Page 11 of Stalk of the Town

He chuckled and rolled us. I lay flat on my back with him looming over me. His arms bulged, holding most of his weight to prevent him from flattening me into the mattress. “That would be mighty nice.”

The southern drawl thickened when he became aroused. Not that I needed that to tell me when the stalk poking at me between my spread thighs was enough of a clue.

Before I could get my bearings, my well-used ass, which needed little prep, burned at how he stretched me, but it quickly became pleasure with how he rolled his hips, gliding in an inch at a time.

My breath became choppy, my cock and ass both showing their approval; they leaked all over him by the time he was fully seated inside me. He dropped his head, his mouth claiming a kiss that matched the slow, measured pace of his thrusts. Within seconds, I was soft and pliant in his arms.

He liked to fuck like this, slow and thorough until I became weak and mindless. He loved my dominant side, yet he also wanted this. Who was I to argue?

An hour later, out of the shower, dried, and dressed in jeans and a sweater, I stood at the stove with a pan of eggs, humming softly. I didn’t recognize the feeling immediately, but as I focused on it, I understood it was utter contentment.

You need to come to the house.

I started at the sudden intrusion from Burke, the spoon I had in the pan, jerked and flicked egg all over the top of the stove.What is it? Are the babies coming?I dropped the spoon, reaching to turn off the heat and gaining Goliath’s attention.

No. Butch is here, and Leonidis is losing his shit.

“Crap!”Why?

“What is it?” Goliath asked, moving swiftly for someone of his size, lifting me clear off the floor, and checking me over.

“It’s not me.” I kissed his cheek, loving the tingling feel of his bristles. “Something is wrong with Leonidis. We need to go to the pride house.”

He didn’t question me, just carried me out of the house to his truck, making my heart tremble with how much I loved it. A few seconds later we were on our way.

Burke, why?I asked again, noticing he’d not answered me.

Nothing, all I got was static. Alarm ran through me. Goliath must have got a dose as he sped up and sailed through an amber light. He didn’t offer any words that folks normally did to fill an uncomfortable silence. I was grateful for it as I kept searching for a pride member to answer me. Everyone seemed to be focused on something… or someone.

My foot tapped in the footwell, bouncing with each passing second. It took forever to get to the pride house, and Goliath hadn’t gotten the truck in park before I was out the door, rushing into the house.

The snarling came from the kitchen, so I ran in that direction. There on the floor was the sheriff and Leonidis in his lion form, claws out, on the chest of the stalk. His mane was on display, his teeth bared as he snarled down at the stalk.

Maximus paced at the side of them, talking. I could hardly hear him over the noise that Leonidis was making. Goliath swept me up and tucked me onto his hip as I went to step towards Leonidis.

Butch, his expression wasn’t of fear, more of… shock?

No, Drew. You could get hurt.

Leonidis would never hurt me.

Goliath’s gaze went to the couple on the floor, and one brow rose.This isn’t Leonidis. Something is wrong.

“What happened?” I asked Ricky, who also stood in front of Burke in a protective stance.

There was no sign of Gordon, Red, Tim or the babies, which was probably a good thing with how Leonidis was roaring.

Chapter Eleven

Goliath

I wanted to believe that what Drew said was true, but the lion growling with his claws out looked pretty serious to me. There was no way I was letting my mate anywhere near the lion. The scars in the fur revealed he’d been in a few fights. I was a strong stalk, and I didn’t want to hurt one of the pride members, but I would do anything to keep Drew safe, anything.

“Butch is Leonidis’s mate,” Ricky whispered, like he was almost scared to voice the words aloud. Like it might set off the lion once more.

I wasn’t sure who was more shocked by this, me or Drew, who gasped and slipped his arms around my neck, clinging tightly.

One look at Butch and I opened to the parcel, because this was an emergency. Mates didn’t act this way.

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