by Delta James
“If I can.”
“Let me break the guy’s other knee?”
Oliver laughed. “Yes, if he survives relatively unharmed, you can break his other knee, my bloodthirsty little mate. You behave while I’m gone.”
“I will.”
She walked out to the foyer with him. The other men had gathered and were walking out and down to where several Zodiacs were waiting. The mates of the men going on the raid and several other pack members watched them depart. Oliver had ordered their own patrols beefed up and had moved the remainder of the pack up to the main house until their return.
“Oliver?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Remember what I said.”
He could hear all the fear and worry in her voice, as could the rest of the pack. He crossed back over to her and kissed her again. He nuzzled her neck and whispered, “Do not fear, my Rozalyn. I’ll be back in plenty of time to part your thighs and have my way with you.”
She giggled and blushed as he kissed her one last time and then turned to lead his men out into the night.
Roz turned to Liza. “What did you tell him?” Liza asked.
“What I should have told him weeks ago.” Roz mentally and physically shook herself. “Okay, let’s go organize some games and stuff for folks to do. We don’t need to all be sitting around fretting.”
* * *
Oliver had hand-picked his men. Each had either Special Ops or Covert Ops experience. They took two Zodiacs. With eight of them, it meant they could easily accommodate the seven men they were after and spirit them back to the pack’s dungeons. They would leave three men behind to clean up, hide any vehicles they had with them, and settle the bill for the rental cottage.
Oliver’s men were all armed with automatic weapons and hand guns, all with silencers. Silencers for automatic weaponry were notoriously short-lived, but Oliver believed they could take the band of men who posed a threat to the pack quietly and efficiently—he hoped without firing a shot.
The night was perfect for this type of operation—cloudy with no moon and few stars. They had the use of night goggles and the dark sky would help hide their approach and their departure. They turned off the engines on the Zodiacs and let the current take them onto the beach. Securing their boats where they would be difficult to see, and leaving two men behind with them, they set out for the isolated beach cabin.
Oliver and his men moved into position surrounding the house. There was only one guard. Bash silently slipped around him and got him in a sleeper hold. When the man was out like a light, Bash dragged him back into the bush, tied and gagged him and took up his place beside Oliver.
The remaining men inside had been drinking heavily. When Oliver and his men burst through the front and back doors with their guns drawn, there was little struggle and virtually no defense on their part. Without a shot being fired, the invaders were quickly rounded up, bound, and taken back to the boats. Two men picked up and carried the sleeping guard who was still unconscious. Oliver had final instructions for the three men left behind to clean up and told them to get back to the island as soon as they could.
Once everyone was loaded into the boats, they moved away and headed back to their island compound. Oliver removed the gags on the Serbian wolf with a limp and that of the man Bash had allowed to live.
“So, my European friend, what brings you back? I would have thought your defeat at the hands of the women of Bae Diogel would have taught you a lesson about attacking American packs.”
“You can’t do this. We weren’t doing anything to you.”
“You snuck into my house under the guise of being a server at a party being held there. You take up with this group of mutts. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that at the very least you are trespassing in my territory. Good manners would have made you check in with me. Instead, you secret yourself into my home and quietly plot something that I’m sure would not endear you to my mate.”
“What’s your bitch got to do with it?”
Bash went to backhand him and Oliver stayed his hand. “Now, now, Bash. You know I promised him to Roz. For some reason she wants to break his other knee.”
“What do you mean, other knee?”
“My beloved mate used to be with Bae Diogel. She’s the one who broke the knee that causes you to have a pronounced limp, which by the way is how we identified you in the first place. And then this mongrel next to you is someone to whom I once showed mercy. I won’t make that mistake again. You might ask him what happens when you hunt in my territory and harm those who live under my protection.”
The Serbian wolf looked at the man sitting next to him. “What’s he talking about?”
Bash spoke. “He and a group from his pack once came hunting and turned two young women without their consent. The lovely Kincanon sisters. Liza became my mate and Roz is mate to my alpha. Showing up here again was not one of your better ideas. As I recall, I warned you to never violate our territory again.” Even in the darkness, it was easy to see the survivor’s face drain of color. “I think your chances of surviving this second incursion are pretty much slim to none.”
“We were desperate for mates. They would have come round.”
Both Bash and Oliver laughed out loud as did the other men of their pack. “Liza perhaps might have come round after a while. After all the change did cure her cancer. But Roz? Roz would have killed you all.”
“You can’t just kidnap us. People will know we’re missing…”
“They might know, but they won’t care. Your bill is being settled; your cars put into storage for safekeeping and the rental cleaned. By morning no one will remember you were ever here.”
“What do you plan to do with us?”
“You’ll be guests at my estate until I decide your fate. You should know, the Calon Gwyllt and New Orleans packs are both aware of your foray into my territory. And should you think they might listen to your pleas, you should be advised that their alphas are both mated to women who at one time were Bae Diogel. One married their alpha and the other married the woman who killed three of your men. Once we’ve extracted whatever useful information you may have, we’ll make a final decision, based on that usefulness, about whether you live or die.”
Oliver turned his back on the men and looked toward their destination, the caverns at the base of the cliffs. They would take them up through the cliff itself and install them in the dungeons.
Bash turned to the men who were now their captives. “Were I you, I’d start thinking how I might ingratiate myself to our alpha. I have to say he’s inclined to let his mate exact her revenge. He’s a very indulgent fellow where she is concerned.” Watching their comprehension dawn as to just how dire their circumstances were made Bash begin to laugh.
* * *
The captives were led up steep, slippery steps made all the more difficult to navigate by being bound. The men began to struggle as they realized the term dungeon was an apt and literal description of where they were about to find themselves.
Oliver had to stop himself from laughing out loud and vowed to remind himself to congratulate his mate on truly coming into her own as the newest great lady of the Hamptons pack. As they reached the relative safety and level floor of the dungeon, they were greeted with the area being lit by ancient torches set in the wall… even though electricity was readily available.
Roz looked as though she had stepped out of another era. She wore skin-tight black jeans tucked into high black boots. Her casual linen shirt had a deep V-neck with lacing and was obviously a man’s. She had it laced so that a substantial amount of cleavage was showing. Her hair fell loosely past her shoulders and she wore both the diamond solitaire necklace and earrings he had given her for the party. Her smoky eyes complemented the subtlety of the rest of her makeup. On either side of her stood two of the larger members of their pack looking particularly vicious.
“Hello, my beloved,” she crooned. “Did you bring me presents?”
“Presents
as in plural? I know you wanted to break this Serbian mutt’s other knee but did you want to damage more of them?”
Roz walked forward, embraced him, and kissed him deeply. When she broke off the kiss, she nuzzled his throat and purred at him. The prisoners were decidedly uncomfortable.
“Well, when that one turned Liza and me, we weren’t in any shape to do anything about it. And you had Bash kill the rest. I thought either Liza or I should get to dispose of this one.” She turned in his arms so that her back was resting against his chest. “And since the change did cure Liza’s cancer, we thought it would seem ungrateful if she did it. Besides Bash told her she was not to leave their room.” She leaned toward the prisoners and said in a false, conspiratorial whisper, “I think Bash likes keeping my sister in their room… usually naked and confined to their bed.” She pointed at the Serbian wolf who had been part of the raid at Bae Diogel. “You and I have unfinished business. Your little raid cost my old pack; you have much to answer for.”
“But, sweetheart, I thought you had decided you loved being with me,” said Oliver, enjoying her show as much as the rest of his pack.
Roz leaned back into him and rubbed herself against him. “I do, my beloved. But as you said, we are fated mates. They did nothing that gave help or hindrance to that.”
The Serbian wolf pulled back and struggled against his bonds. “Keep her away from me. Those women were crazed. There weren’t but eight of them. They would have liked to have killed all of us, but some of us got away.”
“Ollie, you said I could have him. I’m sure the others know just as much,” she said, pouting.
“I don’t know, my sweet. As frightening as it is, I think he may be the brightest of the bunch.”
“I am. I know all of the moving parts of this. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Just don’t kill me…” The Serbian wolf had begun to sweat.
“I don’t have to kill him,” Roz crooned. “Couldn’t I just hurt him a bit?”
“Sweetheart, you know I don’t like it when you play with your food.”
“Just this once?” She smiled up at Oliver.
“No… well, I’ll give you a choice.”
“That’s nice. I like choices.”
“You can hurt him all you like without killing him or we can retire upstairs to our bed where I will knot and tie you.”
“From behind again?” she asked sweetly. Oliver nodded. “Well, that isn’t much of a choice. I choose our bed and you. Bash, sweetie?”
“Yes, mistress?” he said, using every ounce of self-control not to burst out laughing.
“Hurt him just a bit extra for me, won’t you?”
“But of course, mistress. And tell your sweet sister, my much loved mate I may be a while.”
Oliver turned with Roz and her two escorts and regally ascended the stairs. The expedition team quickly put all of the men save the Serbian wolf with the bad knee in the waiting cells. The Serb began spilling his guts before his ass hit the seat of the chair. Within ten minutes, Bash had the basic timeline of the entire plot. He put the man in a cell by himself leaving two of the unmated men to guard them while the rest returned upstairs to their mates.
They wound their way through the tunnels until they exited into the main sitting room. Once the doorway was sealed so that no sound could make its way back down the stairs, the entire group, joined by Liza, Roz, Oliver, and the rest burst into gales of laughter.
Bash crossed over to his sister-in-law, took her face in his hands, and kissed both of her cheeks. He then took her hands in his and rubbed his forehead and then his cheeks against them in an age-old show of respect and loyalty.
“You were magnificent!” Bash said in a tone that was a mixture of admiration and affection. “You made all the great ladies of this pack who came before you proud. Not one of them holds a candle to you. And you,” he said, pointing to all the men who had been witness to her charade, “remind me never to play poker with any of you. Christ, Liza, you should have seen them. That your sister could be that scary didn’t surprise me, but not one of them so much as cracked a smile. For those of you who missed it? I feel for you. One of the most truly inspired performances I have ever witnessed.”
Roz laughed. “I particularly liked it when Oliver told me he didn’t like it when I played with my food. Oh, my God, did you see the color drain from their faces? I can’t wait to tell Sky and Darby.”
Oliver cleared his throat. “I’m not sure you needed to show quite that much cleavage.”
Roz batted at him playfully, “Lighten up. It’s not like any of the good bits were showing. Now why don’t you take me to bed and you can look at all the good bits I kept covered up.”
Oliver laughed. “An excellent idea, my mate. I take it, Bash, you got what you needed?”
“Yes, he couldn’t start talking fast enough. I didn’t even have to ask him a question. He just started spilling his guts. And it can all keep until morning. We’ve a lot of work ahead, but I think this night’s effort will put us in a good place to be triumphant and teach that European rabble as well as the mongrels here at home that the Americas bow to no pack; that our women are sacred to us. And that we will fight, die, and kill, if we have to, in order to keep them safe.”
* * *
Roz opened her eyes and looked through the wall of windows to see the sun making its way above the far horizon. She thought she would never tire of waking this way. Oliver had once again knotted and tied her from behind after he had loved her long and hard. The adrenaline from the raid combined with Roz’s performance had produced an inordinate amount of testosterone that needed quelling by his mate.
By the time his cock had recovered sufficiently from their vigorous coupling to form a knot, they were both already weary, but still in need of each other. As he had before, Oliver had placed Roz on her knees with her upper body stretched out onto the bed. He approached her on all fours, nuzzling and nipping at her. It was as if he was wolf and man at the same time. As he breached her, thrusting his knot deeply into her sheath from behind, she orgasmed and he began to rock her past the point of exhaustion. Intimately sealed and tied to her, he’d laid them on their bed intertwined in what had already become their favorite embrace. Sleep overtook them almost immediately.
As the last vestiges of sleep left her, she watched the sunlight skipping along the crests of the waves as they made it to shore. Tied to her mate in the most primal, erotic, and sensual way, his breath caressing her neck, she recognized for the very first time in her life, she was truly and utterly home, madly in love and deliriously happy with no reservations. She understood that although there might be storm clouds approaching, she was where she belonged, where she had always belonged, wrapped in the arms of her mate—a man and a wolf who had loved her before, loved her now, and would love her through all eternity.
The End
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