Rapier (Apache County Shifters Book 3) Read online

  “Yours, daddy,” she mewed, her little pussy clenching around his invading dick.

  “That’s right. It’s my pussy…my ass…my tits. Don’t ever forget it,” he snarled, flashing his teeth. The beast within him wanted to mark her again. Establish another mark to force his dominance on his mate. He wasn’t going to stop the crazy motherfucker, knowing the more marks the merrier.

  He knew the exact spot too.

  Her breast, right about her nipple. Both he and the lion would see it every time they fucked face to face. The plump milky white mounds, tipped with the palest pink nipples, bounced each time he sank his dick into her. He wanted to come, to fill her pussy up with his seed so every fucker who approached her would never doubt who she belonged to.

  “Mine,” he roared, pounding into her, bottoming out each time. “Love my tight pussy.”

  “Please,” she begged, her pussy fluttering around his thrusting cock.

  She was close.

  “Come on my cock, kitten,” he urged her, jackhammering into her quivering sex. Her head fell back, supported against the wall. “Eyes, baby. I want your eyes on me the entire time I fuck you.”

  Her dazed hazel eyes fluttered open, catching and holding his blue eyes as she worked herself up and down his cock, seeking her pleasure. Watching his mate come was a beautiful sight. She screamed his name. It echoed off the bathroom walls, and he knew it would carry downstairs. Rapier didn’t give a shit that his siblings would hear Jasmine find her pleasure. Truth be told, he’d walk around later with his head higher knowing only he could give Jasmine this pleasure.

  Moving his hands from her ass, he tucked them around her, resting his hands on her shoulders, pulling her down, and pushing his entire length into her spasming pussy. Rapier curled his lip, his lion surging forward and capturing the skin above Jasmine’s nipple, on her right breast. He sank his canines deep into her flesh the second he began to throb inside of her, spilling his cum.

  Fuck…the thought of getting her pregnant again made his dick jerk and his knees go weak as another splash of his release filled her fertile womb.

  Rapier turned and slid down the cold tile, stopping when his ass hit the basin of the shower.

  Jasmine cuddled into his chest, her pussy still flexing around his still hard dick.

  “You marked me again,” she said, her voice soft and tired.

  Rapier couldn’t help the smile he felt forming on his lip. “Don’t blame me. It was the crazy-assed lion of mine.”

  “Umm hmm,” she said.

  He couldn’t stop touching her, his hands moving up and down her back, shoulders, and her sweet ass he loved to fuck. “We’re going to talk tonight. You need to know what I had to do to make sure the Pride was protected. For now, take Jenna and the girls and go explore the town.” Rapier reached down, capturing her defiant chin so he could see her expressive eyes. “You and my girls are safe. Kalkin Raferty, I’ll admit, is a massive asshole, but he doesn’t fuck around when it comes to the protection of his town and pack.”

  She frowned at the mention of the pack, and he could see the questions in her eyes. Questions he was willing to delay for another time. He’d never admit it, but he worried about her reaction on his willingness to roll his Pride into the Raferty Pack. All but giving up his position of Alpha and hers as Alpha female. Jasmine hadn’t been with him to weigh in on the decision, but he had only been thinking of finding a safe, secure place to bring her and the girls back to him.

  “And where will you be?” she inquired.

  “Working, mate. Dryer Construction is flourishing in Window Rock. Got jobs coming outta my ass,” he said proudly.

  “Thanks for the visual, mate,” she giggled.

  His dick kicked deep inside of her, having missed the sweet sound.

  “I do what I can,” he teased. “We need to finish this shower. Otherwise the brothers will bitch we used all the hot water.”

  Jasmine shifted, his dick slipping from her warmth with his deepest regrets. He bounded to his feet, before helping her wash their combined releases from her sex. Once all of the soap was washed from her skin, Rapier leaned down and placed his lips to the new mark on her breast.

  “I love you, kitten,” he said.

  Jasmine cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb back and forth in comfort. It didn’t take her long to reply and her words, fuck, they were like a balm to his dark, tattered soul. “I love you too, Rapier.”

  * * * *

  Osirus stared at the retreating form of Rapier’s back as he stalked his mate. He’d missed this. Since they split apart, Jasmine and Jenna going one way, he and the Dryers the other, things had been...sullen. Sure, they shot the shit. Sure, they ragged on each other—Wy garnering most of the razzing—couldn’t have the pup getting too big for his britches, but this... This felt like home.

  Casting his gaze at Jenna, he picked up every careful nuance about her. Each of her moves was calculated. Controlled. She didn’t expend useless energy. She cut into her pancakes, each bite precise in size and shape. What he wouldn’t give to mess it all up.

  What he wouldn’t give to see her lose control.

  He hadn’t been lying when he said she aroused him with her threats of violence. Jenna could handle herself. Always had. He’d seen it firsthand. Watching her take down Raymond’s men with cold determination, in those few scant moments before they sped away from each other, had his dick thickening in his jeans. It’d stayed that way for the last ten years, too.

  Osirus stilled her hand as she cut into another bite of food. “Would you like to go with Utah and me to meet his new teacher?”

  When they arrived at the house, he’d readily given up his room for Jenna, and bunked with Utah. She needed her privacy more than Osirus needed a bed. He knew he caught her off guard when he did it. He enjoyed the way her eyes went wide, and the soft scent of her arousal and trust hit his olfactory. He liked it more when he stepped into his room to grab some clothes and her scent permeated the space.

  “Go with you?” She stared at him for a moment. “You want me to go with you and Utah?”

  “Yes, is that so hard to believe?” He elbowed Utah then signed, Jenna should join us, right?

  Utah nodded. Please?

  When Utah came into his life, Osirus knew there was something wrong with him. He’d never tell the boy he wasn’t wanted. He already knew the truth about his mother. Osirus had been the sad sack she pinned their paternity on, even though he wasn’t Utah’s biological father, before smothering Utah’s twin, so it couldn’t procreate more abominations—a sanctioned death, Osirus learned, within a streak.

  They’d spent the first three years of Utah’s life on the run. Then he met Rapier and found his home. Utah thrived, even though he couldn’t hear. Osirus taught himself ASL—American Sign Language—and at the same time, taught Utah. He read all of the advances in auditory technology. Asked several shifter healers if there was anything he could do, but in the end, Utah’s health and happiness meant more than tests and surgeries and aids that may never work.

  Jenna placed her fork on her plate. “Okay.” She signed the word as she said it. The raised cries of passion cut off whatever Osirus meant to say next. Instead, Jenna growled low. She looked at Bell and Zoe who stared at the ceiling. “Girls, if you’re done, why don’t you go outside and play. It’s safe.”

  Bell glanced at her. “Okay.”

  Zoe giggled. “Sure, Jenna. Come on, weirdo.” She waved at Utah who gave her a small smile.

  “Those two.” Jenna rolled her eyes.

  “Ten years is a long time,” Osirus said.

  “Why do they have to shove it in our faces?” Wy adjusted himself. “The scent is harsh enough.”

  Rashid cuffed the back of his head. “Don’t be an asshole. If you need a piece of ass, go to town. Get it out of your system.”

  Wy rubbed his head. “I’m only pointing out what everyone is thinking.”

  Utah pushed away from the table. He pulled the hood o
f his sleeveless hoody up over his head, before grabbing his plate to take it to the sink. When he returned to the table, he signed, I’ll go make sure the girls are okay.

  Thank you, son. Explore a little. I’ll come get you when Jenna is ready.

  With a quick sign of okay, he headed for the backdoor.

  “He’s withdrawn,” Jenna murmured.

  “Very. He hasn’t even attempted to make friends with anyone since we’ve been here. The two eldest kids who are around the Rafertys have tried, but they’re younger than him. I’m really hoping this teacher will bring him out of his self-imposed hell.”

  “I’m glad you asked me,” she said. “If this doesn’t work, we could force the issue.”

  Though she looked deadly serious, he heard the teasing edge in her voice. Jenna would never do anything to hurt Utah. She liked him way too much and, if Osirus had to guess, loved him. “I’ve missed you.”

  “Don’t go getting mushy on me now,” she grumbled.

  “Never.”

  An hour later they were in the truck heading for the hotel where Mark was waiting for them. Danielle didn’t say much when he phoned her before leaving, other than Mark would be waiting for them in the hotel restaurant and good luck. The way she said it had a bit of trepidation slithering through his stomach.

  They pulled up to the hotel and parked near the entrance. Osirus turned to Utah, who stared out the passenger window. He touched his son’s knee to gather his attention. Danielle wouldn’t have hired him if she didn’t think he would be amazing. I have a good feeling about this.

  Utah nodded. Let’s get this over with.

  Osirus sighed.

  Jenna touched his arm then signed, Go into it defeated, come out beaten. You’re better than that.

  Utah curled his lip as he got out. Jenna knew just what to say to the surly tiger to get him out of his head. She’d done it time and time again when Utah was a little boy.

  Osirus got out of the vehicle then headed for the entrance. Utah stuck close to his side, and Jenna bracketed him in. He wondered absently if she even realized how much she treated the boy as her own. Osirus gave a mental snort. Not even close. He opened the door to the hotel lobby then followed the signs to the restaurant.

  Giant floor-to-ceiling tinted windows gave them an incredible view of the desert surrounding them. Long, summer shadows streaked across the polished floor while the tables were positioned around the room to give the space the maximum capacity. A woman standing behind the desk to their left smiled.

  “Good afternoon, table for three?”

  Osirus shook his head. “No, we’re meeting someone. Mark? Danielle Raferty said we could meet him here?”

  The girl smiled. “Oh, yes. I was told you’d be arriving. Please, this way.” She waved them forward as she weaved her way through the tables. When she stopped in front of the table where two men sat, Osirus cocked his head. “Here you are.”

  The red-headed man peered up at Osirus while the dog at his side perked up as well. The man beside him smiled and waved. He didn’t understand. What had Danielle left out of their conversation that Osirus should have known about?

  “She didn’t tell you, did she?” The dark-haired man stood and held out his hand. “My name is Sam. I’m Mark’s interpreter.” He hooked his thumb at the man who sat beside him.

  What? Had Osirus heard him correctly? “Osirus.” He pointed to Utah first then Jenna. “This is Utah and Jenna.”

  Sit, Mark signed. Please. I thought she told you. I’m deaf. He scrubbed a hand over the husky beside him. This is Molly. My companion.

  Utah pulled the chair out across from Mark. You’re deaf and a teacher?

  Mark nodded with a smile. Ten years. I work with deaf and blind children.

  Osirus knew never to judge a person just by appearances, but he had to admit, Mark surprised him. His red hair lay in shaggy disarray. His glasses were trendy and hipsterish, and he wore a superhero shirt. He looked like he should be at some community kitchen picking fresh vegetables for some HGTV show. Or worse, he’d been a vintage clothing restorer while his girlfriend was a puppy sitter, and they had a budget of three and a half million for a house—HGTV people.

  Sam sat down beside Mark. They kind of matched each other, only Sam seemed more like the daredevil of the two. “She should have explained everything. Though, we hadn’t in the beginning.”

  Osirus cocked a brow. “What?”

  Mark gave a silent laugh then signed, I didn’t tell her I was deaf. I didn’t want her making a split decision. I wanted her to meet me. Not my disability.

  You were born this way? Utah leaned forward slightly, engaging in the conversation.

  Mark nodded. Yes. You?

  Yes.

  “Confession,” Sam said while signing. “Danielle told us about you guys. We are still a bit confused on how a shifter child can be deaf.”

  Utah frowned. Defect.

  Mark grunted, drawing Molly’s attention. Nothing is an accident. You are not a defect. Don’t want to hear you say it again.

  The forceful way Mark signed the words, the passion behind their meaning struck a chord with Osirus. Yes, Danielle had picked the perfect teacher for Utah. His son needed the extra kick in the ass to help him open up. “When did you want to start?”

  Monday. I think Utah needs to explore and open up. Mark turned his gaze to Osirus. Are there any more children?

  “Yes,” Jenna answered. “Several. Jasmine and I have been trying to teach Zoe and Bell how to sign.”

  Mark blinked. Okay.

  “There are babies too. We should start helping them too. Utah has been shutting himself off,” Jenna added, cutting her gaze toward the boy.

  His son lowered his head.

  Mark tapped Utah’s hand. What about school?

  I go.

  Do you have help? Mark signed.

  No.

  The man frowned. Did you know?

  Osirus shook his head. When he enrolled Utah at the high school where Nico and Penelope went, he figured the school would give Utah whatever he needed to succeed. Fuck. Guilt washed over Osirus. He’d spent so much time working and trying to make sure his son was taken care of, he hadn’t thought about school or what he had to do.

  Okay. We start there. I want to do summer school. Make sure Utah is caught up. Sam can do ASL class.

  “Did you just volunteer me?” Sam teased. “He always does that. He thinks because he’s signing it, I don’t know what he’s saying.”

  Utah gave a soundless laugh. They’d been few and far between since they arrived. Hell, if he were being honest with himself, in almost ten years. Between trying to keep him safe from his crazy mother then Raymond and his bullshit, Utah pulled farther and farther into himself. He meant to ask Danielle how it went while she and Rapier were gone, but with Jasmine’s not understanding who Danielle and her sister were, he hadn’t had the chance.

  Are you agreeable? Mark glanced at Utah.

  Utah nodded.

  Great. Mark relaxed into his chair. Can I make a suggestion?

  “Sure,” Osirus said.

  Get a companion. Mark scrubbed Molly’s head. It will open up doors.

  “I’m not sure that’s something—”

  “Jasper helped Mark get Molly. I saw a marked improvement after Mark got her. She has opened so many opportunities for my friend,” Sam said. “I get the whole shifter not wanting to own pets, because it is weird. However, in Utah’s case, it might help.”

  Do it. Utah signed. Could be fun.

  “Son, are you sure?” Osirus faced Utah. “The service dog will be an extension of you.”

  His son nodded. Yes. I understand.

  I’ll get the information together for you, Mark signed. This is what Utah needs to feel independent. To feel strong.

  “We appreciate it,” Osirus said.

  No problem. Stay for lunch?

  * * * *

  When Osirus walked out of the hotel, a sense of peace fell over him
. He told himself all those years ago he’d do whatever it took to make sure the boy would have what he needed. Utah opened up little by little as they sat with Mark and Sam. By the time they finished lunch, his son had become more animated, laughing and enjoying himself. This was what he wanted for his boy.

  He’d have to thank Danielle later. Without her help, without her determination to include his son in the pack/pride, he worried what could have happened to his son. Osirus glanced in the rearview mirror as he pulled out of the parking spot. Utah hadn’t lifted the hood on his shirt. He didn’t bury his face in some game on his tablet. He actually examined the town for what seemed like the first time. Engaged with his surroundings and...

  Shit.

  If only a couple of hours with someone who could relate to his son brought Utah out of his shell, he wondered what might happen in a month or three or even a year. It blew him away.

  “I guess I am going to have to tell Jasmine to give Danielle and her sister a chance,” Jenna said.

  “They really are good people,” Osirus replied. “I think you’d like them if you got to know them.”

  “Well...” She glanced over her shoulder. “If they could make Utah smile and laugh like he did just now, they already have me as a friend.”

  Pride welled in Osirus’ chest. “Thank you for coming with me.”

  A soft tinge of pink washed across the bridge of her nose. “You’re welcome. But, don’t read anything into it. You know I’ll still shoot you.”

  He laughed. “I know. It’s why you’re my mate.”

  Jenna wrinkled her nose. The soft scent of her arousal wrapped around him. “No, I don’t have a mate. I have a job.”

  “Had,” Osirus corrected. “Which reminds me, what are you going to do now that you don’t have to hide anymore?”

  Jenna snorted. “Keep you and this dysfunctional family on your toes.”

  He had no doubt about it. He pulled into the driveway and parked the truck. He knew the time would come when he’d need his own place to live. The timetable was moved up though when Utah was given the chance to have a companion. Rapier’s house was already overfull, and it would only continue to do so. He glanced at the backseat then over to Jenna. “What if I asked you to join me...Utah?”