by Maggie Walsh
“It’s okay, Crew. You are just as important as my son. Don’t ever forget that. We are all always here for you. Forever, brother.” Raith gave Crew a big smile.
“Thank you, man. Anything I can do to help find Matthew, just ask and it’s yours,” Crew said in choked-up voice.
“I know, thanks. Go get to know your mate.”
Laylen turned and walked them through the portal with Haven following. Once the portal closed behind them, Viktor grabbed onto Adam and Raith as Rory and Aaron held Raith’s hands. They all disseminated out of there. All that were left facing the Fitzpatricks were Micah, Jesse, Dante, Storm, Dare, Phenex, and Ryland. Micah turned to face William.
“Although I would love to rip each one of you apart with my bare hands for the way you have treated Crew, it is not against our laws to be an asshole. But maybe it should be in your case. Because most of your crimes were committed under the old council, we will go by their judgement when handing out your punishments. But we will go under this council’s laws when we hand out your punishments for the crimes committed today and since our takeover,” Micah spoke with authority.
“We have committed no crimes. You cannot punish us under any law.” Sean, one of Crew’s brothers, spat out the words.
“Infidelity, conspiracy, claiming to be an alpha, and that’s to start. I have a whole list of crimes you committed against your pack for over two hundred years,” Micah said in his scariest alpha voice.
“They did, not us,” Sean sneered, pointing toward his parents.
“Wow. I am so glad Crew was such a brave man even at the age of sixteen. Thank the gods he had the balls to walk away from you disgusting excuses for shifters.” Jesse’s face twisted in revulsion. “Shut your mouth, you little whore. You should just stand there and look pretty, you blond freak. How dare you talk to my son like that? You are not even worthy to kneel at his feet, much less admonish him. Nobody asked for your worthless opinion,” Crew’s mother said with venom, her face a mask of hatred toward Jesse. Six very angry growls echoed through the air.
“How dare you talk to my mate with such disrespect,” Micah growled out menacingly. His eyes glowed yellow and his claws extended from his fingertips. He towered over the now quivering woman.
“I’m sorry, Alpha Prime. I lost my head. I was only being a good mother and defending my pup,” the woman begged.
“There is not an apology suitable to make up for the words you spat at the Alpha Prime mate.” Dante’s voice was just as deadly as Micah’s.
Phenex and Ryland stepped forward and stood in front of the cowering woman. “You and your whole family aren’t worthy enough to lick the bottom of our son’s shoe. You think too highly of yourselves, while you are nothing but insignificant bugs. Our son is born of heavenly royalty and you call him a whore not worthy to kneel at your worthless son’s feet.” Phenex’s face was turning red from the anger boiling up inside him. “You will pay dearly for what you have said to my son. After his mate is through with you, I will personally damn your soul straight to hell. I will call upon Lord Lucifer to come and claim your soul himself.”
“Did somebody call me?” A deep booming voice rang through the night.
Without turning to look Phenex knew who stood behind him. “I haven’t called you yet, my Lord, but I was about to. I first wanted to give the Alpha Prime his due in ripping this soul apart.”
“Ooh, then I didn’t miss the good part yet. I’ll just stand back out of the splatter zone. As you were,” Lucifer said and turned. He spotted Jesse and a huge smile crossed his face. “Heart,” he said seductively. “How wonderful it is to see you again.” Lucifer took Jesse’s hand and kissed the back of it.
“Lord Lucifer,” Jesse said and bowed his head.
“I think they should all bow at your feet for their insubordination. I bet they would look good down there,” Lucifer said, never taking his gaze from Jesse’s. As the words fell from his lips all of the Fitzpatricks dropped to their knees. “The big-mouthed female should crawl to you, kneel at your heavenly feet, and beg for forgiveness.” Again, as the words crossed his lips, Crew’s mother’s body crawled toward Jesse and knelt at his feet. Her head lowered to the ground as her face was pressed against Jesse’s shoes. “Beg,” Lucifer commanded. She began to beg for forgiveness, but before half a sentence escaped her lips, Lucifer silenced her. “I hate the whininess of her voice. It’s very grating.” He turned toward Micah. “I’m done playing with her…for now. She’s all yours, Prime.”
Micah, who had stood by patiently as Lucifer had his fun, now howled loudly in anger and shifted. The clothes ripping from his massive form and falling to the ground around him. All eyes of the Fitzpatrick family went wide in fear. The wolf before them was bigger than any wolf anyone had ever seen. From paw to the top of his head he stood at nine feet. His body was wide and muscular. His mouth filled with long, sharp teeth. Micah looked around and noticed Bolo standing back across the street with what looked like over a hundred of his pack members. “Good.” Micah thought. “Let them see who their new Prime is and bear witness to what will happen to them if anyone disrespects my mate, their Alpha Prime mate. Let them spread the word across the land of what happened here today.”
Micah stalked menacingly toward the woman bowing at Jesse’s feet. Suddenly her body jerked up and her head turned in his direction. Her eyes went wide with terror as she watched the massive wolf approach. Her body began to shake uncontrollably. Micah noticed that not one of her family members tried to fight for her in any way. None of them even opened their mouths to beg him to spare her. That told him a lot about the woman before him. He stalked closer and then sniffed her. She smelled vile and evil. He would not feel any guilt for taking her life and handing her soul over to the devil himself.
His massive jaws opened wide and he struck. Those powerful jaws encased her head within and clamped down. Her screams could be heard coming from inside his mouth. He clamped down harder and pulled his head back fiercely, ripping her head from her shoulders. A collective gasp could be heard from the onlookers. Micah took a step forward toward his mate and lowered his head. He opened his jaws and dropped the head at Jesse’s feet. Jesse reached out a hand and tenderly ran it across his mate’s large head.
Suddenly a bright light surrounded Micah and he shifted back to his human form. Jesse wrapped his arms around Micah’s waist and cuddled against him as Micah’s arms circled around Jesse. Micah kissed the top of Jesse’s head and looked out into the crowd. “Let it be known that this new council will not stand for the atrocities that were committed by these wolves. A new order will be brought to the paranormal world. No longer will you have to suffer tyranny. No longer will there be legacy alphas.” The crowd cheered. “And no longer will you suffer from forced matings. You are free to wait for your true mate if that is your wish. Mates, no matter what the species or sex, will not be rejected. Gay wolves will no longer have to hide who they are or fear for their lives. Anyone found guilty of trying to come between true mates will be put to death. And anyone who disrespects my mate will die painfully.” The crowd cheered again at Micah’s words.
“Now that that’s taken care of. Nice speech by the way. Totally worthy of a Mel Gibson movie,” Lucifer said with mirth. “Can I take what I came for?” He gestured toward the lifeless body at their feet.
Micah smirked at the Lord of hell. “Be my guest.”
Lucifer let out an ear piercing whistle, as if calling a dog. “Come, Hercules.” A black hellhound, bigger than Micah’s wolf, appeared out of nowhere. His red eyes glowed and froth dripped from his snarling mouth. He padded over to the dead woman, encased the head in his mouth, and picked it up. He raised his razor sharp claws and slammed them into the headless carcass. He turned and padded away in the direction he came from, dragging the remains of Crew’s mother with him, then disappeared.
Micah turned to Lucifer and raised a brow in question. “Hercules?”
Lucifer gave him a mischievous smile. “Yes. It pi
sses off the real Hercules, but it gives me so much joy.” Lucifer’s gaze went to Jesse and he gave him a heated smile. “Until we meet again, Heart,” he said and bowed his head, then disappeared.
“Damn, he’s a trip,” Storm said with a laugh as he shook his head. “So what about the rest of these?” Storm motioned toward the Fitzpatricks.
“We should take them back and lock them in my dungeon until we have a complete list of their crimes. Then set their punishment,” Dante said.
“Good idea. I don’t want them anywhere near my home, or Crew,” Micah offered.
“Legion!” Phenex yelled. Suddenly eight Legion Warriors appeared, walking through the wall of the house across the street. They stepped off the stairs and headed toward Phenex.
“Yes, Commander?” Duma asked.
“Take these…things, and lock them in the dungeon below King Dante’s coven. Nicco is there. Inform him of Dante request’s they stay locked up and guarded.”
“Yes, Commander.” Duma and the other warriors grabbed hold of each of the Fitzpatricks and carried them off, back across the street, up the stairs, and disappeared through the wall of the house.
“Alpha Bolo, I will speak with you tomorrow,” Micah called out.
“Yes, Alpha Prime. And thank you.” Bolo bowed his head.
“Let’s go home, babe,” Jesse said and wrapped his arms tighter around Micah’s waist.
Ryland opened a portal and they all walked through.
Chapter 7
“Thank you all for coming,” Crew said as he stood between Haven and Laylen in the pack kitchen. “How did you know where I was?”
“Micah. He used his GPS mojo and he saw where you were and what you were up against and called everyone to head there immediately,” Lexi explained. Crew smiled and shook his head in wonder.
“Crew? When are you going to realize that you are right where you belong? With the family who loves and respects you. You are none of the things those horrible people said you are,” Bastian said.
“Thanks, Bastian. It’s just hard, you know?”
“We know, Crew. We all come from some kind of fucked up family. But you have to realize that they had you for sixteen years and they lied to you about everything. You have been with us for over two hundred years. They don’t know you. They never did. We know you,” Xander added.
“Everything except for Chad. Damn that was trippy. There is no way you are a Chad,” Taylor said with a laugh. “You’re Crew. Our Crew, and we love you just the way you are.”
“Warts and all?” Crew asked and gave Taylor a mischievous grin.
“Warts and all,” Taylor agreed. “When are you going to learn that this family accepts everyone for who they are? No matter who they are, what they are, or what they like.” Taylor gave him a pointed look. Crew gave him a shy smile and nodded.
“So how much of that did you hear?” he asked.
“We got there as you were talking with your dad. We stepped up right behind your family as they joined you two,” Gabriel answered.
“How the hell those asswipes didn’t smell all of us there is beyond me. There is something seriously wrong with those wolves,” Xavier said.
“That’s what I was wondering, too,” Bailey joined in. “I think they were just so full of themselves and so focused on showing their superiority, that they didn’t have time to sniff the air.”
“You would have thought the fact that their noses are always in the air that they would have noticed us right away.” Cass snickered.
“They’ve always been like that. They probably did smell you all but thought you were unworthy of their attention,” Crew explained.
“Well they are the ones unworthy of your attention, brother,” Micah said as he and the others walked through a portal.
“Thanks, Micah.”
Micah stepped up to Crew and placed his hands on his shoulders. He bent and placed his lips next to Crew’s ear and whispered so that even all the shifters in the room couldn’t hear. “You are Crew Angel, not Chad Fitzpatrick. You are my brother and I will fight anyone to the death who wants to challenge me on that. I know who you are, Crew. I have always known exactly who you are and I accept you as you are. You belong to my family and don’t you dare ever run from us again.” Micah pulled back and their eyes met. He gave Crew a pointed look.
Crew stared into his brother’s eyes for a moment as a joint understanding passed between them. Tears burned the back of Crew’s eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded at Micah. “Thank you, brother.”
“Good. Now that that is all taken care of. I think Haven needs a little attention. He’s looking a little hot over there.” Micah smiled and motioned toward Haven. Crew looked up at his mate and saw that the man was sweating like a pig and breathing hard.
“Oh shit, Haven. I’m so sorry, mate,” Crew said and grabbed the back of Haven’s neck, pulled his head down to meet his, and kissed his lips hard. Haven growled against Crew’s lips and wrapped his arms around his waist, hoisting Crew off his feet. Crew wrapped his legs around Haven’s waist and deepened the kiss. He attacked Haven’s mouth hungrily. Haven turned them toward the exit and headed out of the kitchen.
“I guess I should follow them,” Laylen said with a chuckle. He turned and followed his mate’s from the room.
“We’ll send food!” Jesse yelled after them.
“Take pictures!” Taylor yelled.
* * * *
Haven walked into Crew’s bedroom with Crew still attached to his front as he gripped Crew’s ass tight. He had been having trouble all day trying to hold the heat at bay as he walked around with Laylen trying to find Crew. But now that he had both his mates near him, his heat was in overdrive. Hurriedly he walked toward the bed and dropped Crew onto it. Crew let out a surprised groan and bounced as he hit the surface. Haven ripped his shirt from his body, tearing the material down the middle and exposing his golden chest. He ripped the button open and didn’t even bother unzipping his jeans. He needed to get the now snug material from his body. His cock was straining so hard against his zipper that he was sure he had track marks on his shaft. A loud rip sounded as he tore the jeans off himself. “I’m sorry, baby. I need you fast and hard or I’m gonna burn up,” Haven said between clenched teeth. Crew quickly pulled the clothes from his body and reached under the pillow to get the lube.
Haven knelt on the bed and crawled between Crew’s spread legs as he grabbed the lube from his hands. He looked over his shoulder at Laylen, who had been standing there quietly watching them. “Sorry it’s so fast, mate, but I’m burning up.”
“No need to apologize, beautiful. I am enjoying every minute. Damn you two are hot, but together, you’re fucking smokin’,” Laylen said and licked his lips as his eyes roamed over both their naked bodies.
“Why don’t you strip and show us what you got, mate?” Crew said breathlessly. Laylen gave him a wicked smile and pulled the shirt up over his head. He tossed the garment and reached for his pants. “Holy fuck, Haven. Look how massive he is.”
Haven turned his head again to look at Laylen and almost swallowed his tongue. The man was fucking stunning. His chest was wide and rippled with muscles. And his tattoos made Haven’s mouth water. He just wanted to lick every line of each tattoo and then run his tongue over every ridge of his stomach and chest. “Damn,” Haven whispered and licked his lips.
Laylen gave them a bright smile and slid his pants down his muscled legs. He stepped out of his pants and shoes and walked closer to the bed. “Oh my fucking god,” Crew whispered in awe and a whimper escaped his lips.
“What, baby?” Haven asked as he slicked up his shaft.
“You are so massive, Haven, but Laylen is gargantuan. Shit,” Crew said, eyes wide and focused on the Adonis moving closer to the bed.
Haven turned his head again and froze at the site before him. “W…wow. Holy mother of…wow.” Haven couldn’t take his eyes off the large dick standing proud from Laylen’s body.
Laylen stopped next to the bed and wrapped his fingers around his cock, slowly stroking it from base to tip. “Do my mates like what they see?” he asked in a cocky voice.
“Oh hell yeah,” Crew answered breathlessly. “Gods, I wanna taste you. I bet that big boy will stretch my mouth to capacity. For the first time in my life, I wish my mouth were bigger so I could take both of your gorgeous monsters down my throat together.” Crew’s body visibly shivered from his words. He ran his hand down his chest and wrapped his fingers around his hard cock. “Gods, my mates are beautiful.”
“I have to agree with you there, gorgeous. Both my mates are stunningly beautiful,” Laylen said as he continued to stare at Crew’s face and stroke his cock.
“I can’t wait any longer, mates. I need inside,” Haven said in a lust-filled voice.
But Laylen heard a hint of pain in his feline’s voice. He looked to Haven and saw the man was sweating even more now. “Let me see you get our baby ready to take your pretty cock.” Laylen sat on the bed next to Crew’s head and watched as Haven slid his slick fingers into Crew’s body. By the time Haven had three fingers sawing in and out of Crew’s ass, Laylen was sweating from the wait. He needed to be inside one of his mates and he needed it now. A moan so erotic ripped from Crew’s lips as Haven slid four fingers into his hole, that Laylen almost blew his load just from the sound. He pinched the base of his cock to hold off his impending orgasm. Never in all his six thousand years had he ever almost blown before he even touched a lover. But these two were amazingly gorgeous and hot. Haven’s golden skin called to him. He wanted to touch and taste it.
Laylen’s eyes traveled from Haven’s fingers slipping in and out of Crew and went up to Crew’s cock. His eyes opened wide and his brows rose from the sight of the thick cock between his smaller mate’s legs. The wolf’s length was about average for his size, but the girth was huge for the smaller man. Laylen licked his lips as his eyes followed the drop of pre-cum that dripped down that thick shaft and disappeared into the sandy curls surrounding his beautiful cock. “Damn, my wolfie, I need to taste that monster,” Laylen said just before he bent forward and captured the head of Crew’s leaking cock between his lips. Crew’s hips shot off the bed as Laylen swirled his tongue around the spongy head and licked the cream dribbling from the slit.
