Voiceless, p.7
Voiceless, page 7
part #1 of The Willowdale Village Collection Series
Then I would track that bus down and carry her ass back home.
As I entered our large office, the one and half story high book shelves glinted in the fireplace light in greeting. I noticed that there were two small stacks of papers and folders scattered across the desk from earlier in the day. Clearly, notes from my brothers before they’d passed out. Sitting in the leather seat, the material shifting slightly under my larger frame, I began to flip through them.
It was an overall review of what had happened the past few days and how we needed to move forward. I realized that following this entire shifting incident we would need to up training and classes for young shifters. I wasn’t positive what had triggered the kid’s sudden shift but it wasn’t normal. I frowned and tapped the pen I held thinking through possibilities until there was a knock on my door.
“Come in!” I called, the door opened and in walked one of our night guardsmen. Besides having a close working relationship with our police force and the sheriff being part of our pack, we also had a group of guards that changed shifts while guarding our pack lands.
“We have a slight issue that Commander Axel thought you should be made aware of.” He offered as I motioned to the chair. I tended to pay specific attention to Axel’s information because he was one of our head enforcers and after coming back from serving overseas in a special operations unit, he’d almost immediately taken over. Our father had trusted him despite being in his early twenties at the time, so I did as well. He’d never been wrong about his instincts regarding possible threats.
“What’s going on?” I arched a brow curiously.
“Earlier today, he noticed unmarked SUVs circling the border behind the pack lands,” he grunted, “then tonight, Sheriff Liam phoned in to let us know that one of them passed through the center of town. We think they are looking for someone, but we aren’t positive.” I had a pretty fucking good idea of who.
Damn it. I was going to need to look into Colette’s history. I’d been hoping to speak to her first but this seemed a bit more pressing, unfortunately. I spoke softly. “Keep an eye on them, and tell Liam to only let them pass through at night but make them think it's a consistent lowering of security. Make sure to pay attention if they revisit places. Get back to me in a few hours.”
The man nodded and walked out, leaving me to let out a frustrated sound, opening the bottom drawer of our desk to pull out a laptop we didn’t have to use very often. It not only had a connection to a larger human data base our police force used but supernatural contacts as well. A laptop that contained far more information than any police force needed, especially such a small unit like Willowdale Village.
As it powered up, I stared out the dark rainy window as lightning flashed across the sky, followed by thunder. I frowned, wondering if the loud noise had woken Colette; I hoped not. I wish I had been up there in order to make sure she was okay.
The computer dinged as I opened up two different programs. First, I searched Allard and Maine within the human database. I scanned through about ten pages of results before realizing that I wasn’t going to find anything on them. At least nothing that would be worth knowing within the extent of the human legal system.
I switched to the supernatural system and searched the same thing. I sighed in slight relief that I found at least one promising link. It was almost bittersweet. Not finding anything would have driven me fucking crazy, but finding something meant there could be trouble. However, best to have the knowledge to protect her than to be blindsided.
I began scanning through the article as the names Jeffrey Allard and Meredith Allard stood out to me. They seemed to be currently located in Pales, Maine, living as socialites hiding their shifter identity. I shook my head, realizing that our mate had truly come from across the fucking country. I was praising the fates right now for bringing her here despite the circumstances.
I frowned, noticing that they didn’t list Colette as part of their household. A household that had been forcibly removed from the rest of their family when they’d been kicked out of Jeffrey’s brother’s skulk for what appeared to be a white-collar crime. A deserving punishment considering it seemed to be threatening the integrity of their land.
I scanned past her uncle’s information, trying to find more information on Colette. Yet, no matter where I looked, I couldn’t find anything on her. In fact, her parents had no record or birth certificate proving they had a daughter.
Her uncle had a record of a child that passed away and two children that were still alive and well. Nothing on Colette. Odd. The entire situation left me with a bad taste in my mouth, making me more concerned than before.
The part that stuck out to me the most? If Colette had been raised amongst humans in Maine, she would have truly felt alone. In a sea of humans that wouldn’t have been able to understand her, telepathically or in the shifting sense. I hated that. I hated that she would have had to hide, especially considering Maine’s state of affairs regarding supernatural creatures, specifically shifters.
At least the residents of Willowdale Village were more accepting and diverse. Sure, it was a supernatural community, but during ski season humans were everywhere. We never had any issues, simple and civil. I couldn’t say the same about humans and how they reacted to our kind outside of Willowdale.
The need to shift with her soon was making my skin itch, to let her feel what it was like to live as an actual shifter and celebrate that part of who she was. To not always hide her animal in fear of being harassed. She deserved that.
Similar to my sister, Colette was a vibrant shifter. If I had to assume, her fox was a bright purple, making it very clear to humans that she was a shifter rather than a normal fox.
My eyes traced the dawn as I stood up, surprised so much time had passed unnoticed. No matter. Walking towards the door after closing down the laptop, I found the night guard walking towards the office. He looked determined, clearly ready to give some type of update regarding the situation.
“Walk with me,” I commanded quietly before making my way towards the back of our estate.
“They circled the Main Street area several times, then left.” He explained quietly, “From what we could tell there were two of them. The plates, unsurprisingly, came up unregistered so we don’t know where these guys are from. How should we go forward?”
“Like before,” I stated, “let them through again tonight. I want to see if we can develop a pattern. Eventually, I’d like for one of the cops to pull them over so they don’t get suspicious with how easy it is, but not soon enough to scare them away. I’d rather have them in our sights then have them try to pull some backhanded bullshit.”
He nodded, and I dismissed him by walking out onto the pack patio, feeling the exhaustion of last night hit me. I let out a yawn and shifted easily, my wolf letting out a quiet bark, much softer than before because the soft bastard didn’t want to wake up our mate. I didn’t disagree with him, but it was amusing to see how much of a change he’d made. Although, hadn’t the same happened to me? I felt far more emotional than I had in years and thoughts that I had never considered before were plaguing my mind.
I let my wolf fully take over as I enjoyed the fast sprint throughout the surrounding mountainside. Normally, I would have waited for my brothers because we tended to take a daily morning run to blow off some steam before the start of the day. If I was going to go slide into bed with Colette though? Well, I wasn’t about to risk doing that without releasing some of this animalistic energy coursing through me. It was either that or I would fucking attack her the minute she rubbed her sexy curves against me. I let out a small rumble thinking about how good she felt under my hands when I had her pulled against me in the car.
I needed some fucking sleep or else I was going to drive myself crazy with these thoughts.
When I broke through the trees towards our house about an hour later, I felt far better. The air had chilled my fur, and I felt like the weight of being human was lifted for a bit. Well, at least until I shifted back and adjusted my hoodie. Glad that I had the ability, unlike younger wolves, to shift in and out with my clothes attached. Shit got cold easily without that.
“Have you slept yet?” Hunter’s voice echoed as I walked towards him. His hand wrapped around a coffee mug and looking far better than he did before. I knew he had tried staying awake to see Colette. But he and his magic were depleted after the several days and nights he stayed up with the young shifters.
“No,” I grunted. “There is a report on the laptop. Someone is looking around Willowdale and I am worried it may have to do with Colette. It seems a bit far fetched to assume because she’s from across the country, but when you go into the office, read through it and let me know your thoughts.”
He nodded and offered me a shoulder squeeze. “Thanks for handling that, I know you’re fucking exhausted.”
I offered him a nod and groaned, walking passed while stretching my sore muscles. “Now that my wolf has shut the fuck up for a bit, I’m going to go pass out until she gets up for the day.”
“I have to introduce her to the pack today,” Hunter commented as if it wasn’t a big deal.
I smirked because the fucker was way too happy about that. “It will be good for her,” I noted seriously. “Seems like she grew up around humans so it will be a change but one she deserves. We probably need to tell her that we are her mates beforehand though…”
“I think she knows,” Hunter chuckled.
I nodded, not telling him about the emotional connection that allowed for telepathy. I felt like that was her moment to tell or show. To be honest, I sort of wanted to see the fucker shocked. Not a lot took Hunter by surprise so it was quite funny when it did.
“Alright,” I yawned, “see you in a bit.”
My wolf let out a low rumble in my throat as we thought about our sleeping mate waiting for us. I pulled off my hoodie as I walked into the room and quietly closed the door.
Dylan was already up reading through something on his laptop in the living room suite area. Instead of saying anything, I walked passed and easily crawled up the bed until I could pull her completely against me.
Breathing in her fresh scent, I let out a low growl. My body hardened against hers. I didn’t have time to do anything about it before my eyes closed completely, happy just to have her in my arms.
7
Colette Allard
I’d been in my fair share of comfortable beds, but never one this fucking comfortable. Although, I think a majority of that comparison had to do more with how much sleep I’d gotten… and who I had fallen asleep with.
By the time my heavy eyes finally managed to open, I realized that a familiar bonfire scent had replaced the faint smell of pine and leather that accompanied my other two mates. I smiled, thrilled to find myself pressed into a muscular golden chest that I knew was Dylan. I had thought for sure he’d gotten up this morning right before Luca had climbed into bed, but then again it looked like it was mid-afternoon so maybe he’d been tired enough to come back. I sure as hell didn’t mind.
I think this was the latest I’d slept in for some time. When I lived back in Maine, my mother used to wake me up early in the morning and force me to go on a jog before school. Something about ‘keeping beautiful’ and other shit I paid no mind to. I just used it as an excuse to improve my lung capacity for dance when I was on the stage for extended pieces of choreography. It sort of ruins the appeal when a dancer is huffing and puffing all over the stage. After all, wasn’t that what ballet was all about? The reason people said it was easy? It was because we made it look easy. We made it look effortless. That was the point.
Not wanting to think of my mother anymore, I pressed my lips against Dylan’s neck which was rewarded with a sleepy rumble.
His large rough hands gripped me tighter as he hooked my leg so I was flush against him.
My fox produced a small whine of contentment and frustration because I was instantly turned on. Somewhere along the line, if I even heard their voices I found myself getting wet. It was actually ridiculous.
His voice was rough as he spoke softly. “Fuck, Colette. You are so sexy and soft. I will never get tired of touching you.”
I nipped his neck lightly and he let out a growl causing me to tilt my head back to look up into his beautiful face. His eyes opened, despite being hooded with heat and sleepiness, offering me a hot look that had my body breaking out into shivers. My tongue darted out to lick my lips without permission and he let out a low groan. A small surprised sound came out of my mouth as he leaned down, brushed my nose gently before sealing our lips together.
Luca’s kiss had been hot and had my head spinning, but Dylan’s was a different type of lethal.
I let out a small whimper as his hand closed around my throat, his mouth taking mine in a deep, demanding kiss. I squirmed against him.
His other hand held me against his muscular form, his fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises which only turned me on more. He rolled us, caging me underneath him as my fingers slipped into his soft hair.
I tugged experimentally and he growled against my lips, his cock hard and pressed against my center, only separated by these stupid fucking clothes we were wearing.
A whimper came from my throat as his hand pushed up the tank top I wore, exposing my breasts to the cool air and causing my nipples to harden almost painfully begging for his touch. I let out a small moan as he teased them with his fingers causing me to rock against him, needy for relief from this frustration. I knew he could fix this.
“Dylan,” I voiced as his head snapped up, excitement coursing through our bond as I realized the connection we had made. Well, shit.
“Yes, baby?” He growled, nipping at my bottom lip before pulling back and rolling off my tank top completely, leaving me bare to him. My breathing was fast and rough as he looked over me, his eyes turning into metallic gold. “Fuck, you are so hot, Colette.”
Instead of waiting, I grabbed him and tugged him towards me, needing some part of him touching me. His dark, sexy chuckle had my toes curling as he kissed me roughly before moving down my jaw and neck.
I moaned out as he nipped my pulse, my body shuddering as my fox urged me to expose my neck more, wanting his mating mark on us. Desperately. My canines grew slightly longer as I resisted the urge to put a mating mark on him, knowing I needed to calm the heck down, but I wasn’t positive that was possible. My head was a hormonal haze, and the man was teasing and licking my skin without any relief. It was driving me insane.
“Oh shit,” I mentally cursed as his hot mouth closed over my nipple, his teeth tightening just enough to have me arching off the goddamn bed. My center was completely soaked and my clit was pulsating with need, making me feel like I was going to climax from just one more touch.
“Do you need to come, baby?” he asked, his voice rough.
I nodded, my nails digging into his bare muscular shoulders as he snarled at the feeling of it. I wanted my hands on his cock, but I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to let me take control of this situation. Considering how light-hearted and sweet Dylan was, this swing of dominance was totally unexpected and I was one hundred and ten percent there for it.
I let out a small cry as he worked his way down my body, peeling my leggings down and leaving me in literally nothing as he took my silk thong with it. I shivered. Having never been naked in front of a man before, I tried not to overthink what he thought when his gaze lingered over every part of me. I stopped worrying the minute a feral growl came from his mouth.
He made me squeak, embarrassingly so, when he flipped me over in a movement that was so fast it made me dizzy, his hands pulling back my hips so that I was entirely exposed to him. Sweet christ.
My moan was loud as his mouth met my soaked pussy, causing me to arch and push back further hoping that it would encourage him to keep going. He very much did. Holy shit, the man was devouring me. A low growl broke from his chest while tasting me and I felt a mini climax pulse through me at the primal sound. I cried out as he used one of his hands to play with my clit, his tongue pressing inside of me as he worked in a demanding furious pace that had my eyes fluttering shut as pleasure coursed through my system at his touch.
“You are fucking soaked, baby.” He snarled as I felt him release his rigid cock, the searing rod bouncing against me as his one hand continued to play with me while he jacked himself off with the other against my ass. My body convulsed as I pressed my head down against the bed, silently begging him to just end my suffering and slam home inside of me.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” His voice was filled with a nearly feral edge as he growled out the question, sounding really fucking worked up. “I want you to come right on my fucking fingers and cock, Colette. I want you all over me.” His possessive challenge was filled with demand and I couldn’t help but want to submit to exactly what he wanted.
I moaned as he ran his hard length between my thighs, the tip hitting my clit in a sharp movement, making me cry out as pleasure pulsed through me. I gripped the bed hard enough that my small claws ripped through the bedding. Well fuck, let’s hope I didn’t grow a fucking tail.
“I should just slip right the fuck into you.” He growled, increasing his pace so that he was essentially fucking me despite not being inside of me. “Would you like that? Do you want me to ram my big hard cock into your tiny little pussy?”
“Yes!” I screamed out as a climax shattered me. My entire body melted into the bed.
A dangerous and terrifying growl escaped him as I felt him cum against my lips. I tightened at the feel of him right against my hole, using his hard length to spread his release on me.
Well, shit.
“Baby,” he cooed, “Maker your voice is so fucking beautiful, why didn’t you do that to begin with? I love hearing you talk.”
I turned around slowly, out of breath.
