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  Alpha Colony: Unwanted Desire

  Aubrey Ross

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  Alpha Colony: Unwanted Desire

  Aubrey Ross

  When Barbary Pride lions are blamed for the brutal murder of a she-wolf shifter, animosity flares and tempers ignite. In a moment of desperation, the victim’s mate kidnaps Jizette and threatens to return her, one piece at a time, until the murderer is turned over to Timberline pack.

  Kage is afraid his grief-stricken friend will follow through with his grisly threat, so he hides the terrified cat, giving her pride time to investigate the murder. Jizette isn’t sure what to think of her rescuer. He’s gruff and aggressive, and stirs feelings she doesn’t want to feel. Interspecies couples are shunned. Forbidden. Yet, the flash of his eyes and the press of his muscular body, make her burn as never before.

  To protect her, Kage must take her beyond the walls of Alpha Colony, and expose her to a world she’s never experienced before. His rash plan might incinerate the sheltered beauty, or free her to become more than she ever dreamed possible.

  Prologue

  “Halt! Who are you and what’s your business in our village?” Duff, the younger of the two Barbary pride sentinels, moved to the edge of the shelter as Amara emerged from the surrounding trees.

  Moonlight revealed the purity of his features and a subtle sway in his stance. Good. He was just about ready for her.

  She held up both hands and smiled. “I’m unarmed, and I have no interest in the village.” She tossed back her hair and licked her lips. Nudity was far less common in the village than in the mountain and forest communities. The cool night air had hardened her nipples, and young Duff was having one hell of a time keeping his gaze on her face. “I came to see you.”

  “We’re on duty, miss.” River stepped forward, putting himself between her and Duff. “You’ll have to continue this once Duff has finished his rotation.”

  She brushed her hands down her sides, skimming the outer curve of her breasts as she smiled into River’s dark eyes. “I came to cause trouble, and I was hoping both of you would be willing to help me.”

  “What sort of trouble?” Duff shoved River aside and pulled her into the shelter’s relative privacy.

  Senauta root freed inhibitions and made the mind susceptible to suggestion. She’d slipped it into their drinking water while they performed their last perimeter sweep. The extract appeared to be working better on Duff than River. Or Duff’s youth and inexperience was simply making him easier to corrupt.

  She chose her words carefully, not wanting anything she said to make them complicate her mission. “I recently found out that my mate is mounting other females. Not just one, mind you. He pokes his cock into any female who will hold still long enough.”

  “So you thought you’d repay him in kind?” River’s voice took on a dark, smoky quality that made Amara tingle. That was more like it.

  “Can you think of a better way to illustrate my disapproval than to crawl into bed beside him reeking of other men?”

  “What will keep him from coming after us?” Duff held his ground, but his eyes were wide and luminous.

  “He can’t identify breed by smell,” she assured him, “and we live way up in the hills. Why do you think I came all the way down here to misbehave?”

  “This can’t take all night,” River warned. “Our team leader will turn us in without a second thought if he catches us at this.”

  “Fine by me.” Ulli was the only sentinel who could positively identify her. She had no intention of running into the cantankerous team leader. Shifting position, she made her breasts sway. River was obviously a breast man. The slightest movement drew his gaze like a magnet. “I have only one condition.”

  River snorted and folded his arms across his chest. He was taller and more muscular than Duff, probably quite a few years older. “Why are there always conditions?”

  “You have to come in this.” She held up a container by the long leather laces connected to its cap. Though fairly small, the vial’s mouth was wide, then graduated, like a built-in funnel. “As I said, we live way up in the hills. I want to make sure I still reek of sex by the time he gets home.”

  “You are one twisted fuck.” River shook his head, but reached for her shoulders. “If she wants this fast and dirty, Duff, we better get to work.”

  Amara sank to her knees in front of River. Duff knelt behind her and moved her legs farther apart. Despite his apparent youth, Duff obviously knew how to mount a female. She placed the vial within easy reach of the men. Collecting their cum was the purpose for this mission, and she would not let them forget.

  River freed his cock and slipped it between her parted lips. Her eyes opened nearly as wide as her mouth. Damn the man was thick! He closed his eyes and rocked his hips, completely shutting her out. He was absorbed in his pleasure, a pleasure she had offered him. So why did she feel neglected?

  It didn’t matter. She wasn’t here to make friends. She was here to pacify Izak. Regardless of his cruelty, he was the only chance she had of regaining her standing in the feline community. His bloodline was faultlessly fertile. And she needed a cub desperately.

  Duff’s touch was tentative, almost reluctant. He ran both hands up the insides of her thighs and tried to finger her pussy. “You’re not very wet.” He paused. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  Emotion burst within Amara, inundating her mind and shaking her body. What she wanted hadn’t been a consideration for longer than she could remember. Her mate had been wonderful when he first chose her; then her body failed to produce living offspring, and he became cold and impatient, dismissive. He finally set her aside, shaming her in front of their entire clan.

  Which put her at the mercy of men like Izak.

  “Just fuck her,” River urged. “She came to us. Of course she’s willing.”

  When Duff touched her again his fingers were soft and slick. He must have licked them, or… She didn’t care how he’d lubricated them. They slid smoothly, gently over her reluctant flesh. She closed her eyes, ignoring the selfish shuttle of River’s cock, and savored Duff’s gentleness.
At least Duff saw her as a partner in pleasure rather than a receptacle for his lust.

  “Suck harder.” River shifted his hands to her face, thrusting faster and deeper. He threw back his head and groaned. “Gods that feels good.”

  “Don’t forget to pull out.” Duff’s warm fingers carefully pushed into her cunt, and she wished she’d caught him alone in the woods. They could have fucked all night, exploring each other at their leisure, until the wretched vial was full.

  In a frantic series of movements, River pulled out of her mouth, and pressed his cock against the open vial. He stroked his shaft in long, hard pulls, and ropes of white liquid shot into the small container.

  “Thank you,” she felt compelled to say, even though he’d treated her with complete indifference.

  “Go on, cub.” River tightly capped the vial then tossed it back to the ground. “Show me how it’s done.”

  Duff traced her slit with the head of his cock, rubbing against her clit until she squirmed. “River might be okay with a quick blowjob, but I like my partners fully engaged and trembling with pleasure.”

  She lowered her head to her forearms, a gesture no male cat could ignore. With a low, appreciative growl, Duff entered her pussy and Amara moaned. The head of his cock pressed against the mouth of her womb, and her inner muscles stretched tight around his thickness. Fuck! She’d never felt this full. River had seemed huge in her mouth. Were all Barbary males this big?

  River circled them as Duff began to move. She tried to ignore the distraction, tried to enjoy the steady slide of Duff’s impressive length, but River’s gaze burned into her, hot and hungry.

  Annoyed and frustrated, she braced her arms and pushed up into Duff’s firm down strokes. If River wanted a show, she’d give him one! Her frequent gasps and groans seemed to please both men. She tossed her head, sending her hair cascading across her back and along her sides.

  “I can’t see her tits jiggle,” River complained. “Have her ride you for awhile.”

  Duff ignored the suggestion, but found another solution. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her up until her back pressed against his chest. Her breasts thrust forward, quaking with each thrust. The new angle also dragged his cock across the front wall of her passage, launching sensations all through her abdomen.

  Tension twisted through Amara, real and intense. She hadn’t expected to enjoy this mission, had only wanted to accomplish her task as quickly as possible. Izak forced sensations on her with shameful regularity, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d savored the simple pleasures of having sex.

  River palmed her breasts, his gaze boring into hers. “Why are there welts on your ass? Does your mate abuse you?”

  His misplaced protectiveness shocked her. Why the fuck should he care what others did to her? Her body was teetering on the brink of orgasm. Did he honestly think she wanted to talk now? “Not… abuse.”

  Understanding ignited his gaze and a wicked smile parted his lips. “I see.” He caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted viciously.

  Like a well-oiled machine, her body produced the conditioned response. She came in sharp spasms that had Duff yelping in distress. He jerked out of her pulsing body and scrambled for the vial.

  River drew her to her feet and reached between her legs, his gaze never leaving hers. “Who are you?” His long middle finger thrust into her primed pussy, the force rocking her back. “Why do I get the feeling this is about more than pissing off your mate?”

  She closed her fist around his cock and stroked him just as roughly as he was fingering her. “Did you come too fast before? It feels like you need some more to me.”

  “I always need more.” He lifted her, and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. She looked around for something he could brace her against, but he didn’t seem to be concerned. Effortlessly supporting her weight with his hands, he lowered her onto his cock. He moved both hands to her ass and gave her a firm squeeze. Then with nothing more than the strength of his arms and the balance of his muscular legs, he moved her up and down along the length of his shaft.

  She clutched his shoulders and kept her legs wrapped around his waist, but he controlled the speed and depth of each stroke. His angle and impact determined how quickly her arousal built and soared. He understood control and demanded her complete surrender.

  Arching her back, she tightened her inner muscles and made sure her breasts quivered just the way he liked. He thrust deep then bent and suckled while her body screamed for the sweet friction he’d been creating moments before. He kept her off balance and unsure, his actions anything but predictable.

  Duff came up behind her, his body warm and solid against her back. River growled around her nipple then lowered his head, ignoring the younger man. She rested her head on Duff’s shoulder and unlocked her legs. River draped her knees over his elbows and resumed his slow, deep fucking.

  “We’ve got to get her out of here,” Duff cautioned. “Ulli’s on his way.”

  River’s only response was his change in tempo. His hands grasped her hips, and he thrust fast and true. Eyelids drooped to half-mast as he gritted his teeth and shuddered. Duff jerked backward, dragging her with him.

  “What the fuck?” River muttered.

  “Finish in the vial,” Duff snapped in an urgent whisper. “We’re out of time.”

  Looking none too pleased, River released his seed in the vial then quickly righted his clothes. He closed the cap and tossed the container to Amara with an arched brow. “Get what you came for?”

  Rather than respond to the provocation, she snatched the vial out of the air and didn’t look back. Damn Izak and his cowardly ways! She was the one who snuck into campsites and collected information while he lazed in the security of their secluded hideout.

  She paused in the darkness long enough to tie the vial around her neck, then she dispersed her human form and started to morph. Fire burned away her frustration, consuming her consciousness until nothing remained but rage. She flowed with the change, embracing the pain as her tiger-self burst free of its human trappings. Then she ran, as fast as her feline legs would carry her, away from potential discovery, and into the arms of her tormentor.

  Izak waited at the mouth of their cave, as she knew he would, restless and excited. “Did you get it? Let me see.”

  He snatched the vial from around her neck faster than she could morph back into her human form.

  “This isn’t very much.” He held the vial up to the moonlight and watched the creamy contents swirl. “How many did you fuck?”

  “Two. One of them twice.”

  “And they were both Barbary pride?”

  She rolled her eyes and walked farther into the cavern. “I understood the mission. Do you honestly think you can fool the dogs?”

  “We’re about to find out.”

  His cold, harsh laugh grated on her frayed nerves. “You already tried this once and it didn’t work. Why do you expect the same trick to have a different result?”

  “Because dogs hate cats far more than cats hate each other.” He lingered near the mouth of the cave, obviously ready to get underway. “I should have thought of this a long time ago.”

  She just shook her head. Arguing with Izak was an utter waste of time. Once he’d made up his mind, there was no reasoning with him.

  “This shouldn’t take long. Once it’s done, you’ll know,” he predicted with an evil smile. “Once it’s done, all of Alpha Colony will know.”

  Chapter One

  “Hold her down and let us fuck her,” one of the wolf-shifters suggested. “We’ll pass her around like they did with —”

  Jizette’s captor growled, cutting off the horrible suggestion and driving his pack mates back a step. They were in a grassy clearing in the middle of a cluster of cabins. She stayed on her knees and kept her eyes downcast. Every time she looked up their aggression spiked. Apparently, wolves expected their women to be docile and silent. Or at
least their female captives.

  “No one touches her — but me.” His stipulation drew bawdy laughter from his friends.

  Her captor had dragged her halfway to the canine settlement before Jizette accepted that this was really happening. His mate had been violated, tortured and left in the forest, where she bled to death. And he blamed Barbary pride. Jizette was a hostage, a negotiation tool, which he intended to use ruthlessly. He’d been deaf to her questions, and responded to her slightest show of spirit with violence.

  A suppression collar trapped her in human form and a long synth-leather leash tethered her to her captor’s wrist. Her hands were bound in front of her, and her only garments were the filmy geron tied around her hips, and the rubber soled slip-ons she’d been wearing when he’d snatched her from the feline village. Partial nudity wouldn’t have bothered her if the onlookers weren’t leering at her breasts.

  “Then mount her now. Let us watch you tame the spitting she-cat,” someone else called out. To Jizette’s utter astonishment the speaker was female. How could a female consider such a thing?

  Fear clenched Jizette’s belly, and she tried not to panic. She could face death with dignity, but rape? Was she strong enough to endure the pain and degradation without feeding the crowd’s hunger for violence?

  “Lane, stop this right now. Abusing the cat will not bring Enya back.”

  Finally, the voice of reason. She dared a glance through the fall of her hair. Her captor’s name was Lane, and… Her relief fizzled nearly as fast as it had flared. Her rescuer was a plump, middle-aged woman. Wolves responded to strength and aggression. There was no way this woman would have much pull with the pack.

  “You shouldn’t be here,” Lane muttered, his voice tight and low.

  “You’re not the only one grieving. Enya was my daughter.” She stopped several paces away. All Jizette could see were her sturdy shoes. “You shame her memory with this nonsense.”