The Runaway Cat (Book 2 Cloverleah Pack Series)

by Oliver, Lisa

  “Lock the door,” Griff growled sensing Dean rushing to do his bidding. At this pre arranged signal, Kane, Shawn, Troy and Scott all moved forward to take care of the others in the room. But Georgio, well Georgio’s death was Griff’s and his alone.

  “Do you know what you have done, Georgio? Do you truly know who you have messed with?”

  One look at Georgio’s face would tell anyone that the man was terrified. He kicked and squealed and tried to get out of Griff’s grasp but the man wasn’t going anywhere. Griff’s hand on the man’s neck tightened.

  “But he’s a law agent. Why would you still want him if he is going to ruin your business and put you in jail?” Georgio gasped, still trying to salvage something out of the situation.

  “He’s my everything!” Griff roared, pulling his arm back and punching Georgio squarely in the face. The man’s head lolled back obscenely as Griff dropped him and fell on him raining punches on the man over and over as his anger at all that had been done to Diablo, his lover, poured out. Georgio screamed and yelled until Griff planted a solid thump to his groin area. That shut him up.

  Over and over Griff pummeled the man. Yes Griff could have just snapped Georgio’s neck but his hatred of what had been done to his mate was just part of his rage. The fact that this man had even touched Diablo was reason enough for death as far as he was concerned and he didn’t care that it was in the name of the job Diablo had been doing. Maybe if Georgio had left him and Diablo alone then the man might be able to live. But to abduct Diablo, drug him, leave him naked and bound for others to paw over. That was just too much for Griff and his wolf to handle. Griff just kept on pounding on the man until he felt Georgio’s life essence leave him. Only then did he stop and look to see what else was going on.

  There were bodies everywhere - no one who had been in the room when the pack entered was standing. Troy, Scott and Dean were in wolf form finishing off their kills. Kane and Shawn were with Diablo who was now off the rack, dressed in a suit similar to Griff’s and sitting on a small chair. Griff couldn’t take his eyes of his mate as he stood in one fluid motion and crossed the room in huge steps. Grabbing the man who had been watching him, with, was that love in his eyes, Griff swept Diablo into his arms and held him close to his heart, dipping his head into Diablo’s neck so that he could smell the apricots and spice that told him his mate was all right. Yes there were other scents on him as well but the core scent that soothed Griff’s senses was all Diablo. Only then could Griff start to breathe properly again.

  As he felt Diablo’s arms come up around him and hold him tight, Griff did what any man would do in his situation. He kissed his lover with all of the passion and angst and love and heartache, pain and anger that he could. And Diablo, the perfect mate that he was, just took it all, held on just as tightly and kissed him right back in exactly the same way.

  “Er…Griff…we should probably think about getting out of here.” Kane’s voice held a tinge of amusement but he was clearly concerned. “There are people coming. Do you think Tony has sent in back up after all?”

  Griff lifted his head and sniffed. “Yep, Tony and a whole bunch of agents. Hmm strange Tony came on this one himself; he hasn’t been out of his office in years.” Deciding not to ponder on that one too much he indicated that Troy, Scott and Dean should all shift back and get dressed as the pounding on the still locked door started.

  “FBI, Open Up!” Tony’s strident voice came through the door.

  “Honestly, does anyone actually do what they are told when the FBI start yelling like that?” Griff could hear Scott’s amused question as he strode to the door with Diablo firmly in his arms, tucked under his jacket and Kane and Shawn flanking his sides.

  “I want to talk to the man in charge,” Griff called out through the still closed door.

  “You need to open up and let us all in or we will use force if necessary,” Tony called back.

  “Na, uh, got an agent hostage in here. I want to talk to the man in charge and I’ll only let him in, no-one else.” Griff’s reply was positively cocky as he pulled Diablo even closer. Diablo just smiled and buried his face in Griff’s neck smelling his own unique scent. The relief he felt in being in his mate’s arms again was overwhelming.

  The men in the room could hear a heated debate going on in the hallway as more than one person tried to talk Tony out of coming into the room on his own. But Tony wasn’t the Director of the FBI for nothing and soon enough he called through the door.

  “All right, just me for now. Unlock the door.”

  Griff stepped back with Diablo while Kane got on one side of the door and Shawn got on the other. As Shawn unlocked and opened the door slightly, Kane reached through, grabbed the unsuspecting man and pulled him through quickly while Shawn closed and locked the door behind him. Thuds on the door indicated that more than one other person had hoped to try and get through the door at the same time. Griff grinned. The FBI was so predictable.

  Tony looked totally flustered for a moment, his arms gripped in Kane’s big hands. When he regained his footing he looked at Kane who simply gave him a grin and dropped his hold.

  “Just making sure you wouldn’t fall Director,” he said in his deep low voice stepping back and giving the man a chance to look around the room.

  “Bloody hell, Griff,” Tony said at last. “What a mess.”

  Griff looked around the room as though seeing it for the first time. He shrugged his shoulders and said simply, “they were touching my mate, what can I say?”

  “Your mate. Yes.” Tony looked at Diablo for the first time who was still wrapped around Griff. “You must be Diablo, I take it.”

  “Yes sir, Special Agent Derrick Franklin, pleased to meet you.” Diablo leaned forward to shake Tony’s hand but he didn’t let go of his grip on his mate. The previous twelve hours without Griff had been too long, too painful and far too hard to go through again.

  “Yes, well I had hoped it would be under better circumstances.” Tony at least had the grace to look embarrassed.

  “I did try to stop Griff from coming, sir,” Diablo said quietly. “I worked hard for the arrests I had lined up and I wanted them processed through the proper channels. You know that. But what Georgio did this time and what he planned to do. Well,” Diablo looked up at Griff, his eyes shining, “you can’t take a mate from a shifter or his pack and not expect to die for it. It’s just our way.”

  Tony blushed and looked around the room again. “Yes well I suppose it is all understandable, and Diablo I will make sure you will get the credit for the other arrest warrants which we are executing as we speak. But really guys how am I going to explain all of these bodies if I don’t take any of you into custody. You know vigilante style justice is not approved of in the courts and stuff it, Interpol is involved in all of this.”

  “Well,” said Griff easily, “That is why you are the head of the FBI and us blokes, well we are just ordinary citizens who just wanted to save our friend from a fate worse than death. I am sure you can work out the logistics and the paperwork.”

  “Yeah but Griff, some of these men. They look like they have been mauled by wild animals. How am I going to explain that type of thing in an autopsy?” Tony looked at the group of six men, all in suits and none of them looking particularly roughed up. He couldn’t help but wonder just what had happened before he arrived.

  “Will that be too much of a problem for you Director?” Shawn spoke up quietly, his voice a firm and confident contrast to Tony’s increasing agitation.

  “It’s definitely something that is going to be really difficult to explain,” Tony said as he looked at a couple of the bodyguards whose throats had been ripped open by what was very definitely teeth. Big teeth. He cast a surreptitious look around the room wondering who was responsible for that.

  “Let me take care of that aspect for you at least,” Shawn said equally quietly as he turned and threw up a huge blue ball of energy into the room. It expanded and then fell gracefully so tha
t it covered all of the dead bodies where they lay. Seconds later it dissipated and when Tony looked down at the ripped throat he had been staring at just moments before he could see that the wound had changed and instead resembled more of a garroting mark, than teeth. A quick glance at the other bodies showed that they too had more explainable marks of death on their corpses.

  “Who are you?” Tony asked Shawn in wonder.

  “Nobody you need to know,” Shawn responded with a smile. “Just a friend of Griff and Diablo like the rest of us.”

  “Can all of you do things like that,” said Tony as he looked at the others. It was Kane who answered as he came up and swept Shawn into his arms - the move as possessive as hell and from the smile on Shawn’s face, he loved it.

  “My mate,” Kane enunciated the words carefully so Tony would understand, “is just a little bit special that’s all. Nothing anyone else needs to know about, right?”

  If there was a few teeth showing and a touch of a snarl in his voice as Kane spoke to Tony, who knew, but Tony got the message and he nodded in reply. “Of course your secret, or should I say secrets,” he added looking at the other men, “are all safe with me.” He grimaced at Griff. “Regardless of how this is going to look on paper you guys all did a terrific service to both this country and the face of international crime today and I do thank you, all of you.”

  “You can thank us by not kicking up a stink about the hotel bill you will be getting from this little venture. What do you think,” Griff said looking at Kane. “Do you reckon we could all take a few days and have some fun in Baton Rouge here? They have casinos and dancing and plenty of food from room service.”

  This time it was Kane’s turn to grin. “Why the hell not. But,” he pinned Griff with a gleam in his eye, “we all get separate rooms. Some of us like our privacy.”

  Griff’s answering grin turned feral as he looked at Diablo still curled up by his side. “Yes we do, don’t we.” He was pleased to see an answering need in Diablo’s eyes. Suddenly it seemed really important to get out of the tacky room in the club filled with dead bodies. Especially when a hotel suite, with a warm bed and a hot bath was waiting for them.

  Looking at Tony Griff asked, “So are we all good now?”

  “You mean you guys are all just going to walk out of here leaving me with a room full of dead bodies? I can’t even take you in for questioning or anything?” The incredulity in Tony’s voice would be funny if he wasn’t so serious.

  “None of us are going near a police station or a field office Tony, you know that.” Griff was quite firm on this point.

  “But Diablo, you at least have to come in and finish off your report for this case. You are still employed with us until tomorrow.” Tony tried again.

  Diablo took one last deep breath of his mate’s intoxicating scent and then stood up straight and pulled out of Griff’s embrace. Standing tall he stalked over to where Tony was standing every inch the strong and deadly cat shifter that he was. Looming over the man he spoke softly but with deadly intent.

  “Director, I have been beaten, I have been abducted. I have been drugged and laid out naked like a piece of meat for those scum to paw all over me. The man was going to sell me, Director, as a sex slave. All because of the FBI. You weren’t going to come in until tomorrow because you wanted all of your paperwork and your bureau posturing sorted. I could have been dead or spirited out of the country by then. I. Owe. You. Nothing.” And ignoring Tony’s dazed expression Diablo sauntered back to Griff latching his long arm around his waist. “Come on lover, let’s go find a bed.”

  Griff grinned at Tony and without another word he unlocked the door and Angel Bandures complete with entourage walked through the mass of agents all waiting with guns drawn, out through the club and into the waiting limousine. Nobody dared to stop them.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  By the time they had got the other men settled in suites of their own and Griff and Diablo finally made it to Angel’s suite, Griff was all over Diablo like a man possessed. Diablo, who had never seen this side of his mate before tried to slow him down, calm him down a bit. Diablo really wanted a shower because he didn’t want the scent of others on his skin to upset Griff’s wolf. But Griff would not be stopped.

  “Griff, honey, please let me have a shower first, ha, then I am all yours,” Diablo tried. He looked deep into Griff’s eyes and could see the wolf lurking beneath.

  “Need you mate. Need you now.” Griff snarled as he tugged, pulled and ripped Diablo’s clothes from his body. Within minutes Diablo was naked and thrust back against the door of the suite. He clung to Griff’s massive biceps even as he continued to try and get his mate to stop.

  “My cat, Griff, I don’t know if…” Diablo couldn’t even get the words out before Griff’s mouth covered his in a blistering, claiming kiss.

  Don’t stop me! Need you too much. Griff’s roar pounded through Diablo’s head even as flipped a packet of lube out of his suit pants pocket and quickly opened it coating his fingers before plunging two of them into Diablo’s ass. Diablo hissed at the burn, but said nothing and he continued to say nothing as Griff quickly added another finger. After all, what could he say? His own cock was rock hard and already leaking and his cat, while being a bit bitchy seemed to recognize that in this moment it was Griff and his wolf that was in control.

  As Griff’s hand rocked into him Diablo moaned as he felt the flood of pleasure seep through his nerve endings and he started to move into Griff’s thrusts, his own breath picking up speed as he became caught up in the sheer carnality of the moment. All too soon Griff had removed his fingers and swiped the residue of lube over his own cock. Grabbing Diablo’s thighs in his huge hands he hoisted Diablo up against the door even further and then quickly plunged into his mate. Not stopping until his balls were flush with Diablo’s ass. Diablo hissed at the harsh entry and forced his muscles to relax around Griff’s cock willing away the burn and discomfort.

  Only once he was fully seated did Griff stop for a brief moment. He kissed Diablo savagely on the mouth before peppering kisses and bites along his jaw line and his neck. “Need you mate. Need you to be mine. My mate, my lover, mine,” he snarled as his oral assault continued.

  Diablo just managed to gasp out, “yours Griff,” when Griff started to move. He pulled his cock almost all of the way out of Diablo’s shaft before plunging back in again. As Griff felt Diablo’s muscles quiver and ripple against him he started thrusting in and out, getting faster and faster as his own frantic needs consumed him. The need to possess, to claim, to consume the man beneath him. Diablo’s back was pushed against the door with each inward thrust. His ass felt like it was on fire and his balls stung as they were pounded by Griff every time the man bottomed out. His breath coming in urgent pants Diablo knew that all he could do was hang on and ride this out.

  Bracing his arms on Griff’s shoulders, Diablo laced his hands behind Griff’s neck and buried his face in Griff’s hair. He managed to lift up his lower legs higher still and wrap them just above Griff’s hips. This tilted his body giving his mate more access to him and Griff signaled his pleasure by thrusting even faster and deeper than before. It was mating at its most animalistic level and Diablo’s initial feeling of discomfort quickly morphed into rising pleasure and excitement as he allowed his mind to connect with Griff’s.

  While he could see the overriding need for Griff to possess him on a basic level, he looked deeper and as Diablo did that he could share and experience the sheer level of hell that Griff had gone through in the twelve hours Diablo had been captured. Diablo’s absence had been pure torture for Griff who had gone through panic and pain as well as intense anger once he realized what had happened and who actually had Diablo. Even as he clung on to his mate’s rutting body Diablo vowed to himself that he would never be parted from Griff again, for any reason.

  All too soon Diablo could feel Griff’s cock swell even further and as Griff climaxed, pulsing his seed deep into Diablo’s shaft he
raised his head and plunged his teeth into Diablo’s mating mark, deeper and harder than ever before. Diablo’s initial shock at the pain quickly receded into the most amazing levels of pleasure and his own cock spurted its release between them. As the smell of spunk filled the air Griff lifted his mouth and roared “MINE” in a voice so loud and so deep Diablo was sure the whole hotel could hear it.

  Diablo just continued to hang on to Griff’s shuddering body, his own body sated, his cat purring, he whispered words of love and acceptance into his mate’s ear as Griff allowed his orgasm to drain out all of the anger and pain he had gone through. When Griff’s cock finally softened enough to slip free of its warm haven he gave a deep sigh, his arms wrapping around the man he thought he had lost. Diablo’s legs slowly fell down Griff’s body and he struggled to find his feet on the floor, his head nestled in Griff’s neck inhaling the man’s delicious scent. Griff palmed Diablo’s chin and bought his head back up, his lips meeting Diablo’s this time in softness and love.

  “Shower,” he said gruffly and when Diablo nodded Griff swung his arm down behind Diablo’s knees and swept him off his feet. Stalking towards the bathroom Griff settled Diablo onto the toilet seat while he got the water started. When it was hot enough he gently pulled Diablo in with him, letting Diablo get the full force of the water over his aching muscles.

  Diablo groaned when he felt Griff’s hands, soft with soap run slowly over his body, cleansing and massaging all in one go. He literally purred as he felt Griff’s thick strong fingers moving through his scalp as he washed and conditioned Diablo’s long blond hair and when he was finally clean Diablo stood quietly as Griff dried him gently with the thick fluffy towels that only seemed to be found in a high end hotel. By the time Griff had picked him up again and placed him carefully on the suite’s master bedroom’s California King Diablo had never felt so pampered, spoilt or cherished.

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