Ranger Trent (Shifter Nation: Werebears Of Acadia Book 2) Page 9

  “Well, it’s lovely,” she said, turning to me with a smile.

  God, she’s so beautiful…

  Our eyes locked and her face told me everything. I knew why she had come without her uttering a single word, and my heart almost leapt out of chest.

  “Trent, I—”

  “Kiss me.” I quickly closed the distance between us, my eyes pleading for her. There was that blush again, but she looked up at me, her arms reaching up to lock around my neck and her lips met mine. The kiss was tentative at first, our lips testing each other, finding a rhythm, but when we found one, it was like a waltz, slow and passionate. One of my hands intertwined in her hair while the other drifted to her waist. She placed a palm on my chest and I shivered; her hands were cold against the heat of my skin.

  The kiss deepened, our tongues exploring each other wildly. I felt starved; I wanted more of her, but I didn’t want to rush this. She came to me and I didn’t want her to regret it.

  Her palm moved along my torso, feeling her way around me. One of my hands slid past her waist to her hip, then around back, cupping one fleshy cheek. The gesture lifted her slightly on her toes and she released a light moan. I smirked into the kiss, happy with her response, but when her hand drifted down my stomach to my belt, I stopped her there.

  “Would you like to accompany me in the shower, Ms. Gianni?” I whispered against her lips. She nodded, and when she pulled back from the kiss, her face was flushed.

  I led her up the stairs, our hands linked. The hallway only had two doors: the one on the left was to my bedroom, while the door on the right was to the bathroom. I veered right, and once we were both inside, I gently tilted her chin up, keeping her gaze locked with mine as I pulled the hem of her blouse over her head. I felt my manhood twitch at the sight of the lace bra cupping her perfect C-cup breasts.

  I allowed my gaze to leave hers and bent down to unbutton her black dress pants. She ran her hands through my hair and started kissing my neck as I unzipped them, letting them fall down over her hips and pool on the floor, allowing her matching lace panties to greet me. She stepped out of her pants and slipped off her shoes and I saw her behind was bare—she was wearing a thong. Just like that, I felt my girth swell, pressing against the zipper of my jeans.

  I could see that she noticed the bulge in my pants when I followed her eyes, which were wide with wonder.

  “Aren’t you going to help me out, too?” I asked playfully. Her cheeks flushed even more deeply, but she walked over to me confidently. She fumbled with my belt and fly, but finally got them open and pulled my jeans and boxers down in one fell swoop, exposing my member. It stood at full attention, seven inches long. It wasn’t the most impressive size, but I knew how to work with it.

  I was surprised to see shock in her eyes. “Is something wrong?” I asked, running my hands through my hair.

  “You’re just…so big…” She flushed as she spoke, trying hard to look somewhere else. “I’m sorry, I just haven’t been with anyone in a long time…”

  She seemed embarrassed, too, and I felt even more of a connection.

  “It’s been a while for me, too.”

  “Really?” She seemed relieved to hear me say that.

  “Really.” I said, pressing my body against hers. “We’ll take it slow.”

  I was thankful at how easily I was able to unclip her bra. It wasn’t exactly my greatest skill, but I tried really hard to get it right. Her breasts were perky and full, hardly moving as I released them. I could feel her body tremble as my hands moved down to her hips. She seemed nervous about me removing her panties, so I decided to kiss down from her ribs to distract her. Her breathing picked up a little and I looked up to see her eyes closed. I nibbled on her hips as I hooked her thong over my thumbs and pulled them down. And then it hit me.

  Her scent filled me, and I felt my need grow stronger. She was completely shaven and looked delicious. I was throbbing, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.

  “I’ll go in and start the water. It takes a bit to get warm and you seem cold enough already.”

  “I’m warming up now…” There was that voice again, the seductive one I remembered from our moment in the car, and I almost exploded right there.

  I couldn’t bring myself to say a word. In mere seconds, she had the ability to shift from shy, timid and flushed to a sexy, confident goddess. It amazed me and made me want her even more.

  I turned the water on and stepped into the shower, taking a deep breath before I peeked out and held out my hand to her. She smiled and my heart skipped a beat; I couldn’t believe this beauty was not only in my house, but stark-naked right there in front of me.

  She placed her hand in mine and I pulled her into the shower, allowing her to soak herself while I poured some body wash and worked it into a lather.

  “May I?” I asked, and when she gave me that sly grin with a nod, I started at her shoulders, working the soap down her arms, then back up, gliding over her breasts. I spent a little more time there, kneading them softly and stroking her nipples lightly. I heard her gasp and push her chest into my hands, her hands tangled in my hair. Her lips were by my ear now and I enjoyed hearing her quickened breathing against it. I moved my hands down over her stomach and back, gliding my fingertips through the suds, making her shiver.

  “I thought you were supposed to be warming me up?” she teased.

  Oh, I can warm you up alright… I thought, needing no further invitation. My hands moved over her hips, down her thighs and back up toward her center. As my hands made their way between her thighs, she spread them slightly, allowing me entrance. The closer I got, the warmer I felt and the more my need grew.

  I finally reached her womanhood, making the area slick with soap, causing my hand to slip and slide against her. I allowed my finger to explore a little, gently caressing her folds and then slipping into them. Finding her little pleasure nub, I let the suds guide my finger over it in a tight, circular motion. She released a load moan against my ear, moving her hips along with my fingers. When I felt her speed against my finger quicken, I moved my hand, grabbing more body wash from the bottle. I heard her whimper and chuckled.

  “Soon.”

  I soaped-up her ass and moved down her thighs to her legs until she was completely lathered.

  “Your turn,” she said as I stood up straight again. Her eyes weren’t meeting mine though, they were much lower. I watched her grab the shower gel and instead of lathering it in her hands, she poured some on my chest, allowing it to drip down to my legs. She smirked and seemed to be pleased with herself, rubbing the soap into my torso, moving it upwards to my shoulders and arms. She kneaded the muscle there, and I groaned; all the weed whacking had made me tense and I could feel it release as she massaged me for a while longer.

  After working some of the soap over my back and pulling me closer to her as she lathered it, her breasts pressed against me. I could feel her hardened nipples against my chest and she was kissing my neck again; I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. My manhood was pressed against her stomach, and as one of her hands moved down to hold it, my breath caught in my throat.

  She began to lather my cock, stroking me. Her pace picked up as it became slippery, and my breathing became ragged. Just when I thought I would explode into her hand, she released me and began to soap-up my legs.

  I allowed her to step under the water first, the suds running off her, and my eyes followed their journey down her luscious curves. With her ass pressing against my length, I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I guided her toward the wall, my hands moving down to her entrance as I plunged a finger into her. She gasped and threw her head back, her hair whipping onto my shoulder. I moved my finger slowly inside her, caressing her walls until they loosened enough for me to insert a second finger. She kept her head against my shoulder, her eyes closed, and she was biting her lip, moving her hips along with my ministrations.

  I growled, taking her by the shoulders and maneuvering
her against the opposite wall so the water wouldn’t get in our way. As I pulled her hips back towards me, she spread her legs on her own and I knew she was most definitely ready.

  I positioned myself at her entrance and thrusted in deep. Fuck… I could have exploded right there inside her—her walls gripped my cock so perfectly. The feeling was intoxicating, and I felt I could have stayed there forever.

  I guessed I was taking too long because she bucked her hips against me, begging me to move.

  “Please…” Her voice was barely a whimper.

  I complied, grabbing her hips and rocking them with each and every thrust. A symphony of moans erupted from her lips as we picked up speed, her ass slamming against me as we found our rhythm. My hands moved up to her chest, cupping her breasts and massaging her nipples as I pumped into her. As I felt her insides start to tremble, I knew she was getting close.

  One of my hands moved down to her sensitive pearl, massaging her there while the other hand stayed at her breast. Her moans grew louder, and as I quickened my pace, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.

  I didn’t have to wait long.

  “Oh, Trent!” she screamed as her climax erupted throughout her body. She was scrambling against the wall, grabbing for something to hold onto as she trembled against my chest, moaning and shaking as she grinded against my length.

  Her walls spasmed around me and I exploded with a roar, my hands at her hips again as I pumped into her wildly, spilling my seed into her. She threw her head back and moaned, another wave flowing through her as she reached her peak a second time. She wobbled and I thought she might fall over, so I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her.

  She was still shaking a little as she hugged my arms and sighed happily. I kissed her cheek and could see a smile.

  “That was amazing…” she said in a dreamy voice, laying her head against my arm. Our hearts were beating rapidly, and eventually, I could have sworn they shared the same rhythm. I turned her around and kissed her slowly, wrapping a thick towel around her before carrying her into my room.

  “You look like you could use some rest,” I said, laying her down on my king-sized bed. Just as I crawled in next to her, my phone rang. I groaned, and Blanca looked like she didn’t want me to answer, but when I saw the caller ID, I knew I had to.

  It was Knox.

  “Hey, Boss, what’s up?”

  “I got in touch with Ramon and we’re having a meeting in 15 minutes to discuss his findings. Can you meet us at my office?”

  “Um, yeah. But I have Blanca with me.”

  “Oh, do you?” Knox teased. “Where are you?”

  “At my cabin.” I said flatly, rolling my eyes.

  “Do you need more time, or—”

  “I’m fine. I’ll be there.” I said, getting ready to hang up. I didn’t want Blanca to overhear him joking around about us.

  “Wait, bring her with you. She should know about the infection as well since it affects her suspect. We have to figure out what we’re going to do about him.”

  “Got it, she’ll be there.” I said, hanging up and making eye contact with Blanca. She looked confused and I guessed she realized that ‘she’ meant her.

  “We have to go. Knox and Ramon are having a meeting about the blood samples and Knox wants you to be there, so we can plan what to do about the suspect.”

  “Alright.”

  And just like that, we were both back in business mode.

  Chapter 13 – Blanca

  I wasn’t sure what I was about to hear in that conference room, but everyone at the table looked extremely serious, so I surmised the news couldn’t have been good.

  “Okay, let’s start by filling Blanca in on what she doesn’t know,” Knox began.

  “I’ll do that,” Trent volunteered, turning toward me as he took a deep breath. “Bear shifters don’t usually kill humans. We can be hot-tempered in bar fights and things of the like, but murderous rampages aren’t really what we’re known for. So, when we saw the three murders, we knew we were dealing with a problem. When I captured the shifter, he didn’t respond to anything; he only exhibited aggressive behavior.”

  “It was the same when I tried questioning him and then he started transforming back and forth,” I said, trying to work things out in my head as they were presented to me.

  “Yeah, about that: it’s not supposed to happen that way. We can’t change only one part of our body; it’s full-form or nothing for us. I couldn’t make my hands bear paws even if I tried, but somehow, he can. That was when I knew something was wrong. So, I called in Ramon here to have his blood tested.”

  “So, you weren’t really testing for the victims’ blood?”

  “No, lo siento. I actually tested those as soon as we got them and identified all three victims. This shifter definitely committed the murders. But we had to stall somehow to keep him here, so I could figure out what was going on with him,” Ramon interjected. He looked apologetic; they all seemed to, but I understood. I knew they didn’t want to keep all this from me, but they had to for the sake of their clan.

  “So, have you figured it out yet?” I asked.

  “Es complicado. I know what’s wrong, but I don’t know what it is. Whatever has infected this guy is destroying him. His blood cells, his brain cells, they’re all turning black. Trent even watched in my lab as whatever this infection is, literally started eating the shifter’s blood cells. It looks like the infection is taking over his body by devouring his cells and reproducing its own. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Es increíble; also, scary.” Ramon sighed heavily as if telling us his findings released a weight off his shoulders.

  “Do you have a hypothesis about where this infection might have come from or how he got it?” Knox asked. He looked very concerned and I guessed even he must be afraid of this unknown infection.

  “The only thing I can think of right now is that it’s something he picked up in the environment; maybe a new type of virus? He has no wounds that would make me believe he was bitten or stung by something, but he’s a shifter, so his body probably healed the infection site quickly, if that was the case. Perhaps it was an airborne pathogen and it traveled through his respiratory tract? I could keep examining him, but…”

  “But what?” Trent, Knox and I all asked at the same time.

  “We would have to kill him. He is unresponsive at this point, aggressive, and overall dangerous, but if he is dead, I can perform an autopsy and maybe I can gain more information about the infection,” Ramon responded bluntly.

  “We can’t kill him; he’s one of us. Only the conclave can grant us that permission. If we do it and they find out, we will be put to death ourselves.” Knox said, shaking his head.

  “But we can pretend he died!” I exclaimed. “I could tell the FBI that he killed himself. Bashed his head into the wall without anyone realizing? I could tell them that I left disposing of the body to you guys and that the blood samples revealed that he was indeed the killer. I fill out the paper work and case closed. Acadia gets to keep the shifter here and you can observe him that way.”

  “Hmm…she has a point,” Trent said, looking to Knox for his opinion.

  “It could definitely work. And once we have more information on the infection—as much as can possibly be obtained—we can present him and everything we’ve learned to the conclave for final judgement. If this is something that has the potential to affect our community, they should know about it.”

  “The conclave?” I interjected.

  “The conclave is the council of elders of all shifters. They adjudicate issues that arise within the clan.” Trent responded.

  “It will be difficult to do all this testing while keeping him alive. We’ll need a two-person team assisting me every time I go in for more samples.” Ramon was considering the possibility at first, and then he finally agreed. “But yes. It could work”

  “Then it’s settled. Ramon will give Agent Gianni the blood sample paperwork pro
ving the shifter to be the murderer. She will fill out the case work as if he died and present it to her chief. And we’ll bring this to the conclave to get their take on things,” Knox repeated the plan back to everyone to make sure we were all on the same page, and we were. We all nodded in agreement and Knox pronounced the meeting adjourned.

  Ramon turned to Knox and started discussing plans for the shifter, while Trent turned to me with a forlorn look.

  “So, what does that mean for us?” he asked, his eyes to the floor.

  “Don’t worry, I have a plan for that, too. I’m going to step outside and make some phone calls,” I whispered and got up, exiting the room and stepping out into the cold, crisp air.

  I dialed 1 on my phone.

  “Chief Caulwell.”

  “Hey Chief, it’s Agent Gianni. I have news about the Acadia case. The suspect is deceased; he bashed his head into the holding cell and collapsed. By the time anyone noticed, he was already gone.” I tried to make myself sound as believable as possible.

  “Weren’t Alex and Gerard supposed to be watching him?” The chief sounded angry and I didn’t want my boys to get in trouble for this.

  “They were tired, so I sent them to their hotel rooms to get some sleep. It was me who was supposed to be watching him and when I heard the banging, I thought he was just banging on the bars and trying to get someone to let him out. I apologize, sir.” The only way I could think of making this go smoothly was for me to take the blame.

  “I can understand that, Agent Gianni. Well, you know what to do. Just fill out the paperwork and I’ll have a helicopter there for you tomorrow.”

  “Actually sir, I was wondering if I could take my vacation days now?” I winced, hoping it wasn’t an absurd question after what I just told him.

  “You? A vacation? You’ve never taken a vacation before!” The chief sounded genuinely surprised.

  “All the more reason to take one now. I have sort of fallen in love with Acadia. And with the investigation, I wasn’t really able to enjoy it very much. I would very much like to do that now, sir. If it’s okay with you, of course.”