Chapter 28
Kieran led the group onto the dance floor to a spot near the guy Fionn wanted.
Backing up to Logan, he began to grind his ass against his mate’s groin in time to the music.
Grinning as he felt Logan’s cock grow, Kieran intensified his actions until he heard his mate groaning; then he felt Logan grab his hips in an effort to control them.
Laughing at Logan’s futile attempt to stop his ass from shaking, Kieran raised his arm behind him and wrapped it around his mate’s neck.
Leaning down so Kieran could hear him, Logan said, “If you don’t stop, I swear I will take you someplace and fuck you silly.”
Beaming, Kieran replied, “Oh, macushla, that sounds perfect.”
Growling, Logan said, “You’re incorrigible!”
“I know,” Kieran said, twitching his shoulders to make his top sparkle.
“Everyone’s looking at you,” Logan’s voice rumbled.
“Nope, sorry, they’re looking at my gorgeous mate, wondering how it would feel to either fuck or be fucked by you…
fantastic, just in case anyone asks…or how it would feel to sink their cock into the hottest and sexiest man here,” Kieran said sassily.
“Oh look at Fionn! He’s the filling in a muscle sandwich. ”
“Holy shit! How did he do that?”
“By being hot, sexy and fresh meat,” Kieran said, turning around to face his mate and grinding his cock against Logan’s cock.
“Fuck! Gods, I’m glad he’s surrounded by enforcers. Oh shit, they’re taking him into the back room.” Logan nodded at Groose, one of the enforcers, to follow Fionn, happy to see three more enforcers go with him.
“Oh, my gods!” squealed Kieran. “He’s going to get some action.”
Bemused at what the two men wanted, Fionn followed them through the black curtain, down a hallway until they reached another room.
Pushing him up against the wall, one man unsnapped his jeans while the other called out to someone in the hallway.
Suddenly, Fionn sensed a dragon and panicked.
As far as he knew there weren’t any dragons in Scotland except himself, since his father was forbidden to be in the same country where he was.
Pushing at the man who was holding him against the wall was futile. “Let me go,” he cried, struggling to escape the iron hands gripping his body. “I mean it, man, I changed my mind. Let me go!”
“I don’t think so,” the man growled in his face. “Someone wants to meet you.” The second man came back and grabbed his hands, twisting them behind his back.
Groose burst in with his men and, within seconds, Fionn was freed and the two men were out cold on the floor. “C’mon. We need to leave now,” he said to Fionn. Then he and his men surrounded the young dragon as they escorted him out to the dance floor and over to Logan.
“Kieran!” cried Fionn, rushing up to him. “There’s a dragon nearby!”
“What?” asked Logan, looking at Groose as Kieran hugged Fionn.
“I don’t know about that, sir, but the men who were with him were definitely up to no good.”
“Time to call it a night,” said Logan. “Gather up your men and meet me back at the booth.” Tapping Theo and Norman’s shoulders, Logan indicated they were leaving and to follow him.
Once they wove their way through the throng and reached the VIP booth, Logan said to Colton, “There was an incident with Fionn so it’s time to leave. ”
“Okay,” answered Colton, “Ian and I were ready to leave anyway. Is Fionn all right?”
“Yeah, but the sooner we get back to the hotel, the better it’ll be,” Logan said. Then turning to Groose, he asked, “Where are the men who were with Fionn?”
“We left them on the floor, unconscious,” answered Groose.
“See if they have any identification on them,” ordered Logan.
Nodding, Groose relayed the order to the three men who had accompanied him back there. Then he turned to speak to the club’s security chief.
While Groose was relaying what had happened to Fionn, Logan sent off a text to Steel, telling him what happened.
Within minutes, the club was swarming with security and Logan found his group barricaded by a wall of men, standing shoulder to shoulder, keeping everyone twenty feet away.
The manager slipped through and walked up to Logan.
“Sir, I’m sorry to hear one of your party was attacked.
Rest assured, we’ll find those men and take care of them. ”
Just then, Groose’s men returned; the men were gone and no traces of them could be found. Logan looked at the manager and asked, “Do you have cameras?"
“Yes, sir. There isn’t any part of the club not covered.”
“Good, make a copy of the video and send it to me and Steel.”
“Certainly, sir. If you are ready to leave, I have transportation waiting out back.”
Nodding, he pulled Kieran tight to him, and placed Fionn between two of the biggest enforcers with Theo and Norm behind them and Ian and Colton bringing up the rear. Then he growled, “Let’s go.”
Kieran knew it was serious—after all, someone tried to hurt his friend—but he couldn’t help giggling at the sight they made, surrounded by enforcers who were surrounded by security men, so big and so wide, he doubted anyone could even see Fionn.
Slowly they made their way through the club to the back door.
The manager did a series of knocks and waited until he got answering ones before he opened the door.
Stepping out first, he checked the area, satisfied to see his men standing at the alley’s entrance, barring access to it.
Then, gesturing for Logan to step forward, it took only minutes to have everyone loaded into three identical cars that were waiting.
Thanking the manager for his help, Logan turned to Groose. “You know what you have to do.”
“Yes, sir.”
Once inside his car, Logan hit a button to raise a bullet-proof glass partition between the front seat and the passenger compartment, then pressed another button to turn all the windows opaque.
Speaking through the intercom to Groose, who was driving he said, “Okay, let’s go.
” Then he lifted Kieran onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around him as the blacked-out cars pulled out of the alley.
The drive back to the hotel was a swift and well-coordinated affair.
Anyone attempting to follow them would quickly become confused as Groose and the other drivers played a shell game, continually changing their positions and distances from each other as they drove through the city streets.
Finally, Groose pulled up to an underground private entrance at the hotel, followed by the other cars.
After other enforcers secured the area, Groose got out, opened the back passenger door and said to Logan, “Sir, if you go through that door, you’ll find the private elevator that will take you to your floor.
My men have searched your suites and found nothing. ”
“Thank you, Groose,” said Logan. “Let’s get together in the morning and we’ll go over the security video.”
“No problem. Call me if something comes up tonight.”
“Will do,” Logan said, as he ushered his group into the hotel. Once they reached their floor, Logan looked at Colton. “See you tomorrow after breakfast and I’ll bring you up to speed.”
“Great. We’ll see you then,” Colton said. “Make it a late breakfast if you don’t mind. Ian and I are sleeping in.”
“I think that’s a good idea for all of us,” Logan said. “Fionn, do you want to stay with Theo and Norm or do you want to sleep in our suite?”
“I’ll stay with them,” Fionn said.
“Okay, then, see everyone in the morning,” he said, taking Kieran’s hand and leading him to their suite as the others headed to their rooms.
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Slate stood looking at Dakota as he stripped for their run. Not sure what to expect after his mother’s cryptic comment about other abilities given to them, he was curious to see if there were any changes in each of their wolves.
“I’m waiting,” Dakota said, now naked, standing in front of his mate. “Are you planning to undress anytime soon?”
“Sorry, babe, I was thinking about what my mother said about going for a run and was wondering what we’re going to see when we change.”
Smirking, Dakota said, “There’s only one way to find out. C’mon, I’m eager too.”
Quickly shedding his clothes, Slate glanced at Dakota, then called to his wolf and the sounds of shifting echoed through the trees, silencing the forest for a few seconds.
Gasping, Dakota exclaimed, “Holy fuck, babe, look at you!”
Slate looked down at his paws and saw what his mate was referring to. Holding up his paw, he was now staring at white fur. Startled, Slate’s wolf turned his head, trying to get a glimpse of the rest of him when he felt Dakota’s hand on his head, stroking his fur.
“Babe, you are totally white…white as snow…and absolutely beautiful,” Dakota said, in a quiet voice as he hugged his mate’s wolf.
Laughing softly as he felt Slate’s wolf nudging him, demanding he shift, Dakota stood, called forth his wolf and when his shift was finished, his wolf proudly stood, gleaming in the sunshine.
Holy shit, babe! Your fur is pure black! How fucking wild is that? I have your color and you have mine!
This is freaking weird! Do you feel me inside you?
Yes. What about you? Am I inside you?
Yup. Do you feel something else?
Like our wolves are controlled by both of us?
Yes! So you feel it, too. This is so weird. I don’t think we can actually control them, but I’m aware of every decision your wolf makes…like right now!
Giving a toothy grin, Slate’s wolf bounded across the clearing and ran up the mountain path with Dakota’s close behind.
Not familiar with the land, Slate picked paths at random, crisscrossing several mountains until he happened upon a clearing near a mountain stream that had clear, cold water tumbling over the half-buried rocks in it.
Plopping down on the bank after lapping up some water, he watched as Dakota’s wolf drank from it before lying down next to him.
Slate gazed at his mate, relishing the closeness of Dakota’s wolf—then in a show of affection, his wolf nibbled the face of his mate’s wolf.
When he heard his mate begin to whine with excitement, he began grooming Dakota’s wolf, licking and removing leaves, twigs and other debris with his teeth until his mate’s fur was glistening in the shafts of sunlight breaking through the overhead tree canopy.
Standing up, Slate’s wolf moved into position, eager to finally mate with his counterpart.
Growling, Dakota’s wolf lifted his hindquarters in the air, curling his tail to the side, signaling he was ready to be fucked.
Raising his head, Slate’s wolf howled—a howl of love and warning—telling one and all of his claim.
Then, mounting his mate, Slate’s wolf cemented his bond; they were now connected—man and wolf—with one life force, always to be one forever and ever.
Dakota’s wolf felt his mate’s cock swell within him, causing his wolf to whimper as it anticipated Slate’s orgasm that would fill him up and ignite his own.
Unable to suppress his excitement as Slate’s wolf possessed him, Dakota’s wolf lifted his head and issued a howl of joy and love for the mate he never wanted but now needed as much as he needed air to breathe.
Dakota’s wolf’s orgasm sparked Slate’s to respond in kind, shooting his seed deep into his mate’s wolf triggering body spasms that consumed them both.
After they subsided, Slate’s wolf lowered his body, his cock slipping from Dakota’s as he twisted so he and his mate could rest together.
Resting his head on Dakota’s neck, the two wolves fell asleep as their wolves’ spirits cavorted about in the air above them.
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Fionn sat on his bed, worrying his lower lip, waiting for everyone to fall asleep.
Luckily, Theo and Norm didn’t want to stay up tonight, chatting with him as they’d done the last few nights, and he had no objections to their heading to bed.
Now, it was merely a matter of time until he could leave which would confuse the dragon he sensed when he was in the club.
He didn’t know what the men who’d been dancing with him had planned, but when he sensed the dragon, panic set in and he wanted to get away from them as fast as possible.
Had it not been for the enforcers who rushed to his rescue, Fionn suspected the men intended to kidnap him and force him to reveal where his hoard was.
There was no doubt in his mind that his father was behind tonight’s attempt and that the dragon he sensed had been hired to move his hoard once the men had forced him to talk.
The incident told Fionn his father had figured out his hoard had been moved.
And if he wasn’t mistaken, that sonofabitch had somehow found the other places his mother had shown Fionn, but after finding nothing in any of them was now desperate.
Checking the bedside clock, Fionn saw it was well past two; everyone would now be asleep.
Rising, he summoned the portal, and instantly found himself a half a world away, deep in a mountain with his hoard.
The plan to leave Scotland came to him as they drove back from the hotel; he knew the dragon he sensed was also sensing him.
He snorted at the thought of what his father would say when the dragon told him Fionn was no longer in Scotland.
He planned to stay here all night, before returning to the hotel in the morning, hoping once the dragon could no longer sense him, it would give up and leave.
The tension drained from his body as he drew strength from caressing priceless artifacts, money and jewels—sleep was now calling to him.
Wiggling around on a pile of gold coins, he hollowed out a spot where he could lie down.
As he drifted off, he realized that for the first time since his mother died, he felt safe and secure.