Stealing Sloane (Lone Wolf Generations #5)

Chapter 10

J acob was rock-hard in an instant. “As you wish, Sweet Stuff.” He’d never taken his clothes off faster in his whole life, thinking of tasting her again and making her sweet pussy come. When he reached for her, however, she twisted around so they switched places, then pushed him back on the bed until he landed on top of the mattress. “Sloane? I—oh fuck!”

Sloane kneeled on the floor between his legs, her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it with a firm grip. Just as he thought it couldn’t possibly get better, she lowered her head to take the tip in her mouth.

“Fuck!” His fingers grabbed at the sheets, twisting them as immense pleasure built up in his spine. Her talented mouth wrapped around him, taking him inside while her tongue caressed the underside. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sloane!” He was so deep in that the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. When she pulled back, the strong, sucking sensation made his eyes roll into the back of his head.

She repeated it again, and for a second, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Even if he did, it would have been worth it. He moaned her name over and over again. Her rhythm was perfect as she bobbed her head up and down, bringing him to the edge several times.

“Sloane, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna—oh fuck!” She continued, adding more pressure. “I can’t stop?—”

“Don’t,” she rasped before taking him in again.

“Fffuuuccck!” He let go, the first burst of come exploding in her mouth. She pulled her head back and gripped him again, sending shivers down his spine as his continued to orgasm, painting her cheeks and lips with his come. The expression on her face was that of pure lust, like she had enjoyed herself. After the last spurts of his release, his body was wrung out, and he flopped back on the bed, melting into the mattress.

Sloane crawled over him, wiping her face with the bottom of her shirt. She lay on top of him, their bodies pressed together. Nuzzling his chest, she took in a deep breath.

When his senses returned, he spoke first. “Just so you know, my wolf is obsessed with you.”

“Oh?” She looked up at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Oh yeah. He’s obsessed with you and your wolf too.” He buried his nose under her ear, where her scent was strongest. “What about your wolf?”

“What about her?

“What does she think of me?”

“Hmmm.” She twisted around to face him. “I guess she likes you too.”

Hope bubbled in him like a balloon. “Oh really? Does she like how I smell?”

“I suppose, I never really thought about it. I mean, I like how you smell.” She took his hand and rubbed his wrists on her neck, marking herself with his scent. “I want it on me all the time.”

Jacob’s heart pounded in his chest. This was it. All signs pointed to what his gut and his wolf had been telling him. His wolf started acting weird these past few days, ever since they met Sloane. That longing for something more than just a casual romp intensified, telling him, perhaps there was another reason for his restlessness. He wanted to wait, to be really sure, but he had to say something now or he was going to go insane.

“Sloane, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“About … something I’ve been thinking … why I didn’t want to …” Fuck, he was going to mess this up. “I think we’re—” A knocking at the door interrupted him. “Fuck off!” he shouted, but the sound persisted. “Christ!” With an angry huff, he rolled off the bed and stomped to the door, yanking it open. “I said—Mom?” His gaze darted to the other person beside his mother. “Dad?

“Hello, son.” Quinn Martin’s face was stoic, even though Jacob stood in front of him naked as the day he was born. “Sorry to interrupt.”

Selena Martin, on the other hand, leaned to the side, looking behind him. “Oh, hi there.”

Jacob wished for the earth to swallow him up. Turning his head back, he saw Sloane laying casually on the bed, waving at his mother. “What are you guys doing here?” he groused.

Quinn cleared his throat. “You should probably get dressed so we can talk.”

“Er, sure. One sec.” Turning around, he closed the door behind him. “So that’s my?—”

“Parents?”

“Yeah.” He picked up his discarded pants and put them on. “I should go talk to them.”

“All right.” She bounded off the bed. “I should take that shower now—hey!”

He caught her in his arms and kissed her hard. “Why wash off my scent? I’m just gonna mark you all over again.”

She smirked. “Then you will. Everywhere.” Winking at him, she strode off into the bathroom, hips wiggling invitingly.

Fuck. His cock was hard again. Taking a few deep breaths, he managed to relax enough for his dick to calm down. Putting his pants on, he trudged back to the door. To his surprise, his parents were still there.

His mother drew him in for a quick hug. “She’s so pretty,” she whispered. “Lily mentioned something about her. I think we should talk. About who she is to you.”

Oh God. Lily must have suspected, too, all this time and told his mother. “Mom, don’t say anything. Please.”

“You know.” She let out a squeal. “Are you sure?”

He shuffled her and his father away from the door, fearing Sloane could hear them. “I think so.”

Quinn’s gaze ping-ponged between the two of them. “What the heck is going on? What are you two whispering about?”

Selene huffed out a breath. “For a smart man, you can be pretty dumb.” She smiled at Jacob. “Sloane is?—”

“My True Mate.”

His heart pounded with excitement, now that he’d actually said it aloud. But she had to be, all the signs pointed to it. His attraction to her, his wolf’s obsession over her. If anything, Gunnar’s cryptic words had almost solidified it. Growing up, he’d heard about his cousin’s magical side of the family, that they could supposedly see the future. No one would confirm it, and he couldn’t blame his cousin for keeping it a secret. Knowing the future was a dangerous skill after all.

“Is she pregnant?” Quinn asked.

“No, we haven’t … you know.” He shifted uncomfortably because he did not want to talk about his sex life in front of his parents. “While it’s the only way to be sure, I want to give her a choice.”

When he started having an inkling she might be his True Mate, the urge to confirm and get her pregnant was his first instinct. His wolf urged him to make them truly theirs. However, he faced a dilemma: if he was right then he couldn’t just have sex with her to make her pregnant, not when he knew the risks and she didn’t.

“I understand.” Selena glanced at her husband. “Your father did something similar. Of course, even though he wasn’t sure, he had to announce that I was his True Mate to my entire coven,” she added wryly.

“When you about to get engaged to another man,” he growled.

“You told everyone we were ‘banging with?—’”

Jacob sighed. “Guys, can we focus here? Okay, great. Please, don’t say anything yet. We’re taking it slow, and if there’s a chance she is my True Mate, then she should have a choice in the matter.”

“And what if she’s not?”

His mother’s question weighed on him. There was that possibility as well, and perhaps that’s why he hesitated about having sex with Sloane. He just couldn’t answer her.

“Maybe we can talk about this another time?” his father said, probably sensing his hesitation. “We do have more important things to talk about. Like why we came all the way down here.”

“Yeah, why are you guys here, by the way?”

A serious expression crossed his father’s face. “Killian asked me to speak with you. He thought it best if I did it in person. It’s about Ronan Forte.”

Fuck. From the look on their faces, Jacob guessed it wasn’t good news.

“Sloane should be part of this conversation too,” Quinn added.

“All right, we’ll come down and meet you in the living room.”

Jacob really hoped they would at least have the next few days until this Ronan business came up again, so he could find the right time to tell Sloane about his suspicions about them being True Mates. He almost told her, too, right before his parents interrupted. As he sat on the bed and waited for her to come out of the shower, he contemplated it.

Talk about shit timing.

He should have told her the moment he suspected, but it had sounded crazy, even to him. What was he supposed to say? Hey, Sloane, we hardly know each other, but I think fate thinks we should be together. That would probably have sent her running for the hills.

And perhaps that was the crux of it. He could feel her hesitation, her doubts. It irked him, even though he had his own. Physically, they were compatible, but everything else …

“Hey, are you okay?” Sloane asked she stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. She looked so lovely, and yes, she had a hot body, but it wasn’t just that. His heart did a little flip at the sight of her merely standing there, and he wanted her with every fiber of his being. She looked so soft and inviting, the sunlight bathing her naked body with an ethereal glow.

“Yeah … my parents need to talk to us. About Ronan Forte.”

The entire atmosphere in the room changed when he said the name. She dropped her hands to her side, the damp towel falling to the floor. “Let me get dressed, and we can go.”

Her movements were robotic as she changed into her clean clothes. The tension in her only grew as they made their way downstairs to the living room, where his parents sat on the worn floral-patterned couch that had to be older than Jacob.

“Sloane,” Quinn began as he stood up to greet them. “We met briefly the other night, but I’m Quinn, Jacob’s dad. This is my wife, Selena.”

“Nice to meet you,” his mother greeted, her blue eyes darting to meet Jacob’s, as if to reassure him that his ‘secret’ was safe with her. “Though I wish we had come under better circumstances.”

“Thank you for coming just the same. Now, what’s happening with Ronan?” Sloane’s tone was brusque and business-like as she sat down. “Did the Lone Wolves confess?”

Quinn shook his head. “Unfortunately, they didn’t.”

“What?” Sloane gritted her teeth. “They told me Ronan sent them.”

“Once they were well enough to talk, we interrogated them, but they insisted they didn’t know Forte. They activated the fire alarm and used the opportunity to try and rob you. Apparently you were just a random victim.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” Jacob said. “They were going to take Sloane, and they tried to kill me.”

“ I believe you, son, we all do. But we couldn’t find any evidence that linked them to Forte. Lizzie checked their devices, tracked where they’d been, she even checked Ronan’s whereabouts for weeks before the attack. Those Lone Wolves and Ronan have never met, haven’t even communicated in any way.”

“He’s too smart for that,” Sloane said. “Ronan probably has something on them, which is why they won’t rat on him. What about the evidence into his other dealings? Did Lizzie find something? Is that why you’re here?”

Quinn folded his hands together. “I’m afraid not. Something else happened.” He took a deep breath. “Ronan approached the Lycan High Council himself and requested an audience, along with Lucas Anderson. He says he wants to ‘clear’ the air.”

“What?” Jacob couldn’t believe it. “Why?”

“It’s possible he knew that we were looking into him since we caught the Lone Wolves. Damn ballsy move. By coming forward himself, he can control the narrative.”

Sloane huffed. “He thinks he’s untouchable.”

“What did the council say?” Jacob asked.

“That’s another reason why we came here,” Quinn said. “They’ve scheduled a teleconference today.”

“Bastard,” Sloane spat. “He’s just going to manipulate them.”

“We don’t know what’s going to happen, but that’s why we insisted on being here. Lizzie’s going to hack into the teleconference. Killian thought you would want to watch it and maybe pick up some clues.”

Jacob turned to her. “Sloane? You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” she said firmly. “Thank you for coming all the way here, Mr. Martin, Mrs. Martin.”

“You’re welcome,” Selena said. “Please, dear. It’s Selena and Quinn.”

“They’re going to start in a few minutes.” Quinn retrieved his laptop from his backpack. “Let me get set up.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? To see him?” Jacob asked.

“I have to. I need to.”

And that was all he needed to know. Reaching out, he covered her hand with his. “All right.”

Quinn opened his laptop and called Lizzie so she could patch them into the conference. They were able to get in just in time as it seemed the proceedings had just started. Three windows floated on the screen and Jacob guessed that the large one on top where five Lycans sat around a conference room table were the members of the Lycan High Council. Lucas Anderson was on the bottom right window, which meant Ronan Forte was the man on the bottom left window. Jacob thought he’d look much older, but with his thick black hair and sharp eyes, he could pass for someone in his early forties. He wore a suit jacket and tie, and his beard was clean and trimmed neatly.

“…thank you for agreeing to see me, ladies and gentlemen.” Forte’s voice was smooth as silk and cool and crisp as snow. “I just wanted to clear the air, seeing as I’ve been hearing allegations about my clan and myself, particularly from New York.”

“What allegations are these?” Lucas asked. “I don’t know of any allegations.”

“Someone from your clan has been making inquiries about us,” Forte countered.

“And how do you know this, Ronan?” the man at the head of the table at the Lycan Council asked. He was an older man with a head of silver hair, dark skin like ebony, and piercing light brown eyes.

“It’s come to my attention that someone from one of the organizations related to New York—a company called Lone Wolf Investigations and Security—inquired if I had dealings with some Lone Wolves. These wolves caused some trouble in their territory, and New York seems to think I had something to do with them.”

“Is this true, Lucas?” the silver-haired man asked.

“I’m not quite sure what Forte is asking, Mr. Ngozi,” Lucas replied coolly. “Neither me nor my company have direct dealings with LWIS. They are a subsidiary of Creed Security and functions independently from the clan, so perhaps they are just doing due diligence for a private client? Did this company call you personally?”

“Not directly, no, but I have my sources.”

“And what sources are these? Can we speak with them?”

“My sources fear backlash from New York, and for now, would like to remain anonymous.”

Lucas snorted. “How convenient.”

Jacob had to hand it to Lucas’s ability to remain calm under pressure and avoid directly lying to the council. But, if he read his father’s face correctly, this still did not look good. “How did he find out? Did Uncle Killian send someone to Boston? Did they catch Lizzie?”

“No way,” his sister, who was on speakerphone, piped in. “The man doesn’t even know how to use a smart phone.”

“As far as I know, we haven’t contacted anyone connected to Boston,” Quinn added.

“He could be bluffing,” Selena offered.

“Or … there was someone else there during the night of the attack.” Quinn tsked. “It was chaotic, we didn’t think to sweep the place. But, what if there was a fourth person there who got away?”

“He could have been watching, and they saw us. Then followed us and reported back to Forte.”

“It’s possible.”

“I’ll check all the surveillance videos from the alley,” Lizzie said.

“Ladies, Gentlemen of the Council,” Lucas began. “If there are no actual allegations being made and no evidence to back any claim, then what are we doing here, exactly?”

“I just want to get ahead of any allegations,” Forte said. “And if New York has any problem with me, it’s only fair we hash it out in front of the council. On the record. I would also like it to be noted that I have never made any claims against New York or any other clan. In fact, when Lucan Anderson asked for help against the mages, I was one of the first to answer his call, and I lost a few good people. My beta lost his own son.”

“We all lost people,” Lucas countered. “But everyone who joined in the battle did so of their own free will, for the good of all Lycans.”

“In my clan, we believe loyalty is everything, and we pay in kind.”

“Gentlemen,” Mr. Ngozi began. “I thank you for your attendance today, but it seems we do not really have much cause to continue. This meeting has been entered into the official record, as per your request, Mr. Forte. Now, unless there is any other business, we can wrap up.” Neither Alpha uttered a word. “Excellent. This meeting is concluded. Thank you.”

“So, what the hell was this about?” Jacob said as soon as the screen blacked out.

“He wants to rattle your Alpha, and us,” Sloane said. “I’ve seen him do this before. He makes you think he knows you’ve done something against him, so you break first.”

“That won’t work against Lucas,” Jacob said.

“Oh shit, there was a fourth person there,” Lizzie’s voice interrupted as it cracked through the phone’s speakers. “I’m sending you footage now.”

A window popped up as the laptop screen brightened. It appeared to be a video from a camera in the alley behind Blood Moon.

“See?” Lizzie said. “There’s someone there in the corner wearing a hoodie. He just stays there the entire time.” The video fast-forwarded through the fight with the three Lone Wolves, Quinn and Daric appearing in the alley, and then moments later, Jacob and Sloane leaving, with the figure following them. The screen changed to a video in the lobby of the offices of Lone Wolf where Jacob and Sloane entered, then went into the elevator. The same figure in the hoodie slipped in and stopped at the elevator, looking up at the numbers on the display before he left. “I tracked him all the way out of the city, but lost him somewhere in Jersey.”

“Ronan is smart,” Sloane said. “Between Stella’s video and kidnapping attempts, plus the incident in Blood Moon, he had enough information to put two and two together.”

“He called for a meeting as a warning,” Jacob said. “To keep out of his business.”

“No. This is just his way of telling us that he knows.” Her blue eyes hardened. “He knows you’re hiding me. It was a warning—for me.”