“Oh, God…” Gina nearly collapsed from the sheer force of the climax that slammed into her. She bucked against him, arching her back toward him. Her body vibrated as each nerve ending fired at the exact same moment. She felt herself coming all over Nick’s fingers as he pumped them in and out of her pussy, all while he began pistoning his cock in and out of her ass. She wanted to shout, to scream, but she bit back each and every one of them, not wanting to alert anyone in the house as to what they were carrying on about.
“Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me come too,” Nick groaned.
“Yes! Please! Oh, Nick. Come with me,” she panted, overwhelmed by the fullness building once more inside of her body once more.
“Yes,” Nick shouted.
Seconds later, she felt his seed jetting deep into her ass. She collapsed on the bed the instant he let go of his grip around her waist. He fell to the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms.
“Damn, baby. You are amazing,” he said as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders.
“I think you’re pretty amazing too.”
ChapterTwenty
Gavin struggled to swing his legs off the bed. Every bone ached from the forced shifting at the hands of the witches. Well, that and the ass whooping he had gotten from that fucking bear. He was so incapacitated by a splitting headache that it felt as if his head was nailed to the fucking dirty mattress.
Barely able to move his upper body, his swollen eyelids clumsily fluttered open. The sickening scent of dried blood filled his nostrils, making him gag on his own horrible smell. Memories of the violent encounter with Nick suddenly surged through the fog of confusion in his brain.
“Fucking witches!” he growled, still picturing them hurling their magic directly at him. Thanks to them, he didn’t stand a chance against Nick in his massive bear form.
His thirst for revenge surged through him, fueling his body. The pain became inconsequential, and he suddenly bolted straight up. He was pissed and wanted Nick and the witch’s fucking heads on platters. He didn’t care how badly he hurt or what the hell it took. He was going to make them all pay.
Staggering out of his room, he found three of his soldiers also recovering from the previous night’s attack. “Get your shit together, assholes. We got to take care of business, once and for all.”
Mule rubbed his neck. “But we’re still hurting, boss.”
“Yeah? You know why? Because you got your asses handed to you by motherfucking witches. Bunch of fucking pussies. It should hurt, then maybe you’ll have enough pride left to dish out some payback to those bitches.”
“But how?” another wounded bear whined.
“The old-fashioned way to handle witches is with fire. And that’s exactly how we’ll take them down. I don’t care if we have to burn that entire shithole town to the ground in order to do it. But we’ll get them. And once they’re out of the way, I’ll be able to take care of that bastard, Nick, once and for all. We’ll see how tough he is when he can’t hide behind their skirts.”
Mule kicked his companions in the legs. “You heard him. Get off your asses. We’ve got Molotov cocktails to mix up.”
“Good idea. Get them ready by tomorrow afternoon. Make sure you’ve got plenty. When you’re done, load them up in the back of my truck. Be sure to keep your eyes open, and don’t let anyone in here except the rest of our guys. Put out the word.”
“We’ll have a small army. But don’t worry. No witnesses. Got it, boss.”
“Not just witnesses, idiot. Nick and his magical little crew might attempt to launch an attack on us, especially if they think we’re still recovering from last night.”
Gavin went back into the trailer and cracked open a beer. As a plan formed in his head, he pictured Misfit Bay engulfed in flames. Grimly snarling through his toothy smile, he took another swig.
The stench of his own blood disgusted him. But it wasn’t the revolting look or smell he was disgusted with. It was something far worse. It reminded him of how thoroughly he was beaten by Nick … for the second time. After showering off the dried blood, he looked in the mirror. Three faint stripes across the side of his face were still visible … lingering reminders of his defeat to Nick. He vowed that bastard would have hell to pay for his assault.
Starting his motorcycle the next afternoon, he noticed several more of his gang members arriving at the compound. Shouting orders to Mule, he nodded toward town. “I’m going to check out Misfit Bay. Be sure to get these other bears up to speed on those witches we’re dealing with.”
Cruising toward the Saint Laurent, Gavin stopped and hid his bike out of earshot from the hotel. He couldn’t resist getting a good look at where Nick and the witches might be. Sneaking through the brush, he took in the scent. Surprisingly, Nick’s scent still lingered.
“Good. That stupid bastard hasn’t left town,” he mumbled. But the more he thought about it, the more offended he was that Nick seemingly had no fear of retaliation. Any other bear would’ve fled the territory for fear of revenge.
Returning to his bike, he sped through town, roaring straight past the Wicked Brew Café. To his surprise and satisfaction, the café was closed. It was obvious the witches at least feared him. He couldn’t ascertain where they were hiding, but he knew exactly how to draw them out when the time came.
Back at the compound, the bears were all engaged in making Molotov cocktails and other incendiary devices. “What’d you see in town?” Mule asked.
“Nick is holed up in the hotel, and the witches are hunkered down someplace other than their café.”
“So, what’s the plan, boss?”