The shock of his bite as Tara orgasmed had her reacting on autopilot. She bit the closest object. Tara expected it to be part of the sofa. But to her utter horror, it was the tattooed arm of the wolf who’d sealed her fate with his. If his bite hadn’t put her in a place where she’d never return from, then her biting him was the last nail in her coffin. Cal grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. She could see her blood coating his mouth, like his must coat hers. She could taste it, and it was an experience she’d never felt before. The pain now was all but gone. However, his knot and desire to fuck were still in full gear. Even now as he ravaged her mouth, with the taste of their blood mingling on her lips. He made her aware of every shot of his load into by pressing his knot into her. Her body thrilled at it, eager for every scrap of attention, even as Tara’s mind blanked out with the rush of pheromones and pleasure. She’d been craving more of
“Sit still, it’s almost cleaned up. With a bath you won’t need to get a dressing wet. There now into the tub with you. I want you to relax while we talk.” Cal was happy with how accepting she was of her training. That training had only started. What he didn’t like was the surfacing of what was clearly past traumas. He thought she was the quiet sort. Now, with one comment, it called everything into question. Tara slipped into the water until only her head and shoulders showed, with the stark white gauze bandage. Her hair fell mostly behind her and over the edge of the bath. Cal stepped into the bath with her, but sat on the edge of the bath and watched her. “What do you not understand about this situation?” Tara didn’t say anything right away. She mulled over her thoughts in her head before anything came out of her mouth. Cal believed at first, she did that because she feared the situation; she was in with him. Now, however, he susp
Cal woke up around mid-day which wasn’t unusual, nor was his phone ringing on the nightstand beside him. What was unusual was the warm body beside him. This was the second time he’d fallen asleep with Tara beside him. Which did good things for his mood. What killed his mood was the call from Jaxon. There were developments, and they needed Cal in the club’s office to deal with it. The issues were piling up, and Jaxon needed him. “Hey, it’s time to get up. I need to get into the club’s office. You’re coming with me.” Tara moaned as she tried to resist him and continue sleeping. “Nope, you’re getting up. It’s bad enough that we missed training this morning. That will be corrected tomorrow. Come on, there’s no rest for the wicked.” “I’m not wicked.” Tara’s muffled voice came from deep within the pillow she had her face buried in. “You’re getting up and that’s that.” Cal left the bed and took the covers with him. More because he wanted
Cal led them to his club office to find Jaxon and Rachel pacing within. The club was busy with the cleaning crew. That was a necessary job in this line of work and it took a lot of hands and time. “Alright, what couldn’t wait a couple of hours before I got down here?” “Well, right now we have a human detective wanting to have a meeting with you about issues in the neighbourhood. Before you ask, he won’t tell me anything when I asked. He’ll only speak to you. Then we have a surprise meeting of the council and they expressed the need that everyone make an appearance.” “Alright, great. Now where’s the urgent issue that has you dragging me from my bed early?” “I’ve not got that far yet. We have a team of NARC enforcers sitting in the neutral zone demanding that they get permission to enter our territory and meet with you about several issues. Or and this is a quote, don’t shoot the messenger. They come in and clean up without your permission.”
Their meeting went on and Tara was now firmly entrenched in her belief that her silence equalled her survival. Cal wasn’t as sure about, the things happening around him. He wasn’t questioning his decisions, but he was questioning the information his people were receiving. He got back to the NARC enforcers on his border. He’d meet with them before Tara’s appointments. Whatever had them knocking on his door without a word of warning from their superiors had Cal concerned. In today’s climate, he needed to know as much as he could. Since biting Tara, Cal found he was feeling something off. It was like he could feel her emotions, and they weren’t what Cal expected them to be. They weren’t as simple as he’d expected. As soon as he thought he grasped her mood, it shifted, or he’d misread her mood. He was struggling with this concept of feeling her emotions. It wasn’t something he’d ever heard of happening. Which led him to question if he was imagining the e
They set the front bar room up to receive the NARC enforcer team. They’d be here within the next ten to fifteen minutes. Cal was on his fourth cup of coffee today and he knew he needed to change to something else to drink, but his mood wouldn’t let him. Jaxon came over to him with his cellphone in hand. “It’s the human detective. Do you want me to transfer the call to your phone?” “Yes, go ahead. Send it through. I’ll take it in the back room.” Cal got up from his seat. “Tara, you’re to stay here. This should take long. If the NARC Enforcers enter, I want you to make sure they sit down and have drinks if they want them. Act like a gracious host. Can you do that?” “Yes, sir.” “Good girl.” He left a lingering kiss on top of her head before he left to take the call. Once he was sitting on a box of supplies in the back room, Jaxon forwarded the call. “Calvin Nichols.” That was his greeting to the human detective. “Good afterno
He needed to make sure everything added up. With the NARC Enforcers in his territory, he had to ensure everything was covered. Every line of investigation, every suspect, and every detail, no matter how absurd it was. Cal sat in a chair with Tara seated on a stool within reach of him. Touching her helped him calm down and think straight. When the invading visitors entered the darkened space. They were on edge in an unfamiliar location. Cal and his people were relaxed and had the home ground advantage. “Good afternoon. Please have a seat and we’ll get down to business. I’m sure you are very busy.” Cal directed the three shifters to the unoccupied seats on the other side of a large table. Cal had several of his enforcers spread out behind him and on each side. “Thank you, Alpha Nichols, for your prompt response and interest in this situation. My name is Al Barnes and I currently head a team who is tracking several issues. One of those issues is the issues
Tara was frozen for most of the meeting. Was he going to give her up to them? She’d almost convinced herself that he’d told her one thing and then tell them another. Tara assumed he’d hand her over to them and claim he’d had hopes she’d be a breeder. But he didn’t, though he changed the story he told them. In the end, they took some rogues with them but left her there. No questions asked. The enforcers didn’t question the collar, chains, or any of it. Not once had they asked her if she was there against her will. His hand never left her hair or neck. All he had to do was squeeze, and she’d be silence permanently. But instead he’d made it clear, he wouldn’t let her go. What parallel world had she fallen into? This wasn’t the world she knew. Ever since Eddie ran away from her, the world felt off kilter. Like it was a twisted version of home. The thing is, other than losing her freedom and an attempt on her life, that almost worked. The alpha had treated h