"Collin, what the hell are you doing here!" Victor growled low and deeply. He moved in front of her, semi blocking her from the other man’s view.
Collin’s eyes narrowed. He looked from Victor then back to her. He smiled and something about him made her feel uneasy. She caught the smell of many strange things from him, including lust and it made her stiffen. He was purposely eyeing her over from head to toe and she felt the tension growing in the room.
"I told you never to come back here. Now get out of my territory!" Victor snarled. His fangs were now visible.
"Now is that any way to greet your big brother?" Collin stated in a near snarl.
Victor moved and grabbed Collin by the shirt. The whole room fell silent as the brothers stared at one another. It felt as if the air could be cut with a knife, the tension was so high. Collin smiled.
“Fine, have it your way. I simply came to wish you and your Bitch all the best luck.”
“I don’t need your wishes or anything else. Now get the hell out of here.” Victor snapped and gave Collin a shove. The other man staggered a little, glared back at them and then straightened his suit.
“Well it’s nice to see you too. Don’t worry I know my way out!” Collin said.
Mica watched him leave and a chill ran down her spine. Her mate looked upset and did Mike.
“Troy, Sam and Allen, I want you to make sure he leaves. Escort him to the border of the territory.” Victor ordered three of his men.
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Victor turned down the narrow dirt road that led to the dock where the boat house was tied. Curled up beside him, with her head resting on his shoulder, Mica slept. Her breathing was soft and steady. It had been a busy two days. Tonight would be no less busy as he planned on showing her every imaginable delight he could think of.
As the lake came into view, he thought about how he wanted to make this place a home and worry filled him. He was not rich by any means. His job paid little better then minimum wage and now he’d need a home for her. A real home, not just a boathouse. The small, two bedroom place had been fine as a weekend bachelor pad for Mike and himself. Now it just wouldn't do.
Their parent's home back in the small community a half hours' drive from here was all right, but he’d planned on letting Mike have it. The place would be too small for the size of a family he wanted. Now that he had a she-wolf for a mate, he’d be expected to fill his home with young ones as soon as possible. Mica's bloodline would help to strengthen the dying population of werewolves in his pack. It was another reason he’d finally decided to go through with kidnapping her.
He killed the engine to the truck and felt his mate move. Mica stirred and slowly sat up. Her hair was a little messy from her nap. She smiled up at him shyly and blushed. "Was I snoring?” She asked sheepishly.
"No.” He told her as he pushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.
"We're here already?” She stated as she looked out the window where his high beams still cast light out over the lake.
"Yeah. Are you tired?” He asked her as he scented the air. She smelled so good.
"Not really."
"Good.” He replied as his lips greedily took hers and she kissed him back.
This is not how he’d expected things to go. He hadn’t counted on Mica to be this willing to be his mate. Now he felt bad for getting a veterinary assistant to implant the microchip tracking device in her. It was something they used for pets and his cousin had done it while Mica was still drugged. Victor had assumed she’d run. Not that he’d actually left her alone to test that she wouldn’t. As he sat beside her in the truck he honestly hoped she wouldn’t want to run from him.
The soft touch of her hand tracing the side of his face felt wonderful and he pulled her closer. His tongue broke through her lips to caress hers. With a soft moan into his mouth, Mica's hand descended to the ties on his pants and she undid them. She pulled his full length free and slowly ran her fingertips along him. The kiss intensified, his lips nearly crushed into hers as her hand stroked him. The smell of her desire got stronger and it fed his need.
Her delicate small hand grasped him and pumped slowly up and down. At first she seemed timid and careful. Her grip was barely there. But as his hips moved into her hand she gripped him a little tighter with each stroke. Mica moaned into his mouth as his hand cupped her breast. He felt her nipple puckered and hard beneath the gossamer fabric. When he pulled on the nub through the material of her gown, she groaned and pressed closer to his touch. Victor let his free hand move up under the dress until he found her hot moist lips between her legs. It surprised him how ready she was for him just from a few minutes of light petting.
He lightly rubbed her clit with his thumb and her body jerked slightly as his fingers barely pushed into her soft opening. As he did she swept her thumb over the head of him and it sent a shot of pleasure rushing through him and he groaned. Mica seemed to enjoy making his body react to her touch and she continued to tease him every few strokes. It caused his balls to feel very heavy.
He drove his fingers deep into her and she cried out. Mica tightened her grip on him with her hand. When he slowly withdrew them from her, she whimpered and moved her hips forward. He teased her opening again for a few moments before plunging deeper into her. The tension in his own body grew. Their tongues played in each others mouths, keeping in sync with the way their hands touched one another.
"You need to stop!” He breathed as the pressure in his balls threatened to explode. He didn't want to cum in her hand. He wanted to fill her womb full of his seed.
She quickened her pace and he gasped as he fought for control. The need nearly overwhelmed him as she pushed her lips greedily against him. Mica's own body clenched on his fingers as her climax seemed to loom over her as well. With more resolve than he knew he’d, he managed to pull her hand free from him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest at his mate’s defiance in not stopping. Her eyes flashed a hungry blue and the little vixen bit his lip.
The wolf in him responded to the act and grabbed her. He forced her to lie back on the bench seat of his old pickup. The frustration quickly built within him as he fought with the many layers of her gown to gain access to her body. Victor's claws grew as the wolf inside him became impatient for its mate. With a snarl he rendered the garment nearly into rags. He let his eyes scan over her and was pleased.
Her body was perfect with small mouth watering breasts that were dotted with perk erect nipples, a slender waist that lead to nice curvy hips. The silky flesh that felt so enticingly good on his fingers looked just as delectable as her lips. His eyes traveled further down to the short curly patch of hair between her legs which lead to her moist wet core that he’d full intention of filling full of his seed.
His mate’s face flushed red as his hands reached out to knead and squeeze her breasts. With a soft cry of delight she pushed her chest upward forcing her breasts into his hands harder. A smile crept over his lips as he pulled on her puckered nipples and then watched her face as he twisted just enough to make it sting a little.
Mica's eyes went wide and she gasped at his harder touch, he pulled on the small buds. He stretched them a bit before rolling them in his fingers. Her face winced a little, but she groaned ever so softly as he did it. She bit her own bottom lip as her hip moved to rub herself against his knee as he wedged it between her thighs. He cocked his head slightly and grinned as he slowly brought both his hands to her legs and spread them.
He saw Mica tense as he fisted his swollen shaft and guided it to sit just at the mouth of her warm wet sheath. Victor rubbed the swollen head of his erection over her. She squirmed under him trying to push him into her. His mate was full of need and the smell of her arousal filled his senses as he breathed in deeply, loving the smell of her. He saw the tremble of her body and knew she’d cum if he continued to tease her pussy like this.
The sudden blaring of his infernal pager went off and his body tensed. He reached to the dash and checked the nu
mber. Mike—which meant it was an emergency. Tossing the pager back onto the dash he growled as he grabbed his phone and called his brother. This is not what he wanted to be doing as he looked his lover over. But it was his duty. Even on this very special night, he was still Alpha.
There was a brawl. Four of his men had gone into town and started a fight with some locals. Now the Sheriff wanted to talk to him personally about it as all four were in jail. One of the men was Jenni's mate Jake, his cousin. He’d no other choice, he needed to go.
Chapter 6
Mica watched his eyes clear a bit as he talked to someone on the phone. It was short and to the point.
"I have to go. There was some trouble with the pack” He said as he hung the phone up. Victor moved so fast she didn't have time to react as he pinned her slender wrists in a one handed grip over her head
"Wh—" She began to say but her words died on her lip. Instead she moaned when he slowly slid into her. The heated flesh of her lover filled her and she felt her body tremble.
"Sorry sweetness, this is going to be fast and hard.” He said in a near guttural snarl as his hips beat into her. The tension in her body had already been wound tight. As he moved at a savage pace, the feeling grew in intensity.
"Oh Mica you're so hot and wet.” He growled into her ear. The need was being drawn from her as his erection pushed in and out of her.
The truck rocked violently along with Victor's movements. A heated rush ran up her spine as he twitched inside her. She arched her back against the steel wall of his chest as she felt the heavenly waves of her orgasm. Her moaning and gasping resounded in the cab. Moments later another wave of heated fluid flooded her as Victor spilled his seed into her while he roared her name.
He nipped her ear gently, working his tongue up over her jaw line towards her lips before he finally kissed her tenderly.
"I'll be late. You don't have to wait up if you don't want.” He said as he sat up and peeled his shirt off and handed it to her.
"Thank you.” She said suddenly aware of her nakedness and she felt shy again.
"No one's here but you and me.” He told her. “I’m sorry about this.”
“I understand. It’s what you need to do.” She said. Victor kissed her again before she got out of the truck.
Mica watched the red lights recede into the darkness she sighed loudly. He trusted her not to simply run away. She walked towards the long narrow wooden dock that was lit up with cheap patio lanterns. The idea now played in her mind. But there was really no place to run. Even if there was, the wolf in her had already made up its mind about Victor Feral the night he took her virginity. She stepped up onto the small houseboat and thought of her past twenty four hours. Mica realized there was one thing she might change.
She smiled, the idea of being hunted down by Victor sent a certain calling to her inner-wolf and she shivered. Tomorrow morning she’d get up and flee. Find out how long it would take her mate to hunt her down. It was instinct that made her want him to catch her. Part of the courting ritual she’d missed out on. Now it was something she’d make him do regardless of the fact they were a bonded pair.
She was tired but excited. The quickie in the truck had left her wanting more and now she couldn't wait for Victor to come home. As an Alpha's daughter she knew how often nights like this would happen. Her father used to be called away all hours of the night and he’d just up and leave. It wasn't as if she wouldn’t have the same issues. It would be her duty to govern the females in the pack, help with problems and to make recommendations to her mate if need be.
Mica hoped it wouldn't be a long night for him on this call. She’d never been alone before at night. She was a little nervous. Her father had always left her with a bodyguard and this was new for her. With a toss, Victor's shirt landed on the bed and she peeled the remnants of her gown off. Mica ran the shower and let the heated spray wash over her. The smell of his soap, shampoo and shaving gel were heavy in here and it fueled her desire to be with him again.
The instant she stepped out of the washroom in Victor's bathrobe, she knew something was wrong. She smelt humans. Not one but several and all were male. She could make out the sounds of footsteps walking towards where she stood in the small hall. The only place she could turn to flee was toward the intruder to get to the bedroom or to the bathroom, with its flimsy folding plastic door being the only thing to stop whoever it was from barging in.
Mica decided to stand her ground. The shadow fell across the floor and she got a better smell of the intruder closing in on her. Collin.
"Well hello.” He said eyeing her over as he turned into the small hall.
"What are you doing here?"She demanded.
"I came to see my brother...I assume he was called away?” He grinned as he talked.
"Yes, now you should leave."
"No I don't think so. Not yet anyway."
"He told you to get out of his territory!" Mica became nervous.
"I'm not one of his dogs he can order around!"
"What do you want!"
"What rightfully belongs to me.” He said as his eyes traveled over her.
Collin stepped closer and forced her to step back until she was pressed with her back against the wall. Mica stood fearless as Collin placed a hand on either side of her shoulders as the other two men watched.
"You know that was a nice little peep show in the truck. Me and my men here really enjoyed it.” He said. He leaned in closer and she caught the scent of his arousal building.
"You're disgusting!” She told him as she glared icily at him. He’d watched them in the truck, which meant he’d waited for his brother to leave. Her stomach knotted with that realization.
"Really? You find me disgusting?” He asked. His eyes narrowed menacingly at her as his fingers lightly ran through her hair.
"You're beautiful. Tell me are you human? I never got the wolf genetics like my two younger brothers did, so I can't smell if you’re or not like they can."
"Get away from me!” She growled. Mica ducked under his arm as his mouth moved towards hers and she ran.
"Come back here!” He yelled.
Mica fled toward the bedroom where she knew Victor's rifle was. Her mind was not thinking rationally as she bolted into the room. Collin and his two men were just a few steps behind her as she lunged towards it. She actually managed to yank it off the dresser and wheeled it around in time for the business end to be pointed at Collin's face.
"Get off this boat or so help me god I'll kill you!” She yelled.
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Victor stood shaking in rage beside the bed. The air in the room was heavy with Mica and his brother's scents, along with blood. Mica lay on the bed, her tiny frame looked so helpless as she stared up at him with tear filled eyes. She’d shot Collin in the arm and managed to scare him off. Now she was so upset she couldn't even talk right. Victor knew his older brother was an asshole. But he never thought for one minute that Collin would be capable of making an unwanted move on a woman. Let alone his mate.
When he was old enough to be on his own , Collin left the pack. Apparently he made a big name for himself in the Military weapons and development business. Which was what made him exceedingly wealthy. It was something he’d tried to rub into their fathers face on his death bed. Victor had nearly killed him for it. To say Collin had a chip on his shoulder would be an understatement. He’d wanted to be an Alpha. Had hated not being born a werewolf and resented both Mike and himself as they were lucky enough to have been.
Mica was still a little shaken up as he curled up beside her on the bed. He knew there would be nothing he wouldn’t do for her. A bond had been created their first time together. It reminded him of old tales of the first two werewolves, cursed lovers who fell hard and fast the first time they had embraced. The was tale taught to all of them when they were just pups. Each pack had its own variation, but it was basically the same.
Mica was his and he was hers. Together they would build t
he Feral pack back to the population it had once been. Victor wanted her plump and round with his babies as soon as possible. They had many years ahead of them and he looked forward to each and every one. As sleep stole them both away he smiled as she snuggled up closer to his chest. She wrapped her arm around his waist and murmured softly.
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Collin was pissed. His inside man had informed him of Victor’s bonding ceremony just a few hours before it took place. When he learned she was a she-wolf, he knew he needed to obtain her. He tossed back his gin and slammed the glass down on the oak table. Yet again Victor had something Collin wanted and deserved. He should never have been the one to become a Lycan, which should have been himself. Now he was alpha of the pack and had a she-wolf as a mate. Like hell was Collin going to sit idly by and let him have everything.
His experiments on Benjamin had been useful, but with the she-wolf then he’d have ample DNA of the Lycan strand. The current projects would have to be rethought and he’d need to alter some of the experiments. But with his financial backers that would be no problem. Now all he needed was to capture the Alpha Bitch and he’d kill two birds with one stone.
Taking Victor’s mate would be a nice stab at him and thoughts of her flowed into his mind. She was extremely beautiful, and he imaged what it would be like to have her. It would happen, he wanted more than just to take her from Victor. He wanted her for himself. A she-wolf would ensure his sons and daughters carried the DNA strand. That it was his children and not his brother’s that held the status of alpha within the Feral pack he’d create.
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