Chapter 25 #2
“This is mine,” he says, staring between my legs. And finally, he takes a long, sensual lick.
“Yeah, baby,” I groan and drive my fingers through his short hair, holding onto his head.
He repeats the motion and then his mouth latches onto my clit and he takes a pull, which has the effect of making me cry out, let go of his head, and fist the bedding.
“Don’t stop,” I demand.
He stops.
“Baby!” I snap.
He smirks. “Say please.”
My eyes narrow.
Looking amused, he sticks two fingers in and crooks them forward once again, which has the magical effect of turning me into a simpering, pleading mess.
“Please, Jared. Please do it some more.”
“Why?”
Why? Why? “So I can come!”
“I’m the only one who gets to make you come,” he tells me.
And the supreme possessiveness is stoking the fire in me, making it burn even hotter.
“From now on,” he adds. “All mine.”
I bite my lip and let it wash through me for a few seconds before I shrug. “Except last night I had to make myself come.”
He cocks one eyebrow, looking like he wants to punish me for it.
“Damn, baby. I woulda liked to watch. Touch yourself now.”
I shake my head. “No. It wasn’t the same. I want you.”
He looks more than pleased with himself.
“Ask nice.”
“Please make me come, Jared.”
“It’d be my pleasure to give you pleasure, my beautiful mate,” he says and my heart and body both soar as he buries his tongue in me, sucking hard while one of his hands glides up my belly, over my ribcage, and begins kneading a breast, paying perfect attention to my sensitive nipple.
I come, gloriously, falling apart under him, and before I’m done, he’s slamming that beautiful cock inside, powerfully thrusting again and again with a look of possession and ownership in his eyes.
Yes! This feels so good. So, fucking good.
He groans as he knots and we both cry out as I’m taken to dizzying heights of delectable sensation.
***
After a little nap snuggled up together, we have another round.
And this time, Jared strokes himself while he watches me touch myself.
And this goes on until my legs are beginning to shake and I’m just about ready to crest over that peak.
That’s when he takes over, using the head of his cock in delicious circles to finish me off, slamming deep just as I moan out my pleasure.
The mask, the taser, and the stun gun are ever-present, but he really seems to have turned a corner. It feels amazing to know we’re in this together. Whatever comes, good or bad – it’ll be us. Even if that mask and those weapons have to always be in the same room as us.
27
JARED
Two vehicles follow us to the village. One: Grey with Tyson and the other: Cicely’s father. My mate directs me to the clinic and there are more vehicles in the small parking lot than I’m comfortable with.
The rest of the council, minus Jase, are inside. Same with most of the coven, including the blonde sister who introduces herself as Dani.
Mitch Blakely and Cat Savage approach, outfitted with the same utility belt setup as Linc and Joel. Stun gun and taser. Grey, Mase, Riley, and Tyson don’t wear those.
“Multiple folks ready to take me down. This is good. Didn’t expect this big of an audience,” I say.
“Just most of the coven and council,” Linc says, reaching to shake my hand. “You good?”
I shake his hand. I’m not a fan of being near this many bodies in a confined space and even less thrilled that Linc and Joel are here near my mate, but the irritation is a little less than it was last time I saw Linc.
Maybe it’s because of how connected I feel to Cicely now, I don’t know, I just wish I carried a scent so I could bathe her in it, make her smell like me, make sure everyone who gets within twenty feet of her knows she’s taken, knows she’s mine.
“And me,” Cicely’s father says from behind me. “Figure this out, Mitch, so I can go home and sleep beside my mate.”
“You can sleep beside Kathleen now, Dad,” Cicely mutters, kissing his cheek.
“She refuses to sleep in the car,” Lorenzo responds miserably.
“You don’t need to sleep in the car,” Cicely mutters, rolling her eyes.
“You can borrow my and Stan’s camper, Lor,” Cat Savage offers. “Just a little one but it’s yours any time.”
“Appreciate it, Cat,” Lorenzo says.
“Aye. My missus can relate, Lor,” Mitch says. “She insisted on making the trip with me this time. I’ve spent so much time here as of late I was able to get her over for nothing, had so many air travel points.”
Cat laughs. “I’m happy to have you both. And I’d like to keep you both here.”
Mitch laughs jovially, reaching to shake my hand. He says, “I want you to know I’ve not shared anything about you to the Supernatural Council Collective.”
I’m glad he doesn’t seem to be holding the fact I refused to come to him against me.
He goes on. “I’ve been digging, and they’ll see that if they take a look.
All council members have full access to one another’s internal logs for system searches, but I’m within my rights in my position to exercise discretion and my own judgement when it comes to supernaturals of the same category as myself.
So that’s what I’m doing. I’ve not broken any rules.
Now, the conundrum here is that if it’s deemed after my examination that your animal is a risk to the public, the onus would be on your alpha to handle that and either take responsibility for it or pass the torch to the SCC.
But as you’re a lone alpha with no pack, unfortunately that would fall on the SCC and I have to say, we–”
“He’s part of our pack,” Tyson cuts in. “Our council takes responsibility.”
The room goes silent. And it’s a relief Tyson spoke so quickly because I knew where it was headed and a shock of cold has already hit my veins.
I’m box-breathing now.
“I thought–” Mitch starts.
“As soon as he mated Cicely, he became one of ours,” Linc adds.
“Exactly,” Joel chimes in.
I exhale harder than I intend, letting it show.
Cicely leans into me, her arm wrapping around my waist. It helps.
Mitch looks around the room and seems like he’s assessing us all before he says, “As long as you folks understand you’re taking full responsibility.”
“We said we do,” Riley replies with irritation.
There’s obviously some bad blood remaining between him and Mitch.
“Good,” Mitch says and claps his hands. “Then let’s get started. Follow us, Jared. You can bring your mate, but the rest of these folks should stay in the waiting room. We’ll shut the door and alert you all if we need backup.”
“I’ll come in,” Tyson states.
“Anybody object to that?” Mitch asks.
I don’t. I get it. Mitch is in good shape, but it’d be good someone else with brawn stays close.
“Take my belt,” Joel offers, reaching for his waist.
“No need,” Ty states.
“Fuckin’ alphas,” Cicely mutters with an eyeroll.
Erica Savage giggles.
“I’ll be right here on the other side of the door,” Linc says.
And he and I catch one another’s eyes, and I give him what I hope is a meaningful look, hoping he knows how much his friendship means to me, how hard I’ll work to make sure nobody on this council regrets taking this on as their responsibility.
He jerks his chin up after Mitch passes him.
I need to make sure he knows.
“Be right there,” I say and tip my head in the opposite direction so Linc will step out with me. Cicely waits between Tyson and her father, who studies me with a cold expression.
Once we’re outside, I grab Linc’s left hand with my right and bump my shoulder with his.
“Thank you, Linc,” I say low. “Savin’ my ass yet again.
“Meant it,” he says, his voice gruff. “You’re part of the pack now. Part-time, full-time, whatever. Give you whatever space you need. This is home for you two. Yeah?”
“Appreciated,” I manage, my voice a little choked up. “Thank you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure nobody regrets stepping up for me with him. Because we both know he’s gonna deem my wolf a danger to the public.”
“We’ve got you. The coven hasn’t given up, either.
They’re working on a spell that’d isolate your wolf when it needs to run in the woods, so you won’t have to go far, just wear a spelled dendritic opal that’ll open the portal for you.
They’ve used this spell before, and it worked for two-hundred years.
They’re working on a concoction too to help isolate you in either form if you need to do it urgently, similar to that shield Grey’s dead brother-in-law used.
They’re seeing if they can modify it to leverage a cloak as well.
That one’s a work-in-progress, though.” He laughs.
“Rye’s mate had a small fire in the house yesterday.
He put it out before any real damage but we’re all riding her about it.
Might take a minute to figure it all out but the girls are on it and Grey’s enjoying every minute as he’s learnin’ while they do their thing. ”
The sensation running through me right now is foreign. I haven’t had a pack in so fucking long, never a functional pack like this one. But I’m feeling like I’m part of it. And it feels right. It feels really fucking good, too.
“I… appreciate everything,” I manage.
Fuck, I hope they don’t regret this.
“Our pleasure, brother,” Linc says with a shrug. “Not totally selfless either. Your skills are handy to have in our back pocket.”
“You woulda had them anyway,” I tell him.
“Knew that. You’ve shown it more than once. Go back in? Get past this?” He claps my back.
“Yup,” I say and take a couple deep breaths as we make our way back inside.
Once in the waiting room, I make what I hope is meaningful and appreciative eye contact with each of the present council members as well as the witches.
“Thanks to all of you,” I say. “For all your help.”
“Our pleasure,” Mason says.
“Anything we can do,” Erica Savage adds.
“Except burning the house down. I draw the line,” Riley quips.
Erica rolls her eyes. Her sisters laugh.
The last set of eyes mine hit belong to my mate’s father.