Epilogue

A phone vibrates incessantly somewhere inside my home, pulling me out of the very hot dream I was having about a huge, sexy man curled around me.

Hm. It seems that wasn’t a dream.

Hunter’s body is plastered to my back, his heavy arm draped over me, large hand around my quickly growing dick. His skin feels like a warm silk blanket, and his hot breath tickles my head. His intoxicating, smoky, earthy scent is always richer in the morning. The steel of his erection pressing firmly against my tender ass reminds me how hard he fucked into me last night. I’d put on a sheer purple bra for the first time and a matching thong; it turned him savage. What remains of that thong is somewhere on the floor, but I’m still wearing the bra.

I wiggle a little until his black mamba nestles into the crease of my ass cheeks. I might be sore, but I’ll never get enough of his big dick.

Three weeks have passed since we started this boyfriend thing, and I wake up every day feeling blessed and horny as a penguin—yes, penguins are a very sexual bunch. It still surprises me that the first thing Hunter looks for in the morning is me. If I’m not in his arms, he rolls over and extends his hand, reaching blindly for me before he’s even conscious.

It gets me every time, and something I can’t quite identify, more than love—adoration perhaps—crowds the back of my throat before I go snuggle inside his warm arms. He didn’t resuscitate only my senses, but my hushed heart as well.

My big teddy bear’s fingers twitch around my dick, and he lets out a deep, sleepy growl that tightens my balls and forces pre-cum out of the red tip. His cock jerks against my clenching hole, and I can’t hold in my eager moan.

I grab the lube from the nightstand, unclick the bottle, and pour a fat glob on Hunter’s fingers. Then I bend my leg and push it toward my chest as I direct his fingers to my back entrance. He lets out a sigh but doesn’t stir, so I keep going until I feel the cool, slicked tips rubbing against me.

I’m already loose from last night. And yesterday afternoon. And yesterday morning. I shift my hand, finding a better grip on his, two fingers gliding easily inside me. I turn my face into the pillow to silence the cry slipping out my lips.

His sudden rumbly groan makes me shiver, and then his hand around my cock tightens as his fingers start pumping roughly inside me.

“Waking up with you fucking yourself on my hand is my second favorite sight.” His voice sounds sexily groggy in my ear.

“What’s the first?” I gasp when he adds a third finger and crooks them, brushing my prostate just right.

“Waking up with my cock inside your hot throat.” His fingers speed up, and I open my mouth, letting out panting breaths. My eyes fall on the long mirrors on the wardrobe doors near the bed.

It’s like watching porn and experiencing it simultaneously.

We are a fucking sight. My pale, muscular body is enveloped and pinned down by his bigger, stronger dark one. His thick thigh keeps my leg up, the coarse hair scratching against my ass. I can see his black as coal fingers thrusting inside my gaping pink hole while his other hand is jerking me off at a slow pace. His mouth keeps sucking and nibbling my shoulder, his whiskers burn on my sensitive skin, and I tilt my head to give him more access.

I catch sight of the dark bruises on my collarbones, pecs, and neck, and the pit of my stomach turns blazing and tightens.

His eyes are almost shimmering when they catch mine in the mirror.

“Wrap your arms back around my neck, just like that. Show me those big tits. Fuck, that bra is so damn sexy,” Hunter whispers and I can hear the hunger in every word.

Hell, this man pussy kink keeps getting hotter and hotter. I feel on fucking fire.

He releases my cock to skim his fingers slowly along the lace before closing them around my pec, squeezing, kneading, pinching my nipple, and pulling hard.

My body arches, pushing his fingers more deeply inside me. My hands grip his nape, pinky brushing behind his ear, and I feel the bump from the small tracker Hunter let me insert under his skin. The fire inside me turns to inferno hot at the memory of him accepting my request. He did it for me. Because he knows that being able to find his location at all times alleviates my worries and soothes my controlling nature. Because he loves me.

His fingers slide out, but before he can shove his dick in me, I roll and push him on his back, straddling him in reverse cowboy.

He curses and spreads my ass cheeks as I drop more lube on his cock and then line it up with my hole.

The moment he enters me, spearing my puckered ring as my muscles relax to give him access…that is when we connect and become one. I lose awareness of where I start and he ends.

He’s like coming back home. To a home I never knew could exist.

My walls yield, pulling him in, adjusting around his thick, long shape, and I release a dirty moan, twisting my hips slowly around, savoring his length, his hardness and thickness so deep inside me.

“What a fucking front view, Red.” His grip on my ass tightens, and he pushes my flesh apart almost painfully.

I turn toward our reflection once again as I start riding him slowly. His eyes are hypnotized by the way my hole sucks him in, taking him easily and greedily. I like this position. Grizzly under me, at my mercy, waiting for me to give him unimaginable pleasure.

“Mmm. Fuck yeah, ride that fat cock.” He slaps my ass. “Harder, Red. Drop that wet pussy on it.”

Such a dirty mouth.

He suddenly sits up, giving me a show of his bulging muscles and flexing power. One hand goes up to grab my hair and pull my head back while the other grabs onto a headboard bar.

I watch for a few more minutes before my admiration of Hunter’s brawny body turns into intense, deep lust and need. His cock feels so hard inside me, filling me to the maximum. I squeeze it, pulling a groan of pleasure from my man. I rock my hips back and forth, keeping him buried fully inside. Hunter spreads his legs wider, opening my thighs further, and pushing his dick even deeper.

With his hold on my hair, he turns my face back, giving me a sloppy, wet, filthy kiss. I moan into his mouth as I start riding him like a bull—he definitely has the dick of one. He lets me set the pace, fast and rough. Hands pressing on his thighs, ass bouncing, dripping dick jouncing against my belly.

My head rests on his shoulder, and Grizzly nuzzles my temple. His breath comes in pants as he groans, “You feel so fucking good. Got such a talented cunt.”

I hear a sharp snapping sound, and when my gaze flies back to the headboard, I see the wooden bar has broken. He broke it. With his bare hand. His. Bare. Hand.

So damn sexy!

I suddenly smirk. I made him do it. Me. I impale myself on him harder now. The thought of driving him mindless makes my dick throb and ass clench. I feel his rough, work-hardened fingers brushing my cock too quickly, then my abs, trailing up to my chest and twisting around the front of the bra. He grips it firmly, plants his heels on the bed, and then? Then he starts ramming into me, shoving me down on his cock, forcing me to take all of it, using his grip on my bra.

I throw my head back and let him use me. I love it when Hunter makes my smooth round butt into a used, wet, open pussy.

His thrusts are getting deeper and deeper. If he keeps going, I’ll end up feeling it in my throat. Every buck of his hips pushes my sensitive, erect nipples against the lace of my bra, wrenching slutty moans from my lips.

He suddenly stops. “Turn around,” he snarls, his hand cracking against my ass. It’s not easy, since my legs ache, but a moment later, I’m straddling him face to face. His deep eyes burning into mine.

My hands rest on his shoulders as I lift to position him near my hole again and kiss him, sucking his big lip, gorging on his taste.

He suddenly grips my hips and slams me down, stealing all the air from my lungs. He then tears the front of my bra, arches me back, and licks, sucks, plucks, and bites my nipples, growling low in his throat.

I grind down, twist my hips, and begin a frantic ride as he keeps his mouth on my hard buds. It’s the usual, spectacular overload of sensations bombarding my whole body and mind.

I’m dying to come. The friction between his cock and my tightening inner muscles drives me to insanity. And the way he’s hitting that sweet spot? The sight of my cock stroking against his belly and covering it in pre-cum? I cry out all my pleasure.

He licks my neck and sucks hard. “So perfect. So mine.” I can feel his raw cock swelling in me, splitting me in two. Is that even possible?

“The best feeling is you inside me,” I gasp as his hammering hips wind me tighter with every quick thrust. “I can’t ever live without it anymore.”

I look straight into his eyes, and he blows out a breath loaded with emotion.

“I can”t wait to fill again this snug pussy.” Then he fucks me like there is a wild fever pounding his body, which gets to me as I start scratching his back with my nails, drawing blood. It only inflames him more.

“Right there. Right fucking there.” He drives me to the perfect height until waves of blinding pleasure tear through me. My orgasm hits like a succession of fireworks exploding inside me.

My cock lets loose, gushing out a stream of cum all over his belly and hairy pecs. “I love you. I love you so much, Hunter!” I scream looking straight into his deep dark pools.

He spanks my ass without stopping the wild driving of his hips.

“I love you,” I mindlessly repeat with a sob, lost in a world of ecstasy.

He makes a deep, animalistic sound then jackhammers my ass like he owns it. And he fucking does. He has every right to do it, to use it for his own pleasure whenever he wants. And I fucking want. I need it.

“My Ramiel. Mine,” he pants, his balls slap hard against my spread cheeks, and the filthy sound of my wet hole being pounded echoes through my house.

“Then say it!” I cup his face with one hand and cover his hand on my ass with the other.

“I fucking love you, Ramiel Masters,” he whispers with a desperation in his voice that shows how close he is to stuffing me full.

“Then fill this pussy, so I can have you inside me all day.” I buck my hips once, twice. His eyes flutter closed. His grunts turn into a feral roar as he releases inside me. Jet after jet of cum bathes me inside, making me moan and squeeze my inner walls.

“Keep strangling that cock,” he orders. His bruising grip on my butt turns just shy of painful, opening and closing my ass cheeks, squeezing them around his thick length, making my eyes cross at the feeling. I’m so full of him. “Take it all. Mmm.”

Another hard slap falls on my already abused ass, making me yell, “Hey!”

Hunter swallows my every breath, locking his mouth to mine, sending his groan down my throat. The kiss soon turns sweet, and we just savor each other’s tastes.

I stay on him, keeping him deep inside me, filling me completely while our bodies come down from the unforgettable high. I close my eyes and let myself sense him. His sweaty body against mine, steel-strong arms around me, hot thighs under my butt, smooth back against my fingers. He smells like sex and man. My man.

“Feeling my cum inside you as I slowly thrust up makes me crazy,” he grunts, holding me there against him, wrongly thinking I might move. I don’t want to be anywhere else but here, with my grizzly’s cock tucked in me. “But feeling it dripping on my balls turns me into a possessive fucker, Red.”

I grin at him, giving him my triple-dimple smile—as he calls it—and scratching the stubble on his cheek. “You won’t hear any opposition from me, love.”

We have grown so close in this short time, doing most things together. Trying new dishes, cooking—which I excel at—playing video games with the wicked trio with my feet, head, or whole body on his lap while he reads one of his enormous books, working on one of his cases or one of my donors, and going to see Loretta at the cemetery, she likes to listen to my animal fun facts. I told him I could clear his name, but Hunter declined my offer. He knows the truth, and I do too, and that’s enough for him. Fuck everybody else.

I feel like half a person when he’s not near me, when I can’t see his intense, obsidian eyes, kiss his soft lips, stroke his palm, tempt him. It’s hard to explain. I do know Hunter feels the same, though. I’ve caught him sniffing my used, torn panties when I’m away—he always keeps a pair in his pants pocket. Yes, I use the security cameras I installed in his living room to check on him. He already knows I stalked him, this is not so different.

I need to see him. I feel this unstoppable urge to watch him do mundane things, like yawning and scratching his sexy as fuck belly as he reads one of his thick books, bending his arm over the fridge door and leaning in as he chooses what to drink, or pulling down a clean shirt over his chocolaty chest as he gets ready for a new day. I’m so fucking smitten, obsessively so. I even let him distract me from watching my animal kingdom documentaries which is—as Lori would say—bonkers.

After a while, he starts softening inside me and slips out. As soon as that happens he pushes two fingers into me.

“I filled you up good this time.” He smiles proudly, pumping his fingers gently.

“You always do.” I kiss his puffed lips. “I’m tender, but I need you to still be in me.”

“My fingers and cock belong in this pussy.” His final statement makes my dick twitch, or maybe it’s the sudden, rough thrust of his fingers.

“How about your tongue?”

My phone starts buzzing.

“No!” Hunter says, before rolling me under him with a swift twist of his hips and shoulders. “Serena, take care of it,” he orders her.

He not only let me insert a tracker under his skin, but also the same microchip I use to be in contact with our AI all the time. He treats Serena like a daughter, and I might have made her notice that.

“Yes, Papa Bear,” she replies, and he closes his eyes with exasperation.

“Papa Bear is better than Daddy,” I remind him, as he grabs my wrists and pushes them above my head.

“You said something about my tongue.” Yes! Yes, I did. “After you scream how much you love me again with my tongue deep in your pussy, I’ll fuck your face. Would you like that?” he asks, knowing already that my answer is always a fuck yes!

“Your black mamba must have hypnotized me, or maybe his venom has aphrodisiac properties,” I joke.

Hunter’s phone starts vibrating. And then Serena’s voice makes us both jump. “Code three. I repeat, code three.”

“Let us hear it,” I tell her with a sigh. Hunter is looking at me with confusion, and his brows furrow even more as we start listening to the recorded conversation.

“Fuck!” he cusses after a minute. “The universe is determined to punish me today.”

“I’m the one with a crimson, aching ass,” I deadpan.

I untangle my limbs from him and grab my phone. Two missed calls from Opal. Fuck, indeed. I drop my ass on the bed again.

“Your cousin tried to call me.”

“Me too,” he says, after walking to his cell that he left on the chair across from the bed. The call he makes to her is short and heated.

“We need to go. But not before you explain to me how I listened to what I believe was a recorded talk among the triplets about freeing the animals Green FAB uses as lab rats.”

“That’s a pharmaceutical company right? Getting a background on that company was actually on my list. But only because they are my brothers’ competition, and I wanted to be sure they?—”

“Ramiel.” My name in his gravelly, irresistibly sexy voice, and I feel the need to give him everything he wants.

That’s why I blurt out, “I bugged your house.” I speedily slide off the bed and scramble further away from him and his large hands. My ass can’t take any more spanking for at least a couple of days. Okay, that’s a lie. A couple of hours.

I hear his curse as I go to my wardrobe—now containing only two pairs of winter gloves—to grab a change of clothes. I may bend a little deeper than needed as an attempt to distract him. He loves to see my cum-filled hole just as much as I love to feel it.

The silence behind me continues, and I think I’m succeeding with my distraction plan. I risk a glance back to find him staring at my ass with so much heat in his eyes, I feel my strong legs quivering.

“You what?” He stands up and picks his pants up from the floor. The distraction didn’t work, damn it.

I choose a pair of peach, Brazilian lace panties. “Only the living room. You said you like your new security system. Dare loves the way I improved it. My place has security cams everywhere too,” I say slowly, pulling the delicate lace over my thighs and hips, tucking my cock and balls in the front.

“C-cameras too?” He swallows. He’s stopped buttoning his jeans while his eyes stare at the cream crop-top bralette with a hint of tulle that I”m hooking over my chest between my round pecs. Damn, I feel pretty good about myself with my boyfriend watching me like he wants to eat me.

I smirk at him, feeling my sore ass ready for round two. But alas, that’s for later, even though seeing my cum on his chest is making my balls tingle all over again. I stalk toward him, like Jessica fucking Rabbit, all sultry and alluring.

When I reach him, I pull his neck down for a quick kiss. “We’ve made quite a few sex videos. We can watch them later if you want.” He shivers against me, I hope with anticipation. Because damn, I want to see him fucking me in the ass so badly. I wink at him.

“But now we need to stop the wicked trio before they leave your place.” I try to move away, but his hand wraps around my neck. Hell, I love it when he gets all domineering and brutish.

“Your obsessive protectiveness has no limits, but I feel there’s a more stalkerish reason to it.” He growls against my parted lips, and his tongue comes out for a quick tangle with mine. Then he proceeds to spread his cum on my inner thighs and balls. His hand falls on my ass again—damn him. “We’ll talk about this later, Red.”

After he lets me go, he takes a shirt from his drawer—yes, he has two actually—and pulls it on.

“I told the boys I needed to research Green FAB more. They can’t go there blind.” He growls angrily.

“So, they let you believe they’d wait, then decided to go alone.” I shake my head. “I should’ve put trackers on them too, I knew it!” I sigh. But that would have meant telling them what I do. What my family does. Hunter and I had decided to keep them in the dark as long as possible. They haven’t overcome their troubled past yet, we don”t want to add more shadows to their lives.

“Serena, find a way to bypass Green FAB security and to get inside the area where they conduct experiments on live animals.”

“Sure thing,” she replies.

“What did Opal say?” I ask him since I heard only his part of the conversation—grunts and hisses.

“The boys and Lori…” he starts, and I interrupt him.

“You left Lori with the wicked trio again?” My voice is filled with incredulity. He knows that Gremlin plus wicked trio means chaos.

“That was yesterday. He came to help at the pet shelter. I didn’t know he’d spent the night.”

“It’s like putting Dracula in charge of a blood bank.” I finish dressing in a pair of tight jeans and a thermal shirt.

He sighs. “Opal went there this morning, and when she heard what the boys were about to do, she tried to stop them, with no success, obviously.”

His cousin has been very busy after she got an anonymous tip with a list of names of dirty cops in her precinct—like her captain, who took her off Malcom’s case because Jasper paid him off. We have seen her only once in the last three weeks, when she announced she’d be leaving the force. She said she will help clean up her precinct and then take some time off to rethink her life and spend more time with her family. Hunter is trying to persuade her to work with him at his P.I. agency, and I think she’ll do it. Eventually.

“Just so you know, Lori could easily turn Opal to the dark side.”

“Well, she said that he’s still sleeping…in my fucking bed. So, he didn’t do anything this time.”

I doubt it.

“I need cake and coffee, Hunter Bear,” I let him know, opening the cabinet in my kitchen to choose from my tumblers.

“We can stop somewhere on the way.” He’s so fucking good to me.

When I’m ready, I walk over to the girls to check they have enough water. Then I grab my black duffle bag and start putting things inside.

“You know, your tortoises would enjoy a bigger space,” Hunter suddenly says.

I stop to look at him. “They would?” The garden outside is pretty big, but maybe when I get Kylie, I might need to expand.

“Yeah, they could move more and meet new friends.” Friends? “At my place, I’d build them a bigger house, and a smaller one only for Khloe. Can even make a pond and plant more flowers, so you can see those butterflies drink their tears?—”

I cut him off again. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” I slowly walk toward him, tossing my bag on the sofa behind him.

I follow his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. It’s easy to see how he feels about me now. I’ve learned how to interpret all his expressions, the little tics and breath hitches. But it’s more than that. I can sense it. Sense the way his body, words, actions…his beautifully intricate soul reach out to me. Sometimes, I can almost touch it.

“We’re always together, and when we aren’t…I now know you spy on me through the security cams in my house.”

I huff, but my smirk stays. “Like you don’t ask Serena to check my location every hour or send me a hundred texts.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have asked you to move in with me.”

I frown, the corners of my lips drop.

“Because that’s not how we do things, eh Red?” His thumb brushes my eyebrow. “You are moving in with me…and the boys. And that’s fucking final.” His hands grab my ass, yanking me roughly against him.

“Well, since you ordered me so gently,” I sarcastically retort, but I’m so fucking happy, rainbows could come out of my ass.

“We can still keep my place as a fuck den,” I suggest, and his half-hard cock seems to agree. I bite his chin hard, and when he hisses, I kiss the pain away. “Are you sure?” I taunt him.

He grabs my hair and tilts my head up, pulling me onto my tiptoes before smashing our lips together in an unforgiving, ruthless kiss.

I take that as a bear yes.

We are ten minutes from his house, Hunter driving my new Jeep Wrangler, when Serena informs us that the wicked trio boosted my Porsche, which I left at Hunter’s yesterday.

“Ash,” Hunter snarls. “I thought he stopped doing that.”

“I’m actually impressed. My Porsche has a state-of-the-art car alarm. But also, a tracker and a cam.”

I push a button on my phone, and the map shows us where they are going. They are five minutes away from us. I push another button, and I can see Ash and Ren inside my car, arguing of course.

“Where’s Dare?” My voice booms inside the Porsche, making them jump in their seats. It sends me into a fit of laughter while Hunter tries to hide his with a cough.

“What the fuck, Velma! I almost hit a hydrant,” Ash barks, looking around, probably trying to find the cam.

“He’s driving Hunter’s bike behind us,” Ren replies. Not the Harley, since that’s at my place. Must be the one with the sidecar attached to it.

“You are in so much trouble.” Hunter’s snarl makes my hair stand all over.

“We couldn’t wait anymore. They torture and kill defenseless animals in those labs every day.”

“We have to do something!” The two blonds sound very fervent about it.

“And Gabe says I’m hot-headed,” I mumble.

Papa Bear’s sarcastic tone is new to me. “Without a plan? How are you getting inside? With a rock through the shatterproof glass doors? Or were you hoping to flirt with the guard at the desk?”

“That’s not a bad plan act—” I start saying, but Hunter’s glower makes my lips retract inside my mouth.

“If the cops catch you, it’s prison time. You’re eighteen now and have priors,” he hisses and kind of roars them into silence when they try to talk again.

“Stop the car where you are and wait for us there,” I tell them.

“But…”

“Do what he says. Now!” Hunter’s scary low command is met with silence.

I close the communication with them but keep the video on.

“Your furious papa bear voice is very close to your sex one. Is it really wrong of me to feel turned on right now?” I hazard. Yes, I like to play with fire.

I can actually hear the crack of his teeth, so I pucker my lips and decide to give him some time. He stays dangerously silent for the next few minutes, but I can feel the air getting electrified in the small space of the car.

He parks the car behind his motorcycle with the sidecar in a laundromat parking lot where a few other cars are scattered. He unclicks both our seat belts and grabs a fistful of my hair, while his other hand slides between my thighs until he has a firm, slightly-too-tight grip on my plumping cock. “When we are done here, I’ll take you home, tie you to our fucking bed, and edge you with my tongue and cock so many times, you’ll do whatever the fuck I say.” Like I don’t do that already. He squeezes my dick, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Pleasure, pain, anticipation, want, and passion all explode inside me at the same time. But he’s not done yet.

“Then I’ll fuck both your holes until they overflow with my cum and lick all of it off you.” Is it very bad if I come in my pants?

He gives me another hard squeeze before letting me go abruptly and leaving the car. I need a few minutes to compose myself, but I can clearly see and hear the way Papa Bear rips the boys a new asshole. Ash is the one that tries hardest to fight back, but in the end, he seems as regretful as the others…mostly.

We know everything about the pharmaceutical company now, and Serena found a way to get us in. We can free those animals.

I grab the duffle bag from the back seat and open the car door. “Okay. We don’t have much time,” I tell them. I place the bag on the hood and unzip it, waving them closer. Pulling out the padded box from inside, I open it. “Here, take one.” I hand them each an earbud and a bracelet with a mic. “Wear those, so we can be in contact when we are inside.”

“We are going in?” Ren asks.

“You were right. While we were trying to catch up to you, I discovered that this company has been using animals to experiment with new drugs on them. It needs to stop.” I nod.

“I knew it!” Ash spits out while Dare kicks his foot against the sidecar tire.

“Do you have a plan?” Ren asks, looking ready for anything. I have the wicked trio under me, and it’s such a thrill.

“Don’t I always?” I smirk at my grizzly, and he sends a heated look my way. Hope he’ll keep his promise later and use my body thoroughly.

Ten minutes later, I’m entering the Green FAB lab lobby. And while Serena is blurring the cameras and letting Hunter and the wicked trio in from the back loading entrance, I smile seductively at the man behind the front desk, trying to distract him from the video console. Serena’s facial recognition told me his name is Jeff Curtis, fifty-seven, married but likes to dunk his cookie into gay bars, specifically with muscular guys.

I flex my bicep as I run a hand into my hair, letting my olive-green thermal slip up to show a strip of my ripped abs. His eyes focus on it and then lower to my cock. So fucking easy.

“Hello,” I purr, imitating Lori—but failing to reproduce that same sexy vibration. It doesn’t seem to matter. Jeff jumps up from his chair and leans over the counter like he’s trying to get as close as possible. And I can’t fault him for that. I’m damn amazing.

“Can I help you? I’m Jeff, at your service.”

I hear Hunter’s annoyed growl and a snort in my ear, Ren’s perhaps.

“Why, yes. I think it’s my lucky day.” I leer at him while dropping my bag on the floor. There’s a jammer inside that overrides the signal on his walkie talkie, so he can’t communicate with the other two guards inside the building. One of which, Hunter must have neutralized already.

“How did Hunter not resist all that?” Ash sneers at me.

“Little fucker,” I mutter.

“What?” Jeff asks, confused.

“Just an annoying fly in my ear.” I slide my finger on the shiny counter as I lower my voice. “I’ve forgotten my entry pass. Left it in my coat.” His gaze falls on the muscles outlined by my tight shirt, and he ogles the fuck out of me. “Do you think I can enter even without one?”

“Well, I’m gonna need your name and…phone number, baby.”

I giggle, when what I really want to do is roll my eyes at him.

“Swipe left, Velma. Yikes!” Ren’s mocking is followed by an angry rumble…Hunter’s. The hair on my nape stands straight up hearing his delicious possessive growl.

I gesture the guard to come closer over the counter and grab his necktie when a noise from behind him almost makes him turn around. “Have you ever seen a Pigmy monkey?” I whisper darkly as I see Hunter coming.

Jeff shakes his head while staring at my lips.

“You remind me of one.” I smile at him just as Hunter hops onto the back of the counter with one gravity-defying leap and pulls Jeff back with a large hand around his neck. The guard tries to unclasp Grizzly’s fingers from his throat but yields quickly, succumbing to the darkness.

“You won’t be able to sit for a week, Red,” Hunter snarls at me.

“Why do you think I did it?” I wink at him. “Don’t kill him. He’s a cheater, but not evil.”

“Is that part of your code?” he asks, and I nod. Hunter is quickly becoming a member of the family side business, asking questions left and right. I’m so damn happy I can share that part of my life with him. He lets Jeff collapse on the floor without a care—but still breathing. I take out a syringe from the bag and inject his arm with it.

“What’s that?” Dare asks me.

“A drug that creates confusion. When he wakes up, he won’t remember clearly what happened.” Sari modified a similar one used by the CIA—curtesy of Linda—and made it more effective and with fewer side effects.

“Cool,” Ren utters.

“Are you a secret agent? Like fucking Double O Seven?” Sounds like an accusation in Ash’s rude tone.

“No. But I know one.” I smirk at him. “Let’s go!” I grab my bag and let Serena direct us to the basement through the stairs. We stop in front of a door.

“It’s a keyless mechanical door. Serena, check today’s footage of the cameras on this floor. Maybe one of them got a peek at?—”

“I’ll be faster.” Hollywood turns to Ash. “Give me your black eye shadow.”

“Fuck no. That’s expensive,” his brother refuses. But after a short staring battle, in which it seems they are communicating telepathically, Ash huffs and yanks a small box from his pants and passes it to Ren. He shakes it hard, ignoring Ash’s grunts, and then opens it while moving close to the keypad near the handle on the door. He blows the black powder on it and fingerprints appear on only three numbers.

“Simple and effective, Hollywood,” I praise him.

Ren snorts at the nickname, but I can see the smile as he taps the number and unlocks the door after only two attempts.

For his part, Hunter doesn’t look happy about it at all. Probably has to do with the fact that he wants the boys to stay out of trouble.

As soon as we enter the lab, different kinds of animal noises welcome us, as well as the stench. Someone turns on the switch, and the sight of six cages way too small for the animals inside makes my body vibrate with anger. I count four malnourished ferrets, two pigs with black burns on their pink skins, a very angry and loud Capuchin monkey, a one-eyed chameleon, a herd of hairless guinea pigs, and three scared-shitless rabbits.

“How are we going to get them all out?” The wicked trio brought only three crates from the shelter, not big enough for all of the animals. And the cages look to be nailed to the tables. I look around and see a metal cart with two baskets. “That.”

“Dare, work your magic on the monkey. We’ll take care of the others.” Ash moves the cart near the pigs’ cage.

“I have tranquilizers if you need,” I tell Dare as he starts slowly approaching the agitated Capuchin.

“Do you always carry that with you?” Grizzly asks me.

“Yeah, it’s a story for another time, though.”

“Which I want to hear,” Ren says, pushing the cart carrying the two pigs out the door.

“Serena will let us know if someone is coming, but let’s hurry up.”

I grab a crate and move to the guinea pigs. They quickly gather in the furthest corner, trembling, the moment I open the cage. I see an ear missing from the black one and burns on their paws and cute noses. I’m tempted to wait for the heartless people who work here and make them taste the same medicine. “I’ll shove it down their damn throat!”

Ash must hear the outrage in my voice because he replies, “We’ve seen much worse.” He pats my shoulder and goes to the ferrets.

I try to be gentle as I move the little piggies into the box; one bites me, and even though toothless, it keeps trying. It”s a fighter. I like it.

When I’m done, I turn to see that all the other cages are empty and Hunter is gesturing for me to go. Dare is keeping the elevator open with a very calm monkey eating a banana on his shoulder.

We go to the first floor again and go out through the back door where my Jeep and Hunter’s bike with the side car are waiting. The guard they incapacitated when they got in is sleeping peacefully against the wall. I set the box down for a moment and inject him too with the drug before going outside.

The wicked trio have piled up inside the Jeep with the rest of the animals. “We’ll stop to get your Porsche from the laundromat parking lot,” Dare lets me know through the open window as Ren drives away.

What the fuck!

“Get on, Red,” Hunter instructs me as he gives gas to the bike. I look at the sidecar, then at his outstretched hand holding the goofiest helmet I’ve ever seen.

Thank Satan my brothers are not here, they’d never let me live it down.

An hour later, we are in the green barn behind Hunter’s house. Dare explained to me that this is where they let the animals acclimate before moving them to the pet shelter next door. The place is filled with wide cages, mostly empty, fences, tanks, and even a couple of stalls, one occupied by a round paint pony. A small kitchen with a dining table and three narrow cots is on the opposite side near two huge, square sinks where Dare is washing his hands. The corner on the right has a long metal table where Ren checked the animals and a small cabinet with bandages and other medical essentials. It smells sharp, musky, a little too strong. Or is it coming from me?

“What now?” I ask, taking a seat at the small dining table. It wobbles under my weight.

Ren replies, squeezing the alcohol bottle a bit too tightly, “We try to find a vet who can give them a more thorough examination.”

“Then new homes,” Ash adds from one of the cots in the kitchen where he’s doodling on a notebook. He does that a lot. He’s quite skilled. He just started his apprenticeship as a tattoo artist at a shop in Norridge.

Hunter is sitting on the chair, stroking Maple silently.

“So, you do this often?” It’s clear this isn’t their first rodeo.

“Breaking and entering? No,” Hunter growls.

I raise a confused brow at him. “I meant saving animals. How about microchips?”

“Too expensive. We don’t have enough funds.” Dare turns to the Capuchin. It has no tail, and there’s a hairless stripe on its back. What the fuck where those scientists doing?

“I can help.” My statement has three pairs of eyes and one pair of sunglasses turning toward me. “I can insert microchips in all your animals—leave it to me and my brothers.” I wiggle my fingers in the air. “We can even turn this barn into an animal rescue, get you some government funding, make your pet shelter known in the right circles.” My brothers go to charity balls and dinners, they can spread the word. “You’ve done a good job so far, but you need help.”

The silence is deafening. Maybe I should have slid the ideas nonchalantly into the conversation, but my impulsivity as usual just burped the words out of me.

“Are you fucking serious?” Ash’s smoky eyes are angry or dubious, I don’t fucking know.

“I can even donate some money to help you a little.” And use part of the money Jasper transferred to his fake charity as well. The rest will go to real charities.

“We do need help,” Dare quickly agrees, and Ren nods enthusiastically.

“From the guy who used Maple’s sidecar?” Ash snorts.

Maple’s sidecar? I gasp. “Why the fuck did you let me use your dog’s sidecar?” I turn an outraged glare at Hunter. “The carpet under my feet was…dog hair? And the stench wasn’t from the piggies I was holding?” I stand up and point an accusing finger at Hunter.

“Told you I hate when you fucking flirt with another guy!” He shrugs, and a smug smirk slowly curls his kissable lips. I want to slap it right off his rugged, odious face!

“You made me wear your dog’s helmet!” I bark at the vengeful fucker. “I can’t believe I found the sight of you driving a bike erotic. I need an hour-long shower, a bath after that, and another shower, and even that won’t be enough.” I glower at Maple. The dog is licking its paws, ignoring all my yelling.

The wicked trio is full-on laughing, and I flip them the bird before storming out of the barn.

“You’re still going to help us with the shelter project, right?” I hear Dare’s hopeful yell.

“Of course, I am, you dicks!” I bite out without turning around.

I keep walking, rounding the house, cursing and muttering the whole way. Planning my revenge.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going?” Two feet away from my Jeep, Hunter grabs me around the waist, spins me, and hauls me up in his arms. Fuck, he’s so damn strong. The effortless way he manhandles me drives my traitorous dick wild. Insane idiot! I might put a cage around it.

I could make Hunter lose consciousness with one press of my fingers on his shoulder, but he could also get hurt from the fall, so I opt for digging my nails into his back and biting his ear. Hard. Unbothered, he walks to the Jeep and opens the door to throw me on the passenger seat.

“Let me go, you asshole!” I scream, kicking him in the thigh and pec. He roars like a damn grizzly, and after grabbing my legs, he forces his way between them, pushing me down with his bigger body. My arms are pinned under him, the seat belt buckle presses painfully against my shoulder, and my head bumps on the hard cup holder.

“You—” He swallows my insult with a merciless kiss and keeps sucking all the air out of my lungs until I lie pliable under him. My legs wind around his, my arms are inside his shirt stroking his sides, and my mouth moves against his. My cock, hot and heavy, grinds against him.

I feel everything, all of him. On me. Around me. In my heart and my very soul.

“So fucking feisty,” he rumbles. “Love the way you fucking melt against me, Red. Remember what I promised I’d do to you?”

“Promised?” I repeat mindlessly while trying to get his lips on me again. He pulls back.

“Hours of edging await you.” His words make me quiver all over. My hole flutters, eager to start whatever he has planned.

I drop my head back. Ouch! Damn cup holder. “I need a damn shower.”

“You smell divine.” He nuzzles my neck, licking behind my ear, and letting out a dick-hardening groan.

“Divine?” I give him a look that questions his sanity. Because I fucking stink.

His large, hot, possessive hand strokes my thigh, and I’m putty for him again. Except my dick, that’s a hard pole of steel.

“With a hint of wet fur,” the bastard adds with a short laugh.

“Fuck you!” I say, knowing very well I’m the fucked one…or will be soon.

“Didn’t I say I would, Red?” He tilts his head back and looks at me with a raised eyebrow. The mirth in his eyes undoes me more than his body. And the fucker knows it and uses it against me every time I’m pissed off at him.

“I need to bring my stuff inside,” I tell him, thinking about the piles of bags we shoved in the trunk of my car before we went after the wicked trio. I told him we could do it later, but he just kept grabbing random things from my place and filled a few bags. The bossy bear, acting like he’s afraid I might change my mind. Like that could ever happen.

I give an internal, incredulous snort. I’m irremediably, undoubtably, utterly fucking his.

And his eagerness at having me living with him makes me so damn…happy. I almost feel those rainbows pushing out of my ass.

He nods, and after giving me another scalding kiss, he pulls his heavy body off me, and gripping my hand, he yanks me out of the car.

“You will wash that sidecar after you’re done with me.”

A small smile tilts his lips. “I’ll never be done with you, Ramiel Masters, Angel of Wrath.”