by Delta James
“You would never let him lay a hand on me.”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t. But he could tell me quick enough if you were disobeying me and I’d come up here and deal with you. Is that what you need? To know I will put the Coalition on hold while I discipline you?”
“But you said I could stay involved,” she said, not liking the way her voice sounded whiney.
“And you can. But I also told you I’d keep you at a safe distance. I’m not so besotted with you, my beloved, that I am not well aware that if you get the information you need and the Coalition isn’t moving fast enough that you won’t go after another group of those girls.”
Cameron laughed at the look of shock on her face. “What? You don’t think that I figured out that your little speech about it wouldn’t be running away from me if you ended up missing was a warning? Irish, I’m smarter than that. So loose in our bedroom or standing in the corner being watched over by our beta?”
Riley walked to the French doors out onto the balcony. “I don’t need information from your precious Coalition. I can get my own.”
“That might not be as easy as it was before, sweetheart. We found the piggyback program Ava had Anna came up with. That was a clever piece of work. Your information pipeline has been effectively shut down. Loose or corner?”
“If you let me take this plug out, I’ll stay up in our room.”
“Not one of the choices you were given. The plug stays where it is. And the longer you fuss and fume about it, the longer it will stay. Loose or corner?”
“Loose,” she said morosely as her eyes shot daggers at him.
“Be a good girl and as soon as I’m done, I’ll take it out and we’ll take the horses for a ride.”
“You could do that now, and I could be ready.”
“Or I could rethink my offer and just let the plug stay in your bottom for the rest of the day.”
“Fine,” she said, turning her back on him.
As his hand connected with her ass, not only did it sting, but it jolted the butt plug inside of her and she yowled.
“Do you want to behave now or should I keep the Coalition members waiting and then tell them I was late because apparently my mate either needs to have my cock up her pussy or my hand being applied to her backside in order to behave?”
“I’m sorry, Cameron. I’ll be good.”
He crossed over to her and kissed her forehead as he patted her rump affectionately.
“See that you are, Irish.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Cameron left the room. Riley pulled on one of his shirts. She thought about removing the plug and then realized if he caught her without it there would be hell to pay. She opened the door and walked out onto the balcony. The view was spectacular. The vastness of the Texas landscape spread out before her. She was fairly certain that Wolf Meadow’s boundaries were beyond the horizon.
There was a knock at the door before Amy stuck her head in. “Want some company? Is that allowed when you’re in seclusion even though I saw Cam go downstairs?”
“I’d love some company and do you really care if it’s allowed?”
Amy smiled engagingly. “Not particularly. Unless Sam finds out. He’s become a real stickler for having me mind. When we first came together, he was a lot easier to deal with.”
“My mate, your brother must be a bad influence.”
“You have no idea,” agreed Amy. “What’s he doing downstairs anyway?”
“The Coalition has a conference call so of course I, who have more dealings with the hyenas that took these girls than the rest of them put together, am excluded. They are so thick-headed and stubborn.”
“True,” said Amy, grinning. “But when they discovered the piggyback program, Ava got instructions to me and the others about how to hack into their feed. So, if you want to know what’s going on...”
Amy handed her tablet to Riley. They sat on the bed. The plug in Riley’s ass was quickly forgotten as they listened in to the conference call.
The men had uncovered information regarding an exclusive auction for several women that were considered true prizes. Only one had been turned. The other two had were shifter-born. It was the turned female who was said to be the jewel of the auction. She was reputed to have a turned sister who had already born a female shifter. She was reported to be beautiful and spirited. The men were trying to see if they couldn’t figure out when and where the auction would take place.
The phone conversation then moved on to other more pressing and larger matters. Such things as how to get more packs involved; how to get the Ruling Council to place some kind of sanctions on the packs that Riley attacked; and the fact that some packs were pushing for the unknown woman who had killed some of the male wolves holding these women to be brought to justice.
Any concerns Cameron might have had for Riley being turned over were quickly dispersed by the Coalition. They assured him that if anyone were to find out her identity and if the Council tried to move against her that the latter would find themselves facing the full strength and fury of the combined packs.
As the conversation moved on to other things, Riley walked to the balcony.
“You said you and our women have my back... truthfully?”
“Absolutely,” said Amy. “We’re all willing to take them on. This whole thing hasn’t set right with any of us. And Cameron putting the kibosh on any of us leaving the ranch without what he considers a proper escort didn’t go over well. Shit, Sam won’t even let me go for a run in the hills and Gabe has restricted anyone riding to staying within our pastures, or again, having an escort. It’s stupid. It’s not like we can’t all ride and shoot as well as they can.”
“Good. I know where that auction is going to be. And I know when. The non-shifter? She sacrificed herself for me and the last girls I got out of Belfast. I swore to her I would be there and get her out.”
“What do you need us to do?”
“For now... nothing. The auction is in about three weeks up in Montreal. Any chance Heather can get a message to Darby?”
Again, Amy grinned. “Want to talk to her yourself?”
“I’d love to. Can you arrange that?”
“You bet.”
Riley watched as Amy punched some keys and within short order handed the tablet back to Riley. This time she found herself staring into Darby’s face.
“It’s been a long time, Blondie.”
“Far too long, Irish. I take it you listened to that bullshit call? And they think we don’t know what’s going on. What’s up?”
“That auction they barely mentioned? It’s in three weeks in Montreal. One of the women gave herself up so I could escape with that last batch of girls. I promised her I’d be there. I mean to keep that promise.”
“What do you need?”
“Passports. Just dummies for them; I can fake the photos. But I need one for me that will hold up to a little more scrutiny.”
“I thought you had some?” asked Darby.
“Cam gave me his horse as bonding gift and demanded my passports in return.”
Darby laughed. “Of course he did. I can arrange that. I don’t really know anyone here and I doubt I have time to find someone and make sure we can trust them. But I think Skylar knows someone so I’ll work with her. Regardless of how I do it, I’ll get it done. Three weeks, you say?”
“I know... not a lot of time.”
“We’ll have to make it enough. I’ll see if I can get my pirate to take me to Galveston.”
Amy piped up, “I know I wasn’t at Bae Diogel with you two, but I have an idea.”
Both Darby and Riley smiled. “Bae Diogel was never about excluding anybody and was always about going with the best idea regardless of who suggested it.”
“Why don’t I get our pack to bug Cam about doing a big reception/party to celebrate his finding and bringing home his fated mate? In all the excitement and activity going on at the party that night, we can get Riley out of here,
into Galveston and headed for Montreal.”
Riley put her arm around her. “I knew you were going to be the best of little sisters.”
Darby nodded. “Riley, this may work better if it’s more than just you alone. A small group of us will have a better chance and be even less conspicuous than a lone she-wolf. I know Jean-Michel would want to attend a celebration like Amy suggested, and I’m betting some of the others will too—especially with a little encouragement from their mates.”
“That might not be a bad idea. I’ve always worked alone because I could move more swiftly from place to place. This will most likely be my last hurrah... unless we find out something about Shannon.” Riley turned to Amy. “Shannon is Catherine DeMedici’s sister. When I was in Italy, I gave Catherine my word that if she needed me to go with or for her to get Shannon, I would.”
“Cameron is going to be keeping a close eye on you. Let me contact the others. I think a small band of us might best,” said Darby.
Riley nodded. “You, me, Roz, Skylar, Maddie, Catherine, and Ava?”
“That’s who I would think. All of us have different skill sets that could prove useful. If this is as big an auction as Jean-Michel thinks, the place will be heavily guarded and they’ll be looking for you.”
“I could go,” said Amy.
Riley hugged her. “And I love you for wanting to. But you don’t have the actual experience the rest of us have. We’re going to need people in strategic places to help. You know your brother. He’s going to be fit to be tied and looking for my head. You’re going to have to misdirect them and you will catch hell for it.”
“I can do it, Riley. I can buy you time.”
She grinned at her. “I knew you could.”
“And Bethan,” said Darby. “Roz and Ava both say Bethan is one tough cookie and she’s in Wales, perhaps she can redirect Marco. Amy, you’re going to have to deal with Jean-Michel. He can be pretty intimidating when he’s annoyed. And me putting myself in danger, that will piss him off royally.”
Riley watched as Darby’s eyes lit up and she rubbed her hands together.
“Darby Gautier, I have seen that look before. It does not bode well for any man that gets in your way,” said Riley.
“I haven’t had this much fun since those Serbian mutts came calling. While Catherine, Skylar, and Maddie were off finding the Dutch connection, I was stuck here at home under lock and key... literally. Poor JD; I gave him hell when they went on that raid. Then I felt bad. He should have been with Jean-Michel. But I’d have gone through Geoff like a hot knife through butter and then had Summer to answer to.”
“How is she settling in to having a mate?”
“She is one very, very happy girl. You know how she was when you were with us at Bae Diogel. Even more so. She really is the perfect mate for an omega and she dotes on Jean-Michel. Oh, who am I kidding, all the women in our pack dote on Jean-Michel... me most of all.”
“What do you think? Party in three weeks?”
Darby nodded. “I think so. That’s not going to leave any margin for error, but if we’re going to get those women in Montreal, we’re going to have to move fast. Monstrous.” She shook her head.
“That’s the word for it,” said Amy, “monstrous.”
Riley put her hand on Amy’s arm. “It will be all right. We’ll get them. You’d better leave before they find you here and we both get into trouble. We probably need to be on our best behavior between now and the party.”
“Then we can show them what a couple of bad asses we really are,” Amy said, smiling.
Riley closed the door behind her. She paced in their room, wandering on and off the balcony. It seemed the longer the stupid plug was inside her the more she liked it and the more aroused she became. She pulled Cameron’s shirt away from her body and looked down at her breasts to see that her nipples were hard. She felt the all too familiar sensation of her arousal starting to pool between her legs. No doubt about it... she had a serious thing for Cameron.
She felt his approach before he reached the door to their room. Cameron entered with his mind clearly on other things. As he came through the door, she could see him inhale and his body lose its tension.
“I’m not sure I like that when you catch my scent, especially when I’m aroused, that it makes you relax.”
“Not relax, Irish,” he said, crossing to her and pulling her into his arms. “Refocus on what is most important to me—my mate and her desire.”
He ran his hands up under her shirt and then back down to cup her rear. Riley purred at him and stretched up to kiss him. Cameron held her close and lightly tapped the butt plug, making her moan. His response was a growl that was pure seduction. As he pulled her closer, he slipped one of his thighs between hers. Riley rubbed herself along it.
“Do you need your pussy spanked to remind you that you don’t pleasure yourself?” Cameron asked.
“Do you need reminding that I too am alpha and will choose to brave your ire if you don’t take care of my needs?”
He laughed. “You are a pistol, Irish. You already got yourself spanked and made to have a plug in your bottom for giving me grief, and yet you persist.”
“I am alpha,” she whispered as she slid her arms out of the shirt and rubbed her hardened nipples along his chest.
“Yes, you are,” Cameron said, his voice filling with lust. “You are my alpha and my mate. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“If you don’t know the answer to that, I’d best go find another who isn’t quite so thick-headed.”
He swatted her behind, which caused the butt plug to move inside her and shoot a fresh jolt of arousal through her system. She sighed his name. Cameron kept her within the circle of his arms but walked her back to their bed. He pushed her onto it, allowing her only to slide into the middle of it before leaning down over her.
In one move he reached between her legs for her swollen clit as his mouth latched on to one of her nipples in an almost painful manner. Riley arched her body upward, seeking closer contact with his. Keeping his thumb on the little nub between her legs, he inserted a finger into her pussy and smiled at how wet she was.
Riley reached up and opened the front of his jeans. Bracing her feet on the bed itself, she raised her pelvis so that the very sheath he stroked was lined up with his cock as she pushed his jeans down over his muscular buttocks and more than halfway down his thighs. His muffled chuckle as he continued to suck her tit made her groan in frustration.
“There, there, little wolf. Do you need your mate to fuck you?”
“Yes, damn it!”
Cameron kissed, nuzzled, and licked his way up to her mouth before kissing her deeply and whispering against her lips, “Then ask me nice.”
“Please, Cameron, I need you. Fuck me, please?”
“Much better,” he rumbled.
He knelt between her legs and cupped her bottom in his hands, raising her back up so that he could more easily claim what they both knew was his. One of his hands delved between her butt cheeks and gently manipulated the plug.
As she cried out from his fondling, Cameron drove his cock as deep as he could into her very wet, very needy, very responsive pussy. She barely had time to catch her breath from the first orgasm before her body began racing to the next.
Cameron settled into a steady rhythm of stroking her deeply as he played with the butt plug. The sensations from either alone would have made her climax but combined they caused her orgasm to be explosive. She clung to Cameron and clawed at his back. He seemed not to notice and continued to pummel her pussy, seeking to get even deeper.
Riley struggled to try to get him to allow her to move freely with him, but he was having none of it. He held her steady and when she would try to break free he would not only growl but roll an alpha wave at her to ensure she knew who was dominant. Finally, she began to nibble on his collarbone. It was an odd sensation to be climaxing hard against him and at the same time feeling frustrated that he would not allow he
r any semblance of control and seemed intent on riding her hard into a sexual oblivion.
“Give to me, Riley. I want everything, do you hear me... everything.”
How had he known? She’d always kept one small part of her psyche to herself—separate from their union. Even when he was deeply knotted in her and rocking her until she was past reason and coherent thought, there was a part that eluded him. And she now felt he knew it. Cameron would settle for nothing less than all of her. The thought terrified her but as soon as she acknowledged it, behind it came a wave of alpha energy from him reminding her that he reserved nothing from her and that she could do no less for him.
Riley let go. Her spirit floated up above them. She not only felt the power he had over her, but could see it as well. She recognized the moment that he sensed he had finally claimed all of her. No longer would she hold a part of herself aloof. She searched her emotions for something that felt wrong, but no negativity existed in her where Cameron was concerned. Her alpha cowboy shifter had staked his claim on her entire being—heart, mind, body, and soul—and she could find nothing but joy in his doing so.
Her soul rejoined her body as Cameron began to seek his own release. His grip on her buttocks became tighter and his powerful body drove him into her again and again. His cum jettisoned into her pussy as it spasmed around his cock, helping him empty all of himself into her. When he had completely spent himself in her, he collapsed on her body, holding her close, basking for a moment in her complete surrender before rolling over on his back taking her with him.
“Jesus, Riley. Every time I think it can’t get better, it does. Do you have any idea how much you please me? How you complete me? I never knew I wasn’t until you. Never realized that the very best part of me was missing.”
“But you seemed so sure of everything even that morning in my loft...”
