Chapter 8 #3
His anger sputtered out as his dominant need escalated.
Her immediate submission defused his irritation faster than hours of debate.
Heather felt the change in his attitude, no longer needing to guess how he was reacting to her actions.
Dominating her was cathartic. Humbling his enemy would help him heal.
He thrust well into her throat a few more times then pulled out. “Stand up and offer me that sweet little ass. I’m feeling greedy tonight.”
With his help, she climbed to her feet and turned around.
Knowing that submission was the key to his satisfaction, she immediately bent over and parted her bottom cheeks.
She was still slick with lube and Gabriel’s cum so his entry was painless.
He drove his entire length into her ass and immediately started fucking her.
Gabriel exited the shower and grinned at the sight awaiting him. “You started round two without me.”
“She has a wonderful mouth,” Patrick suggested. “Or I’ll pull out momentarily so you can get to her pussy.”
Heather both loved and hated it when they objectified her like this. “Do I get a say in any of—”
“No!” her mates answered together.
Gabriel pulled up her head and slid his cock into her mouth. “Head back, love,” he urged. “Take it all.”
She tilted her head back and offered Gabriel her throat. He slid all the way in with his next thrust. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the pleasure. This was less physically demanding than double penetration, but the result was nearly as intense.
Their emotions surged into her mind with each thrust of their strong hips. It was harder to tell who was feeling what because all of the emotions were heightened.
“I love you,” Patrick admitted suddenly. “I fucking love you.”
Had he meant to say, ‘I love fucking you’? Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she tightened her bottom around his cock.
“I think I’ve always loved you,” Patrick clarified. “I meant what I said.”
She couldn’t speak with Gabriel in her mouth, and she wasn’t sure if they would hear her thoughts. Still, she had to try. I love you too. I love both of you and have for some time now.
“Are we really going to do this while we’re fucking?” Amusement made Gabriel’s tone brighter than usual, but he didn’t pull out of her mouth. “I love you, Heather, and have since the moment we met.”
‘Round two’ ended as abruptly as it began.
Patrick thrust deep into her bottom and released his seed with a groan of satisfaction.
Gabriel followed him over, spilling his seed down her throat.
A quick rub from Gabriel’s fingertips triggered Heather’s release and her knees buckled beneath her.
Patrick’s arm around her waist kept her from landing on the floor, but her sudden descent separated their bodies.
“Now, it’s our turn to shower,” Patrick said as he guided her across the room.
“I’ll grab drinks and warm up the bed,” Gabriel told them as he left the bathroom.
The following morning Gabriel rose early and ate a hearty breakfast. The flight to the feline village was arduous and partial shifts burned through a ridiculous number of calories.
Even so, he chose not to transform completely.
He kissed Heather goodbye, waved to Patrick, and then headed over to his brother’s cabin.
Raphael was in the front yard, bundled up and ready to depart.
“Did you get any sleep last night?” Raphael asked as he casually manifested wings.
“Not much. This could be one of the most important decisions we ever make and I’m still not sure what to do.
” They took off together and Gabriel switched to telepathic communication for the rest of their conversation.
One of the databases I managed to salvage from the ships was the archive of a popular news feed.
I found numerous articles about prison reform and Natalie’s name was in most of them.
Raphael looked at him as they soared through the sky. The wind whipped his hair around his face, but his orange eyes communicated curiosity. Learn anything interesting?
Her job is real, but that doesn’t mean her motivations are pure. I can’t help wondering what she gets out of all of this.
Raphael nodded and they lapsed into contemplative silence.
They arrived a few minutes later and one of the guards escorted them to the lodge, the social center of the feline village. Zion had an office on the upper level of the A-framed building.
“Are you ready for this?” Raphael glanced back at Gabriel as they climbed the twisting staircase.
“Not even close,” Gabriel muttered just loud enough for his brother to hear.
Gabriel’s conflict with Zion was old and bitter. The broken alliance was just the most recent chapter. Gabriel knew Zion hadn’t chosen his role during their captivity, but it still abraded that he’d hunted his own.
Zion sat at the head of a rustic table. Kane and Diego, two of his guardians, sat on either side of the pride leader. The guardians were large and muscular, but Zion was massive. Piercing golden eyes dominated his rugged features as he waited for the raptor shifters to take their seats.
“I’m only mildly interested in this conversation, so get to the point,” Zion said gruffly.
“Earth made contact with us last night,” Raphael told him. “They sent a female named Natalie Morgan.”
“That prison reform bitch?” Diego flared. He was obviously not a fan.
“You know her?” Gabriel asked. If the cats could confirm the validity of her claims or reveal a hidden agenda, this decision would be much easier to make.
“I know of her,” Diego explained. “Two of my brothers worked for Corrections. One was a guard, the other a warden. Natalie Morgan is a bit too touchy-feely for me, but she’s dedicated to the cause.”
“Can you expound on that?” Raphael prompted. “We had never heard of her before.”
“She’s on a mission to change how prisons operate,” Diego told them. “She thinks the current system needs to be abandoned. She insists that it never worked and it never will.”
“So, what’s her alternative?” Zion asked his lieutenant.
“She has proposed all sorts of things,” Diego responded. “If she’s here, I presume it has something to do with exiling criminals rather than keeping them on Earth.”
Kane shook his head as his features twisted with displeasure. “That’s not even a new idea. Countries have been exiling prisoners for centuries. Look at colonial America or Botany Bay in Australia.”
“What does any of this have to do with us?” Zion wanted to know.
“She’s behind the spy bots I warned you about,” Raphael announced. “As you guessed, the company or companies she represents are thinking of patterning a group of prisons after Rydaria.”
“Three of the prisons are scheduled to be built on Rydaria and I don’t think there is any way we can stop it,” Gabriel warned.
“It’s a big planet.” Zion rested his forearms on the table and fisted his hands. “Why should I care if there is a prison thousands of miles from here? I presume the inmates are not going to be given shuttles. Even your skimmers can only travel a hundred miles before recharging.”
“True,” Gabriel allowed. “But the idea is still unsettling.”
“You said they’re doing this with or without our cooperation,” Zion reminded. “Why approach us at all? Why not just build the prisons? With our current limitations, it’s likely we never would have realized anything had changed.”
“Natalie has fifty-eight females with her and promises to bring many more if we…” Raphael paused as if to search for the least provoking way of labeling the arrangement.
“If we agree to ignore the spy bots and to provide information on the development of our villages, we can count on a steady influx of females.”
“My brother has clearly decided to support the proposal,” Gabriel commented, shooting Raphael a sidelong glance. “I’m still undecided. The females are criminals. Natalie claims they are all nonviolent, but we have no way of confirming that.”
“I can control any female,” Zion claimed. “So can most of my cats.”
“I have no doubt that’s true, but I also worry that Natalie will make other demands,” Gabriel cautioned.
“So, we tell her no.” Zion waved away the concern. “We’re still sixty females ahead.”
“You would only receive twenty of the females,” Gabriel warned. “Natalie intends to divide them equally between the villages.”
Zion growled low in his throat, the sound easily identified with his lion. “Unacceptable. Wolves do not deserve females. The fucking wolves are out of control.”
“That is one of the things Natalie is trying to fix with this agreement,” Raphael told him. “The wolves only get their females if they agree to stop raiding.”
“The wolves will never stop raiding,” Kane stressed. “Is Natalie going to stay here indefinitely to make sure they play by her rules?”
“This is the sort of shit she proposed back on Earth,” Diego grumbled. “She’s so focused on bettering the lives of inmates that she forgets to protect the general public.”
“And what about their victims,” Kane added. “Criminals are locked up so they don’t hurt anyone else. People like Natalie like to forget that basic fact.”
Zion stroked his jaw as he looked at Gabriel. “How the fuck do you pattern a prison after our villages? Most of us are military men. We’re used to a strict power structure and operating as a team. Criminals don’t play well with others. Does she expect them to—”
A shrill alarm cut off Zion’s question. The brothers looked around in confusion, but the cats sprang into action running for the door.
“The perimeter has been breached,” Kane tossed the explanation over his shoulder as he reached the hallway.
Gabriel stood and ran for the stairs, Raphael on his heels. “It has to be the wolves again. No one else has a reason to attack.”