Cole X Zane Novels & Stories

came the man’s gruff voice, faint static lining the edges. “It’s fine,” I said, rubbing a hand down my face. “Tell me you’ve got something.” There was a pause. “I do. But I’ve got good news and bad news.” Savannah leaned closer, her eyes locked on the phone like it might spit out the truth any second. “Let’s start with the bad,” I said. “Zane Rubio doesn’t live in Los Angeles anymore,” Cole replied. “He’s gone. Moved out permanently.” Savannah’s face fell. Her shoulders slumped, disappointment hitting her hard.

Standing, he shoved his pants down hurriedly, his massive ten inch cock springing free, already leaking precum in heavy beads. “Anything for you, baby girl,” Zane growled, fear flickering in his chest that this might be the last time he’d ever bury himself in the tightest pussy he’d ever had. Kelly will leave me. But fuck… I can’t stop wanting that tight, young cunt. Not even her sisters compare. Cassie had a pussy so good it could drive even a smart man like Zane insane. Zane gripped Cassie’s hips with bruising force, yanked her up like a ragdoll, and slammed her down onto his cock in one brutal, pussy punishing thrust that made her scream in raw ecstasy.

If Rose had been there, she would have recognized them instantly. Cobra. Byron. Fury. The same loan shark gangster she had once paid off to leave Maya alone. Cobra did stop walking until he got to where Zane was standing. “Zane,” he greeted, his tone casual. “Didn’t think you’d still be working out of dumps like this.” Zane scoffed. “Didn’t think you’d still be alive.” A few of the men tensed, unsure of the energy between them. But then, Zane stepped forward and pulled Cobra into a brief, rough half-hug.

Zane says, walking up and giving Xena a fierce hug and she punches him, making him wince. Poor girl got the short end of the stick for shifter females, reaching only five feet eight inches. But her height doesn’t keep her from whooping Zane’s ass, who reaches six foot ten. If it weren’t for his words after my shift, I’d be swooning for sure. He appears strikingly dashing in his black formal wear with a turquoise undershirt that emphasizes his light hazel blue-green eyes. The seamstress did well in perfecting his dress suit so that it molds to his tall, bulky frame. Damn, he’s hot. Why does he have to be such an asshole?

Johnston shifted uneasily in his chair, hoping to dodge these specific questions but realizing there was no way around it now. "His name is Zane Coovens, the CEO of a renowned software company with franchises across Asia, the Caribbean, and Latin America. As the only son and heir to his family’s fortune, he is incredibly wealthy. He discovered Becca after she ran out of her pack when Elyon chose Xena as his Luna,” he explained to his Alpha. “Trust me with this, there's no chance this man will abandon Becca for you. He'll do everything in his power to keep her."

Why am I surprised that Zane is this good at this job? We park in front of a red-roofed farmhouse that looks like something I once saw on a postcard. “No way.” I once again paste my face to the window. “This place is unreal.” “Of course it is. It’s my territory.” “I still don’t think you can take credit for that.” I laugh. “Look— they have cows!” “If I’d known what a fan of livestock manure you are, I’d have— ” I ignore him and exit the car right as a young man comes toward us. His mop of dark curls is swept around by the wind, and his frame is slight, especially for a Were. “Dr. Sem Caine,” Zane explains after they exchange a hug.

We were in so much trouble. When I reached the living room, Zane was sitting on the edge of a small, worn-out leather couch. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his grey joggers. His massive back was hunched forward, he rested his head in his large hands. Even from behind, he looked like a giant. His shoulders were tense and rigid. On the coffee table in front of him sat a white first-aid kit, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a roll of bloody gauze.

He reached out and grabbed my wrist. "You're embarrassing yourself," he said, low and sharp. "That video. Kissing Prescott at his own party like you were trying to prove some kind of point. Like he actually…" "Let go of her." The hallway went dead quiet. I turned my head. Zane was standing ten feet away, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking at Cole with an expression that could have frozen the entire building solid. He wasn't rushing. He wasn't raising his voice. He was just standing there, still and certain, like he had nowhere else he needed to be. And somehow that was ten times more effective than anything louder.

Austin asked feeling disappointed that the creature was not brought back to the warehouse for them to see. Zane on the other hand hated that he called his brother, one of his kind a creature. They were not creatures but living beings like them. “He is safe, now if you will excuse me, I must leave. Austin, I left something in my room at the resort. Keep it for me and I will come back for it one day.” Zane said then left. Austin could not wait to go back and see what it was Zane left. He hoped it was more gold. “This was a good gig and it paid well.” Said one of the assassins. “But?” asked the hacker as he could see that his colleague had more to say.

From watching my father's work, I had picked up enough to realize that handshakes and well wishes would be worth nothing if there was no paper. Zane was twenty-eight. Cole's older brother by three years and the chairman of an empire that had been built over three generations. He had taken over from his father at twenty-one and had doubled the Della-Ross holdings within four years. People who had known him for decades still chose their words carefully around him and straightened slightly when he entered a room. I had spent most of my life successfully avoiding being alone with him, a fact I had achieved through genuine and consistent effort. That was not an option for me any longer.