Whisper Pride Pack

by T. Cobbin

  Chapter 13

  Saturday was filled with a flurry of both excitement and activity. First, Josie and Conan had gone to the police station and she had written a small statement to say that she was safe and well. They also made sure that on no terms at all was her mother to be told where she was. After that she helped Daisy and some of the others to get a feast sorted and cooked. Well, she didn’t exactly cook, she was crap at that, but she did simple things like make sandwiches and set things out on the many tables.

  By the time afternoon came around Conan had chased her down, trying to get some alone time with her. Horny bastard! Mind you, she was just as dismayed when his mother had come along and shooed him away. Afternoon sex and a nap didn’t sound too bad. Rosemary, however, had different plans for both her and Daisy. They spent the afternoon being pampered from head to toe.

  The sun faded and the stars began to shine, the full moon high in the sky. The pack gathered around the main house. Tiny Christmas lights had been hung and now sparkled along the trees and bushes. A small archway had been erected with two small daises on either side. Normally it would be Conan who did the ceremonies but being that he was part of this one it was Randale who stood in the middle with Conan on the right and Raff on the left, both wearing simple black slacks and a white shirt.

  Josie took hold of Daisy’s hand briefly then watched as she walked down the aisle that was strewn with red rose petals with her father at her side to stand beside Raff, both males shaking each other’s hands. Josie thought Daisy just outright glowed in her A-line organza sweetheart knee-length ivory dress that showed off her long, tanned legs.

  Josie then held onto Rosemary’s hand. Knowing Josie had no one to walk her down the aisle, Rosemary had offered to do it. Josie wore a light lavender gown with a low backed beaded bodice. Layers of ruffled chiffon fell from the waist down, leaving the material floating free around her ankles. Both she and Daisy wore small tiaras with just enough veil attached to it to flow down their backs.

  All Josie could see as she walked up the aisle was Conan. His smiling, proud face with his forever five o’clock shadow was beaming at her. The love she felt for him warmed her heart and soul. She could also feel the love flowing back at her from him. The small bouquet of freesias she held filled the air until she drew near her man, then his scent filled her nose and made her feel as if she was walking home.

  Randale broke into his speech but Josie only heard the words coming from her mate’s mouth when it was his time to declare the love he felt for her.

  “I never thought this day would come. Finding one’s true mate is pretty rare. Three in a matter of weeks is nothing short of a miracle. You, Josie Annabelle White, are my one and only, the love of my life who will share in the good and the bad. My heart now belongs to you, my sweet, now and forever more. As shifters, you know we don’t exchange rings, but I had this made for you.” He picked up her left hand and showed her a gold ring with their names engraved on the outside. On the inside were the words now and forever. Tears flowed down her face as he pushed the ring onto her finger. “I love you, Josie Lyall.”

  “Conan, I was running from a life I didn’t want straight into the life of the unimaginable. A life where you have taught me new beginnings can happen. I now have a new family and a new love...you. My heart will also belong to you now and forever more.” Tugging on his shirt, she pulled Conan down so she could plant a kiss on his lips. “I love you too,” she whispered.

  Both she and Daisy turned their backs on the pack and threw their bouquets into the crowd.

  The pack roared with whistles and howls as the flowers flew up into the air. The pair of them then turned to their mates, who gently pulled the tiaras from their hair and then unzipped their dresses. Daisy promptly shifted into a lovely golden-haired wolf and ran as soon as her dress hit the floor. Raff shifted not a second behind her, lifted his head to the moon, let out a long howl, and then ran after his bride.

  The dress Josie had on slid down her body to reveal a skimpy pair of running shorts and a tight boob tube and, of course, her bedazzled running trainers. She too promptly ran off into the woods, hearing the whistles and howls in the background. The chase was on.

  * * * *

  Conan watched as his mate’s lavender dress flowed to the floor, revealing her luscious body. He had been thwarted by his mother earlier, leaving him horny as hell. Watching Josie run in those very tight running shorts, he wanted inside of her, and nothing was going to stop him. Her tits bounced in that small boob tube, which didn’t offer the slightest bit of support.

  Giving her a little time, he casually took off his shirt and slacks, letting them drop to the floor. His muscles rippled in the night air and his cock stood tall and proud, a small drop of pre-cum beading at the end. He raised his gaze to the moon, giving thanks, and shifted into his wolf. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head and let out a long, low howl. Taking another deep breath into his lungs, he sought out his mate.

  He followed the scent of lavender on a summer’s breeze through the woods, knowing each and every turn she took. After a while he heard her small pants and the light pounding of her feet hitting the ground. He stalked forward and caught a glimpse of her hourglass-shaped body, her breasts bouncing with each step she took.

  He howled, making her jump and come to a standstill to look around. Her face was the picture of pure joy.

  “I know you’re there. Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she taunted while pulling her trainers off.

  He watched as she lowered and knelt on the ground, pulling the tight running top up and off her body, leaving her bare breasts shining in the moonlight. He stalked forward, making her gasp. He circled her, breathing her in, and then ran his snout along her neck, inhaling her scent. He felt her small hands roam and stroke his fur. His wolf began to growl lightly then let out small chuffing noises as he enjoyed the feeling.

  Conan quickly shifted and lifted his mate onto his naked lap so she was straddling his concrete hard shaft. With a single claw he shredded her tight, tantalizing running shorts from the crotch up, then very carefully inserted his finger deep inside her. She arched her back so her breasts were pushed into his face. Taking one of them in his mouth, he nibbled and sucked until it was a rosy color, then did the same with the other, all the time finger fucking her.

  When he ran his thumb over her clit, she cried out and her pussy tightened. He added another finger, making her cry out again.

  “That’s it, baby, shout out my name. Let them hear you say it.” He moved his fingers faster and pressed down on her little nub harder.

  She called out his name as she came. Her tight little hole grasped onto his fingers and covered them with her juices. He withdrew them and placed them in his mouth, moaning as her salty, tangy flavor ran over his taste buds. Looking into her wide eyes, he held onto her hips, sliding her gently down onto his hard shaft until he was balls deep. He lifted her up then slammed her down while thrusting up.

  She came, crying out his name, her cunt muscles squeezing his shaft. “Conan!”

  Her walls pulsed, and she was so tight he gritted his teeth as he withdrew and then pushed back in. Grabbing hold of her hair, he twisted her head slightly and kissed her mouth, pushing his tongue inside and enjoying the taste of her. Bending his legs slightly, he thrust up over and over, making her breasts bounce in front of his face.

  His own orgasm was so very close. His balls drew up, and the tingling in his spine grew until he couldn’t hold back any longer. Rolling them both over so he was on top, he pounded into her a couple more times as he licked over his mark on her neck. He sank his teeth down onto the mark, causing her to again orgasm. With her cunt so tight and pulsing around his cock he could only drive back into her a couple more times before he jetted his seed inside of her, his cock knotting as he did. He lifted his head and howled to the moon in thanks.

  * * * *

  Josie was sitting contently on her mate’s lap, watching various members of the pack da
ncing the night away and eating their fill of the feast. She’d been a little shy walking back in the buff, so she had put on her top and damaged shorts until Conan ran ahead and retrieved her dress. The pack slowly gathered together after their moonlit run and began to party a few hours ago. Watching the huge family come together for the joyous occasion was brilliant. It had just been she and her mother for so long, but now she had a massive family who loved her.

  She had gone over everything that had happened in the short time, but again never doubted that she was happy. It had only been two weeks ago when she had taken the job. Wow, just two weeks. It felt like forever. She was a little disappointed she hadn’t been able to invite her mother to the ceremony, but she couldn’t take the risk that she would tell Harry where she was. She also couldn’t tell her mother than Conan was a wolf shifter. Her faith in her mother now was pretty slim. Looking around at the four dancing and excited pups, she couldn’t imagine herself doing the same as her mother had, palming her daughter off to pay her debts.

  That morning at the police station while giving her statement, she had felt a sliver of dismay at having to make sure that they would keep her whereabouts a secret, but she knew it was for the best. She loved her mother, but she had too much to lose if Harry came around.

  “You’re frowning,” Conan whispered in her ear, licking the shell of it.

  “You’re staring,” she sing-songed back.

  “Only because I have someone as beautiful as you to look at.” He smiled.

  She felt her eyes droop. It had been a long day.

  “Tired, baby? Wanna go home to bed?”

  “Yeah, it’s been a long day and you made me run!” She thrust her bottom lip out and pouted comically.

  She found herself lifted up and laid over his shoulder as he stood. She heard a slap then a stinging sensation took over her backside.

  “Hey!” she cried out.

  “Night all,” he called out to his pack. “Say goodnight, mate,” he said, slapping her butt again.

  Lifting her body up as far as she could from his back, she waved upside down, giggling. “Night all,” she shouted.

  Chapter 14

  Josie was locking up on the following Friday when she realized another week had gone by. The Sunday after their mating ceremony everything had stayed quiet, leaving them to spend most of the day in bed together, enjoying each other’s bodies over and over. The week had flown past. They’d had a few emergencies, but had coped pretty well.

  Daisy had become one of Josie’s firm friends. They would often chat during the day and even talked a storm during their lunchtimes. Now being a fully mated pair, Daisy and Raff had moved into their cabin, which had been filled with almost everything they needed, the pack had clubbed together and helped the new couple.

  Josie smiled fondly as she remembered lunchtime yesterday when Conan had gotten himself into a fit of jealousy and walked into the office kitchen, picked her up, and carted her caveman style again over his shoulder into his office and had his dinner. That being she had come several times before he impaled her on his long, thick cock.

  “All locked up?” Conan asked, coming up behind her.

  “Yep, all done. All overnighters gone and all cleaned up, ready for Monday.” She smiled.

  “Okay, baby,” he said, turning toward his office. “I’ve just got a few more notes to write, and then I’ll be ready.”

  “Umm, Josie.” Daisy appeared through the consultant’s room. “There’s someone in the waiting area who asked for you.”

  “Okay, thanks. See you Monday. We’ll sort the front out when we leave.”

  Locking the back door after Daisy left, Josie went through the consultant’s room and headed toward the reception area. She wondered who was waiting to see her. All the appointments had come and gone. The only thing she could think of was it was some kind of emergency, but then why ask for her? Knowing Conan was in the building she didn’t worry in the slightest until she opened the door and saw who it was.

  Her rather ruffled mother stood at the desk. Her hair was unkempt, and she had a black eye. One arm was in a cast and currently resting in a sling around her neck, and her other hand had huge bandages wrapped around her broken fingers.

  Fuck, how had she found her?

  Her mother turned toward her and looked at her with red-rimmed eyes. “I’ve been looking for you. The police told me you were okay, but I needed to see you.”

  Josie rushed toward her mother, fingering her face. Tears welled up in her eyes. Oh God, she had done this to her mother by running away.

  “What has he done to you?” she cried.

  “You did this,” her mother spat at her. “You ran away and he came looking for you, for each week you were away he would come back and break something else,” she snapped.

  Josie looked on in shock at hearing such anger in her mother’s voice. “Why have you come looking for me?” she asked, fearing she already knew the answer.

  Her mother never replied because just then the bell above the door tinkled and in walked the bald-headed, hatchet-faced Harry Hall.

  “Hello, sweetheart. We finally catch up.” He sneered.

  Josie’s legs buckled under her. Falling to her knees, she looked up at her mother. “You still want me to pay your debt?” she asked with a voice hardly audible.

  “You said you would,” her mother replied, looking down at her.

  Harry looked over her mother’s shoulder with a dirty gleam in his eye. Just outside and blocking the main door Josie could see two muscle-bound henchmen standing side by side.

  “I...I...you...” she stuttered, getting to her feet. “Why do you think I ran away? I wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole!” she finally managed to get out.

  Harry stormed past her mother, knocking her down, and then proceeded to swipe a tattooed hand across Josie’s face, knocking her to the floor. She felt the sting of his hand as she went down, but the knock to her head from hitting the desk caused stars to form in front of her eyes. She found it hard to breathe. Fuck, it hurt. The last thing she heard before she fell into oblivion was the growl of one very pissed off wolf.

  * * * *

  As Conan was finishing the last of his patient notes he heard a raised female voice coming from the reception area. He thought Daisy had said there weren’t any more patients today. Thinking that an emergency had come in, he quickly got up and went to see what was going on. He opened the door to see his mate being slapped across the face and her crumpling to the floor in an unconscious heap after hitting her head on the desk.

  Seeing red, he shifted faster than he had ever done, his scrubs ripping into shreds, and he lunged at the tattooed man who had struck his mate. He briefly saw the man’s eyes widen in shock as he hit the floor. Conan sank his fangs into the man’s throat and pulled, ripping his throat out. Blood spurted over his white fur as he watched the man gurgle and die before his eyes.

  The woman who had been knocked over began screaming at the top of her lungs, hurting his sensitive ears. This also caught the attention of two big, burly men who were standing outside. The tinkle of the bell had Conan rounding on them in seconds. He widened his stance, pulled back his ears, and growled at them, showing his long, pointed teeth.

  “Fucking hell,” one of the men shouted. Suddenly the man was sliding across the floor of the room, a huge, white wolf with four brown paws riding on top of him, its teeth firmly attached to the back of his neck.

  Recognizing his brother, Conan turned his attention back to the other big bloke. He watched in disgust as a wet stain appeared in the front of the man’s jeans, the smell of pee making his nose curl up. With a bounding leap Conan knocked him down and ripped his throat out too.

  Quickly, the office filled up with three more enforcers. Randale had insisted on adding a few enforcers to patrol the building after hearing about Josie’s mother. ‘An addict will always find a way to get their next buzz’ he had said.

  Turning his attention to his mate, Co
nan shifted and ran to her side.

  “Randale, shut her up for fuck’s sake,” he screamed, gesturing to the other woman, who was still screaming.

  He wasn’t sure what his brother did but the room went instantly quiet. He carefully looked Josie over and was dismayed to see a long bleeding gash along her hairline.

  “Randale, deal with this shit.” He motioned to the now destroyed reception room. “Trey, get us to the hospital now!” he shouted.

  Conan scooped Josie up off the floor and quickly walked out to the parking lot. It wasn’t until he had slid into the back of his Range Rover and a pair of jeans were thrown at him with a damp towel that he realized he was naked and had blood down his chest.

  The ride to the hospital was the longest trip that he had ever made. Somehow, he managed to keep hold of Josie while putting on the pair of jeans and wiping off his chest, removing the blood. She never stirred. She was so pale in his arms it worried him. Fuck, he wanted to go back and kill the bastard all over again.

  Trey pulled up to the hospital, honking the horn. Doctors and nurses immediately ran out, taking his mate from his arms. He felt bereft.

  * * * *

  The first time Josie opened her eyes it was dark and pain seared through her head.

  The next time she managed it, sunlight streamed through the windows, making her close them again as pain again seared through her head. She did, however, register that she was in a hospital room.

  This time she didn’t open her eyes straight away, just listened. She heard several machines beeping in the background and people quietly walking and talking outside of the room. She slowly opened her eyes again. Lifting her heavy arms, she saw all kinds of wires and tubes attached to her. Trying to keep her eyes open a little longer, she looked around the small, white room to see Conan.

  He sat leaning to one side in a hospital chair beside her bed, his head resting against a folded fist. His normal five o’clock shadow was now a good day’s beard. How long had she been there? His clothes were wrinkled, and his hair was all over the place like he had ran his hands through it over and over.