by Delta James
At this moment, she knew that part of the eroticism and arousal was in the fact that he was completely in control of her. He didn’t need to tie her up or shackle her to their bed; his commanding presence was all he needed. He would often allow her to take the lead in part of their lovemaking, but there was never any doubt in either of their minds as to who was the dominant partner.
He stopped playing with her and withdrew his cock from her mouth. He got down on all fours and kissed her mouth, thrusting his tongue where his cock had so recently been. She accepted and played with his tongue as she had with his cock, moaning her pleasure as she did so. Although lost in the sensual haze he always created, she was cognizant that he had never approached her on all fours. He had put her on all fours numerous times but generally he either stood or just kneeled. This felt different and made her tingle all the more.
Oliver nuzzled his way down her body until he was directly behind her. As he had when in wolf form, he placed his hand between her shoulder blades to indicate he wanted her front end down and her ass up. She knew this exposed her pussy to him in a way he liked. It was also a very submissive position for her, which he also liked.
She felt his nose nuzzle her lower lips and started to squirm. His low growl, while laced with lust, was also a reminder that he was not in the mood to have her challenge him in any way. She made a somewhat mewling noise that she had found often mollified him when he was annoyed with her. He nuzzled her again and parted her labia with his nose, inhaling her scent as his tongue reached for her slit.
“Oh, God,” she breathed and was gratified to hear his sexy chuckle in response.
He continued nuzzling her nether region while licking and sucking both her pussy and her clit. He had her just on the brink of orgasming, which was where he liked her before he forced his knot into her waiting channel. He rubbed his head and stubbled cheek and chin along her flank, avoiding for the most part her still throbbing behind.
Oliver ran his hands down along her sides, reaching under her torso to once again capture her breasts. Roz could feel his body rise up behind her and the head of his cock spread her swollen labia before breaching her core. She tried to ready herself for the brief pain she knew would accompany his forcing the knot. He surged forward, groaning as he did so and lodged his knot deep within her. She couldn’t muffle the painful response it evoked in her or her body’s violent climax as he seated himself and her welted bottom was forced into close and painful contact with his groin.
“Oliver,” she half moaned and half sighed.
“I’m here, my Rozalyn. I have you.” He held her tight waiting for her body to accept his newest invasion. She reached the end of her climactic shudders, as the knot finished swelling to seal her to him. He began to rock within her.
The position he had her in combined with her welted behind and his ability to fondle her tits made the experience of being knotted new all over again. She could barely catch her breath between orgasms.
Roz felt trapped in his erotic web. She had lost complete and utter control of her body’s response to his mastery and possession. She could barely distinguish one sensory response from another. And she couldn’t focus on any of them. One moment she was feeling his rough handling of her nipples and breasts. The next it was the overly full sensation of being sealed to him in a new way as he rocked his cock in her pussy. And then there was the uncomfortable yet oddly pleasurable way her bottom felt being nudged repeatedly by his groin as he rocked her.
She clawed at the bedsheets, not because she wanted to get away but because normally when he was rocking her after the knot she clawed at his back. The rocking’s intensity increased and she knew he was readying himself to flood her with his cum. She orgasmed as his mouth latched on to the scruff of her neck and he began to spurt into her center. She experienced numerous smaller aftershocks that milked him completely dry.
“Just when I thought there was nothing you could do that would be better than the way you’ve knotted me in the past…”
He whispered kisses along her neck and down her spine. “Some can’t take the intensity of being knotted from behind. But I was fairly certain you would give yourself to me in that way. And you have always enjoyed being mounted in the most dominant fashion.”
“Baby, I always enjoy any way you touch me to bring me pleasure. I never enjoyed doggy…” she giggled, “boy, is that appropriate for our kind or what? But I never enjoyed doggy with other men. With you it just always seems right.”
“That, my sweet mate, is because you never surrendered to anyone else. And that is a gift I will always treasure. I need you to quit bracing to hold both of us and just relax in my hands. I’m going to get us laid down for the duration of the tie and show you why you may start wanting to be tied from behind more often.”
She let her body completely relax into his hands. He gently laid her down so that now he was intimately spooned with her, his cock still buried deep within her. Getting her into a more comfortable position actually brought her to orgasm again, much to his delight. He had his arms wrapped around her and his hands lay possessively over her breasts and her mons. She purred with pleasure.
“Should I be annoyed with you that we haven’t done this before?”
Oliver chuckled. “It is only in the past few weeks you’ve actually settled in and begun to enjoy the tie itself.”
“What’s that got to do with getting knotted this way?”
“The sensations are usually more intense… and the tie itself longer.”
“Oh, my,” she said with a voice full of wonder.
“They say it is not uncommon, my Rozalyn, for a couple who mate in this manner and fall asleep afterward to find that come morning they are still intertwined.”
“Really? That sounds lovely,” she said, trying to suppress a yawn.
He nuzzled her neck. “And given the big day you’ve had and all the excitement, I think we’re going to find out if those tales are true. Close your eyes, my beautiful mate, and sleep.”
Within moments they were both fast asleep. Rozalyn woke the first time as the light began to creep into their room. She purred again as she realized that she was still sealed and tied to her beloved mate. Sighing, she yawned and closed her eyes again.
Chapter Twenty-One
The second time she woke, she was no longer sealed to Oliver, but he was still nestled up inside of her. Sensing she had awakened, Oliver nuzzled her and leaned up on his elbow. She turned her face toward his and kissed him.
“Good morning, my Rozalyn.”
She shook her head and giggled. “You know I’m beginning not to hate it so much when you call me that.”
“That’s because you’re learning to be a good girl and accept that I will call you what I wish.”
“No, that’s not it,” she said as she giggled and snuggled into his arms, wincing as her bottom made even closer contact with him. “That hurt, you know.”
“I’m aware. It was meant to. It was also meant to keep you mindful about obeying me when I give you an order. If that proves to be ineffective in making you mind, I will find other enhancements to the experience until I find what works best on my naughty mate.”
“That was more than effective.”
A discreet knock on their door interrupted them. Oliver checked to make sure Roz was adequately covered before calling, “Enter.”
Bash popped his head through the door. “I hate to interrupt, but we have a report on our Serbian friend I thought you might want to hear.”
“Give me a moment and I’ll be right with you.” Bash left their room. “I fear, my sweet mate, that reality has intruded on us once again. I’m going to withdraw from you. The knot is mostly dissipated but you may feel some discomfort both from the actual uncoupling and from having been tied to me for such an excessive amount of time.”
He slid from her body and she groaned. “Discomfort? I’d say a bit more than that, but oddly I have this whole incredible feeling of well-being.”
“Hell, no, I’m showering with you and going to hear what this guy has to say.”
Oliver ran his hand down and cupped her bottom, causing her to grimace. “If that is what you would like, you may want to ask me in a far more respectful way.”
“All right. Oliver, may I please get a shower with you and then accompany you to the meeting?”
“Yes, mate, you may. I think you may be able to add to the discussion.” He got up and helped her out of bed and into their bath.
Once they were showered and dressed, they left their room. Oliver had chuckled at her choice of apparel. The great, elegant lady of the evening before was replaced by the mate her pack had come to love. She was dressed in a pair of his sweatpants that she had rolled down to keep in place and sit on her hips and a tank top. Her feet were bare and her hair was loose. There was a dazzling, casual beauty to his Rozalyn that he knew he would never tire of.
They entered the dining room and gathered at one end of the great table. Most everyone was helping themselves to the breakfast and brunch foods that had been laid out for the pack. Roz was about to get up to help herself when Robert interrupted her with banana nut pancakes and extra crispy bacon with coconut syrup… her favorite.
“Robert, you spoil me. Thank you!”
“I could make you something else. And your tea will be brewed and brought to you momentarily.”
“No, this is perfect. Thank you again for all of your help last night. You were a big part of the party being such a great success.”
“It was nothing,” he said mildly before taking his leave.
Bash laughed. “I think, Oliver, your mate has found a way past Robert’s frosty exterior.”
“Robert is not frosty,” Roz said, defending him.
“Not to you, sweetheart. I can’t recall him ever making a special breakfast for anyone else… and he certainly doesn’t ensure anyone else’s bacon is her desired level of crispiness. But who can blame him… you are the most exquisite creature God ever created.”
Bash snorted. “You do know yours and mine were wandering around in the passages and tunnels last night, don’t you?”
“Yes, and my mate is now well aware of the consequences of doing so without permission and a proper escort, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she said as she snagged a cushion from the adjacent sitting room and put it on the chair before sitting down. Bash raised his eyebrows. “Not one word, Bash.”
He walked over and kissed the top of her head. “Not even one, I promise. By the way, your sister is grounded to our room for the remainder of the weekend. But if it’s all right with Oliver, you can go up to see her later.”
“Bash…”
“Roz…” warned Oliver.
“She already knew the rule about wandering around in the tunnels and passages without permission. It was not even your sister’s first trip over my knee for doing it. And I don’t appreciate her leading you down the wrong path any more than I like you leading her.”
“Are the passages and tunnels dangerous?”
“Not per se,” said Oliver. “We try to keep them in good repair. But as I’m sure you found, the dungeons and some of the tunnels leading to them are very deep in the cliffs and have been known to flood. In addition, they are often slippery. We have had more than one injury because of it. And with all the noise that’s coming out of Europe and this Serbian mutt showing back up, I want people to be safe. In fact, Bash, let’s ensure our ladies are protected at all times. None of them leave the estate alone or even in a group without a proper male escort.”
“I’ll see to it.”
“We aren’t children. We can take care of ourselves,” said Roz, her quick temper starting to show.
Oliver claimed her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. “Some of you can. But even as prepared as you were at Bae Diogel, that raid could have gone badly for all of you. I won’t have our women left vulnerable to attack. For now, they can come and go as they please with the proper escort. But there may come a day you will all be kept safe here at the estate.”
Roz knew better than to argue with him in front of others. She’d make her case when they were alone. Once everyone was seated, Chad, the pack member who had followed the Serbian wolf, related what he saw.
“For the most part, he just went back to one of the local watering holes and knocked back a couple of beers. Kind of a surly bastard. He didn’t even really interact with the bartender. But right before closing this other guy comes in—big sonofabitch—and they took over one of the back booths. I couldn’t get close enough to overhear what they were saying so I got myself a spot where I could see the entrance and the alley.”
“Would you recognize the second guy if you saw him again?”
“Better than that, I got his picture on my cell phone. I also got one of the mutt that was here. I’m going to send them to everyone’s cell phones. Anyway, I followed them back to a little rental beach cottage. Looks to be four or five of them there. They always have someone sitting outside keeping watch. Just as I was cutting back through the dunes to my car, I saw a car with out-of-state plates. Took pictures of the two guys who got out of that and entered the house.”
The cell phones all dinged as the pictures were received.
“Shit!” said Bash.
“Bash?”
“One of the guys from the out-of-state car? He was with that pack of mongrels that turned Roz and Liza. He’s the one I let live.”
Oliver sat for a moment. “Who’s got eyes on them now?”
“Drew. You want him to do anything?”
“Make sure he gets pictures of those we don’t have and see if he can get a count on how many of them are in that house. Gather our most experienced men and brief them that we may well be moving on these hyenas tonight. I don’t like this at all.”
“If we decide to move, shall I alert the cops and Coast Guard to say clear of the area?”
“Yes, but not until I decide if and when we’re moving. And none of our women are allowed off the island. In fact, I don’t want any of them wandering out of sight of the house without a proper escort. Dylan, Jean-Michel, and I had talked of having a war council of sorts. We will need to travel to New Orleans. I’ll take a small escort, but I want to leave the bulk of our men here with you, Bash. I want you to start fortifying our defenses.”
“I’ll see to it, Alpha. Roz, do me a favor and let your sister know what’s up. If she gets upset, can you stay with her?” Bash asked her, the concern for his mate apparent in his tone of voice.
“Of course I can, Bash. Would it be all right if we left your room… only to come down to Oliver’s and mine? It’s bigger and I think more comfortable.”
Bash crossed over and kissed the top of her head. “Yes, little wolf. And thank you.”
“She was my sister first,” she reminded him softly but with a teasing lilt to her voice.
* * *
Oliver went into their room as Roz trotted up the steps. He placed a conference call with both Dylan and Jean-Michel, who agreed that their meeting should be moved up.
Oliver concluded the call by saying, “My pack and I will move to neutralize this threat to my pack as soon as possible. If nothing else, I want the Serbians in my dungeons as well as the one who was warned not to be caught in our territory a second time sooner rather than later.”
Jean-Michel said, “Let me call the other packs that have agreed to stand with us. I’ll see if we can’t all meet here in New Orleans not this weekend, but the next. We’re picking up noises here and there about a focused and multi-pronged attack. Darby suggested, Dylan, that we get your Anna to come down and meet with my folks. I think the more we make use of the black-hat hackers we have in our packs the better.”
Oliver agreed. “Roz had suggested we might want to have Anna and Josh come up to take a look at our system. Perhap
s we should have them come up here prior to joining us in New Orleans? Unlike our friend in the Big Easy we don’t have our own plane, but one of my men is a pilot and we can rent a jet to take us down to Jean-Michel’s beautiful city. Dylan, we can stop and get you and your people if you like.”
“That would be helpful and much appreciated. I’ll get Josh and Anna, because trust me, you won’t get Anna without Josh,” Dylan chuckled, “on their way to you. Say by day after tomorrow?”
“That will be fine. I’ll have someone meet them at the airport.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Oliver and Bash spent much of the rest of the day gathering as much intel as they could on the layout of the rental cottage, the comings and goings of those who were there and the surrounding area. While Oliver wanted to move against the threat as soon as possible, he wanted to ensure that they were able to capture all of the Serbians and at least the one man Bash had allowed to live. As night began to fall, Oliver gathered his most experienced men and made ready to move against them.
“But why do you have to go? What if something happened to you? Aren’t they supposed to protect their leader?” said Roz as Oliver prepared to lead his men against the threat.
He kissed her. He knew she was worried for his safety, although she would never admit it. “They will. And just so you know, Bash shares your opinion. But no alpha of this pack has ever not led his men into any covert operation or battle of any kind. What kind of alpha would I be if I did not protect my pack, if I wasn’t willing to put myself on the line with my men?” He kissed her again. “We will be fine, sweetheart. They haven’t a clue that we’re coming and from what you shared and what we’ve seen, they are ill-prepared for a calculated attack. We’ll be home with them in the dungeons before midnight.”
She kissed him deeply. “Do me a favor?”