Pleasant Extortion (The Extortionists 1)

“It won’t hurt, Pageant.”

“I’m not worried about pain.” Her blue eyes glistened like large raindrops. “I’m worried about the other part.”

“What part is that?” He held her closer, preventing that teasing sway.

“I’ve always prided myself on being a strong, independent woman. I take care of myself, but in your presence, I just want to…” she paused, looked at the ceiling and shook her head. “I don’t know what I’m trying to say here.”

He cupped the side of her face and stared into those entrancing eyes. “You don’t have to say anything at all.”

“But I do.” She gripped his forearm with both hands. “I want things from you that I shouldn’t want. I need to give you a part of myself that I’ve never given to another.”

“Mates,” he whispered, feeling this overwhelming urge to claim her right then. In the past, he’d lived by the motto of “cheap talk gives a girl time to walk” but now, this was different. He didn’t just want Pageant’s body, he wanted to look into her eyes as he fucked her and know with absolute certainty that she belonged to him. He longed to feel her pussy gripping him as he nicked her skin and took the wolf’s bite, embedded werewolf fangs in her neck and made her one of them.

“It’s more than becoming your mate, Randon. I need to please you.” She took a deep breath. “I should be terrified. I’ve never wanted to please anyone in my life.”

His body temperature spiked. His pulse raced. “What if I told you, I’m already pleased?”

She blushed. “But—”

“I’m drawn to you.” He moistened his lips and dipped his head for another kiss. “I’m already obsessed with you.” He kissed her passionately, his tongue sweeping over hers in a slow, set rhythm. When their lips parted, he added, “I want to take care of you, Pageant.”

“That’s just it. I don’t want you to just take care of me. I want you to dominate me.” She blew out a hard breath. “Is that the craziest thing you’ve ever heard?”

Now his damn cock was dancing the cha-cha and twitching like crazy.

“Does that surprise you?”

“Yes.” Had she detected his need? “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a submissive.”

“But isn’t that what you want?”

“I want you. If you’ll submit to me, all the better, but it’s not a condition or terms of a contract that we have to sign between us.”

She lowered her eyes and bowed her head. “Teach me how to be yours, Randon. I know it’s late. I understand what we face tomorrow, but teach me the basics. I want to learn.”

Because of what they faced tomorrow, he not only wanted to teach her, he needed to educate her. He stood there admiring her, hard as bone and horny as hell.

“You don’t believe me?” She kept her head down.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“For a human, you know a lot about mates and the pack.”

“I’ve always had an interest in packs.”

“You’ve been drawn to wolf-shifters?” He slipped his forefinger under her chin and tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him.

“As a rookie, I worked with the Miami PD. I was assigned to unsolved cases where supernatural criminals were the suspects. Later I took a job with the drug task force and spent some time working with blood junkies. This was before vampires were widely acknowledged so there was a lot of red tape.”

“I’m sure. And no pun intended.” The thought of her working with vampires bothered him. He wondered if her previous involvement with bloodsuckers had somehow lured the extortionist. Even though the extortionists were different than traditional vampires, they still shared common characteristics. “So did you always work in the supernatural division?”

“Primarily, yes. It was an interesting time in the field. It was before vampires had sanctioned communities and right after shifters earned the right to vote.”

“I never quite understood that. We should’ve been able to vote all along.”

“Politicians disagreed. They opposed the amended voting policies because shifters represented a bigger threat than vampires. They’re—you’re—viewed as agile creatures. Day or night, you’re mentally alert. You move with great ease and flexibility, and as a whole you’re viewed as intelligent people.”