Page 25 of House of Wolves

“Brick,” I whisper. I don’t mean the words to leave my lips, but I’m too lost to think about anything but him. The moment my ears pick up the break in silence, I tense, waiting to see if I just ruined our silent contract. His scruff rubs up my neck, and his teeth graze my lobe. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Carmen.”

My moan mixes with my sigh of relief. I work my hips harder against him, rubbing against his shaft in a desperate motion. One of his fingers enters me, just a taste of what it would feel like wrapping around him. “Oh, God!” I cry, not afraid of words anymore.

“Jesus Christ, Carmen, you’re so tight. I’d rip you in half.” He’s not lying. Just from the impression on my backside, I know he’d stretch me in all the right ways. He inserts another finger, fucking me harder as if to get me ready for what I hope is to come.

I reach behind me to grab him, but his other hand snakes underneath me and holds my hand against me. “No, I’m too close,” he says through gritted teeth. Jesus Christ, he’s about to come just from rubbing against me. My dress is up to my stomach, but he’s still wearing his slacks from the night before. God, I want to feel his hottest point on me—in me, stretching me to my breaking point.

He inserts another finger while applying pressure to my clit with his thumb. “So good,” I murmur, biting my lip as if the words are involuntary. He increases his pressure and speed at my words. I bet he’d be so responsive, so eager to please. Wet sounds fill my eardrums as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. I’m so close to the breaking point I barely notice the shift happening behind me. It’s slight but obvious. He’s growing larger, all of him. His skin toughens, and as he presses his top teeth against my clavicle, I swear I feel the impressions of fangs. If I were in my right mind, I’d turn to catch his transformation, but I’m too lost, his dick rubbing against me, his fingers deep within me. Nothing could bring me out of this moment, not even an obvious monster grinding behind me.

The fear, mixed with intrigue, brings me to my breakpoint. I cry out, “Brick!” Ultraviolet colors cloud behind my eyelids. My body melts to Brick’s whim. I’m not human anymore, just a vessel of liquid pleasure. Brick doesn’t let up as my orgasm washes over me, still grinding against me. He whimpers. “Carmen, God,” he says before he moans, loud and low in my eardrum. “Fuck.” He falls to his back.

My head clears as he creates space between us. His arm is still trapped under my body, and he doesn’t yank himself free. My eyes blink open, the reprieve lasting only a moment. Brick catches his breath, but I don’t move yet, too mortified for what happens next. Brick just made me come. The man I loathe, the man who may have murdered members of my pack and betrayed us, just fucked me with his fingers until I cried his name and convulsed into a pile of mush. Not only that, but I just made him ejaculate, and he didn’t even fuck me. He came from grinding against me and bringing me to pleasure. It’s a powerful feeling, and maybe I would revel in it more if, just seconds ago, I wasn’t in the mental state to drop to my knees and let him have me in any way he pleased.

My memory kicks in, reminding me of the shift I felt happening against me. I turn to Brick. His eyes clench shut, and his chest falls and rises as if he just ran a marathon. There’s a subtle difference to him. His muscles seem larger, especially in his neck, almost as if he just pumped hundreds of pounds of iron, but whatever he turned into when he was holding back has gone.

His eyes shoot open as if dread dropped through his stomach. He sits up, ramrod straight. “Shit. I…” He doesn’t look at me, but I can see his eyes darting and his panic morphing across his features.

I grab his arm. “Brick, it’s fine.”

He pulls his arm back, not aggressively, but enough to hurt my feelings. “I should go.” He stands, walking toward my bedroom door. Before he completely disappears, he sticks his head back in with a sigh, finally looking me in the eye. “Sorry about… everything. I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s fine,” I say, still lying down but turned to face him with my head propped up in my hand.

He nods, his eyes saying so much more than his mouth will allow. He walks out of view as my brain plays catch up. “Wait, how are you going to get home?” I ask, sitting up.

“I’ll walk,” he replies, the door shutting behind him.

I laugh. The man is going to walk to his house with cum lining the inside of his underwear. What a fucking sight to see.

12

Lying with Pigs

I’dhopedGrimmwouldgive me until noon before blowing up my phone. Okay, he called once, but the volume was on max, and I was still enjoying the nap I’d fallen into after Brick left. I had decided I wasn’t going into the office today. I planned to spend the day sleeping instead of dealing with the events that transpired the night before to this morning. Obviously, it was a stupid, optimistic thought. Grimm would want to know what happened. Those girls were still missing.

I pick up after the fifth ring, clearing my throat and tucking my hair behind my ear before speaking. “Hello.”

“Are you alone?” Grimm asks, all business.

“Yes,” I reply.

“Good. Kilo’s on the line. They took the bait.”

“What?”

“The Hunters fell for the information you planted. Jessica’s house was infiltrated, and we had a small team capture two Hunters.” Grimm’s voice echoes through my skull. I replay the events from last night. How did Brick possibly gather the where-with-all to text the Hunters when I was in the bathroom? Was he even really drunk? I suppose his downfall didn’t officially start until I came back from the restroom, but it all seems too implausible.

My mind races with images of just hours ago, his hands caressing my most sensitive flesh, his cock rubbing against my backside; it sours my gut. How could I let such a creature bring me so much pleasure? Now that it’s confirmed that Brick is a double agent, my relationship with him only needs to thicken. I have to get him to fall in love with me—to pull him into my web until he’s so intoxicated that he lets his guard down. It shouldn’t be difficult, judging from the cum coating his briefs, but shame boils deep in my veins. Just because I need to get him obsessed with me doesn’t mean I must enjoy the heat of him, and boy, did I enjoy myself—more than I want to admit.

The silence on the line falls to my attention, and a hopeful thought pops into my mind. “Did they interrogate the Hunters?”

Grimm sighs. “Yes, Red has been working with them to bring out any information….”

I cut him off. “Red? But she’s…”

“Yes, she shouldn’t be using her powers in her state or even be out of bed, but Cameron has been by her side, and she insists on helping in any way possible. You know how she is.”

“Ugh, yes.” I cringe at the thought of my best friend using her mind control powers so late in her pregnancy. She came into her powers only two years ago when the mating bond snapped into place between my brother and her. In fact, she didn’t know she was part Were until she met him, and he revealed her family’s history. Even though she’s very new to her strength, she controls it like a badass superhero. It only works when the person she’s using it on is in her presence, and it’s difficult to wield. She could get the Hunters to admit what they knew but couldn’t get them to return to their group and burn it all to the ground. Using her powers shouldn’t hurt the baby, but she’s supposed to be resting, not interrogating evil villains. I need to do more.

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