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Dane
Curled up in my arms, Neah rests her cheek on my chest as my fingers trail down her back. The smell of our sex still hovers in the room.
No matter how we argued, she couldn't resist it when I started paying attention to the mark on her neck.
For a brief moment, her mind is silent. It felt like it had been forever since her mind had not moved a million miles a second. Over thinking, over analysing.
I feel her eyelashes flutter against my chest as her arms squeeze me. For a second, I thought she had fallen asleep.
"When will you kill Roan?" She asks quietly
"Soon. He will stand trial once we have finished torturing him."
My hand moves down to her stomach, there is already a small curve to it. Easily visible due to how slim my mate is.
Tipping her head back, she kisses me and repositions my hand so it is cupping her pussy. Her kiss deepens as my finger dips between her folds, feeling how wet she still is.
Pressing my thumb against her clit, her hips buck against my hand. A small moan comes from deep inside her as my fingers work quicker.
Her back arches just as someone knocks on the door. Neah lets out a little squeal and immediately freezes, pulling the blankets up around her.
Keeping my hand in place, I slow my fingers down, teasing her clit. She glares at me as I tell whoever is at the door that I'm busy.
Neah tries to hold still, afraid to be caught.
She lets out a few quiet moans as I roughly force two fingers in her.
As I slide them in and out, she grabs my hand, trying to hold me in place.
Frantically shaking her head at me.
"Dane, there is a man here. He says he knows you!" The deep voice comes from the other side of the door as I watch my mate silently fight an orgasm.
"Did he give you a name?" I call back as I knead my mates hardened nipples.
"He says his name is Damien."
Neah arches her back, her hips rocking against my hand as she grabs my lengthening dick. She bites down on her bottom lip, squeezing her eyes shut. "Keep him at the entrance. I will be there shortly."
As the footsteps move away, Neahs lips part as she lets out the long, low groan she had been fighting to hold while her muscles spasm around my fingers. "He's here." She mutters, trying to move away from me.
"He can wait. I need to finish what I started"
I rip the blanket back from her, burying my face between her thighs.
She gasps as I suck on her. My tongue flicks along her swollen clit as I spread her legs wide.
I loved that she was mine and I loved that I would be the only one to ever taste her juices.
As she starts to arch her back again, I slam my cock into her
"Dane" she mutters breathlessly. She closes her eyes again as her muscles clamp around my cock, barely giving me room to thrust.
Pulling her upright, I hold her against my chest. Our lips centimetres apart as I thrust up into her.
"Let me see those pretty blue eyes." I growl
They lock on to mine as I push myself up into her again.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as her moans echo around the room.
With one final moan she grips my cock and her body shudders while I fill her with my cum.
She sits still on me, her arms looped around me as her head rests on my shoulder.
Her breath is heavy, her heart thuds loudly in her chest.
"You need a shower." I murmur, combing my fingers through her hair.
"Are you trying to say I smell?"
I laugh. "Of our sex."
Her legs curl around my hips as I carry her to the shower, her lips edging along my jawline. Pregnancy certainly made her horny.
It was almost two hours before I finally left the bedroom and headed down to the packs entrance to meet Damien. He was busy arguing with several of my guards.
"Where the fuck have you been?" He snaps the moment he sees me.
"My mate had needs."
He rolls his eyes at me
"I assume that if you are here. The Rogues are all dead."
His dark eyes just stare at me.
"It's fine." I tell the guard. "He is with Mallory."
"I take it that the female Alpha hasn't killed her then?" Damien asks curiously
"Not yet. Though there is still a good chance."
Damien sighs "Did she apologise like I told her?"
"From what I understand, she said something like an apology would be worthless."
"Mallory!" He mutters to himself.
He comes to a stop and I notice how his nostrils flare. His eyes dart about. I assume he is looking for Mallory and was just about to tell him where she was when I realise he is staring at my sister.
Raven is carrying something in her arms and drops them when she realises she is being watched. Quickly turning on her heel, she marches in the opposite direction with some speed.
"Wolf, right?" Damien murmurs
"Yes, that's Raven, my sister. She's not the greatest fan of you guys."
"Who is!" He shrugs his shoulders at me
"There are only four Lycans here. My mate, Jess, Mallory and now you. Raven is good friends with my mate. And she likes Jess too, but every other Lycan she has met has been a royal pain in the ass. Everyone else here is a Wolf." "Right." His dark eyes still scan the area as we walk towards the house I had set Mallory up in.
Before Damien has a chance to knock on the door. Mallory throws it open, flinging herself at him. "I'm so glad you are alive! But it was a mistake coming here. Now you are here, we can leave."
"I haven't met the female Alpha yet." Damien mutters, putting her back on her feet. He looks at me, waiting for me to respond.
"She is resting right now."
"I see. Maybe a tour then?" He asks hopefully and I see Mallory frown
"Are you up to something? Because I haven't got the time nor the fucking patience for that right now." I warn him.
Damien smiles at me.
"If I were, I would have taken out those two guards that were keeping me at the front, waiting for you. In fact I probably could have taken most of your people out in the time you were fucking your mate. Because that can be the only possible reason you have for keeping me waiting for so long. Right?" "Damien!" Mallory snaps at him.
"You can't speak to him like that. He is the pack leader."
Damien glances at Mallory and reluctantly, he apologises for the way he spoke to me. "Packs are not how I learned to be a Lycan. We didn't have a hierarchy."
"You didn't, but it sounds like you were the one in charge." I mutter. He had taken control over everything in the short time we were with them.
"I guess so."
"Why do you want to meet Neah?" I push as Mallory retreats into the house
"You said it yourself, Dane. She is a female Lycan Alpha. The last one. She needs as much protection as she can get."
"She has the pack."
"Yes, but they are not Lycans." Damien frowns
What he is trying to say, hits me. "The Rogues are alive, aren't they?"
"One got away."
"We can take it out." I mutter, I wasn't afraid of any beast.
"You have fought against Lycans, correct?" Damien asks
"Yes."
"But you haven't battled Rogues. They are darker and far more dangerous than those who shift between human and beast. They don't fight to win a battle, they fight for fun. They won't just rip throats out or kill, they will tear apart an entire body, dragging the bones and organs from the flesh while the prey is still alive. Feasting on them as they beg for death."
"How did you kill them?"
"Luck, but I've been studying them for years. I've provided them with food. They don't care for Wolves or other Lycans. They don't care for a chain of command. The thing they care about most is a full stomach."
"You killed them in their sleep?"
"I did what needed to be done."