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Chapter 18

He knew it. Mr. Julian would always locate him. Noway he could live a life without running. He had to get out of there.

“How far away is he?”

Did not matter. Other than how much of a headstart it gave him.

“Two days out.”

Not bad of a start. Had less in the past, but had Master John to arrange everything. He was on his own then. Least he would not have to worry about Master Preston. He could stand on his own. He had the entire pack to back him up.

“Boy, I can tell what you are thinking and it will not happen. We are in this together. You are part of this pack. You are my Alpha Mate. That means this pack stands in front of you. We clear?”

Was not going to allow anyone to give their lives for him. He was no one. Nothing to sacrifice an entire life for. Nope. Mr. Julian had done taken too many lives in his journey to eliminate him. No more would be taken.

“I will keep you tied to this bed if I have to, Boy.”

His gut said that Master Preston would do so. They were too connected. There was no way he’d be able to leave. If Master Preston was not on him, then he would put someone like Jackson on him. He had many people as huge as Jackson to guard him. Was that a bad thing? No. Would that keep him safe from Mr. Julian? No. He’d walk right through them. Or buy them off, then kill them once their backs were turned.

“Jackson, leave us for now. I’ll be out soon as I can.” A gentle hand brushed across his face, swiping back some hair from his sweaty face. “He will not get to you my, Mate. I promise you. You and our son,” his hand swept down to rest over my stomach, “will be fine.”

“Son? Huh?” Never heard anything about a son? “I’m a man. Can’t have children?” Not humanly . . . ah shit. I’m a werewolf, not a . . . “Is this a werewolf thing?”

“It is an Alpha Mate thing.” Master Preston leaned down, licking over the fresh bite mark. “Soon as I made the second bite while we were in human form, your body changed to what our world calls an Omega Alpha Mate Werewolf. Those are men mated to male alphas. It allows them to ensure that their alpha line continues. It is why we are locked together so tight right now.”

Ah, the strange growing cock. Magical way to ensure his sperm did not leave his body. Weird. “Why did you not tell me about this?”

“Did not think it mattered to you? It is my decision what happens to your body, right Boy?”

Right. “Still would like to have known, Sir.”

“Okay. I am sorry. Should have considered your feelings. Will do so in the past.”

“Is this the only time that we will be locked together?”

“No, Boy. It will happen every time your body goes into a fertile cycle.”

“How often is that?”

“Varies from Alpha Mate to Alpha Mate. Most is five to six months. Most do not catch each time though.”

Good. Would not want to have more children than one could manage running around.

“Are you upset, Boy?”

Was he? Not really. Confused? Yes. Shocked? Definitely. He’d always wanted children. Figured when him and Master John managed to run far enough away from Mr. Julian that they’d adopted a couple of children. Never considered giving birth to them. Then again . . . he never thought he’d be a werewolf. Shit, his like had done a one-eighty.

Master Preston slipped from his ass, but not one minuscule of his seed came with him. It all seemed to have been absorbed into him.

“There is no mess.”

“It was all inhaled by your body, creating our son.”

His hand went to his stomach.

Boy, I can feel our son growing inside us.

Alex, are you sure? If his wolf told him he did then there had to be a child growing inside him. His wolf would be more connected to their body than anyone else.

I can. I promise Boy. We are expecting a boy.

Then we listen to what our Alpha tells us. He laid his hand on Master Preston’s cheek and smiled up at him. “What do you want me to do, Master Preston?”

“You are going to the safe room with Robert and Andrew. They will keep you safe and hidden in there. The rest of us will go and meet Mr. Julian before he arrives.”

 

Trade In and Up Chapter 17

 

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Chapter 17

Was he ready for that big of a step? Might as well be. He’d committed himself to him heart and soul soon as he accepted him as his Master and allowed him to claim him as his in front of the pack. Nothing bigger than turning into a werewolf for a Master. Another entire species. New concept entirely.

“Come here, Boy.”

Master Preston pointed at the spot in front of the huge iron railed bed. There was not one inch of rust colored on the silvery black stain frame. It shined as bright as the sunset orange furry cuffs linked to the foot post and the head post of the bed. Mere sight of them had his cock plumping up.

Master Preston gripped my cock, squeezing. “My Boy likes something he sees.”

Lots of something. There were lots to take in. He’d never been in his Master’s room before. Everything had taken place in his room. Not that much had gone down between them. Mostly chores and groundings spankings and steadying punishments. Stuff that he needed to balance his days out. But the more sexual aspect of a relationship had been put on the back burner. Saved for that very moment and all he could do was take in the entire room. It was a garden of fun. A huge black leather padded cross stood in the far left corner of the room with a matching spanking bench to it’s right. Opposite of the bed was a nice set of metal linked chains hanging from the wall and a set coming up from the floor. He could all ready see himself chained up and sleeping in the corner under a warm blanket as his Master slept peacefully in the bed dreaming about ways to bound and gag him into submission the next day.

“Oh yeah, my Boy is loving what he sees.” Another hard squeeze to the balls pulled a whine from me. “We are going to have lots of fun in here and in my play room downstairs.”

Shit. He had a playroom downstairs. Seemed like his bedroom was one. They could spend hours, or days, lost among one another in there. How long could they get lost in what he called the playroom?

“Onto the bed, Boy. Legs and arms spread wide, just like you where ready to make a snow angel.”

He quickly took position, sucking his lower lip between his teeth to keep from asking, more like begging, Master Preston to bind him to the bed and fuck him senseless. Only good Boy’s got what they earned. He always earned a good fucking from his previous Master, he could do the same from Master Preston. He knew it.

The clicks of the cuff had him sucking in deep breaths. Soon as the last cuff was in place, warm hot lips pressed against his. Out of reflex he opened his mouth, letting his Master have access to him. He was rewarded with a tongue swooping in, tasting every corner of his mouth, pulling a deep throated groan from him. Vibrations radiated from his chest up his throat and out his mouth, but his Master ate the sounds as if he’d longed to hear them.

Large hands caressed his side and up and over his left nipple, pausing to squeeze until an intense sting had him jutting upwards. The hot, luscious mouth left him only to latch onto the abused nub.

“Oh, God, Master.”

Shit. Was I supposed to be quiet? Before Master Preston it had not been required for me to remain silent during sexual exploration, but what was Master Preston’s rules. He had not stated them.

“That’s it, Boy. Let me hear how much you love my touch.”

Now that he could do. Would love to do.

“Master Preston . . . Oh man, I’m so hard, I can’t . . . Need something . . .”

A hand slid around my throbbing cock, stroking up and down with a light squeeze. A barely there touch. Just enough friction to draw frustration from a saint.

“What’s wrong, Boy? What do you need?”

“You, Sir. Just you. Whatever you will give me.”

“Just what I thought, Boy.” Hands gripped my legs, tossing them over Master Preston’s shoulders. “I’m sure Master John took you many ways, but did he take you bare?”

“Once.”

“Being a werewolf gives you certain abilities. Fast healing being one of them.” There was no time to filter through what he meant before he thrust in and was balls deep. “That’s it, Boy take my dick. It’s all yours.”

Most would think there was a shout for help or a stop word screamed, but neither left his mouth. All that came from him was a deep, satisfying groan for more. There was only a flicker of pain and then his wolf was there taking over every sensation that might have been uncomfortable for his human body, leaving behind only pure pleasure and desire for his Master.

“More, Master. Please. Need . . . Oh God, Sir, Please.”

His body was thrashing up as Master Preston thrust deep. The cuffs clanked against the metal as he tried to reach for his Master’s wonder, sweaty body. Not the body so much as he wanted to brush his fingers across the wonderful, sexy smile glowing from him.

“Boy, you are clinching my cock so hard I can barely leave the sweet haven of your ass.”

“it’s your ass, Sir.”

“That it is.” Master Preston slammed into him so hard his body jerked upward. “You belong to me completely, don’t you, Boy?”

“Yes, Master Preston. All yours, Sir.”

He knew what was coming before Master Preston’s head reared back and lights flickered off white fangs. All he could do, and wanted to do, was bare his neck. Pair seared through him as his Master’s wolf’s teeth latched onto him. It was as intense as it had been when he bit him earlier, but different. Instead of him greeting his wolf, his wolf came forward and greeted Master’s wolf. Not wolf to wolf, like they’d done earlier, no, in human form.

Alex, do you hear me?

Yes, Sir. I do.

Hearing the two wolves speak so clearly was funny, and it tickled, but it gave him a sense of peace to know that there was a way for him to always be connected to Master Preston in both forms.

We are completely one now, Alex.

I am more than pleased to be one with you, Sir. So is Boy.

Glad to hear it. We are thrilled to have you both as our mate.

Master Preston’s teeth left his neck and he lapped at the wound as he slowed his thrusting down. Not because he wanted to. Nope. He had no choice but to do so. His cock had swollen, forcing him to remain buried deep. There was no leaving. The channel was too narrow for his swelling occk.

“Oh God, Boy . . . This is fucking . . .”

“What is . . . Oh man . . . I’m going to . . . Sir, . . .  I can’t . . ..”

“Don’t you cum. Not until I give you permission.”

Master Preston continued short small stabs until he could not longer move in and out. His last inward motion left him pressed right against the prostrate. Not sure which one of us groaned the loudest. Either way, it pushed him over the edge and there was nothing left to do but to feel every spurt that left his body. Took every ounce of control learned over the years to keep from losing it, but he managed not to.

“Now, Boy. Do it.”

Soon as he gave permission juices erupted, landing on his chest, painting it milky white. He had just leaned down to initiate a kiss when the door flew open. His head whipped around, snarling until he saw Jackson with his hands held up.

“Alpha, Sir, sorry.”

“What is it?”

He’d never heard anyone sound so tense and tight before, but it was comforting. Eased the fear that the sudden appearance of Jackson had created.

“Looks like Mr. Julian has located your Boy.”

 

Trade In and Up Chapter 16

 

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Chapter 16

“Master, do you wish this to be tied in the front or the back?”

He held out the one buttoned drape that his Master had given him to wear tonight. Wasn’t sure about the outfit he had me in, not for a claiming and pronoucment, but his Master knew these people. He knew what they would expect from him and there was no way a Boy disrespected his Master.

“Front, Boy. Once you get that drape on, come here and let me attach the chain to the clip.”

Master Preston had told him that the drape would hold his chain’s clip for tonight, but he would soon have his Master’s collar to wear daily. Was something amazing to look forward to. But first, he had to turn into a werewolf for his Master. Small price to pay. Right? It was. He just still found himself a bit uneasy about the entire process. Master Preston said it would not hurt, but never before had he considered stripping in front of a strangers in order to shift into a wolf. Guess it would be no different than being strapped to a cross and flogged in front of a room of strangers. Just be outside. His Master would be at his side just like inside a room. No big difference. Easy as pie.

“I’m ready, Master.”

Master Preston snapped the chain to the hook in the front of the drape and then gave it a little tugged. He followed along behind him, making sure to keep the prefect distance between them. They walked the same path they had earlier in the day, but there was one difference, other than him being linked to his Master by a chain. Jackson walked ahead of Master Preston by a couple of feet and three other werewolves walked behind them. Chatter grew louder and louder the closer we came to the clearing. No words were desernable and it all stopped soon as Jackson cleared his throat. Jackson peeled off from in front of Master Preston, leaving room for Master Preston to take us onto the boulder.

Master Preston made one circle around the boulder then brought him to stand in front of the group of werewolves. Master Preston’s arms lifted and came to rest over his shoulders, pressing him to his knees.

“Wolves of Eastern Pack, we are gathered here to meet our newest pack member, my mate.”  The crowded clapped and released a few howls, that had him shaking until Master Preston squeezed my shoulder. “Today is the best day an Alpha of my standings can have. My mate will join me at my side among the pack as well as he is my Boy.” So the pack did know what Master Preston enjoyed. “It is with my greatest love and devotion that I ask my pack to share this amazing day with me.”

Master Preston tilted his head to the side and licked over his shoulder, before he bit down. Pain seared through his shoulder, but it faded as fast, leaving behind a blissful, cock engorging sensation. So much that, he groaned as a hand gripped his cock.

“That’s it, Boy. Let the wolf come forward and take over. Then we can have all the fun my Boy wants.”

Before an answer could leave him, his body bent over as it began to distort. Next few minutes were tense and tight, but something inside seemed to merge with another being. Not being, but animal. A wolf. It was as if the wolf forming inside me bounded towards all the human genes, bunching itself into each of them. As more and more became merged the deeper intertwined he became with his new inner animal.

Boy, you and I are going to be great friends.

What in the world was that? Did the wolf just talk to me?

Yes. I am dominate among us, so I thought you would prefer the Boy name as I prefer Alex.

Okay. So, I’m to call you Alex? Is that what I’m suppose to tell Master when he ask me your name?

It is.

Great. Now what?

We run with our mate.

Another wolf licked my nose and then tossed his head to the left before he took off at a trot. Didn’t need anyone to tell me that it was Master Preston in wolf form. There was an air about him that screamed authority and protectiveness. It was those feelings that had him following along with him.

The next hour the two of us ran and chased one another. After, that he lead me back to his house and we shifted. He had wrapped in his arms before a reaction could come.

“Wow.”

“My Boy liked that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. There’s more coming. Let’s get inside so I can feel that tight ass clinched around my cock.”

 

Trade In and Up Chapter 15

 

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Chapter 15

Master Preston had taken him on a walk through the woods behind his house, showing him all the pathways that would be good to run once he was a wolf. He stopped at this huge clearing where the trees created a sort of canopy over the area. It was beautiful with the wonderous sounds of a waterfall in the background.

“This area holds all of my pack members, in wolf and human form.” Master Preston came up behind him, pressing in on him, kneading his shoulders. “We will stand up on that rock.” He pointed out this huge boulder with a polished crystal top. “I will introduce you to the pack as my mate and then give you the bite that changes you, right here.” He leaned down and kissed the corner of his neck, licking over it and right up to my earlobe.

Master Preston nipped his earlobe as he pressed his cock into my back, rubbing lightly.

“Boy, you have owned my heart before you even knew me.” Master Preston gripped his hips, tugging him back. “The mere thought of you get me hard as a rock. Makes me want to chain you to my bed and fuck you fast and hard. Would my Boy like that?”

Man would he, but did his new Master require a verbal confirmation or an actionable one.

“Boy, what is wrong? I can feel your heart beating right here.” He kissed the center of the neck. “Is that because of my forcefulness or something else.”

“Master,” he spun around, locking his eyes onto his chin. “Do you want a verbal or actionable answer?”

“Either is fine, but I’m sure I’d love to find out what kind of actionable response you would give.”

That was something he could do. And he wanted to. That’s what shocked him more. His mouth watered to taste his knew Master. Know him in a way only a Boy could know their Master. He dropped to his knees, ignoring the sticks and rocks under him. He slowly pulled down the zipper and tugged his Master’s pants down over his hips. Master Preston’s rock hard cock sprang free and into his Boy’s waiting hands. He slowly stroked his Master a couple of times before he engulfed it, taking in all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing.

Hands gripped his hair, holding him in place as his Master began fucking his mouth.

“That’s it, Boy, take it. Take it all.”

He relaxed his throat muscles and let his Master give him whatever he desired him to have. By the time his Master’s cock swelled and began pumping jiz down his throat he was ready to explode, but knew better than to do so until he was given permission.

“That’s it, Boy, clean my cock and then I’ll take care of you.”

He licked all the cum from his Master’s tool and then slowly put him right before he sat back on his knees and placed his hands behind his back.

“Such a good Boy.” Master Preston’s fingers ran across his cheek and down the neck to the front of his shirt. “Boy, do you want your relief here or back at the house?”

“Here, Master, please. I can’t . . . about to explode.”

His Master leaned down and rubbed his cock through the jeans. “You are nice and plump. Think I’ll just toy with you a bit longer though.”

Shit. Any other time he might have liked his Master to play with him, but it’d been months since he’d enjoy any kind of fun and his cock was about to explode.

“Ah . . . My Boy is in dire need. I see my fun will have to wait.” Master petted him on the head. “Take out your cock and stroke yourself off. Tonight, I’ll have that ass wrapped around my cock, squeezing me until I claim that ass as mine.”

His mind caught onto the importance of that statement, but at that moment his mind would not do anything but obey his Master. He pulled his cock out and stroked it fast and hard. Didn’t take but about three strokes before he erupted and spewed his junk all over the place.

“Nice, Boy.” Master Preston stood behind him, holding him upright. “Take a moment to rest and then we will head back and get ready for the night.”

Trade In and Up Chapter 9

 

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Chapter 9

Did Special Agent Preston Clarkson think just because he believed we were destined to be together and that John was dead that I was going to fall into his bed? Fuck that. I mean I loved his Dominant vibe. Loved how he called me Boy. Responded to it. Longed to keep hearing it. But he was a freaking werewolf. Nuh-uh. No way. No relationship with animals. Although . . . Was he an animal? Animals could not talk. He was talking to me. Ugh . . .

So confused.

“Boy, it’s been a rough few hours for you. Lay down on the bench. I’ll sit below and keep you from falling off. You rest until we arrive.”

The offer appealed to me. Needed time to process what all had happened and had not had it. Sleep would help. I stretched out and used my arm as a pillow. Soon as I closed my eyes, my body subcumbed to sleep.

“Special Agent Clarkson is the one I give you over to.” John smiled at me as he hovered over me. “He will take care of you. Guard you. Protect you. Care for you. Guide you” His hand came up and cupped my face. “He will ensure your life was all that I have failed to do over the last couple of years. Let him take care of you. Promise me, Boy.”

“Master,” I sat upright, expecting to fall off the bench, but I did not. “How are you here? I saw you die?”

“Afterlife Scape, a talent of my families. We were not werewolves, but held magical abilities. I did not receive many. Mine rested more in the afterlife abilities, like this one. I can project myself to people from the afterlife for a short time.”

“Why did you never tell me, Master?”

“Never thought I’d have to use it with us.” His smile was just as I remembered it. Not the last few years, but from before Mr. Julian. The one I longed to put on him. “I know you are fearful of what you have learned. And you should be. It is hard to accept. To comprehend, but it is all real. I promise, Boy, I would not lie to you in life, or death. You know this to be true.”

I did. I’d trust him over anyone else, even in my dreams.

“Then I am safe with Special Agent Preston Clarkson.”

“More than. He will become your Master. He is the one I am passing my Boy onto. Accept him and the life he can give you.”

“he wants me to become a wolf.” How did one do that to start with? Did I have to be torn to pieces like in the movies?

“Take time and discuss the process with your Master like you would have me. Then make the decision that you know is best for you. I have faith in you to make the one that your Master says is best for you. You always have. Always will. I love you, Boy. Just remember that. Remember that your Master is giving you to your new Master, Master Preston.”

“Wow, there, Boy. It’s alright.” Special - - No, Master Preston caught me before I toppled off the bench. “You okay, Boy?”

Was I?

Trade In and Up Chapter 8

 

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Chapter 8

The walk back to the van, which they’d hidden just inside the tree line, was way shorter than I thought. “Thought I went further than that?”

“Human feet are slow.” Jackson snorted.

“Hush it.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson thumped Jackson on the back of his head. “Behave or I’ll make you stick your head out the window.”

“You would not.”

“Try me.”

My feet halted and I doubled over, holding my stomach with both hands. It’d been years since I’d seen someone other than me and John good around. It warmed me from the inside out and gave me the humor I needed to proceed with what was taking place around me.

“Glad I amuse you.” Jackson slammed and then there was a slamming door.

“Ignored him, Boy.” Hands ran through the my hair down to my neck, gripping it tight, squeezing. “Ready to get back in the van so we can get back to my territory?”

Territory? Right. Werewolf leader. Werewolf. Shit. What was I doing thinking about werewolves? I mean I saw it. Felt it on my back. Damn it all to hell. I needed my Master. John would never have let me get so involved in this mess.

“Come on, Boy. In the van.”

Without thinking my feet moved and I was inside the back again, but this time Special Agent Preston Clarkson was sitting beside me on the bench.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you stay calm, Boy.”

Other words, ensure I don’t jump from the van again. Hadn’t been the wisest move. Guess not. On my own behalf, I had not know they were werewolves. Lord have mercy. That sounded so fucking strange.

“We’ve got a three hour drive going the backroads.” Jackson fired up the van and pulled back onto the road. “Baring no more unexpected stops.”

“Gives us time to get to know one another.”

Did not know how much more I wanted to know about the spot I was in. Looked as if I was trading one running from a bad guy into having to run from two and on my own. I was no good at doing this. I would be caught by one or both within hours of leaving them. All I had done by leaving with Special Agent Preston Clarkson was trade in and up my trouble. Wasn’t it?

“You will love my homeland. It’s full of woodland to explore in wolf form an - -“

“I’m not wolf.”

“You will be soon as we complete the bonding. I mean now that you are single, I assume that we will - -“

“You think . . . There is no way in hell that I am becoming a wolf. End of story.”

Trade In and Up Chapter 5

 

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Chapter 5

“I’d stay still if I was you.”

Damn. Jackson. “You sicked dogs on me.” Where did they get them from?

The dog on my back, that was licking the back of my neck, huffed.

“Don’t think he liked that comment.” Jackson snorted. “Can’t say I blame him. I don’t partically like it either.” He moved around so that all I saw was his muddied sneakers. “If . . . My partner gets off your back, will you sit up and be a good little boy?”

“Not anyone’s boy.”

“Fine. Fine. Not into that shit anyway. Will you remain seated until Preston . . . Just sit there and be good.”

“Like I have any other choice.” I sucked at escaping. It’s why John always made the plans and led us when we had to leave in a rush. He knew the best way to handle everything. Me, I’d get lost in a town we lived in for several months.

The weight lifted off my back, allowing me to scramble onto my knees. The dog . . . shit. Not a dog. “You sicked a wolf on me.”

The wolf snorted and moved between me and Jackson. He looked back at Jackson who gave a curt nod to the animal and moved further back. Next thing I knew there was a huge white mist inbetween us. I waved my hand to dispurse it, only for it to fade away.

I gasped. Pointed. Tried to ask questions, but nothing came out, but grunts. The wolf was gone. Special Agent Preston Clarkson was there. Not sure how long all three of there stood there in silence before I managed to say something. Stupid as it was.

“Where’d the wolf go?”

Trade In and Up Chapter 4

Hi,

Hope everyone's New Year started off on a good foot. Mine has been good so far. Since things have settled down from the holiday and NaNo, I'm going back to making two post a week. (Unless there's an unexpected reason, or sickness that comes up.) So this week, there will be one today, and one Wed. just like in the past.

Hope your imagination can soar when you read.

Julia

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Chapter 4

Why did he keep saying that?

“Now, tell me what caused these to mare my Boy’s pretty face.” he wiped away the straggling tears.

“Not your boy.” Maybe if I said it enough he’d quit saying it. “What do you think? The love of my life was shot in the head. I went over a bridge in a car. All but drowned. Did, and was brought back to life, only to come face to face with the man who wanted me dead. Then someone who says he’s FBI steals me away in some teched out van with a manic driver.”

The arms around me tightened, but what I saw bothered me more than the strange arms around me that sent warmth through me. Somewhat. Jackson’s eyes in the rearview mirror told another story. Not sure what about those dull brown eyes that told me something about what I said was not the truth, but something wasn’t. Not much to not be. Other than them being FBI agents or them taking me to safety.

Knew I’d been stupid as fuck to believe they were FBI agents. Special Agent Preston Clarkson might have the credentials, but . . .  I wiggled until I was out of his arms and scooted away from him.

“What’s wrong, Boy?”

“Stop calling me that.” Snapping wasn’t what I meant to do, but it’s what I did.

“You know what respect is. I expect it, even know.”

“Fuck you.”

“Comfort time is over.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson got up and made his way back to the front.

Once he was back in his seat, I scooted to the end closest to the back door. I waited until we came to a stoplight and then watched them. Soon as I knew ours was about to turn green I threw the doors open and jumped out. Took off running right towards the woods that sat on the left. If I could get lost in them.

No car doors slammed. No shouts. No tires squealing. No other sounds of them coming after me. Didn’t have time to look back and see what was taking place. Had to keep running, putting space between us and them. No sense of where I was, or where I was going, but getting lost in the woods seemed smart. Not lost so much as making circles. I had a pocket knife to mark the trees with to keep up with the path I took, so I did not get lost. Once I found a nice place to hide out in, cave or thicket of bushes. After some time passed, I could come back out retrace my steps back to the road and find a town. Not sure what I would do then. I had nothing but the cash in my wallet. My bank cards were of no use. If I used them then they’d be able to track me in seconds.

A loud howl rippled through the air, causing me to pause.

Shit. Wolf? Dog? Either did not sound friendly. I had no way to defend myself. Had to find - -

Something slammed into my back, knocking me flat on my stomach.

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Chapter 3

Pop. Pop. Pop. Bang. The van rocked as the metal rattled and bowed in on me. Seemed like it at least. Sounded as if War War Three was taking place outside me. Longer the firestorm raged the less hope I had for Special Agent Preston Clarkson returning. No matter how determined he seemed about being my rescuer, I knew better. Many had said the same over the years. None achieved it. Me and John had to run each time. In the end, we left the Marshalls and went at it on our own. We did good until we visited the clubs or bought some bondage equipment for our home. Not sure why that always tipped Julian off, but it was the only link we could figure out. We tried to avoid doing so, but our desire to express our true emotions for each other won out in the end. We both knew it would catch up with us one day. Guess that day had came.

The driver side door was jerked open just as the passage side did. Special Agent Preston Clarkson jumped inside the passenger side, holding the left side of his forearm as another man wearing a tight black shirt with blood soaked blond hair.

“Get us out of here, Jackson.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson glanced back at me. “Sit down and hold onto the bar above your head.”

I’d barely gotten on the bench before Jackson had gunned the van and pebble like sounds bounced off the outside of the van.

“What is going on?”

“Tell you later, boy.”

Fuck the boy shit. There was a time and place for it and it wasn’t now. Not to mention he wasn’t my Master. “Now, or I’m taking my chances by jumping out the this back door.” Not that I would survive it, but I was starting to believe I might not survive with him. Second thought, what proof did I have that he was FBI. I’d only heard a gun fight from hell take place outside the van. Only had his word of who he was. No identification had been given. Yes, sirens had been heard, but I’d not seen any coppers. Damn it, why did I listen to him. “I want to see a badge.”

“Now you want proof.” Jackson huffed. “Fucking unbelievable. We just saved you ass and you don’t even thank us.”

“Shut it, Jackson.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson pointed at the bag sliding from left to right each curve we took. “Catch the bag. Give me the cause inside and look inside the front pocket. You will see my credentials.”

I scooted to the edge of the bench and waited until Jackson took the next curve and snagged the bag. Tossing him the cause and then opened the front pocket, tugging free a zip lock baggie. Before I even I opened it, a shinny gold badge shined through it. Didn’t set my mind at ease though. Why did he keep it so close to him? What if someone philftered through his stuff. Not like Julian’s men were loyal to anyone other than Mr. Julian. Definitely not each other. Keeping his Federal Identification on him did not seem wise. I opened the bag and pulled out the wallet like ID, studying it. Not sure why. Not like I could tell if it was fake or not. I put all of it back in the baggie and inside the pocket of the bag.

“Satisfied?”

“Nope.”

“Fucking God. I’m going to kill him myself.”

The car sped up as he swirled around another curved.

“You going to kill us all if you don’t slow the fuck down.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson said in that voice that sent shivers down my spine. Any other time, I would have loved to bow at his feet and offered my service to him. Me and John loved each other, but we enjoyed playing with others. I loved to put on a show for John and John loved to watch other dominate me. Fuck. John was dead.

My free hand flew over my chest as a sob ripped through me. My chin pressed against where there should be a huge hole, but all there was a salt watered wet shirt. Why had that goon brought me back to life. I should have died right alongside John. It was my right to go with my Master. I had no one to take care of me. To care for. To serve. To live for. I might as well give myself up to Mr. Julian and let him kill me. Send me to be with John.

“Stop this van. Let me out.”

“What? Hell no.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson clambered through the small opening between the seats and stumbled back to the bench, sitting beside me. His arm went around me, tugging me against him. “Why would you want us to do that, Boy.”

“I’m not your boy.”

“Not yet.”

Trade In and Up Chapter 2

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Trade In and Up Chapter 2

Charcoal eyes glared down at me through a halo of blonde hair. “Ugh . . . Why do you hate me?”

“Why do you ask stupid questions.”

Mr. Julian jerked me up by the arms, tossing me over his shoulder. Any other situation I would have gotten off on being man handled, but . . . Not by him. He was a monster who though he controlled the world.

“Damn it.”

Yes. Sirens blared in the background. Not that they helped me in the passed, but their distraction might give me a chance to get free. Air whooshed out of me as I landed on the hard metal. Didn’t lay still to take in the impact, I lunged up and forward, only to slam into a flat outstretched palm. Not Julian’s. Much bigger. Much larger. Much stronger. Knocked me back three good inches.

“Where do you think you are going?”

Who was . . . Over the long running from Julian’s men I’d seen most of his henchmen. Not that one. He did not fit the MO of the others. He was tall. Muscular. Not bulky like most of the ones that came after me and John. Man did not appear to have drank a beer a day in his life. The other guy’s gave off a vibe of eagerness of meanness. This guy . . . Reminded me of John. Dominant. Controlling. He knew how to get what he wanted from a person without violence. Without raising his voice. None of those aspects fit with Julian. There was not another person associated with Julian that held such an air about them.

I titled my head from side to side, studying the angular cheeks that led up to nicely rounded eyes that held bright pine green eyes. Unique eye color.

“Don’t think about it.”

“About what?” What was I doing? Talking to him was going to get me nowhere. I knew it. So why interact with him?

“Getting by me. Not going to happen, boy.”

Shiver ran up my spine.

“Ah . . . Would not let Mr. Julian know that little secret about yourself.” The man winked at me. “Boy.” He climbed into the van, tossing his head towards the bench behind me. “Sit, boy.”

He was not my Master. I was not going to listen to him.

“Now, Boy.”

“Not my Master.”

The man reached behind him and tugged the door closed. He glanced behind me and then nodded. “I am not.” The yet part hung in the air, even if I did not like the thought of it. “But I am here to help you.”

“Huh?” Help me?

“My name is, Special Agent Preston Clarkson.”

FBI. What would they be doing inside Julian’s group?

“I’m sorry it took me so many years to work my way so close to the inner rankings of Julian. It is not easy, but today was my lucky day.”

“Doesn’t feel so lucky to me?”

“Sorry. Lucky might be wrong considering . . . What I meant was I can get you away from him and take him down for murder, drug trafficking, as wells as human trafficking, all in one swoop.”

That would be good, but Mr. Julian would find some way to escape the charges they brought against him. Just who he was.

“Give me five minutes and stay inside here like you are supposed to. You are safe inside this van. There are gunmen watching after you and if it leaves there are trackers on it. We clear, Boy?”

“Don’t boy me.”

“You listen to it best.”

True, but he was  not my Master. “Fine.”

“Five minutes and Mr. Julian will be out of your hair.”

He might think so, but I did not.