by V Vee
“Bianchi,” Angelo said, foregoing the man’s title—either his pack or his human one—something he knew would annoy the man to know end. If he could get the man to get angry enough that he shot Angelo repeatedly, Angelo was sure that Howl would get free and protect their mates. “I ended our partnership for a number of reasons. Once you began to involve yourself with trafficking, I told you I wanted out, and not only that, I have a mate now, a family. I have to think of them,” he shook his head. “Not only that, I did my pack a disservice by exposing them to your practices and allowing them to be vulnerable to you.” He slashed his hand through the air. “No more.”
“Well, that’s really too bad, Alpha Marconi. I shall give my condolences to your pack after I kill you and take over,” Alpha Bianchi raised his arm and aimed his gun at Angelo’s head, but before he could get off a shot, a brown wolf leapt into the clearing and latched onto the man’s arm.
Angelo hissed as he felt the bullet slice through his shoulder. He heard Joi call his name, but he barely spared her a glance as he jumped forward, shifting into his wolf as he did so. Chaos reigned as Alpha Bianchi’s pack members all shifted and fought against Angelo and the brown wolf who’d come to his rescue. Angelo sniffed after ripping out the throats of one of Bianchi’s pack members. The stench of blood and death filling his nostrils for a moment, before it cleared.
Hendrix. The Numisius wolf had come to his aid?
Angelo didn’t have time to focus on that as the sound of a SUV backing up reached his ears. He lifted his head and noticed Alpha Bianchi and another pack member inside the vehicle attempting to get away. He made a move to stop them when he was attacked from the side by another wolf. He howled and whined in pain as the claws from the other shifter’s paws dug into his side. The bitch’s teeth clamping down on his hind leg.
Angelo roared and turned to snap at her. When her head exploded, blood splattering and matting his fur, Angelo whipped his head to the bottom step that led up to the house. Joi stood there, a determined expression on her face, her smoking rifle held up to her shoulder. Three shifters lay at her feet, giant holes in their heads. Talia stood up on the porch watching, her eyes wide and Angelo looked around for his brother. He found Howl fighting two wolves.
Angelo looked for Hendrix and saw the other wolf fighting off three wolves. Knowing he needed to help his brother and… future brother-in-law, Angelo jumped past one of the wolves Howl was fighting towards Hendrix, tearing out the wolf’s throat as he went. He heard the sound of another gunshot, and a window breaking and figured that Joi was shooting at an escaping Alpha Bianchi. He raced over to Hendrix and jumped on the back of one of the other wolves, bringing them down to the ground.
He clamped his jaws around the back of the wolf’s neck and shook his head back and forth, until he heard the satisfying crunch of the wolf’s neck and brain stem. Tossing the wolf aside, and spitting out the disgusting taste of his blood, Angelo turned to see that Hendrix had dispatched one of the wolves, and Howl had gotten rid of the one he was fighting, and now there was only one left. The wolf looked around and, no doubt realizing it was outnumbered, it slashed its claws across Hendrix’s face before it took off into the woods.
Angelo tossed back his head and howled in triumph, his brother and Hendrix following his lead.
He chuckled internally, however, when he heard his mate’s voice as she spoke to her friend Talia.
“I don’t know why they’re letting out a battle cry like they actually did something. I killed four of those fuckers by myself,” she scoffed.
Angelo turned and looked at her, desire and adrenaline surging through him. He shifted back into his human form and stalked her up the stairs. Joi held out a hand and shook her head.
“Angelo! No. We need to check on Talia and your brother. I’m sure Talia has questions,” she refused him.
Angelo shook his head. “Howl will explain it all to her. I need you comes animae,” he informed her.
“You’re covered in blood, brain, and fur!” Joi tried another tactic.
Angelo chuckled darkly and jumped up the four steps in a single leap, landing on the porch, in a crouched position.
“You’ll get used to it,” he told her. “Soon you’ll love the sight of me covered in blood because it means that I’ve protected our family, you, and our pack.”
Joi shook her head and continued backing away from him. She handed Talia her rifle, as she stepped over the threshold of her home. Their home. Their Caribbean abode.
“It will never happen wolf boy,” she told him.
Angelo smirked. “Wanna bet?” he asked her as he gave chase.
“Growl!” Joi giggled as she turned and ran.
This time when she ran, and he knew she did it with the excitement and anticipation of him capturing her and making her cum on his cock.
And he was happy to oblige her. She was after all, his queen, and her wish was his command.
Chapter 19
THE MORNING AFTER THE UNEXPECTED FIGHT, JOI WOKE UP WITH ANGELO’S ARMS WRAPPED TIGHTLY AROUND HER. It took her a minute to remember what had taken place the night before, but once she had, her body began to tremble. She’d been involved essentially in a paranormal battle. The only human among a large group of wolf shifters.
One of which got you pregnant, her subconscious reminded her.
It was a reality, or a possibility—because dear lord it was way too soon for that to be true, right—that she couldn’t even conceive of.
As her brain flooded with flashes of memories from the night before, the words said, the actions taken, her body stiffened. Angelo had been shot!
Joi popped up in bed quickly and twisted around to look down at her mate’s body. Angelo lay in repose, his dark hair tousled on top of his head, his muscles gleaming in the sunlight coming through the blinds on her windows. His surprisingly full lips were turned up slightly in a smile, and Joi had the irrepressible urge to curl her fingers in the dark hair on his chest.
My body is yours, koro spiritu anima, Angelo’s voice rang out loudly in her mind. Touch away.
Joi snorted a laugh, and yet, still sank her fingers deep into the chest hair that spread across her man’s broad, muscled torso. She traced the dark curls as they narrowed down the planes of his eight-pack, towards his semi-hard—and hardening—shaft. Without realizing it, Joi licked her lips in anticipation, wanting to taste Angelo in her mouth.
The growl rumbling up from Angelo’s chest had Joi’s eyes flying up to his face. He stared down at her, his eyes dark, nostrils flaring.
“Don’t simply think about it, love. Do it,” he taunted.
Joi quirked an eyebrow at his mocking tone, then swung her legs over his. Sliding down until she was certain that her naked ass was raised in the air, she gripped Angelo’s cock in her hand and leaned down to lick at the weeping slit. Hearing him hiss from above set her blood on fire and she dragged the tip of her tongue from his head down to the base of his dick. Angelo groaned a profanity, demanding that she take him into her mouth as she slid her tongue up and down the hardened length of his shaft. She ignored his commands, determined to drag out her torture of him until he was asking her, begging her, pleading with her for more. To have her mouth take him deep into her throat.
With that thought in mind, she moved further down until she reached his balls and sucked one, then the other into her mouth. She laved the skin with its short, bristled, black hairs, her skin tingling as Angelo cursed. His legs began to shift on the bedsheets, his hip lifting as he tried to shove his manhood into her mouth.
Joi gripped his cock in her hand tightly and finally, finally, poised her lips right over the tip.
“Please, baby,” Angelo begged. “Baby, please.”
Joi smirked at his words, lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, then sank her mouth down the column of his shaft, until her lips met the curly hairs of his groin.
“Fffuuuuuuccckkk,” Angelo groaned.
Joi lifted her mouth, allowing her saliva to f
low down and coat her mate’s dick. Using her hand, lips, and tongue in tandem, she drove Angelo crazy. Bobbing up and down, twisting her hand, licking, moaning, and gagging. For a while she allowed him to fuck her face, his hands buried in her hair, and just as hips sped up, signaling his oncoming release, she stopped.
Joi ignored his snarls and growls of protest, and instead rose up to sink down on his erection, which was steadily leaking pre-cum. She took him deep within her body, letting out a purr of pure pleasure. She shivered when she felt Angelo’s hands tighten on her waist, and she tilted her head back when he leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck me, mate,” she whispered, whimpering when Angelo bit first her left, then her right nipple, before lashing both of them with the tip of his tongue. She trembled when she felt his hand settle on the pooch of her stomach for a moment, before lowering to strum her swollen clit.
Joi bit her lower lip as pleasure, pain, desire, lust, need, yearning and… love all collided within her body. She opened her eyes and lowered her head.
“Make love to me, my Alpha.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Joi found herself flipped over onto her back, her legs widened and resting in the creases of Angelo’s elbows, and Angelo hammering away at her G-spot. She widened her mouth and let out a scream of desire. Of need. Of bliss. His name became a mantra. Something she couldn’t help but repeat over and over like a chant. A song. A melody.
A prayer.
“That’s right,” Angelo growled. “Say my name. Yell it. Scream it. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.”
Joi moved her head back and forth on the pillow, either denying Angelo’s directive or trying to hold back her impending orgasm, she wasn’t sure. But in any case, she failed as fire flooded her veins, and she opened her mouth on a momentarily silent scream.
When her voice returned, she was screaming out Angelo’s name. Begging him. Pleading with him. Praising him.
Her nails sank into the skin of his shoulders and his back, drawing blood. Something that only served to turn her mate on even more. Joi realized she could sense Angelo’s pleasure. Feel his exhilaration when she drew his blood with her nails. It was weird, hearing his chanting, his words, feeling his desire, his pleasure…
His love.
It magnified her own. Made her own orgasm so much sweeter. So much more explosive. So much more thrilling.
An hour later, as she lay in Angelo’s arms again, Joi realized that all her fears about being with Angelo, a billionaire, a gorgeous man, a wolf shifter, had disappeared. She smiled happily and allowed her eyes to close in slumber.
****
Perry: C’mon baby. You can’t still be mad at me. I know you’re missing me. Missing my mouth on that sweet little pussy. I know you’re missing this dick, plowing that sweet, tight cunt. Hit me up.
Angelo stared at the phone in his hand, his lip curling up in a snarl. He could hear Joi, Howl, Talia, and Hendrix loading up the various vehicles outside as they all prepared to leave for the airport. Things were tense between Howl and Talia and though Angelo could admit to a certain amount of curiosity as to what was going on between them, it was the message his mate had received from her ex that held most of his attention.
Joi had told him about the way and reason her relationship with her ex had ended, but apparently the stupid, human male hadn’t received the message. No matter. He would deliver it personally, himself.
And the man wouldn’t forget it.
****
She'd lied to her mate and now he was going to die.
Howl snarled and strode quickly in Talia’s direction where she stood outside of Joi’s home placing luggage into the car. Though he hadn’t said anything to Growl about what he’d learned regarding his new mate, Howl had absolutely no intention of letting her get away with her treachery and deceit.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, dragged her away from the vehicles and around Joi’s home, before he pushed Talia against the wall. Leaning down he snarled at her, his hand tightening around her neck, and jerked his head back when she snapped her teeth at him.
Good to know that time in her father’s clutches didn’t break her spirit, his wolf betrayed him by thinking. Howl shoved away the magnanimous thought and instead focused on the traitor he was bound to.
He lowered his free hand, trailing his fingers down over her tiny baby bulge, the one that had appeared only days after their first joining, to the apex of her thighs. He sniffed the air, growling as the aroma of her desire flooded the air. He pressed harder against her. Delighting in the evidence of her passion saturating his fingers and the sound of her choking from his grip on her throat.
He could kill her and fuck her all at the same time.
“If I could, I would rip my babies from your body, then turn you over to my brother and let him tear you apart,” he declared harshly, the roiling of his stomach and the ache in his chest called him a liar, however. No matter how angry he got with Talia over her previous actions. No matter how much shit he found himself mired in due to her betrayal. He wouldn’t let her go. He would never let anything happen to her.
He loved her. She was his mate. The mother of his unborn children.
She was his.
Releasing her, Howl stepped away and ran his fingers through his hair in agitation. The touch of her small, slender hands stroking his bare chest sent a shudder through his body. He couldn’t take it. Couldn’t bear it. So he gripped her hands with his own and tightened his grip.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “I don’t want you touching me.”
Talia stared at him. Her head tilted to the side, questioning his words. His sincerity. He should be insulted, yet instead he found her look... adorable.
You are so fucking whipped, he chastised himself internally.
“You don’t want my hands on you?” Talia asked.
Howl shook his head. “No.”
“What about my lips?” She stepped closer to him, pressing her mouth to his sternum, before dragging her tongue over to his nipple, biting down hard on the pebbled nub.
Howl hissed, then groaned, his hips jerking forward as lust exploded through his body.
He swallowed thickly and shook his head. “N-no.” He wanted to curse that she could bring him figuratively to his knees so quickly.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind when Talia swept a leg behind his knees, gripped his shoulders, and before he could blink, he found himself kneeling before her, a smirk on her lips. “If you don’t want my hands or my lips on you...” She lifted up the hem of the shirt dress she wore with a lascivious grin on her face. “Maybe you want another part of me touching you?”
Howl couldn’t speak, his erection so hard, so thick, it was causing him physical pain. He merely shook his head, then moaned as Talia lifted a leg over his shoulder. His mouth already watering as he prepared to feast.
“Liar,” Talia teased, her words cutting off on a groan as Howl gave into the need that assailed him.
His need for her taste. Her lust. Her moans. Her whimpers.
His need for her.
He could feel his children growing inside her. Could feel the thread binding them together. The tug that tried to stop him from leaving. That wanted him to stay. But he knew he couldn’t. Knew that if he did he’d regret it.
Because if Howl stayed, mate or not, pregnant or not, he would kill Talia for her betrayal.
Chapter 20
Angelo smiled at the picture on his desk. It was a photo he’d taken the day he and Joi had arrived back in New York from Barbados. Though the threat of Bianchi was still out there, the two of them had gone to meet up with her family, so he could be formally introduced as her “future husband.”
He snorted. Husband. Such a… flimsy, inadequate, and temporary word for what he was to her. He was her mate. The other half of her soul as she was for him. Though he was whole without her, he was not complete. Though he could be happy without her, he could no
t be content.
And though he could have an orgasm without her, he would not, could not, be satisfied.
She made him a better man. A better Alpha. A better brother. And one day soon, she would make him a better father.
He reached for his phone needing to talk to her, when his phone rang. Though he could use their mental link, with Joi being pregnant, she was sleeping a lot more. They’d discovered that his use of their mating, mental connection caused her to startle and thereby made her nauseous, short of breath, and caused her to cry.
And Angelo hated it when she cried.
It was imply easier for him to use the phone, and then only use their link in case of emergencies.
“Hello?” Joi’s husky, melodious voice flowed over hos nerve-endings through his ear as he sank into her tone.
“Hey baby,” he greeted her.
“Hi,” her voice was breathless, and Angelo grinned.
“You miss me?” he asked.
“Maybe,” she teased.
Angelo chuckled. “I miss you.”
“Oh, you do, do you?”
“Hell yeah, woman. I need to just put a desk for you right here in my office; so I always know where you are,” he told her.
Joi laughed. “Angelo! You’re being ridiculous! We would never get any work done if we worked together in the same office.”
He grunted. “I’d put in plenty of work if I had your fine ass here right now.”
Joi let out a giggle and Angelo felt the threads of their bond vibrate with her happiness and pleasure. That was all he wanted. For her to always be happy, for her to never be hurt, and to know he had some hand in making those things come to pass.