VEX: Valley Enforcers, #1 (14 page)

“Just ask him about the dress shop photo when you have a chance.”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I would’ve agreed to question him about anything at that point. It had only been a few days since I’d seen Vex, but damn, it felt like years had passed. Driving to the Valley felt like driving home, but I knew I wouldn’t feel content until I was with Vex.

Vex

I was already counting down the hours until I had to report back to our unofficial base sight. I had only been to my house once in the three days since I arrived back in the Valley and that had been to change clothes and grab my overnight bag. My sleep schedule was nonexistent. I was used to running on little sleep, but the Enforcers and the volunteer groups had been running in overdrive. On top of everything that was happening with the breech, we had received a static phone call from Hakeem. He didn’t sound panicked or injured, but there was no way to understand his message. The fear of losing my brother, my clan, and not keeping Acacia safe had me in overdrive.

The newest security breech was a damaging blow. A new scent was picked up around a bundle of high tech cameras along the property line that hadn’t been there before. Nobody knows how they got there. The areas along the main reserve were under heavy guard. When we accessed the files they showed a startling clear image of one of the younger members of the clan shifting. As with the other cameras, the newest additions were destroyed, but not before we realized that the material was beamed off to a remote hard drive. Someone out there – someone who intentionally placed those cameras with a malicious intent – had footage of a shift. If it went viral it could be played off as a hoax. Or, worst case scenario, it could completely expose shifters and reveal the location of our reserve. The council would get rid of Stoneclaw and smooth over the bump like we never even existed at all.

In addition to the nonstop sweeps we were doing of our land, we also tracked the scent throughout the woods and into town. Harder to do in human form but not impossible. Sheriff was pulling all the strings he could, but he had one foot out the door at the station. We picked up the new male scent and faint traces of the old one. It smelled familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it. It was barely noticeable. If I were in bear form I
knew
I’d be able to connect the smell and the face in my head, but I couldn’t shift in the middle of an alley in town.

Deacon was on the verge of calling in a favor to the special force agent, Moxie, who rescued Elizabeth and helped find her after she had been kidnapped. I usually turned down outside help, but none of us had any experience dealing with the situation at hand. I patrolled boarders and acted as a bodyguard. I didn’t dabble in high tech cameras and covert operations.

As I approached my house, my headlights bounced off a silver vehicle I didn’t recognize. My senses spiked as I pulled to a stop and hopped out to investigate. My bear was roused and at the surface, ready for a fight to defend its den. A few seconds later it was roused for a different reason.
Acacia
. I smelled her. It wasn’t a barely there wisp – a tendril of my memories. My feet were like bricks as I approached the dark house. The lights inside flickered on as the floorboards on the porch creaked under me.

When she appeared in the doorway I didn’t question her presence. A feral growl nipped at my lips. My cock was so heavy in my pants it threatened to tear the seam. I watched as the emotions fluttered across her face, and by the time I picked her up and crashed my lips down on hers, I smelled arousal. Thick, heady arousal. My mate needed me just as much as I needed her.

We came together like a tsunami. Violent and forceful. So damn beautiful you can’t look away from the disaster unfolding… but Acacia and I weren’t a disaster. We were made for one another. She jumped out of my arms – our lips never disconnecting – and we stumbled backwards. Our hands tore frantically at the clothing that kept our skin apart. I was drunk on her already, but I wanted… I
needed
more.

Pushing her against the wall, I pinned her arms and bit her bottom lip playfully. She was petting my cock through my jeans as I squeezed her breasts over her tank. I could feel her pebbled nipples through her bra and cotton shirt. Our tongues fought for dominance in a game that had no real winner. Hooking a leg behind mine, Acacia pulled our bodies together and rubbed against me like a cat in heat.

“Too many clothes,” I growled.

My lips tingled and my heartbeat was a roar in my ears. Tugging at the bottom of her shirt, I whipped it up and off her body within a few seconds. Her hands were busy finishing their job of unbuckling my cargo pants and untucking my shirt. It joined hers, and I started to kick my way out of my shoes while she unhooked her bra and shed her pants. We were acting like drunken kids after a night on the town. We were sloppy and needy, but instead of being in love for just one night, our passions ran to the bone. I felt Acacia everywhere and it still wasn’t enough.

My cock slipped through the slit in my boxers as I watched Acacia shimmy out of her panties. She was completely naked, and now that we weren’t making love in her RV under the moonlight, I could see every beautiful curve and unique marking on her skin. She was a vision. A masterpiece for my eyes only. Her body wasn’t perfect by any means, and her hair was an electric blue and black mess that looked like she’d stuck her finger in a light socket. But she was mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.

She must’ve noticed the darkness in my eyes that accompanied my bear’s arrival at the surface. I tried to swallow him down, as not to frighten her, but she grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. Her hand slapped against the light switch. The room glowed to life as I pushed her against the bed and jerked down my boxers. My cock was red and needy. After the first night Acacia and I spent together I hadn’t had time to touch it. It ached for her. Hell, I ached for her. And there she was. Half draped off the tall bed and waiting for me with the biggest and most seductive damn bedroom eyes I’d ever seen. I approached her with a predatory smile.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are, baby?” My throat was already raw and when I spoke it was like sandpaper. It was a purely rhetorical question. She’d never see herself the way I saw her. I bent down and kissed the smooth skin of her bottom and worked my way up her back, speaking through the butterfly kisses I placed all over her skin. “So. Fucking. Sexy.”

“And all yours,” She breathed, giving me the verbal confirmation I craved.

I straightened and tapped her bottom. Her pasty white globes jiggled as I gave them a playful smack. “Damn right you’re all mine.”

She mewled into the comforter and thrust backwards as she searched for my cock. I never was one for games, and the desperate noises she was making would be my demise. I grabbed both cheeks and spread them apart as I lifted her up to her tip toes and positioned myself. She was slick and dewy. The heat coming from her core was exquisite torture.

“Wait. Condom. Do we need a condom?” She breathed as she twisted and looked over her shoulder. Her face was flush and her dark eyes twinkled. “I’m not on birth control.”

“Good.” I inched forward a little and slipped past her lips. Her eyes slanted upwards as I teasingly rocked in and out of her sex. “We don’t need condoms. We’ll talk about it later.” I pushed forward more. My cock stretched her slowly. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” She gasped. She didn’t even take a minute to think about it. “Now less talking, more fucking.
Please Vex.
It’s been too long.”

With a quick jerk I thrust the rest of the way inside of her. I wanted her to feel me in her belly. I wanted her to feel me everywhere. Her hands tightened into little fists as she held onto the blanket. I looked down at the scene unfolding in front of me. My cock buried completely inside of Acacia. The colorful mosaic that colored her skin. The scars that told the story of a survivor. The pure fucking love in her eyes when she looked over her shoulder. I’d be lying if I said I owned her because Acacia had complete control over me in every way possible.

My stomach muscles contracted involuntarily and my cock twitched, urging me to move. I lightly drew my fingers along Acacia’s back, savoring the shiver and low moan she released. Holding onto her hips and keeping her hoisted and in the perfect position I started to pump into her. All it took was two fucking thrusts for the bear to take over. Acacia was right. It had been too long. And sensual delicate sex wasn’t going to cut it.

“Tell me to stop if I’m too rough,” I grunted as my fingers dug deeper into her skin.

“Give me more,” She moaned; her voice a gurgling gasp of pleasure as she bounced back to meet my driving thrusts. “Never too much.”

My balls tightened at the sound of her sexy bedroom voice and desperate plea. I pulled out of her swiftly, instantly missing the heat of her sheath. She started to whine, but I spun her around and kissed her hard. I bit her bottom lip before jerking away and hoisting her up on the bed. She rolled onto her stomach and pushed up onto her knees instinctually, like this was a game we had played a thousand times before. She was a picture of perfection with her ass in the air and face pressed into the mattress.

I mounted her and slid back in. I pumped ruthlessly. Our bodies slammed together with the sound of two lovers desperate for contact. Acacia wasn’t quiet, and I was thankful that my house was secluded. She screamed and moaned and bucked against me. Her pussy was wet and tight. It gripped me hard and then nearly forced me out with each stroke. I went faster and faster. Every inch of my shaft filled her. The sound of my balls slapping against her echoed against the erotic noises of her pleasure.

“So fucking perfect, baby,” I ground out. My hands raked down her brightly tattooed skin as I yearned for more contact. “Come for me, Acacia.”

“
I have been!”
She exclaimed with a high pitched squeal.

I bucked so hard she lurched forward. Her body jiggled on autopilot as she searched out my cock. She was so slick and tight that I hadn’t noticed she’d came at all, but my mission was to drain her. My cock was throbbing and my balls ached, ready to explode.
Not yet.
I wanted more of Acacia. She was my drug, however cliché. I reached around and lifted her so her back was pressed against my chest. I pinned her arms at her side and held her still as I thrust up inside of her.

“
Holy fucking shit
,” She cried out. Her fingers twitched at her side.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me!” I cooed against her ear.

My tongue flickered against the lobe before I suckled my way down her neck and found a delicious looking spot that would be perfect for my mark. An unmarked piece of flesh amidst the swirling ink that covered her skin. It was like she left it for my teeth. I nibbled the spot; teasing it with my teeth before sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. My hips were smacking so hard against her I thought it would bruise. I never wanted to hurt her, but I wanted her to have the sore memory of our lovemaking.

“Coming. Coming. I’m coming!” She chanted. It was like it was the only word she could say. This time I
did
feel her orgasm. I felt the way she tightened and the surge of wet heat as she screamed out my name. “
Yes! Vex!
”

I wanted to bite her. My teeth were poised and ready. But I couldn’t mark her without her consent. It wouldn’t be right. So I let go of her arms and let her fall forward as I pummeled her sex with punishing strokes. I surrendered to the screaming ache that took hold of my pelvis. With her juices coating my cock and the sound of her wanton moans clashing with the bumping headboard I let go.

My head lulled to the side and my mouth opened for a loud, guttural grunt. I was incapable of words. I exploded inside of her as the tremors raked my body. I stilled for the slightest second as my own release paralyzed me, and then as the waves subsided, I shivered my way through another few slow strokes as we both came down from our highs.

I pulled out of her and rolled. I grabbed her and tucked her body against mine as I fell to the mattress. Our bodies stuck together with sex and sweat. I didn’t care. I wanted to make sure she was real. I buried my nose into her neck and cradled her against me.

“I bought a car,” She said softly. I could hear a slight smile in her voice. “I bought a car so I could drive nine hours straight and see you. I couldn’t fucking stand being away from you, Vex. It was miserable. I was so worried about you.” The smile disappeared and I heard her voice go hoarse. “And I wasn’t sure if you were even alive. I went to see Deacon, but his wife was there. She told me I could see you. I would’ve come even if I didn’t have permission.”

“I need you here,” I murmured. My heart swelled as the extent of her dedication sank in. I was completely insecure when it came to Acacia. Mating was new territory for me. I wasn’t a womanizer. I didn’t have experience with feelings or women beyond a quick fuck or two. So when it came to Acacia, I was terrified that she didn’t reciprocate my feelings. I knew she was mine, but I needed to hear how much she cared for me. It sated both the bear desperate to mark her and the man terrified to lose her. “It’s been hell.”

“Are you safe?” She rolled and rested her chin on my chest. “What happened?”

“Whoever is doing this is getting closer,” I said. I wanted to keep as many details from her as possible. I trusted her wholeheartedly, but I didn’t want her to feel afraid. “And Hakeem called. It was all static. I couldn’t make out what he was saying. No contact is good contact, so I’m fucking terrified that something happened to him.”

“Maybe he was calling to say everything is okay and he can come home,” She offered. Her hand idly rubbed soothing circles on my stomach. It was more comforting than arousing. “If he’s anything like you, I’m sure he’s fine.”