Rapier (Apache County Shifters Book 3) Read online

  “Thank you.” His gaze caught hers. His crystal blue eyes swirled with intent and satisfaction. Smug bastard. “Did you sleep well?” Rapier pulled Jasmine into his side then placed a kiss to the crown of her head. She instantly settled.

  “I did, thank you.” She glared at both women. “Until the pounding on the door.”

  The taller woman blushed. “You’ll have to forgive my sister.”

  A thread of compassion wormed through Jasmine, and she knew it didn’t come from her. She tilted her head, trying to figure out which one of them was an empath. She settled on the taller of the two, because she had a natural quietness about her. “I’d appreciate if you’d stay out. I don’t like people trying to get into my head.” The chatter around the table stopped, and all eyes were on Jasmine.

  Rapier chuckled. “Mate, this is Keeley and Danielle. They came to meet you and the girls.”

  “Good for them. But, as they can see, we’re not even settled in yet.”

  “Speaking of which,” Jenna said, hooking her thumb at Osirus. “Would you tell this alley cat to keep his paws off me, before I shoot him.”

  Jasmine shook her head. “Jenna...”

  “Nope. I’ll make sure he never sees it coming. Kind of like a bug hitting a windshield. One minute it’s going about its buggy business then bam.” She smacked her hands together. “Bug splat.”

  Zoe and Bell giggled.

  “I have never felt more aroused and scared in my entire life,” Osirus muttered, before taking another bite of his pancakes.

  The shorter of the two women stepped closer to Jasmine. “We came to welcome you to Window Rock. We wanted to let you know if you need—”

  “Great, thanks.” Jasmine tried to paste a smile on her face. “I’m sure the town mom committee would enjoy my presence, but see, I’m not into all that wine drinking and smack talking. I take care of my kids and my family.” Again, the silence was deafening. She glanced at Jenna, who shrugged before taking a sip of her tea.

  “Kitten,” Rapier growled. There’d been no heat behind it, and on some level, she realized she was being a bitch.

  “I appreciate you stopping by, but it’s not necessary.”

  Rapier’s phone rang, and he excused himself. “Be good, kitten.”

  Nothing to be good about. Her house. Her rules. No one came to their house during breakfast or dinner, unless they wanted to get bitch Jasmine. Before everything in their lives had gone ass over tea kettle, it’d been the two times during the day they could sit down as a family and discuss everything. What all of them would be doing throughout their day, what went right, what went wrong. It’d been how she announced she and Rapier were expecting. She swore the asshole’s chest didn’t deflate for weeks afterward. Now that they were all together again, the same rules applied.

  She took a step to Keeley and Danielle. “If you’ll excuse us, we’re still eating breakfast, and enjoying our morning. Thank you for inviting me to your quorum of town folk, but I’m sorry, I’m not interested.” She opened the door, then stepped aside. “Good day.”

  Keeley lifted her chin, like a haughty bitch, and squared her shoulders. She exited the house without a word, yet as she passed Jasmine, Keeley cut her eyes at Jasmine. “Welcome to Window Rock, anyways.” She gave an unladylike snort while she waited for Danielle.

  “Sorry to come so early. My sister...” Danielle rolled her eyes. “Seriously though if you—”

  “Thanks. Bye now.” The snarkiness rolled off Jasmine’s tongue. She shut the door then turned to face her family. “Rude much. This is our morning time.”

  The brothers snickered and coughed to cover their laughter. She narrowed her eyes at them. Had she missed something? Maybe it was because she hadn’t had her first cup of coffee. She could be a raging bitch without one. Hell, she could have drunk two cups and still threw more shade than an oak during the summer. She grabbed the coffee pot off the table and poured herself a cup then sat down.

  Rapier reentered the kitchen a few moments later. “Where did Cookie and Keeley go?”

  “Someone is risking death this morning,” Rashid muttered.

  “Cookie?” Jasmine cocked a brow. “I’m sorry, when did we start giving pet names to rude, uninvited guests?” She turned to face Rapier.

  He sighed, scrubbing the back of his neck. “I should have explained everything last night.”

  “Unfortunately, he was thinking with his little head instead of his big head,” Osirus remarked.

  “Well,” Jasmine said, bringing her cup to her lips. “I have all the time in the world to hear this one.”

  Rapier sat beside her. “Keeley and Danielle—”

  “Cookie,” Rashid teased.

  “Shut up, fucker.” Rapier growled. “Before I kick your ass.”

  Rashid held up his hands.

  “Keeley is the Alpha female. She is Kalkin’s mate. Danielle is the Beta female. She is Caden’s mate.”

  Jasmine lifted her chin, pushing aside the ounce of shame threatening to fill her. “I am the Alpha female in this house and in our Pride. Jenna is my Beta. I don’t take orders from any other than you.”

  Cormyr and Saber whistled.

  “Okay, I’ve had about enough of all of you acting like I am saying something wrong here.” She turned her ire toward her mate. “Why the fuck does Danielle have a nickname...Cookie?”

  “First the Pride and the pack combined. We...shit.” For the first time since she wrapped her arms around Rapier in Colorado, his facade crumpled. Worry, fear, and anxiety filled his features. “We were put into a situation after Raymond came after Danielle and her sons, to combine the pack and Pride. Together we’re stronger.”

  “He calls Danielle Cookie, because she went through a lot of shit,” Saber added. “The woman you saw isn’t the woman she was ten months ago.”

  Like she and Jenna hadn’t been put through the ringer? “I’d choose your next words wisely, Saber.”

  “He’s right,” Rapier added.

  “If you like where your balls are attached you’d do well to heed my words as well, mate,” she snarled. “I haven’t finished my first cup of coffee yet.”

  “You enjoy ‘em too much.” He gave her a lazy smile.

  “Guess it depends on your explanation of this...Cookie.”

  He shook his head. “Her mate is an asshole. Worse than all of us combined. It’s better if she tells you everything, but suffice it to say, I gave her the nickname to piss her mate off. To make him understand the bullshit he was putting her through and force him to claim her and get his head out of his ass.”

  Jenna snorted. “Did it work?”

  Rapier nodded. “She needed support, kitten. She withdrew from everyone, and they were too focused on themselves to see what they were doing to her. What her mate did to her. I tried to help her out. It wasn’t so I could get in her pants.”

  She deflated. Fuck. She scrubbed her forehead. “I need a shower and to think.” She stood. “Save me food or else.” She made it a point to stare at everyone at the table.

  Rapier took her hand. “Hey...it’s okay. This is my fault.”

  The warmth of his palm pushed back some of the shadows of their past and some of the anger coursing through her. “Yeah, it is.” She released his hand and started for the stairs. “You all know the rules. No more unexpected visitors before breakfast or dinner. This shit happens again and there will be hell to pay. I promise.”

  When she climbed the stairs, she covered her face and shook her head. What the hell was wrong with her?

  Chapter Three

  “Shit,” Rapier mumbled under his breath, watching the stiffness in his mate’s retreating back. She was pissed. At him. Not bad, she’s home less than twelve hours and ready to neuter me.

  He should’ve known Keeley and Cookie would have shown up to welcome his mate and cubs into the pack. It was just their way. He should have told Jasmine they were no longer a Pride, and that he’d sworn his allegiance to the Raferty Pack. He
still needed to have a conversation with Kalkin about this Co-Alpha bullshit.

  Too much shit to do, not enough time.

  He also might want to tell his feisty mate it had been Keeley who’d been instrumental in finding her. It might help soften her attitude toward Keeley, considering her first interaction with the Alpha Female had been less than stellar.

  Course, if he had been thinking with his head and not his dick, he’d have had the conversation with her last night. In his defense though, his dick hadn’t felt the warm, wet snugness of Jasmine’s pussy in ten years. That being said, pussy wins every time. Especially his mate’s.

  “Pussy,” Rashid grumbled from the table, uncaring of the girls beside him.

  Rapier glared at his brother. “Shut the fuck up. One day you’ll find a mate who’ll willingly put up with your pansy ass bullshit and we’ll see how you react.”

  “Not happening,” Rashid replied before shoveling a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

  “You don’t have much say over it. When your mate shows herself, you won’t be able to help yourself.”

  Rashid snorted, doubt clearly showing on his face. Rashid swirled his fork in the air. “I don’t want to deal with this bullshit.”

  Rapier shook his head. “You’ll never understand or know what love is until you find that one. Knocks you on your ass, while filling a void you weren’t even aware you fuckin’ had. I can’t even explain, brother. You’re just goin’ to have to experience it yourself.”

  “I’ll take your word for it,” Rashid said before he stood, taking his dirty plate to the sink.

  Rapier gaze fell to his girls, eyes wide, watching everything. Bell looked worried, and Zoe looked as if she couldn’t give a shit. They were going to fit in fine here.

  “Finish eating, girls. Get dressed and stay with your uncles until mom comes back down,” he ordered before bounding up the stairs and down the hallway.

  He could already hear their shower running, and visions of his sexy mate, wet and warm, made his dick hard. After ten years without her, he hated the thought of her washing his cum and scent off her sweet, little body. It made the lion growly and pissy.

  Not a good combo, considering he was also horny as fuck and wanted to fuck their mate. Rapier struggled to control the fucker, making it all types of promises, like the next time they took Jasmine, the lion could stay the entire time. He was so fucked.

  He went upstairs with the intent to talk only. Yet, the beast inside of him had other plans. Not happening, asshole. The lion snickered in amusement. Knock it the fuck off, asshole. I can’t be in her pussy twenty-four-seven.

  The lions roared in displeasure.

  He needed to focus on the task at hand. Go into the bathroom and give his mate pertinent information about their Pride and how to navigate her way around the townspeople of Window Rock.

  She was going to have to tamp down her Alpha bitchiness. They were no longer big fish in a little pond. Rapier had a year under his belt to adjust to the changes and their new status. She’d had not even twelve hours. He suspected his news would go over like a lead fuckin’ balloon.

  The bedroom door wasn’t completely closed, and the scent of spicy cinnamon reached his nose. Barreling through the door like a Neanderthal, Rapier kicked it shut behind him. He didn’t even flinch when it closed with a loud bang.

  Rapier reached behind his back and pulled his shirt off, tossing it on the floor before kicking his boots and pulling his jeans off, leaving them where they lay. She’d bitch later when she saw the trail of clothes leading to the bathroom. Right now, he only had one task—getting into the shower, with his mate.

  His dick was already rock hard, pre-cum running down the long length. The shape he was in wasn’t really conducive to having a conversation. His mate’s tight little pussy was just feet away, and knowing that made it hard for him to focus.

  Fuck. He’d mated with her several times last night and this morning. The need shouldn’t be this intense. His balls felt like they were in a gods-damned vice. He skidded to a stop when he saw her sweet figure through the hazy glass doors. The fucker inside of him sat up, waiting in eager anticipation.

  “You going to watch or join me?” she called out over the spray of the water.

  “I wanted to talk,” he replied, giving one more attempt to think with his big head and not the little one, which wasn’t so damn little. “Explain what’s happened with our Pride.”

  She snorted. “No, you don’t. If you wanted to talk, you’d have waited for me, not shown up in the doorway naked with a hard-on.” Shit. She knew him too well. “Admit it, you came to fuck.” The shower door opened, and Jasmine’s head popped out. All he saw was sudsy shoulders and the tops of her tits. “You coming in—” Her gaze dropped to the heavy flesh straining between his legs. “—or you planning to waste that perfectly good hard-on?”

  His lion smiled, as did he. Oh, fuck yeah, there was no doubt in his mind they’d both be comin’ soon…together if he had anything to say about it. Anticipation filled his belly, knowing he’d be balls deep in his mate’s little pussy and she was going to squeeze every drop of cum from his balls.

  His control was for shit. They’d talk later.

  Rapier moved into the shower, blocking the warm spray of water for his mate. It was the least he could do as he backed her up against the cold tile. She gasped when her back made contact.

  “Fuck, mate,” he growled, taking in all that was her and savoring it like a fine wine or meal.

  Last night he spent an extraordinary amount of time using his tongue to trace the tattoo on her sex. Thinking about it had pre-cum pulsing from the tip of his dick, and he smeared it on her belly.

  Marking her.

  “Wanted to talk,” he growled, fighting the urge to pick her up and pound into her.

  “Later,” she promised.

  His gaze dropped to her Cupid-bow lips, thinking about them wrapped around his cock, taking him until she swallowed him. “Suck my dick, kitten.” He didn’t care how rough his tone was with her; at the moment he craved her.

  His sweet, sultry mate dropped to her knees, pressing delicate kisses to the tip of his cock like it was made of the most precious substance in the world. His dick throbbed, and a pearly white bead of pre-cum spurted from the slit. Rapier watched in awe as her pink little tongue poked between her lips, lapping it up like it was her favorite treat. He’d forgotten how beautiful she looked kneeling before him, her hair wet, streaming down her back. She looked up at him sultry, under her lashes.

  “Take it, kitten.”

  Her mouth eased over the large piercing he hadn’t bothered to change, before flicking it back and forth with her tongue. A full body shudder worked through him, and he fisted her hair, keeping her mouth right where he wanted it. When she glanced up at him with large, pleading eyes he fed her inch after inch of his cock until she swallowed around him. In the past, Rapier would have fucked her face, slowly, needing her to take his entire length. Her reward for being a good kitten, him coming down her throat. That wasn’t an option because of the gauge of the piercing in his dick. He’d made a mental note to change it out at his earliest convenience.

  “Spread ‘em,” he ordered, nudging her knee with his foot. “I wanna see my pussy while you suck me off.”

  She hummed around him while she opened her legs, exposing her dripping sex to him.

  “Play with your clit, baby. Make my pussy nice and wet.” He bobbed her head over his dick as she slipped her fingers between the small slit of her pussy to finger herself like he’d desired.

  “Fuck,” he growled, his large hand slapping against the wall with determination to stay his orgasm. “I’m not coming in your mouth. Later, you can suck my dick as much as you want. I won’t stop you.”

  Jasmine frowned. As he craved the taste of her pussy, she craved the taste of his cum. She’d have to wait for that particular treat. He needed to be inside her snug pussy. Rapier pulled back with a grunt of displeasure. He
hated leaving her tempting little mouth, but he had other plans for them. He placed his hands under her arms and picked her up. When he pressed her back to the wall of the shower, her legs wrapped around him and he groaned when the slick heat of her warm, wet pussy seared the flesh of his cock.

  Rapier gripped the hair at the back of her head, tugging her head back so he could see her. Her pupils were blown, filled with lust.

  “You want my dick, mate?” The lion surged forward, making his voice even gruffer than normal. Jasmine groaned. The spicy cinnamon scent of her pussy was strong, and fuck he fought the need to drop to his knee and lap all the honeyed cream he knew was covering her pussy. She rolled her hips, tempting him. Rapier growled. “Not goin’ to be easy, mate. I wanna hear you beg for it.”

  “Rapier—”

  “Wrong name,” he growled giving her hair a healthy tug. “Try again and do it right this time.” Her entire body shuddered in need, and she creamed on his dick. “Say it.”

  Her nails dug deep into his shoulders. Rapier didn’t give a shit; he’d gladly wear her marks. It meant he had her back in his arms. Jasmine licked at her lips, and he snarled in response. His lion didn’t like when she hesitated or teased. He required immediate response to the issued order.

  “Give me your cock, daddy,” she cooed, finally giving in to him.

  Fuck, yeah, now they were talking.

  “Hold on,” he ordered, taking a single step back before releasing her hair and snaking his arms under her legs, capturing her fine ass between his hands.

  He was strong and powerful, holding her with one hand. His free hand palmed the root of his dick and lined the head with the opening of her pussy. Once he had both hands back on her ass, he allowed gravity to do the work. Inch by slow inch his dick burrowed deeper through the ultra-snug muscles of her cunt.

  He groaned when his entire length was encased in her warm, tight sex. Not wanting to give her a chance to adjust to him, he started flexing his arms, bouncing her on his cock. Her entire body shook and shuddered.

  “Whose pussy is it, kitten?” He panted. Even after last night, after ten long years, she knew who she belonged to.