Escaping Death

“Grab a cop gun” kinda crazy

She’s poison but tasty

Yeah, people say, “Run, don’t walk away”

’Cause she’s sweet but a psycho

A little bit psycho

At night, she’s screamin’

“I’m out my mind”

Sweet but Psycho - Ava Max

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Solana

My brows crease in the middle unsure of what Eli means. No one has told me what we’re doing here, nor have they told me that I have any part to play in whatever plan they have.

“What’s going on?” I ask as he whisks me away from the dance floor.

“Tate found our mark. An Alpha that has been forcing she-wolves into breeder rotations. We’ve been hired to take him out. But the cabin is guarded and there’s only one way in and one way out. We need to create a distraction so Dean and Hunter can get in.”

“What’s your plan to distract them?”

“Not sure,” he beams at me, “but I’m very good at improvising.”

We hurry towards the lower part of the back deck where a short set of stairs leads to the private cabins below. Sure enough there are two huge, armed guards just at the bottom of the steps at the entrance of the corridor. From the smell of them they’re definitely wolves, likely warriors.

Eli reaches into his suit jacket where I see a flash of metal. “Are you insane?” I hiss at him, pushing the pistol back into his vest. “You can’t just off the guards, the entire ship would go into lockdown.”

He levels me with a patronizing look as if to say this isn’t his first rodeo but he’s wrong about this situation so I hold my ground.

“You have a better idea?” He challenges me.

“As a matter of fact, yes. I do.” I steal his cell and reply to their group message “change of plans,” then I throw my arms around his neck and use his surprise to thrust my tongue into his mouth.

His taste explodes on my tongue like pop rocks. He tastes of sweet mangoes and smokey barbecue. I suck on his tongue as if it were a piece of one of those velvety soft, delicious mangoes.

His hands go straight to my hips, one of which is exposed by the indecently high slit in my dress. Without breaking our kiss I run my hand down his body and cup him over his pants, his length already at half mast for me.

“Sunshine, not that I’m complaining but we’ll have to pick this up later.”

I roll my eyes and groan, “Gods, Eli, do I have to teach you everything?”

I throw myself back at him, walking him with me as we devour one another. There’s nothing gentle about it, we’re all tongues and teeth and desperation.

Yes, I think, this will work.

I guide him towards the stairwell, ripping at his bow tie and beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. We go down two steps and then I tug him towards me making it look like he’s the one that pushed me against the wall and then I grind myself against him.

“I need you now, I can’t wait to get home,” I moan loudly so the guards at the bottom of the steps can hear me.

Guiding the hand that’s gripping my bare hip down inside the skirt of my dress, the plea in my ragged breathing gives him the okay to make our act look authentic.

Eli slips his hand between my thighs but thankfully doesn’t attempt to move the fabric of my panties out of the way. Instead he just cups my sex, rubbing the heel of his hand against my clit.

“I’ve been dreaming about those heels dangling by my ears. Goddess, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He groans just as loudly. There’s no question the guards know exactly what’s coming their way.

I throw my head back against the wall and moan loudly, as if he just filled me with his fingers. Admittedly, it’s not hard to pretend. His lips on my skin and the proximity of his hand to my core is sending liquid heat that is sure to melt the lace of my panties right off.

Time to kick it up a notch.

I wrap my legs around his waist, my pussy rubbing along his hardened bulge no doubt leaving a wet mark on the front of his pants. He grips and massages my ass as he carries me down the last few steps into the corridor just past the guards.

“Hey, buddy, VIP only down here. I’m sorry but you and your girl are going to have to find somewhere else.” The guard warns us.

Eli reluctantly puts me down and I immediately drop to my knees, clawing at his belt and zipper as I allow my wolf to come forward and make it look like I’m lost to animalistic urges — something these wolves would understand.

“Nossa, menina. Assim você me mata. Easy, baby,” Eli purrs, trying to prevent my wolf from slicing anything important in her quest to rid him of his pants.

The guards chuckle and shake their heads, amused no doubt by the sight of a she-wolf desperate for what they think is her mate’s cock.

I finally rip Eli’s pants down, his rigid cock springing free and slapping up against his stomach. He quickly covers his length with his hand and inked forearm, caging it from my mouth. I release a feral growl, pretending to be enraged that he’s denying me what I need.

“Sunshine, easy,” he purrs again, running his other hand soothingly through my hair. “There are people watching.”

“I don’t care, let them watch,” I say as I try to pry his hands away from his cock once more.

“Lucky son of a bitch,” the other guard mutters under his breath, giving a resigned sigh. “Go on, but make it quick. Avoid the room at the end of the hall.” The guard gestures with a nod around the corner where there are free rooms available.

“Come on baby, let’s get you taken care of.” Eli tucks himself back into his pants, then lifts me once more and carries me around the corner down the corridor while I lick and suck at his neck and jaw.

Once the guards are out of sight and ear shot, I jump out of his arms and hit him with a wide, Cheshire grin. “Our mark is at the end of the hall.” I say sweetly.

His jaw drops wide and he struggles to generate words. I fix his shirt and tie and peck a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Ready for the encore?”

I grab him by the front of his jacket, making careful note of where his pistol is stashed inside his vest, and prepare to start our little act all over again.

Grabbing my face in both his hands, he attacks my mouth, dominating and possessing me with his tongue. We crash through the bedroom door, undeterred by the complaints voiced by those currently occupying the room.

He turns me so I’m facing away from him and towards the room before he thrusts his hand past the slit in my skirt, cupping my sex again and applying sweet pressure to my entrance with his fingers.

“Look baby, we have an audience.” He purrs in my ear as I grind my ass against his bulge, feeling my cheeks fight against the fabric of my dress to hug his thickness.

Eli is right, we do have an audience. There are two men standing in the middle of the suite while three girls dressed in scraps of fabric kneel at their feet. I presume the larger of the two men to be the Alpha we’re after, the other his Beta possibly or another highly ranked wolf.

“How’d you get down here? This is a private cabin, get the fuck out,” not-the-alpha shouts at us. I smile inwardly that he believes us to be merely impatient lovers rather than the true threat that we are.

Eli doesn’t move, he presses into me harder, his fingers dangerously close to tearing through my panties and plunging into my heat. It started as an act to get past the guards, but there’s nothing fake about the arousal slicking my thighs right now. A thin strip of lace is all that prevents him from exacting true pleasure on my overstimulated body.

“Should I make you cum in front of them, my sweet?” Eli addresses me but scorches the two male wolves with his gaze.

“Please,” I beg him through my erratic breathing, unsure whether or not this is still just a game. He slips his fingers beneath the lace of my panties and pinches my needy bud between his fingertips. My eyes roll back, enjoying the firework display as my knees buckle beneath me, but Eli’s strong hold of me keeps me upright against him.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream, because Goddess does the touch of our bare flesh feel fucking good, the contrast of hot and cold, fire and ice. Any longer and he may actually succeed in elevating our pretend trist into orgasmic reality.

With the Alpha and Beta fighting between throwing us out and watching Eli finger fuck me in their doorway, no one notices the slim, silver gun that I pull out of my dress’ pocket. By the time their eyes travel the distance up to my face from where Eli’s hand is burrowed in my dress, they each have been darted with a tranquilizer strong enough to take down a fully grown dragon.

“Well aren’t you just full of surprises,” Tate says, now standing behind the knocked out Alpha and Beta.

Where the fuck did he come from? He was not in here when we crashed in, at best there’s minimal coverage to hide behind, and no one walked past us in the doorway.

I practically whimper as Eli begrudgingly removes his hand from between my thighs, leaving me on the edge of a promising climax.

I adjust my dress and toss Tate the dart gun I used on the two wolves passed out at his feet. “Tag the guards at the bottom of the stairs. Eli, text the rest of the guys to get down here,” I say with unearned authority.

Tate’s brow quirks up along with the corner of his mouth but he doesn’t say anything to me. He simply walks towards the door behind us, stopping just before he crosses the threshold to give Eli an exaggerated once-over.

“You might want to do something about that before Ace gets down here,” Tate points towards Eli with a wicked grin before disappearing from view.

I don’t have to even ask what Tate meant because in my periphery I catch Eli shamelessly adjusting himself beneath his pants.

“Nice acting back there. You really committed to your role.” I tease Eli as he struggles to contain his hardened length and tuck his shirt back in.

He stalks over towards me in three easy strides, his fingers immediately lacing through my curls. He leans into me, his lips hover tantalizingly close to mine, steam rises from where my fiery air meets his chilled breath. “Make no mistake, Sunshine. The only thing fake about that was pretending like I wouldn’t have fucked you in front of every one of them.”

I expect him to kiss me again, I expect him to crush me towards him closing the minimal gap between us and frost me with his sharp, icy tongue. But he doesn’t. He pulls away from me, chuckling at how I lean into him, chasing after his lips for a fraction of a moment before I regain my senses.

“Later, Sunshine. The boss is nearly here.” Eli coos in my ear. Seconds later Dean, Hunter, and Ace join us in the private cabin below deck.

Ace’s eyes zero in on Eli and me and focus on where Eli has his arm wrapped around my waist. His irises are consumed by a black void and the low growl flowing from his chest has the three girls kneeling on the floor whimpering in submission. Eli’s hand flies off my body like he’s been burned and he backs off to stand near the adjacent wall.

I can feel Ace’s silent rage boiling within him, it’s dancing behind his eyes.

“You guys handle these two,” Ace nods towards Hunter, Dean, and Tate — who has mysteriously snuck back into the room. “Eli, let’s go.”

Eli releases a tense breath before walking towards Ace who’s standing by the three still kneeling girls. I blink and they’re gone, Ace and Eli and the girls.

Laughter erupts behind me. “I’m so glad I’m not Eli right now.” Tate, the owner of the laughter, says cryptically to the group and then puts a bullet between the eyes of the sleeping wolves as easily as breathing.

“Jet skis are in position, time to go.” Hunter says to Tate and Dean who are currently lighting the room up in flames.

Satisfied with their torching, the four of us silently and casually climb back above deck and head for the two jet skis that are docked off the side of the splash deck at the back of the yacht. Part of me is dreading going back, I don’t know which version of Ace I’m going to get — the sweet one or the Alpha one.

But an equal part of me is anxiously excited to return. I’m still wound up from Eli’s touches and the lustful vixen in me secretly wonders if we’ll finish what we started — or if Ace will possess me himself.