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She heard the rustling of fabric as he checked himself.
“Gone,” he muttered.
“Same,” she replied.
She crawled back as quietly as she could to the deputy.
“There isn’t an obvious guard posted outside the door, but I can sense one nearby. Not sure where or if there is more than one.”
“This is a mess,” the deputy muttered as he put his feet on the floor and worked his hands free of the zip ties. He was making a bloody mess of his skin, so Liesel let a claw out and sliced through the plastic for him.
Before he could thank her, she froze. She darted a glance around the windows, trying to get a lead on what she was sensing. It seemed wolf to her, but whoever it was, they were trying to be stealthy. No, more than one.
There were at least three shifters out there and her heart nearly blasted through her chest when she felt a pulse come through her bond from Gray.
He was here!
“The cavalry is here,” she whispered and pushed herself to her feet, no longer caring if their guards knew they were awake. “Get ready.”
The snarl of a cat outside let them know the wolves had engaged and she heard the smashing of a car window and the snarl of a wolf. Someone had shifted, but she couldn’t sense if it was Gray.
“To hell with this,” she muttered as she kicked open the front door of the trailer and readied her wolf for the shift.
She followed the sounds of fighting toward Gray’s parked truck, engine still on and radio playing. Beside it, Brody’s truck was waiting, too.
He’d come, too? Despite the current situation, she couldn’t help but feel a swell of love for her mate and her Alpha, both men promising to keep her safe no matter what.
She pushed toward the fight and was nearly upon it when a huge sable wolf leaped from the bushes and nearly knocked her backwards.
The tears were instant and intense as Gray’s wolf invaded her space and rubbed himself all over her.
“Oh my god,” she cried between gulps of air. “I missed you too, baby.”
***
It had taken both Brody and Pax convincing Gray to let her come along to the second half of the mission. She knew he’d finally relented because of Pax’s report that the majority of shifters waiting in ambush had been rounded up and collected without the Kings realizing it.
“I need this,” she’d told Gray. “I’m not someone’s easy target. I’m a Boulder and Canyon wolf, Gray. I’m meant for this.”
He’d agreed only if Liesel shifted and went in her wolf form. She was stronger, faster, and healed quicker in wolf form and on top of that, Liesel was such a dominant female wolf, that she’d give most other shifters a run for their money—male or female.
Liesel watched her mate walk down a long gravel road in the dark, toward the building where a bunch of bad men were smugly waiting to hurt him. Her wolf bristled at the thought, but relaxed knowing in just a few minutes, they’d all be either arrested or dead.
She slinked through the underbrush under the cover of trees as Gray walked toward the building, which was illuminated only by one weak, wan lightbulb outside one of the large bay doors.
As he neared, the large enforcer they’d called Knuckles appeared and had his hands nonchalantly looped through his belt loops. He was probably smug because he thought the fact that he had nine shifters hidden in the warehouse and ten in the woods was going to make Gray an easy target.
Too bad he didn’t realize that Gray’s team had taken out all of the backup in the woods and that he’d brought a dozen of his men, along with 10 deputies from neighboring counties with high-powered rifles located through the tree line.
Liesel’s wolf chuffed as she kept pace alongside her mate, watching him in all his glory.
“You made it, Sheriff,” the man called Knuckles called out with a laugh.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” her mate called back. “You ready to surrender? You and those eight idiots hiding behind that bay door?”
The mountain lion didn’t answer right away, but eventually he tried to recover some of his bluster.
“We’re not surrendering, wolf,” he said. “Now either cooperate, or we’re going to hurt your mate.”
From where she stood, Liesel could hear the edge in Gray’s voice.
“Wrong answer, asshole.”
Epilogue
“Wake up.”
Liesel ignored the voice and the hand that was shaking her.
“Wake up, lazy bones.”
She groaned and tried to bury her head deeper in to the pillows.
“Go away or I’ll gut you.”
That got a chuckle out of Gray, who proceeded to rip the blanket from her body, leaving her naked skin open to the cold hair circulating from the ceiling fan.
“Grayson Anders,” she yelped, grasping for the corner of the blanket which he ripped out of her reach.
“Damn you make my name sound sexy when you’re mad,” he whispered in her ear as he put his knees on either side of her body and sat gently on her bare ass, pressing kisses down her spine until she was arching back up into him and making his body roar to life.
“Keep that up, sweetheart, and you’ll be late to your own mating ceremony,” he growled into her ear. “Both packs are starting to show up and Brody’s grumbling that he had to wear a suit to perform the vows for us.”
Liesel smiled and ground her ass against her mate’s pressing arousal, knowing she was going to push him over the edge of his control. With a feral growl, she felt him pulling his clothes off before he rolled her onto her back and pulled her wrists above her head.
“It’s never a good idea to tease me, baby,” he growled against her mouth as he pushed himself into her swollen center. She gasped as he entered her fully before growling her own satisfaction.
“I’m not teasing if I back it up, love,” she practically purred as she ground her hips up against him and started that blissful friction that had them both mindless in no time.
“Marrying and mating you is the best thing I’ve ever done in my life,” he said as they collapsed back against the pillows, panting. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Liesel smiled as she crawled on top of her mate with a knowing look.
“Prove it,” she challenged as she slid down his body and he roared back to life. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her lips down to meet his.
“Gladly.”
*****
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Chapter One
Rob Thompson was ready.
He took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline pouring through his body, as he got ready for whatever Greg Nelson had for him. Rob did his best to shut out the roar of the screaming fans in the packed stadium. They were all there to see the Diamondbacks win this game and move forward to the playoffs. They would not be let down if he had anything to say about it, that was for sure.
He felt like he’d been preparing for this moment all his life. Since he was a child playing little league he’d dreamt of the time when he would be on the major-league field with a crowd full of adoring fans behind him, waiting for him to make the clutch play that would send his team to the highest reaches of stardom, and he along with them.
Now he’d finally made it. He was a major league baseball player for the Arizona Diamondbacks; he was a star. He briefly replayed it all in his mind, the endless hours growing up practicing, leading his high school to their first state championship two years in a row, and then leading his college team to league champions. After his second year of playing college ball, he had been handpicked to walk on to a major league baseball field.
The fans were hesitant at first, but with his bat, his swift speed, and his uncanny athleticism he’d taken the team by storm and showed the world he was a force to be reckoned with. And it was even better than he thought it would be. He loved being a star. The fame, the adulation, the money, the perks, the parties, and the women. Oh, most of all, the women. Ever since he’d lost his virginity at a young age he had been all consumed by his desire for women. It was almost as strong as his love for baseball.
But he couldn’t say he had ever come close to being in love. Rob was not a one woman kind of man. He didn’t lie to women, but most of them automatically assumed that he cared more for them than he really did. Sex did not equate to commitment in his mind; it was just a physical good time. A lot of women did not understand that, and they were hurt by it. That was never his intention though. He was just a man who loved to experiment and chase new experiences.
And, of course, he had a secret. The secret was something he could never let anyone get close to; it would have put them in mortal danger if he did. And if it was ever exposed to the world who he really was—what he really was—then his entire life would be over. Everything he’d worked and strived so hard for would be gone.
No, he could not let anyone get that close to him.
But he couldn’t think about that now. He had to focus, had to concentrate. This was crunch time. It was like something out of a twelve year old boy’s fantasy, but it was real this time; it was here and it was happening now. It all seemed like slow motion as Rob watched it unfold.
The Diamondbacks had a one run lead. It was the top of the ninth, one out, runners at second and third bases. A base hit could score two runs and lose the lead. Or even a long fly ball would tie the game. Rob gritted his teeth. No matter what, he would not let that happen.
Andy Garvey released the pitch. It was a hard, fast ball but too much down the center; that was the wrong pitch to give Greg to hit. He swung the bat hard and connected, getting all of the ball. It was a hard line drive. It was fast, and deep. It was going over the fence. Rob’s mind made several decisions in a nanosecond. He knew that he was not going to be able to do this… as a human. Without any conscious thought, he felt the wolf emerging just slightly. He could not change, not here. It was always a slippery slope, a fine line when he tapped into the wolf’s essence to give himself the slight edge that he needed in crucial situations; and sometimes he was not able to hold it back. He had to maintain control this time.
He felt his body getting hotter, the anger and rage of the beast welling within him, a slight growl escaped his lips bellowing up from his throat and chest. His body felt lighter than air suddenly, the strength of a God surging through him as his legs moved at the speed of an Olympic sprinter moving at top speed.
He managed to cover the distance to the wall running as fast as he could. The ball was there, sailing over the top of the fence. Rob jumped as high as he could and stretched his long six foot three inch body out as far as it would stretch, his glove held out above him.
It was going to be close…
The ball landed in his glove about two feet above the top of the wall. It should have been a home run. The game should have been over. The Diamondbacks should have lost, but Rob had done it. He’d saved the score. But it wasn’t over yet.
The runner had tagged at third base just in case, but he was going for it now running as hard as he could, sprinting toward home plate. It was four hundred feet from the wall where Rob was now landing hard on his feet, to home plate. There was no way that any normal man could make that throw in time, but Rob was not going to back down now; he had to go for it.
Rob stepped, aimed, and threw as hard as he could, once again tapping into the essence of the wolf. A loud roar escaped his throat; no one could hear over the roar of the crowd though. The ball sailed through the air picking up speed traveling at well over a hundred miles per hour in a straight line flying over the heads of the cut off men who were waving their arms at him trying to assist in the Hail Mary futile long shot.
The ball hit the catcher’s glove; he spun and swept the ground with it right in front of the runner’s legs, tagging him out before he touched the plate.
“Out!” The umpire screamed. “That’s the ballgame!”
He’d done it. He had just won the game for his team. Everything was moving in a daze as if everyone was in stop motion animation. His fellow players were all jumping on each other, hugging and slapping high fives. Fans were starting to rush the field as security did their best to hold them back.
Rob was softly jogging back towards the infield. He did it mostly to avoid the rabid fans that were coming onto the field and to give himself a few seconds to get away from his fellow teammates who wanted to congratulate him. He wanted the praise; he lived for it sometimes, but he could feel the wolf roaring inside of him. It wanted to be let loose. For a few moments, he felt that he might have used too much power to now be able to shut it down and revert back to his normal self.
If he started to change he would have to duck into the dugout and run into the locker room to hop in the cool shower. That always helped cool him down and get him under control. He just had to maintain though; he didn’t want to waste this opportunity. He had worked for this very thing his whole life. His team was now going to the playoffs. If they won, they would be headed to the World Series.
“Man that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” Dan Richards, their center fielder said giving Rob a big slap on the back. “That arm of yours is a nuclear weapon! We did it baby!” He said jumping on to Rob’s shoulders for a short ride before hopping down and running toward the infield.
Rob had to smile; Dan was a hilarious guy. He was one of the veterans on the field and everyone admired him; he was a great ball player and a nice guy. Rob was happy to call him a friend.
The heat wave of excitement was beginning to simmer down inside of him as he joined his team on the infield and began to endure and give out high fives, hugs, stupid jokes, and sentiments. The beer was already flowing as the team began tossing back cans and pouring half of it on each other. It was as if winning a game suddenly turned them all into college frat guys at a toga party.
Rob took a few deep breaths, feeling the cold sweat all over his body. He felt tired now, as he always did after using his wolf to gain an edge, or the certain times when he did lose control and fully wolfed out. There was something about it that left him tired and drained for several seconds.
Someone handed him a beer and he quickly tossed it back, feeling the cold liquid slide down his throat. It was actually a great way to tame the beast and stuff it back into its cage; alcohol was a nice depressant that occasionally did wonders for him when he was out of control. And what he needed now was to relax.
The next twenty minutes was almost a blur. Rob was suddenly surrounded by a slew of reporters who were trying to get the scoop and as
k him the same question twenty times. He thought about answering and giving them what they wanted, but he figured that there would be plenty of time for that. Besides, he didn’t like to lay it all out on the table; it was better to remain a bit mysterious.
Thus was the total conflict of the man. He loved the adulation, the glory, and the attention for his athletic prowess, even when he did get some extra help; but at the same time he did not like to expose himself to people. A lot of it had to do with being born a shifter; when you were born into that you had to be careful of everything that came out of your mouth, of what you presented to people. It was like being onstage all the time, even when you were in the background and no one was looking your way.
The shower felt heavenly. He stood under the hot water, letting the steam wash over him, erasing the dirt and the sweat from his skin. Rob held his head under the water, staring downward as the water just rushed by his face, his eyes. He felt his whole body starting to calm down. He was exhausted and just wanted to go home and sleep; but he figured that the guys would expect him to go out partying with them afterwards. They had to celebrate after all.
There would be booze, which was good. And there would be women, which was great. And just maybe he would find a few curvy, voluptuous women for that night.
Rob had always had a thing for bigger women. He loved the softness, the curves, the big hips, thighs, ass, and the large, round breasts. He’d always been overtly attracted to that specific type of woman. His friends had occasionally ragged on it, especially when he would turn down a thin supermodel type at a party and go flirt with her chubbier friend. It was always hilarious to see the shock and disappointment on the thin girl’s face. But he liked what he liked and he had never apologized for it.
A lot of men were just not as enlightened as he was.
“So, you are going out with us tonight, I take it?” Dan asked as Rob was getting dressed after his shower.