“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.” “Oh, for crying out loud. The Alpha wants you to wear them and you’ll wear them. I doubt with you wearing this outfit, he’ll let you leave his side at all tonight. He’ll make sure you don’t fall and that’s I’m sure of.” Rachel could see this would be an uphill battle with Tara. You could clean her up and she’d look beautiful in that waif-like way she had. But her nerves were getting the better of her. Tara now knew where they were going. What they were doing and who would be there? It was the who and what that made her a ball of anxiety. This was an event for the most power shifters
Cal entered the bedroom to grab a shower and get ready for the fundraiser. He’d been dealing with pack and club business, trying to stave off the humans from looking too closely at his businesses and pack. They controlled quite a bit of the black market. From art and antiques to equipment, that fell off the back of a truck in a dark alley. They didn’t deal with street walkers, petty thieves, or drug dealers. It really was small potatoes. The reason he dealt in what he did was it made it possible previously to move supernatural concerns. He had a feeling, though, that his business would slow when blood buying became legal for vampires. Certain medicines, supplies, and equipment of medical concerns as well would change. He’d need to find new revenue quickly so his pack would survive, and he’d keep his place within the city’s shifter community. He’d entered when Tara’s dress caught his notice, which led to Tara catching his full attention. She was alone in the room no
Cal disliked leaving his bike at home tonight. He needed to show his wealth and status tonight. Tara couldn’t ride in that dress either. So, he had a driver pick them up, and he was glad he’d satisfied Tara and she’d chosen to change her panties. If her lush scent was this strong while satisfied, he’d be fighting off or killing every unmated male wolf tonight if he hadn’t. It didn’t matter whether those unmated males were allies or enemies. In his estimation, she was his and would remain so. When they finally got through the line of vehicles, an attendant opened the back door and Cal stepped out dressed in his black formal clothes. He wore his insignia of his pack, a crimson full moon embroidered on the handkerchief corner folded neatly into his pocket. Tara’s lay a little more discreetly in the neckline of her dress, after all. She was his mate and Luna. The difference at this fundraiser for Cal was the heavy media. Normally, he’d avoid events like this, opting to ca
Tara watched Cal’s face. He didn’t like what she said and reminded her again, that she was something she wasn’t. How could she be the Luna of the Crimson Nights Pack? She knew nothing about being a Luna. Everything she’d seen within that office was so far out of her understanding. She sucked at reading. How was she supposed to understand budgeting and invoicing? She wasn’t given a chance to accept or deny this. “How do I stand in front of anyone and state that? I can’t, I never asked for it or being your mate. That was your decision.” “You are, and you will. It’s as simple as that. Anyone calls the facts into question will have to deal with me. It’s that uncomplicated. Anything else is just an excuse born from your fears of inadequacy caused by scum and excuses for authority. I see you, not some beaten down failure, who never stood a chance at succeeding. You have the chance now and it’s scaring the crap out of you. However, I am your Alpha and mate. That me
Cal bid on several things for the pack, and on impulse, he bid on several things for Tara. She literally only possessed what he gave her, and she’d never asked to retrieve her things from where she lived. He’d not asked her about it and Eddie reacted just like her. They walked away from everything with brief hesitation. Cal bought her jewellery and gift certificates for stores. Home goods, and clothing. A spa package and even furniture for an antique reading nook for their apartment. He thought she’d like it later as she settled and wanted to improve her education. She’d need a place to relax and read. He wouldn’t push her just yet. “I’m sorry, I need to find the lady’s room. I’ll be back soon.” Cal, like the other alphas here, had several enforcers as security with them in the crowd. He’d seen him a few tables away. “Hold on. Let me get you an escort. You aren’t going anywhere alone.” Tara sighed. “Really. Do I need a babysitter to find the ladies’ room?
Cal was struggling with all the Alphas on the council were. With the introduction of so many new she-wolf mates. The territorial and protective nature of each one of them was on high alert. It didn’t help several of the alphas came to him and expressed their lack of faith in Elmwood’s intelligence and they believed he’d be a fool with another attempt on Tara. Tara said that Elmwood’s rogue lover was jealous of all females. She’d been involved in the first attempt. Could or would she convince Elmwood to make another attempt? He wanted her home as soon as this event was over. Cal messaged Jaxon to make arrangements for the items he’d gained. They’d meet in the morning to discuss several things from tonight. He stood up from his seat, prepared to excuse himself from the table to look for her. Cal felt she’d been gone far too long. Everything he was interested in had their turn. He only needed to wait for a polite time to leave. Tara luckily returned to the tab
Tara knelt between his thighs. Her pussy ached after he’d teased her to a desperate need. She watched him lick her liquid desire from his fingers before he opened his pants and presented her with his swelling length. His knot was already forming, and she moans with delight. When he commanded her to give him head, she reached for him. “Only your mouth, no hands. Try that again. I will restrain your hands behind your back.” “Yes, Daddy.” Tara moaned as she lick from his knot all the way up his shafts before she suckled his head. Tara’s mouth bobbed on his cock as she explored how much she could take this way. He kept eye contact with her. “That’s it, you naughty little girl. Take it deeper now.” His hands took hold of her head to direct her actions, as he liked to. “Fuck yeah. That’s it, suck harder. Squeeze my cock with your throat. Hm. You want my cock fucking you, then bring me to a state where I need to fuck you or go mad.” He was into this. His hands hel
Tara couldn’t understand his anger. She’d done everything she could to follow his wishes. She’d done nothing to shirk his authority or will. After such a stressful evening, Tara wasn’t sure if she could do this. Between her struggles to stay reasonably rational and her twisted enjoyment of what he did to her. It culminated into her, finally crumbling into a blubbering mess. Tara could no longer convince herself he’d change his mind and face the fact she was too far in over her head and her world now was unrecognizable to her. No one but Eddie ever truly wanted to keep her around, and now Cal was the second. She couldn’t stop crying, especially when Cal halted whatever this was. Play or punishment and sat her up. Tara cried herself into exhaustion and faded into sleep. When she surfaced again, it was still the wee hours of the night, and she was in bed. Cal lay beside her with his arm, holding her back to his front in a spoon shape. Tara felt drained