Keeping My Pack

by Lane Whitt

  I laugh too. “Tristan is going to love you.”

  Kellan comes in with a set of scrubs that are way too big for the small boy, but he holds the pants up as best as he can as we walk behind Kellan to the elevators and through the hospital to the truck outside. He tells us to get in and wait for Finn, while he goes back and cleans up the room of all evidence of my being there and erases Mikey’s record.

  Finn jumps in behind the wheel and shakes his head at me. “Remy is going to kill us; you know that right?” He turns to Mikey next to me. “Hey there, Kiddo, welcome to the family. Happy to see you up and moving again.”

  I smack Finn’s shoulder lightly. “How come he gets the welcome back greeting while I get the impending death one?”

  Finn laughs. “Because you’re the one that turned us all into kidnappers.”

  “I’m not a kid!” Mikey exclaims with a huff.

  “The only thing we kidnapped him from was death. Children services are the ones who thought giving him back to his father was a good idea; they shouldn’t be trusted with his care anymore.” I state, crossing my arms over my chest. “Besides, Mikey said he wanted to come with us.”

  “Yeah!” Mikey pipes in, defending me.

  Finn puts his hands up. “I don’t disagree with what you did. I just wish you would have let us in on the plan so we could prepare is all. Now we have to go wipe Kellan’s office completely, and the three of you will need to get out of dodge quickly.”

  “Oh,” I say, deflating and now feeling terrible. I’m not sorry for helping Mikey, and I’m even happy that he’s coming with us now. I won’t have to worry about how he is anymore; I’ll know he’s being taken care of. But I did bring the guys into all of this without even asking, and I’ve brought a child into their lives that they might not have wanted.

  Kellan comes out shortly, and the three of us remain quiet on our way back to the house as Mikey plays with the radio, listening to ten seconds of a song before changing the station and doing it all over again. He seems happy enough; I just worry how the rest of the guys are going to react.

  Mikey and I rush out of the truck as we pull up to the house. Reed jogs over to us, placing a quick smacking kiss on my lips, telling me he’s proud of me before he jumps in the truck in with Kellan and Finn, heading for the clinic.

  I stare at the open front door nervously, rocking back on my heels. I guess the rest of them know already. “I guess we should go in.” I proposed.

  As we’re climbing the stairs of the porch, Maksim appears with a broad grin on his face. “I suppose this is the newest Ivaskov!” He greets happily.

  Mikey looks up at me with a puzzled expression. “What’s an I-vash-cough?” He pronounces the name so funnily that it’s hard not to laugh.

  “Well, apparently that’s what we are now. It’s a name.”

  “Oh. So is Mr. Jace around?” He walks to the door and peeks his head around.

  “We can go find him in a minute, Mikey. First, I want you to meet my grandfather, Maksim.” I introduce.

  Mikey waves and Maksim takes that as an invitation. He steps up to him and places his hand on his shoulder. “Come on boy, how about we get a bite to eat before we seek out the Duke’s son, hmm? And you can call me grandfather, most people do.”

  The two of them walk off without me, and I glare at the back of Maksim’s head. He had to know I was planning on using Mikey as a shield from Remy, and he stole him from me. I stick my tongue out at him, even though they’ve disappeared into the house. I roll my eyes at myself before deciding to act like an adult and find Remy before he finds me.

  I know if Remy is actually home, he’ll be in his office at this time of day, so I head there first.

  Remy

  Kitten knocks lightly on the open door, and I throw her a look that tells her she knows better. She shrugs her slim shoulders unapologetically, her smile forced, but beautiful all the same.

  “Don’t be mad.” She asks, looking around at all the empty shelves in my office.

  “I’m not angry at you, Love. Just worried that you didn’t think this through, and worried how the boy will react when he learns what we are.” I tell her softly.

  “Oh.” Her shoulders relax, and I can tell she was worried about my reaction.

  “Come here, Love. Let’s have a chat.” I slide my chair back, giving her room to sit in my lap. I brush her luscious platinum hair away from her shoulder and run my hand soothingly over her back before continuing. “I want you to understand that even if I do become angry with you, I will never raise a hand to you in anger. I also will never turn you away or make you feel ashamed for your mistakes or if we disagree on a matter. There’s never a reason to fear me, Kitten.”

  “Okay. I understand.” She smiles shyly at me, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

  “Now, about young Michael. I assume you thought it was the only way to keep him alive, and if that’s the case, then I feel you should be proud of your choice.” I tell her firmly.

  “Really? You mean that, Rem? I know bringing a child home is kind of a big deal, but I’ll take care of him myself, he won’t get in your guys’ way.” She promises.

  “Stop.” I bark, harsher than I intended, but I don’t like where that was headed. I embrace her tightly in a hug to soothe the sting of my order. “You won’t be caring for the boy on your own, you’ll have us, that’s what family is for. You forget that every other man in this house was brought home by me and cared for, welcomed into the family if you will. You don’t have to do anything alone anymore, Love. We’ll support you and the decisions you make. All I ask is to be included in making those choices.”

  Kitten smiles even though I can tell she feels like crying, the rims of her eyes turning red and heavy with unshed tears. “Thank you, Remington. I’ll do better in the future. I was worried Kellan might try to stop me if I asked.” She admits.

  I snort in amusement. “You really think Kellan, the doctor, the man sworn to save lives by any measures needed and to the best of his abilities, would have told to let the boy die?” I ask.

  Kitten lowers her head, looking to her lap. “I guess not.” She shrugs. “I just panicked.”

  “That’s understandable.” I nod. “Just keep in mind that sometimes having a partner in crime can help lessen the burden, and can be the rock in a storm for you. The men and I have faced many challenges together, our different skill sets allowing each of us to take turns being the rock. No one is great at everything, but sometimes letting others step in and take the lead is what’s necessary for success.”

  She wipes away a stray tear from her cheek, giggling as she meets my eyes. “You let others take the lead?”

  I raise an eyebrow in surprise at the question. “I have, I do, and I will. I do what’s best for the family, even if that means stepping out of the way.”

  She searches my eyes for the truth in my words, and I allow her to take her time. “I love you.” She says eventually. “I know I’ve thanked you before, but the words don’t seem like enough. Thank you for taking me in, for loving me, for rescuing me. Thank you for taking the guys in so that they have a family too and so that I could meet them. Mostly Rem, thank you for being you and caring about the rest of us.”

  I slide my hand to the back of her neck and bring her to me for a long, hard kiss. I keep her there until she needs air. “Thank you for being you, too Love. I wouldn’t want you any other way. Now, stand up.”

  She blinks at me a few times but does as I ask. “Face me,” I order.

  Kitten turns, looking down at me with a million questions in her lovely eyes. She doesn’t voice them, which both surprises and pleases me. She trusts me with whatever is about to happen.

  “Know that I am in love with you, Kitten. I would never do anything that you do not wish for me to do”. I tell her, meaning every word of it.

  “I know that Remington. I love you. I trust you.” She whispers back, curiosity now shining through her gaze. I see a hint of fear in her, but not fear o
f me, just fear of knowing something is going to happen, and she doesn’t know what.

  “There are certain things I enjoy, Kitten. Sexual things. They may seem intense, or sound scary if I was to sit here and describe them. But the things I enjoy are not designed to harm you. They are designed to give me control of you. Not just your body, but your focus, your attention. It is up to you to give me these things; I will not take them from you. I’d like to try the things I enjoy with you if you’ll allow me. If you don’t like them, then tell me so, and I will stop. Immediately, no questions asked, no pressure to continue. Do you agree to try?” I inquire of her. I keep my voice intentionally low, allowing her to hear how serious I am.

  I let her take her time to respond, knowing that she needs time to process my meaning and intentions.

  “Okay, Remy. We can try them.” She responds. Her voice is unsure, but her body is already reacting to whatever thoughts are swimming around in her head.

  I stand from the chair slowly, sliding it out of the way. I hook my index finger under the hem of her thin sleep shirt, raising it a few inches to reveal her belly button. I circle it with a feather-light touch, pleased when her breath hitches at the contact. Now that she’s suitably distracted, I bring my other hand up quickly, grabbing a fist-full of the material in my hand, and give it a quick yank.

  The shirt falls uselessly to the floor, and Kitten’s eyes go wide in shock. I let my own eyes linger on her exposed skin. Her pert breasts rise and fall with her increased breathing and her pink nipples pucker under my gaze. The sight is mouthwatering, but there’s no rush.

  Fighting my instincts not to dive my face into her delightful breasts, I slide my hands slowly up her sides, coming up to cup the heavy, rounded globes, testing the weight of her womanly curves. I avoid her nipples, releasing a satisfied hum when I glide my hands back down her sides, and she whimpers in disappointment. I dip the tips of my fingers into the waistband of her bottoms and caress the smooth skin of her hips. As I start to slide them down, I look up to make sure she’s still okay with this. I want her desperately and want her to be desperate herself, but I won’t continue if she doesn’t wish to.

  Kitten’s pupils are blown wide with want, so I push them down further. The little minx is sans panties as well. I let the pants fall to the floor before taking her hand so she can safely step out of them.

  I raise an eyebrow at her. “Is this how you always walk about the house?”

  She blushes again, and this time, I watch as it extends all the way down her neck and chest to her stiff nipples. Pink is such a lovely color on her.

  “I was in Finn’s room. He didn’t…I mean I…He doesn’t wear panties.” She struggles to explain. I wouldn’t put it past the fucker, honestly.

  I take a step closer to her, brushing up against Kitten’s naked form. She arches beautifully towards me, but I back away quickly. The resulting pout almost breaks my will. “Stay.” I bark at her, using more force than is necessary. I move around the desk, striding to close the door to give us some semblance of privacy. Kitten stands straight as a rod and doesn’t try to look over her shoulder at me, even though I’m sure to take my time. Her quick compliance arouses me further.

  I take my time unbuttoning my shirt, unlacing my boots and taking both them and my socks off. I unbutton my pants and unzip them, letting her see how turned she has made me, but leave them on for now. I stroll to stand in front of Kitten, positioning myself mere inches from her. With me now in sight, she squirms as she takes in my bare chest and arms, her eyes roam down to my undone pants and my hardened cock and she leans so far forward that I think she might fall. My amused chuckle brings her eyes back up to mine.

  “Turn around,” I instruct.

  She moves slowly and unsurely, but once again, she complies without protest. I move in closer to her, pressing my hardened length into the small of her back. Kitten shivers and presses her ass back at me, seeking more contact than I’m giving her. I let my fingertips trail up her arms, taking note of the goosebumps they leave in their wake and continue up to her shoulders. As they reach her neck, her head falls back, a stilted sigh escaping her. I growl deeply at her show of natural submission.

  I leave one hand at her throat, resting lightly, as my other hand gathers her hair at the nape of her neck, wrapping it up in a good hold. Using my body to shift her forward, I press her until her hips meet my desk. The hand on her throat moves down, sliding between her breasts and around her waist to push at the middle of her back.

  Kitten bends forward, gasping as the cool of the desk comes into contact with her flushed body. “Move your hands up to rest above your head. Good girl.” I praise her when she does so readily. “Now keep them there, do you understand. Do not move them, no matter what.” I instruct her.

  “Yes, Remy.” She answers throatily.

  I use her hair in my hand to position her head the way I want it. Her face lays to the side, allowing her to see me. I smirk down at her, pressing my hips into her lush ass, and she moans, her eyes closing in pleasure.

  “Eyes open,” I tell her softly but with power in my voice.

  Now that she’s spread out the way I want her, I let my free hand caress her smooth back a few times, each time moving my hand down lower, closer to the prize between her legs. She whimpers as my hand ghosts over her cheek and down her thigh. On the return trip, instead of a caress, I give her a good slap. Kitten shouts out in surprise, but I’m quick to soothe over the sting on her now pink skin. Her breathing increases but her eyes stay wild. She enjoyed it. I deliver a harsher blow to her other cheek, and her fingernails dig into my desk. Another five slaps to each cheek and my girl is panting hard, sweat beading on her skin, her ass a fine rosy shade. I figure I’ve tortured myself enough for now. I kiss the middle of her back lightly, then allow my tongue to trail down her spine and over her left cheek to where her ass meets her thigh, in that lovely little place all females have that forms a natural handle, made for gripping.

  Now on my knees, I sit back and take a look at the gorgeous sight in front of me. “Spread your legs,” I growl at her. “Further,” I tell her, as the first time wasn’t enough. I slide my index finger through her silky lips, feeling her slick juices on my fingers. The sheer amount is shocking and pleasing, she liked her spanking. Thank fuck for small miracles, because I enjoyed it as well. Without warning her, I press my face into her heated core and seek out her pleasure button with my tongue. Kitten’s body jerks and goes taught until I begin to suckle at her, then her entire body melts, her legs giving out. I chuckle to myself and bring my hands up to spread her lovely ass wider for me, using those sexy handles. Her untouched rosebud begs me for attention, but that will come in time. We’ll work up to that.

  She cums hard on my tongue quickly, but I allow her no rest. Her pussy is better than the finest of wines, and I have no intention of depriving myself of it any longer.

  I taste of my girl until her shouts of pleasure drift away to an ongoing moan, and her quivering thighs are the only part of her body still stirring. I stand fully and drape myself over her back. I nuzzle at her exposed neck, tasting the light sheen of sweat that has formed on her smooth skin. I press my hips up against her, my cock needing some desperate attention. I feel my canines lengthening and position my teeth on the back of her shoulder. I slide a finger into her tightness, feeling a rumble from Kitten as she groans deeply. My other hand aligns my cock at her entrance. As my teeth sink into her flesh, so does my cock.

  Kitten inhales sharply, her body coming alive for me once more. Her hand slaps at the desk, and her growl is almost feral as she shifts her body back at me, needing more of me inside of her. I don’t release her neck until I’m balls deep in the most maddeningly tight pussy I’ve ever been in. I pause inside of her, luxuriating in the feel of her around me, the pulsing heat temporarily sending my mind to drift into orbit.

  Kitten scrambles for my hand that’s pressed next to her head and tries to pull it towards her mouth. It would be confu
sing if my mind weren't in such a state of pure lust, love, and sheer bliss right now, and I’d be dissatisfied at her disobedience. I let her have my hand, and moments later I feel tiny teeth at my wrist. The firestorm that emanates from her bite is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Tiny pinpricks cover my skin everywhere that my body covers hers. My dick is now being massaged not only by her tight walls but by the delicious mating bond as well.

  I can remain still no longer; a man can only take so much. I weave my fingers through her tiny ones and press our joined hands to the desk. My hips move back until the head of my cock is at her entrance. A deep thrust forward has us both growling in pleasure. I wait just a moment before doing it again.

  “Remy…please.” Kitten begs. God damn, does this girl want me to cum this soon? Her begging, in that voice…damn. Think of something else, anything else. To cut her off from speaking any further, and to eliminate the chance of me finishing too early, I begin thrusting in and out her quickly. She moans loudly, her hips thrusting back to meet mine. I pound into her, feeling my balls slapping at her clit before they draw up tight, ready to explode into my mate, my lover, my life.

  I reach over and grip her hair tightly, bringing my mouth to her ear. “I. Fucking. Love. You.” I tell her, each word accentuated with a hard thrust of my cock. If there was ever any doubt in her mind that she belonged to me, I’m sure I’ve fucked it out of her by now. Kitten pants that she loves me too, and that’s all that I can take. My head goes back and I howl as my seed leaves my body and enters hers. I collapse on top of her, not yet ready to move and wanting to keep my cum from spilling out of her just yet. The primal beast inside of me rejoices in claiming our woman this way.

  ‘Remy.” Kitten pants, sounding a little dazed. That’s a nice stroke to my ego.

  “Yes, Love?”

  “I want to hold you,” She says, shocking me, though I don’t know why. She’s not one of the women I’ve used in the past; she’s Kitten. Lovable, adorable Kitten, who wants more from me than just sex and a thank you. She wants me, all of me. With anyone else, I’d never allow cuddling, but with her, I’d more than enjoy it.