‘No,’ I shot back, continuing to run.
I felt that he was not behind me anymore, and I turned to see him stop in the field.
‘We need to talk,’ he panted.
I shifted back to a human form and walked toward him. We sat in the grass and stared at each other for a moment. I knew what he was thinking, he was worried about our safety.
The light evening breeze kept blowing errant strands of grass to brush against me. It was making me a little turned on.
We were beside the riverbank near his old house, sitting on the edge as the river flowed gently. This place was our new favourite. It was secured enough to discuss sensitive issues, and there was no chance of breaking any furniture if things got a little wild.
“Well, what did you find out from Meg?” Lucian asked, breaking a blade of grass absentmindedly.
“She told me quite a lot, that Tylor guy used to hang around with some rogues who had created a biker gang,” I explained everything which I had gathered from Meg.
“That’s especially useful information, Alice. We can track that gang and finish off those rouges for good.” He said, a little distracted.
“She also mentioned a woman, who is helping them. Do you reckon it might be Regina?” I asked, touching his shoulder.
“It’s a possibility, Dallas mentions those rogues didn’t have a scent, that’s the reason they were able to sneak into their pack land. Unlike other packs, they do not have any electronic surveillance systems. Heck! They do not even own cell phones. Moonstone was one of the most primitive and feral packs. So, we can say they were a soft target. But despite our modern weapons and security, we are also at risk.”
He looked ahead at the dark waters.
“I think they are using the scent masking spells, that can only be made by witches, aunt Flora made them for me to avoid vampires. I used that to escape from you at the service station.” I confessed.
He raised an eyebrow,” that explains it.”
“This attack was not a one-off, the rogues have sent a message.” He added.
“A message?”
“Yes, that they are getting stronger, and they are coming for us. They have a witch helping them. Probably Regina.” He said with finality.
“We have to increase the patrols first and add more infrared cameras in the forests. Currently, anything inside the forest is not secure,” he added.
“I will talk to aunt Flora about this Regina and what kind of magical stuff she could
be creating for the rouges,” I said.
“We must increase defences training sessions for the pack, everyone above 16 must join.” He added.
Lucian and I talked for a long time, sitting there. Planning defences, catching the rogues and getting other packs involved. Lucian seemed to get relaxed. Eventually, we decided on the strategy required to finish off this gang for good. “How do you feel now?” I asked him.
“Better, I was somewhat shaken by the carnage at the moonstone pack.” He spoke.
“I guessed so, hence I thought an outing would make you feel better,” I smiled.
The wind blew and the grass behind me tickled across my mid-back. I arched toward Lucian at the sensation. He raised an eyebrow and his interest started to rise.
“So, will you forgive Meg now?” I asked expectantly.
He chuckled.
“You’ll never let this go, isn’t it?”
“Not until you agree.”
“Alright, convince me,” he said crawling up to me.
“And how would the Alpha like to be convinced?” I asked mischievously.
“Surprise me,” he whispered.
His lips were on mine a second later. He cradled my head and nibbled at my lower lip. As the kiss deepened, I moaned into his mouth.
He pushed me back until I was flat on my back in the long grass. He kissed and nibbled my mark, making me moan with pleasure. He shifted to my breasts and gave them some attention. We tussled for a bit, then I flipped him over, getting on top.
“You are at my mercy, pack leader,” I joked.
“What are you planning to do with me,” he smirked.
I moved back and caught his rigid shaft, leaning forward I licked his base to tip as I watched his eyes.
“Go ahead,” he whispered.
My mouth closed on the head of his shaft and I took him deep. Grunting softly, he
ran his hands through my hair. Gripping the back of my head, he pulled me forward until I took him to the root.
“That’s wonderful,” he moaned, massaging the back of my head.
I liked him like this, completely at my mercy. Looking into his eyes, I put my lips gently on him and sucked hard. As I withdrew off the thick rod, I slid my tongue over the base, licking and stimulating.
He took most of his weight on his elbow and leaned back. I slid my mouth over his whole shaft, slow at first, then faster. Soon, I could feel him pulsating in my mouth, he arched his back in pleasure and groaned as he climaxed.
I was happy to serve my mate; it was a heavenly feeling. Lana loved it.
“Is this why you tempted me out here, mate?” he asked, pulling me up to lie on him. He grabbed my ass and kneaded it.
“Kind of,” I answered, playful, offering him my throat to nibble on.
“Meg is forgiven,” he said.
“Really?” I looked at him excitedly.
“Yes, but just this once. Don’t make it a habit,” he warned.
He flipped me over, pinning me under him.
“You mean I can’t tempt you out for having my way with you?” I asked mischievously.
He wrapped my legs around his waist and ground into me, as the soft grass rubbed my back.
“You can always have your way with me, but that doesn’t mean you can get anything approved.” He replied, nibbling my neck.
I wanted to argue more, but his thrusts were too distracting.
“And get back Eliza into the pack?” I panted through his thrusts.
“Yes, now will you shut up!” he said, breathing hard as he swelled inside me.
I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. It was early morning by the time we finished and returned to the packhouse.
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