The Making of Moly Barons ~Darkness Becomes Her

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Chapter 17

My head was killing me, like I’d been out partying all night. Hanging out with these men was really starting to do some damage to my body.

Slowly opening my eyes, I tried to look through the hazy fog at my surroundings. A quaint little room in rich blue, green and floral prints met my gaze, and my hands touched soft fabric underneath me. I lifted my head and saw I was in the middle of a king-sized bed.

Trying to roll over to my side was more difficult than I thought it would be. I groaned, trying to hoist my body up from the bed, but it just didn’t want to.

Philip came from the bathroom with only a towel on, his hair damp, and his eyes full of mischief. “I see you finally woke up. You were very difficult for me to put under this time. I spoke so loudly that I put a couple people around us to sleep as well,” he chuckled.

His dimples were standing out, making him so damn sexy. I literally had to shake my head to focus on what was going on around me, and not the man in the small bath towel. “Where are we? How did we get here? And why are you in a towel?” I asked, perplexed.

He came to sit next to me on the bed. “Well: Un, we are in a little motel on the outskirts of Paris. Deux, I ran here. I did not think it wise to lead them to the car. We will have to retrieve it at another time. Et trois, we ran into some trouble when we were leaving, so I was covered in blood, ma chérie.”

His hand came to my face, caressing it. “You picked a fight with a very large man. I couldn’t just sit there and let that happen. Why would you do such thing? We were outnumbered; there were more people in the back. And you just pushed that man, like you wanted to pick a fight! Why? Why would you do that when you could have been fatally injured?” He asked getting angrier the more he spoke.

The scent of strawberries and chocolate filled my senses. I was trying to pay attention to what he was saying, but how could I when someone smell so good? The more irritated he became, the more intense his scent became.

This man was in front of me, was smelling like my own personal dessert. He was angry that I could’ve been hurt, he wanted to protect me… when most creatures ran from me, but this man wanted to save me.

“They knew what was going on with those girls. They had the answers to the all the questions. And that woman, Eloise, she lived in my cluster; she’s the link to what’s going on the inside! Do you get that? I wanted answers, Philip!

“That man--he had no smell, just like Mr. West…it was driving me nuts. There’s this weird void where they stand, and it messes with my head!” I hissed hitting the bed, then took a breath.

“I think your Eloise is the mastermind behind Mr. West. But more importantly, I think she’s made more than just one. And that ass that came up to the table this afternoon was one of them.

“So yes, I was going to pick a fight because he was itching for a one, I could tell that by just looking at him. Then you could’ve snatched Eva, I mean Eloise, and we could have interrogated her.” I stressed, then my stomach started turning again.

“I am sorry, but I will not put you in that position for you to be hurt. You are mine to protect, it is not the other way around.” He

My eyes watched a bead of water that rolled down from his neck, then skimmed down his chest, and over his hard nipple. I licked my lips, thinking what that nipple might taste like if I drank from it.

“There is so much we have to do, ma belle, but if you keep looking at me like you want to devour me, then I will not be able to resist to give you,” he growled.

His delicious scent hit me again, and all I wanted to do was possess this man. The need to have him was so strong, like an instinct that pulling me to him with a hunger that bordered on insanity.

I stood up from the bed, striping off my cloths. He watched my hands undo my pants and drop them to the floor, and smiled as he moaned when I reached up to unlatch my bra.

When that was dropped to the floor I stood in between his legs and pushed him down on the bed. My hand went to the towel and pulled it open exposing his generous manhood.

Philip propped himself on the bed and watched me with those hazel eyes that I wanted to fall into. My body already softening for him, I could feel the need to posses him intensifying, but first I wanted to savor him.

I glanced up and smiled at the lust-filled look as I took him in my hand and kissed the tip. My tongue licked at the bead of moisture, making him hissed. Stroking the silky shaft my tongue licked around the head, before I took him in completely. “Qui se sent bien bebe tellement fucking!” he groaned falling back on the bed.

My mouth stroked him, running my tongue along the thick vein. His hands clutched the blankets when I released him and kissed his inner thigh. Every time I brought him please he spoke soft words in French, I didn’t understand them, it excited me even more.

Strong arms picked me up and tossed me on the bed. His eyes roamed over my body possessively. His mouth came down on mine, taking over my senses while his hand caressed its way down my body, pinching my already sensitive nipples making me gasp while his tongue invaded my mouth.

His fingers dipped into my center, we groaned in unison as he stroked my inner walls. My body burned, I wanted more, needed more. My hands wrapped around his neck devouring him like I wanted him to do to my body.

Philip must have read my mind because right then his was between my thighs with his own need teasing my entry. He stopped long enough to have an emotion on his face that I didn’t recognize, and then he thrust deep inside me filling me completely, making me gasp.

With each thrust my body drew closer to completion, and with every throb I felt of his manhood inside me, I grew hungry, needy, possessive for him.

His arms wrapped around me, bringing our bodies closer so he could get deeper inside. “Vous vous sentez si bonne baise ma belle!” his voice rumbled on the next thrust.

Philips fangs sank into my neck, which must be connected to my orgasm center, because when he pulled his first drink I came, calling out his name.

But after that, he was made with need, I gasped at the hard penetration and wrapped my arms around him, letting him take command of my mouth, of my body. And with every grunt, growl, and groan of pleasure my body was building up for another climax.

I could feel his manhood throb inside me, ready for release. A territorial urge came over me and as my orgasm built again, so did the need to own this man.

My stomach twisted, my hunger grew, and I ran my nails down his back, loving the feel of his bare skin. He groaned, and I loved having that power over him; I wanted more power over him. The beast liked this control, his scent, him making those noises, it was mine, all mine, just for me.

My mind was not my own; instinct had taken over and my fangs came down. The touch of his chest rubbing against my nipples had me panting his name.

His next thrust was deep, a growl tore from his chest as his body tightened in anticipation, and my own body was on the precipice. But before we could find our release in each other, one word rang through my head repeatedly until I spoke it.

“Mine!” I whispered fiercely in his ear, sinking my fangs into him.

He growled out my name, and I could feel his warm release inside me, making the beast shudder with joy. When I let go of his neck, my orgasm came in massive waves of ecstasy as I clung to him.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but the love making went on for hours. When I opened my eyes the sunlight was shinning in the room as I rubbed my eyes, not quite remembering where I was. A phone was vibrating on the dresser, making an annoying clatter and I groaned wanting to go back to sleep. After a minute it thankfully stopped, but only to started again almost immediately.

Two muscular arms stretched out and wrapped around my waist, holding me back from picking up the annoying disturbance. “Let it alone, ma chérie. We will deal with the world in a moment,” Philip whispered in my hair. The phone stopped, but started up again.

“Please just answer it. Or I will,” I sighed as I stretched.

He groaned as my backside rubbed up against his morning erection. “Maybe in a moment,” he told me as his hands slipped from my waist down between my legs.

“Not that I wouldn’t love to take you up on your offer, but aren’t you exhausted? I think we made love at least five times this morning alone,” I smiled.

He kissed my neck, and then slapped my backside. “You are right of course. I need to answer the phone or the person calling is going to have a, what do you call it, a meltdown,” he chuckled as he watched me get up out of bed.

“I love seeing your bare flesh. I think when you stay with me we shall remain without clothing the whole time, just so I can look at you. But for now, you need to hurry to get ready before I choose to forget we will be receiving company soon. And you need to go make that beau cul clean, ma belle,” he said lazily.

“Company?”

“Oui, Nicolas, and Marcus should be here soon.” He winked.

The phone went off again, just as angry as ever, but Philip just lay there relaxed, his chest bare and the covers barely covering his growing erection. My eyes drifted down to the area just underneath the sheets, then back to him. He gave me a big dimpled smile.

My thoughts drifted back to tasting his blood, when I noticed something on the side of his neck. I walked over to the bed and climbed on top of him.

“Belle, I didn’t know you…” But he didn’t get to finish his statement because I turned his head sharply to the side.

There on the side of his neck was a very distinctive mark. I’d seen a mark like that before, but I just couldn’t remember where. That’s when it hit me. My mark! The bite mark on the side of my neck… I’d marked him. Like a werewolf marks his mate! “Holy shit!”

When I released his head he turned to look at me questioningly. My head fell into my hands over the reality of what I’d done last night hit me. The instinct that I felt last night, the hunger, the need, it was because I was bonding with him. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” I hissed.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re looking at me like I’ve grown horns.” He asked, pulling me down to his chest.

I touched the side of his neck with my hand, almost in awe of what I was seeing and what I did. “Let’s just say I really wasn’t myself last night and, well, I think I mated with you.” I confessed quietly.

“I know that, chérie. When you took my blood I could feel it. I think you were a little more wolf last night and were not quite in control…am I wrong?” He chuckled.

I just sat there frowning at him. Tears welled up in my eyes. It took everything I had to hold them back. “What?”

“Molly, I knew last night when I decided not to deny myself you, that this could happen. We all saw the mating mark on Nicolas. Please do not be upset, everything will be fine,” he assured me, his hands cupping my face.

That shocked me. Philip saw my eyes go wide, took my arms and pulled me onto his chest again. “What? What’s wrong,” he asked, but all I could do was shake my head. “Tell me, Molly.”

“I didn’t know I marked Nicolas. So you’re saying that I now have two mates. Fantastic! I can’t even keep from making a small group of men pissed at me when I hang around. How the hell am I going to keep two husbands happy?” I ranted.

“There will be no other men. You are ours, and we will be all that you need. And you, ma belle, will be all that we need.” He grinned and kissed my forehead. “Now go get ready, and please do not worry your pretty head about this.”

I slid off him and walked to the bathroom, grabbing my phone off the nightstand as I went by. I was really hoping a good shower would wash away my anxiety and the damn knot that was forming in the pit of my stomach.

The phone had been turned off. I figured Philip must have done it when he brought me here. When it finally came on I saw I had a ton of messages.

The first one was from Shelly. “Molly, I found Drew. She’s pretty roughed up, I’m not sure what they’ve done to her, but it doesn’t look good. I tracked a big wanker up here to Glasgow. I don’t know if you found what Georgie was telling you to look for, but I’m telling ya she’s right! There are bloody male mixers! And as far as I can see they’re damn near everywhere! Going to call Cal, give her the update on the situation. Tell you more when I hear back from you. Hooroo.” She hung up.

She had Drew; good. But I couldn’t believe she’d found more men? This was like a fucking epidemic! I scrolled down to see Ryuuji had left me a message. Shit, that old dragon never called unless it was vital.

“Molly, the trail was cold in Wales, I’m heading to England. If I find anything I will text you. There might be a cluster there from the information I’ve gathered and I’ll need your help to get them all out.” He took an annoyed breath before he spoke again. “I don’t have time for this… Lennox wants you to call him and check in. He’s worried about you. I’ve got to go.”

Oh this was so not good! My next message was from Calista. “Molly, call Lennox! He is going around here out of his effin’ mind! I’m afraid he might do something…call him!”

I dialed Cal’s number. “Hello.”

I couldn’t hide my happiness that she sounded fine. “Hey you, I just got your message. Have you heard anything from Ryuuji?” I asked.

“No, nothing yet. Hey, did you call Lennox yesterday?”

“No, I didn’t have time to. Why? What’s so important about me calling him?”

“I think he’s finally lost his mind! Crashing into things, being more hostile than usual. Then he just left. I’m thinking he might have gone to help Ryuuji,” she said.

“Okay, I’ll call the dragon and see if he’s with him. I’ll try to get back to you when I can,” I told her, hanging up. The next thing I did was call Ryuuji, but he never picked up, which worried me, a lot.

After Ryuuji I called Jamie. “One speaking,” she answered.

“Hey, it’s Molly. I got Shelly’s message that she’d found Drew. What’s going on?”

Jamie let out a long tired breath on the phone. “I swear, I was going to send out Shelly to find you, too. You know we thought the worst of what happened to you! You could’ve called us to let us know that you were okay!” she scolded.

Standing in the bathroom and naked as the day I was born, I ran my free hand through my tangled mess of hair. “I’m sorry. I have no excuse, but I’m fine. But more important, I found something, and it’s some scary stuff.”

I heard the sounds coming from her end on the phone fade into silence as she walked into a quiet area. “What did you find?”

I paused; I didn’t want her to know too much. “Well, I found a bar, and though that doesn’t sound too interesting, in the back of the building was a medical facility that looks like some kind of mad scientific OB clinic.”

She was quiet, really quiet. “Do you want me to send anyone else out there to help you?” she asked. There was a tremor in her voice, and I didn’t know if she was worried or involved with what was happening.

“No, let me investigate and get more information before we send more people out here. I would hate to have anybody get caught in this mess,” Which was they truth, an a lie all at the same time.

“Okay. I can live with that for now, but I want you to keep me updated on where you’re at! And I don’t care if it’s a text or a call. I can’t lose any more of us.”

“I’ll let you know what I find,” I conceded.

And?” She pushed.

“And I will let you know wherever I am… Okay?” I answered.

“Okay, that’s better. I’ll talk to you soon and I’ll text anything that we find out with Drew.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” I nodded, staring at myself in the mirror, then hung up. Shit, I was a mess! After the shower, I didn't feel any better. So I wrapped a towel around me and went to find my clothes.

As I walked into the room Philip glanced at me. I could tell he was pissed at the person he was talking to. As I picked up my pants his voice got loud enough for me to hear.

“Yes, I’m very aware of that! But tell me what you would’ve done!” he growled, then dropped the cell to the bed. I walked over to him and sat next to him.

“So is Marcus mad because you slept with me, or because I marked you?” I asked.

“Marcus is very upset with Nicolas and me because we can’t seem to ‘keep it in our pants’ when there is so much that needs to be done,” he chuckled then turned to me. “Have you done that, before Nicolas and myself, mark a man? Do I need to worry about meeting others that you’ve marked?”

I didn’t say anything, and really what could I say? No, I’ve never done that before, but I can’t guarantee that it won’t happen again. This was why I always stayed clear of committed relationships.

Philip turned quickly, pinning me to the bed with my arms over my head. “You did not answer me, Molly, am I going to run into other men with your mark upon them?” he growled, and I shook my head in answer.

His lips came down hard on mine as his frustration broke loose, then traveled to my neck; his hand found my thigh and went under my towel, finding me wet and wanting from just one kiss. He plunged his fingers deep inside me as his fangs bit into my neck. It was like he was trying to mark me with his bite like I had him, last night.

Philip got up from the bed, looking down at me, and started to unbuckle his pants when there was a knock on the door. He looked at the door, then back down at me on the bed and spread my legs apart.

He started to get in between my thighs, ignoring the constant knocking, when it became a banging he couldn’t ignore anymore. Philip swore in French, zipping up his pants. He glanced down at me and moved the sheets to cover me. And as he stalked towards the door, that's when someone kicked it in.

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