by Shelby Lynn
Garrett was pleading to be fuck ed by him, when Haven decided he was finally ready to take his big cock. Pushing his mate 's legs up, he positioned himself at his entrance and bent over and kissed him passionately.
Haven slowly worked past the first ring, looking into his mate's eyes to make sure there was no discomfort. There was only pleasure in Garrett's eyes as he started to slide deeper within the body of his mate. Haven was a large man, and wasn't sure his mate could take all of him the first time, so he pushed slowly in and out, getting him used to his girth.
Haven knew the exact moment his cock hit Garrett's prostate, because he howled into his mouth at that exact moment.
With each downward stroke, he got a little closer to heaven on earth. As Garrett moved his legs to encircle Haven's waist, he took him all in, which was a feat in itself.
All Haven could do was thrust repeatedly, as the pleasure blasted through him, and with the release of his seed in Garrett's channel, Haven once again bit into his mate's shoulder. Within seconds, Garrett bit into Haven's too, which caused the release of Haven's mating knot, as it attached to Garrett's sweet spot, and the little man collapsed from the extreme pleasure.
Haven held on to his adored mate for several minutes until the knot released and eased back up inside his body. Never in his life had he ever felt anything remotely close to being with his mate. Haven cuddled his mate to his side, knowing they would have to get up and hit the shower. They had a conference call to be at this morning; they were meeting with the Council.
Haven knew there were two things that proved you were a true mate. It was the mating knot and the ability to communicate with each other without speaking. Already knowing they were true mate s, he closed his eyes and thought, "Baby, we have to get moving if we are gonna be on time."
"Haven, that was freaking amazing, I always have heard about mates and the knots, but nothing could have prepared me for the intense pleasure. Wait, your lips didn't move," Garrett said confused.
"I know, baby; we're very lucky. I have something that I need to talk over with you this morning before we shower. We can talk like this as true mates, so when we're in the meeting, if you want to talk with me, use this new talent. You try," Haven thought. "Alex has called the Elder Council for this area. Since we now have proof of the wrongdoing within your Pack and the complaint from Tyler on behalf of Colleen, the council agreed to take a vote and let us know this morning on a conference call at nine. So we're going to have to hit the shower very soon."
"Will I have to testify against the Alpha and leadership Haven?" Garrett thought. Haven laughed at the serious, scrunched up way his mate concentrated to try to talk with just his thoughts.
"I don't really know, Garrett. I guess we will have to wait on the Council's decision this morning. Try to relax your facial muscles, all you have to do is feel the connection and talk," Haven thought. "I won't lie to you. I do think you're speaking up would help tremendously, but that's going to be your decision. You lost so much and decisions were taken from you, never will I ever do that to you."
"Thank you, Haven, you have no idea what that means to me," Garrett said out loud and kissed Haven softly. The Alpha growled and kissed him back and then released his mouth reluctantly.
"Let's head to the shower, and sorry, it will have to be a quick wash. I will make it up to you later, I promise you, but if we don't get up now, we never will," Haven said.
"This kinda sucks, I wanted to stay in bed and cuddle, but if I have to," Garrett said with a huge sigh.
They quickly washed each other down, but their lovin' was nothing more than a passionate kiss. They dried each other off before they dressed in the borrowed clothes lying in the chair by the door. Bless the Packs "Mom" figure; she was an angel in disguise, Haven thought.
"Let's get this over with," Garrett said. He seriously was trying to be really tough against the fear Haven could see through his eyes.
As they walked down the hall towards the office, hand-in-hand, Haven whispered through his mind, "It will be ok."
"Thank you," Garrett whispered back into his, with a gentle squeeze of his hand.
Chapter 8
The door was already open in the office, so Haven tucked Garrett behind him and entered slowly to the sound of Alex 's voice as he signed on to the conference call to the Elder Council. They were the first ones to sign on, so Haven took a seat and pulled Garrett down to settle on his lap.
Within a couple of minutes, Councilman Jackson signed on, along with fourteen other shifters. Everyone seemed to glance around the room to see who was present in the call. Alex cleared his throat and began to talk.
"Thank you for meeting with us this morning, council," the older Alpha said firmly.
"We are glad to be of assistance," said Councilman Jackson. "We have reached a unanimous vote to go in and investigate the Cedarhill Pack for the Leadership 's wrong doings. With the evidence already put forward and Haven's m ate here in person, we know how dire the situation is over there." They would send out twenty enforcers from the council's Packs. The Councilman would make the calls personally today, and they should be able to have everyone there by the end of the week.
"I would like to ask your mate a few questions, Haven, if you're ok ay with that?" Councilman Jackson said.
"That decision is completely up to my mate," Haven said.
Haven ignored the shocked looks across the counsel table, in the Weir community most Alpha wolves answered for their mates in a discussion. That was especially true for an Omega mate, which his mate was. Haven had already talked to Garrett and confirmed it. Omegas were known to be very shy and timid normally, his mate was the odd ball of course, with his sassy attitude. Haven wasn't sure if the Council was ready for him, but he grinned when his mate straightened in his lap.
"As you wish, Haven," Councilman Jackson looked upon Haven with even more respect. "Omega Garrett, is it ok ay to ask you some questions about your former Alpha?"
"Yes, Councilman Jackson," Garrett replied primly and very distinctly.
"We have heard rumors for years that Alpha Cedarhill was mistreating his members, is this true?" the Councilman asked.
"The only members who have never been mistreated are the Cedarhill Pack Leadership. Violence is a way of life for my old Pack. With little more than the clothes on our backs, and food on the table, you are required to give sixty percent of your wages to the Cedarhill Pack Leadership. They are the definition of evil incarnate; they rape if it isn't given freely to all that they say. Many a mate has died over the years trying to stop this from happening," Garrett said and held up his head and looked at each of the Councilmen in the eyes. He dared them to try to deny his claims.
The shock was evident on the many faces before them, Haven's concluded, as Garrett told about the horrors that his Pack lived through. It was no wonder every soul was scared out of their minds within the Cedarhill Pack. The atrocities done against them would've likely killed a weaker Pack.
"Thank you for telling us, Omega Garrett, I know how hard that was for you to talk about. I can only imagine the horrors you have faced daily. I can still see the bruises that riddle your skin from here. You are truly a strong man to have survived through the horrors of that Pack leadership," Councilman Jackson said.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Haven whispered in his mind. He saw a tear fall down his pale cheek and didn't want to draw attention to it. Against his snow-white hair, it almost looked like a crystal in its releasing energy.
"With you holding me, I am safe," Garrett said for all to hear.
"Alpha Blackwood, we need to set up a War Room within your Pack house, will that be acceptable with you? Will there be enough lodging for all the enforcers heading your way?" One of the Councilmen said, obviously getting that the true mating had taken place.
"We have plenty of room here to make it happen. Are you going to come and run the mission, Councilman?" Alex said.
"I will have to sit this one out; my mate is about to deli
ver our cubs any day. I would like both you and Haven to take the point on this mission. Omega Garrett will be a huge help too when it comes to planning. We want it to be a surprise, so the innocent won't be put within the line of fire," Jackson said.
More comfortable than Garrett can ever remember being, as he sat in a room with two large Alpha males, he cuddled into his mate's chest as they started a strategy discussion. From the sounds of their conversations, they had both planned many such missions. Garrett knew they would eventually have to get information from him, but he was starting to get very tired. It wasn't long before he was drifting off to sleep within the warm arms of his man.
Garrett was drifting in a meadow far away, a place that he had visited quite often in his dreams. This was his safe place, where only one other ever came. In this place, he could fly away from his annoying friend whenever he wanted to be alone.
His massive wings flowing through the air to this place, he never could tell what he ultimately turned into as these dreams weave d within his mind. Today though, was different, he was searching for his friend in hopes that he might come to his call even though he was most likely awake. Garrett needed to know that Shannon wasn't hurt for being so foolish to release him then distracting the guard on duty.
Many times in the past, they had tried to keep each other safe, as well as the younger children whom they had in the Pack. Most of the couples hadn't had children in the last few years for fear of the child's safety. In most of the homes, there was barely enough for the adults to eat. Those homes with children were forced to take what the other members could give up. Even as poor as they were, the Pack still tried to take care of its own as much as possible.
Many a night Garrett went without to make sure one of the children was fed first. There was never enough food for a Pack of their size. Hunting and unsupervised runs were no longer allowed in the Cedarhill Pack.
Chapter 9
Damn, that little cock sucker managed to get away from his prison, he would personally kill the bastard who let that happen. He really had been looking forward to having some fun with him. The excitement from the beatings was starting to wear thin, and the cravings were becoming more and more unacceptable to him.
The more he watched Garrett, the more he wanted him. He was no 'cock lover'. Shit, what was happening to him ?
His life was good with all the money he could want, given to him by this worthless Pack of weaklings. The pleasure he got from pushing around these weaker wolves was getting very boring. He needed more excitement.
Alpha Cedarhill's Beta arrived to follow up with the investigation on Garrett's disappearance. "Alpha, I have questioned everyone who was around the prisoner's cell that morning, and no one saw a thing out of the ordinary."
"Well shit, that's no help at all, how is the tracker coming on finding him?" the Alpha demanded and slammed his beefy hand down on the desk.
"I told Trent not to return until he had Garrett in his hands, or a dead body, Alpha, and he hasn't returned," the Beta said evilly.
"Good, we should have some kind of an answer by nightfall then. I want this to be blasted from the roof tops. The punishment for disobeying will be death next time," the Alpha said and growled.
Alpha Cedarhill decided that setting an example would deter any of the other wolves from ever trying anything so foolish. He ruled with an iron fist, just as his father had beaten into him, never ever show weakness. He still had the many scars from lessons to prove it. It had been years since he killed the Son of a Bitch, but damned if it wasn't pride in his father's eyes he saw right before he dealt that killing blow. The taste of final victory over a sadistic fool of a father he had been born to was heady.
"Enforcer Jarrod, I will leave it to you to make sure the next guest that's left within the cell stays there, if not, you will pay for their mistakes personally," the Alpha jeered at the man in front of him.
"Understood, Alpha Cedarhill, I will not let you down," Jarrod said briskly, hating the Alpha. He would make sure when the bastard was killed, he would take his place. The asshole knew nothing of running a Pack, sure, the fear worked for a while, but the true way to make sure the Pack obeyed was going to be a pleasure to show.
As Jarrod went out to find his next victim, he hated being dressed down by the Alpha. It made his blood boil to have to stand there and take such insults. He should have been the true leader. Not an upstart who had to have a Witch turn him into some kind of freak.
His plans were coming along nicely; he had to say, since he could no longer win in a fair fight against the Alpha. The only thing he could do was wait until the Calvary arrived to help these worthless wolves. The only thing he really cared about anymore was a certain you ng man —he would not be taken f r o m him.
He had watched as Shannon released Garrett that night, knowing that he would bring back help for the Pack. It really was all that Jarrod could do to keep it all held inside a s he strutted around the Pack looking for Shannon, the man he was obsessed with.
Many of the families took off into their homes when they saw Jarrod coming—it made him excited to know he was the cause of their fear. Fear had always been an aphrodisiac to Jarrod, seeing it in their eyes.
Garrett's beatings had been the finest of any that Jarrod had ever preformed. Beating Garrett until he couldn't shift any longer, then using the whip to make it even more painful. Garrett often didn't make a sound, until he would pass out from the pain. This always delighted Jarrod to no end.
The only thing better would've been Shannon tied up to the bed in the Alpha House, in Jarrod's own special torture room. How many times Jarrod had imagined Shannon under him, spread eagle on the "fucking" chair, as Jarrod liked to call the contraption.
Those new sex toys were going to be so much more interesting, his own whips lined straight on the wall beside him, just waiting to touch the skin of his victim. Seeking only his pleasure as the whip would cut through the skin of his victim as they cried out in pain instead of pleasure.
Very soon, these fantasies would become reality, played out before his Pack's eyes. It wouldn't be much longer until the ball was once again in his court.
Then the man he wanted above all else would finally be his for the taking.
Chapter 10
The planning was in full swing when Garrett woke up from his peaceful nap in his mate's arms. Alex was on the phone securing sleeping arrangements for the incoming enforcers. Garrett heard very plainly in his mind, "Awake, baby?" He couldn't help the little chuckle that erupted at the thought. At twenty-three years old, he was far from a baby, even if that is young for one of their kind.
"I love when you call me baby. I t makes me feel a little horny, but you need a pet name too. I think maybe I will call you, 'the most beautiful man in the world ', shit too long, hmmmmm, okay I will shorten it to BMW, yep, that is your pet name," Garrett whispered into Haven's mind. He could really get used to this intimacy with his mate. He grinned when he heard a growl in his head.
To Garrett, this was the closest he had ever had to someone loving him. Garrett was already falling for his handsome mate. He just hoped that once Haven found out about the things Garrett could do, he would still want him. This was a constant worry for Garrett.
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Haven knew there was something bothering his mate, but forcing the issue would only scare him. Garrett needed to come to a decision himself to trust in his mate. I t almost killed Haven to watch him struggle against the things that were tearing his mate apart inside. Haven's hope was that once the Cedarhill Pack leadership died, Garrett would feel more secure with him.
"Garrett, we are going to need your help during the planning. You know the lay of the land better than anyone else, "
Haven said, wanting to draw his mate out of his thoughts and focus, then they could leave faster. Maybe they would get a chance to be alone before the shit hit the fan.
"Sure Haven, I will help anyway that I can. What is it you need to know exactly?" Garrett said warily.
"If you could draw us a map of the outline of the Pack community, circling the Cedarhill leadership houses within the community. Do they have a habit of doing the same things in a schedule of sorts? We need to be able to catch them with their pants down, so to speak. Is morning usually a time that they meet at Alpha Jacob's house?" Haven rattled off the questions he knew they needed.
"Actually, they generally do meet around ten in the morning at the Alpha's house, which is something they normally don't break from habit. It is the time most of the families let their children have a little fun. And isn't that sad, the only time for fun is in a few stolen moments every day?" Garrett said, and Haven could feel the flood of sadness coming through their link.
"I promise that will change Garrett, we will get your fellow Pack mates and friends out of this hell that has become their everyday life. No one should have to live in fear of just stepping outside of their homes," Haven said angrily. Garrett stared back at him with open amazement. He was actually standing up for him and his other Pack mates. Sure, he had said he would, but Garrett had heard that a lot and was happy his mate stuck to his word. They really needed time to get to know one another. Garrett wanted that closeness without fearing his mate would leave him.