ass.

Thank fuck Bear pulled out of my mouth in time for me to rear back at the intrusion. Erik decided to help me the rest of the way, grabbed my throat, and slammed me against his chest.

His lips brushed my ear as he spoke, “I’m going to hold you here with my cock deep in your ass as Bear makes you squirt again. I want to feel you try to snap my dick in half as you come, little siren.”

Bear looked a little surprised but willing to go along with things as he moved closer.

“You see what you’ve done to us? How you’ve trapped us in your spell and made us crave you,” Erik continued, rocking his hips to fuck me while his hard-on still lasted.

The feel of Bear’s two fingers entering my swollen, sensitive pussy was almost too much. My eyes rolled back, and I shouted my pleasure. That is until Erik’s grip tightened, cutting off the sound.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make the same mistake again,” Erik reassured me.

With how charged my body already was, it didn’t take long before I was trembling, fighting for air, and on the cusp of climax. Bear’s lips wrapped around my nipple, and he bit down, then tugged sharply, letting my nipple slide out from between his teeth. That was all it took, and I was coming, squirting, and gasping in lungfuls of blissful air.

This was the start of a great fucking day that ten out of ten would highly recommend.

Hidden behind a newspaper, I watched as they sat in the café. It had been later than I expected, but the telltale glow of her skin and the easy smirk on her lips told me what distracted her. Today, she didn’t try to cover the stitches with anything more than a bandage, making my anger churn knowing the bitch behind the attack.

“Would you like another coffee, sir?” the waiter asked with a smile I’m sure many found charming.

“Yes, only this time I could do without the addition of your phone number on the napkin,” I answered, not looking up from the paper I wasn’t reading.

The man faltered at my reply, the cup clacking on the saucer drawing some attention. “Of course,” he muttered and left.

I was no saint, and a man had needs. Sex also happened to be one of the easiest ways to get a mark to believe that what was between us meant something. Man or woman, you can claim sex is just sex until it isn’t. It was my job to make them convinced when I made that step and slipped between the silk sheets to ravish their bodies—it meant everything. Unfortunately for them, I was exceedingly good at my job, and I would get what I came for without an ounce of guilt when I vanished from their lives.

Now, it was finally time to get the prize I’d been denied for the past two years. This wasn’t a job, and there was no con or ulterior motive. For the first time in my life, I’d found someone immune to my skills and flipped the script, as it were, on me. For two long years. I watched, waited, and learned everything I could from any source I could wring the information out of. My dedication to understanding this prize better than anyone ever had led to discovering information that made my blood boil. It brought me to tears when one source had photos of the horror she’d endured. It felt like a dagger being twisted in a heart I didn’t know I still had.

Of course, I couldn’t let this person live or for those images to ever be seen by another living soul. Using all my connections, I hunted down any trace of them, digital or physical, and wiped them from existence. No one would ever be allowed to see my treasure at the lowest point of her life. She was so much more than that—a brutal, ruthless, sensual goddess who made men piss themselves.

Pull yourself together, you blathering prick. This is no time to lose sight of the mission.

“Your coffee, sir,” a woman said, placing the cup on the table. “Anything else I can get you?”

It would seem my not-so-subtle admirer had decided not to return after the brush-off. Another time when I wasn’t blessed with the sight of my treasure, I might have taken him up on his offer. While she possessed my heart and soul, my dick wasn’t willing to forgo pleasure while I waited for this chance. It didn’t care who or what gender provided the release it craved as long as it was available for the taking. I knew Bear and his unwavering loyalty to his goddess would never allow him to take pleasure from someone other than her now that she’d realized the depths of his devotion.

However, this new man, Lieutenant Doctor Erik Kollar, once of the specialized ops unit, Ghost Division, was still a bit of a mystery. While I’d gotten some information on him, there were a few sealed files and records I hadn’t been able to lay my hands on. Looking up what I could about Erik’s past, I knew he joined the military as a way to escape his shitty home life. As far as I could tell, he’d only officially dated women, but when I looked into the men who’d been in his unit, I got the feeling he might be open to other options.

Letting out a sigh, I folded my newspaper, tossed back the double shot of espresso, left money on the table, and headed out of the café. If I’d stayed much longer, people would start to remember me being there. Subconsciously, everyone noticed who stayed too long or left too quickly, whether they realized it or not. The act of being invisible wasn’t as mystical as people made it out to be. Once you understand the human brain and how we process information, it’s easy to manipulate.

“Excuse me,” I said, stopping two teenagers before they entered the café. “Could I ask for your help? Do you see that woman at the table with those two men? Well, she’s my girlfriend, and I’m having her do a scavenger hunt where I propose at the end. She thinks I’m still out of town for work, so I can’t be the one to give her the first clue, or it will ruin the surprise. I had our friends help me get her here, but I didn’t want them to cheat, so I kept things a secret from them too.”

The girls looked thrilled to be included in my plan. “We can totally help out,” one said eagerly.

“Wonderful.” I smiled and pulled out a small red envelope. “Give this to her and tell her happy hunting. She’s going to try and get you to tell her what’s going on, but I can trust you to keep her in the dark, right?”

Both girls nodded and giggled as one took the envelope. “This is just so exciting. I hope she says yes.”

“How could she not? Everything about this is so romantic,” the other pointed out. “Come on, I can’t wait to see her reaction.”

I stayed long enough to watch them enter the café and head right for my intended target. All morning I’d been placing clues while I waited for her to wake up, so now all that was left was to see if she’d play my game. Who was I kidding? There’s no way a wolf could turn down the thrill of a hunt, especially Evonnia Zuccaro.

Out of the odd things that have happened in my life, having two giggling teenagers hand me an envelope from a mysterious man wasn’t one I’d thought of. I carefully felt the envelope, trying to see if it was filled with anything that might kill me, but all I could determine was a letter was tucked inside.

“Are you sure you should open that?” Erik asked, peering over my shoulder.

“Where’s your sense of adventure, Big Red? If I chose not to open every mysterious package I was given, then life would be rather boring, don’t you think?” I challenged.