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  Jude was soon hitting the back of her throat. His hips arched upward uncontrollably as he groaned with need. Mal hummed, driving him even wilder. One hand reached down to squeeze his balls while the other held her steady. All the way down she went, her tongue sliding along as she hummed vibrating like a toy. She suspected he wanted to extend the pleasure but it was simply too much for him to stop. He jerked and howled as he filled her mouth with his seed. It slid down her throat in spicy streams as she took all he had until there was no more. Falling back against the bed, his cock popped out of her mouth with a wet pop.

  Mal slid out from under the sheet feeling powerful and talented. Jude was wiped out. with sleep claiming him immediately. She headed to the bathroom to take a shower to ease her aches and pains. Most of them were from the rough tussle she and Harm had engaged in but damn, she had enjoyed it as much as she had when they were youngsters. Family had meant a lot to her growing up and it seemed it meant just as much now.

  She was hungry so she dressed before heading to the kitchen. It was not a surprise to find Frankie, Harm, Harry, Cherry and Emy sitting at a table drinking and snacking. “Hey, girls. What’s up?”

  “We’re bored to tears because Alex won’t let us in on the planning stage. Talk about a sexist pig.” Harry glanced at Frankie. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. He’s just a pig, no two ways about it.” Frankie admitted.

  Mal sat next to Frankie after giving her a supportive hug. “Maybe he’s redeemable. Most of these alpha types are arrogant, selfish, and assholes, until they realize they aren’t all that.”

  “Just because your male changed his ways, doesn’t mean they all do. Besides, I’ve heard yours wasn’t a slut puppy.”

  “That’s harsh.” Harry observed.

  A slut puppy was just short of a man whore. It was an even worse insult because it implied he tried but couldn’t manage to be a true man whore. Mal had a feeling that Alex had slept around more before he’d met Frankie. All she had seen him do since they’d gotten here is flirt and watch Frankie. If the vampire didn’t get his shit together, he’d be watching her walk away.

  “But true.” Frankie insisted. “I wish we could do something wild and crazy. Like we did when we were young.”

  Harry grinned. “Don’t get her started.” Cherry pleaded. “We got in trouble with grandma when Harry turned Harold Hobbsin’s dick into a cucumber.” Everyone laughed heartily.

  “It straightened him out. That boy would have turned out to be a pervert had I not stepped in. He’s a solid citizen now and never misses church.”

  “Isn’t he going to college to be a pharmacist?” Cherry asked.

  “That’s what I heard.” Harm responded.

  “You did change it back, didn’t you?” Emy asked.

  “It was just a temporary spell. It only lasted minutes but I still heard the ear piercing screams in my mind hours later.” Cherry offered.

  “What did he do to deserve such a thing?” Emy wondered.

  “We were changing clothes to get ready for bed and he peeked in the windows. He’s lucky I caught him before he saw much or I might have left him that way.” Harry explained. Emy looked a little more understanding.

  None of them knew Emy very well and she was a quiet girl. She was a distant cousin but rarely made it to Ariel’s when others were there. This was a chance to get to know her but only if Emy put forth an effort as well. “Why don’t we play cards?” Mal suggested.

  “Every time we try, the males show up and push their way in to the game. Some of them are okay, others just take everything over.” Frankie observed.

  Mal knew who she was talking about. Not long ago she’d felt the same way about Judah. There was nothing any of them could do, this was something a couple had to work out for themselves. She stayed chatting with her cousins for a while before she excused herself to head back to her mate. It was still so new it felt odd to her. A mate was something she had not thought she would find. Her luck with males had been sketchy and when she first met Jude, she’d thought him no different. Luckily he’d changed his view.

  By the time she made it back to his room, he was up and dressed. “I was about to go looking for you, Sweetheart.” Jude pulled her into his arms kissing her softly. “I missed you.”

  Mal giggled like a school girl. Who would have thought this male would make her feel this way? “I wasn’t gone long.” She objected.

  “I don’t like it when you’re gone at all.” Now he dropped his lips down on hers aggressively branding her. Heat rushed through her as she wondered what he would do next. She didn’t wonder for long as he stripped her bare and pushed her down on the bed falling on top of her but catching himself on his hands.

  It felt so decadent to be naked under him while he was fully dressed, his clothes brushing against her, making goosebumps break out on her skin. Jude slid down her body making anticipation roll over her. Her breath caught in her chest as his head ended up between her legs with his hot breath hitting her increasingly wet folds.

  “Mm, Sweetheart. It looks like my little mate is getting wet for me. Such a lovely treat, I have to take a taste.” His tongue whipped out licking her seam. “Yes, you are so tasty.” She shivered as he hummed and went back for more. Now his tongue was lapping at her folds pressing its way inside.

  It pushed into her channel and he began tongue fucking her. She spread her legs wider giving him complete access. His tongue drove her wild as he moved it to her clit and finger fucked her instead. “Cum, Baby. Give me more of your sweet honey to taste.”

  Tension rolled over her as his words sank into her fevered mind and her body obeyed without question. She screamed his name as her body jerked and her leg held his head in position while she rode out her orgasm. Her jerks slowed until they stilled allowing her legs to relax which freed her mate. He slid up her body sinking his cock deep into her channel. “Yes!” she moaned as he hit bottom.

  Jude gave her no time to recover as he hammered deep inside her. Fast and hard, he held nothing back until he sent her to her climax again before joining her in bliss. She felt jets of hot seed filling her as he pumped it deep inside her. He groaned and rolled off her pulling her onto his chest as he moved. It had not been their intention to fall asleep but their sex play had worn them both out this time.

  Mal woke with her stomach growling like a beast. Damn she was hungry. She glanced over at Jude who was looking back at her. “Who needs an alarm when there is a monster in the room to wake me up?” Mal hit him with a pillow while he chuckled. “I’d best get you fed before you decide to eat me.”

  “You’d like it.” She said.

  “You can still do that after I feed you a meal.” Jude replied as he got out of bed and began to dress. Mal went to the bathroom to clean up and dress. She came out finding him waiting for her.

  It was late and the dining room was nearly deserted except for a few people that probably worked night shift somewhere and a few guards on break. It amazed Mal the way they kept the dining room open around the clock. She was glad they did, especially right now when she was starving. Jude helped her into her seat then he went to the kitchen to see what was available. The buffet was only left out during prime meal hours. This was not then, so it would probably be heated leftovers or whatever the cook was serving the others that were here.

  Mal was tickled when Jude came back with two big cheeseburgers and loaded fries. They sat eating and talking like an old mated couple. The sense of belonging together gave her a warm feeling. If they could overcome the problems facing this pack, Mal had a feeling they would be able to build a life together. For the first time since she was a little girl she thought about having a family. She could imagine a pup that looked like his dad or a little female that wrapped him around her finger. Growing up within the pack would be good for young ones. They would have the support of all the adults and plenty of young ones to play with.

  Maybe she was getting comfortable with the situation too soon. The enemy
was still out there waiting for their chance to strike. It seemed safe in here right now but any second that illusion could be shattered. A shiver ran over her as reality set in. There would be no peace until Kirk was defeated and his army disbanded. Only when that was done could they relax and claim their happiness.

  “What’s wrong?” Jude asked. Of course he had noticed her distraction.

  “Nothing.” She lied not wanting reality to intrude just yet.

  “Keep your secrets for now but when we go back to bed, I’ll make you talk.” He grinned like they had no worries and she just wished that was the case.

  Chapter 8

  Hamish

  Colonel Hamish Kirk was a self-made man as far as humans were concerned. Few knew the secret which was that he was a werewolf. It made him stronger, faster, and smarter than humans. In his opinion it meant werewolves should take control and rule this world. The only thing humans had in their favor was superior numbers due to their ability to breed like rats. He looked at the human in front of him unable to hide his disgust completely even though he needed the man, for now, anyway.

  “So Ham, I can get you a hundred guys in a few days.”

  It irritated him to no end that this human gave him a dreadful nickname and had the nerve to address him with it. His inner wolf wanted to rip the man’s head off and shit down the hole, but he would bide his time for now. He needed those extra men to defeat the pack he was facing. They had used resources he’d not expected and held out against his attacks.

  Hamish didn’t like it when he was denied. It went back to a time when his life had been turned upside down. His beloved father had gotten a mysterious illness and died. His eighteen year old brother had stepped up to be pack alpha since he was next in line. His father’s second had challenged him immediately. Roger had been killed in the battle and Larry, the second, had taken over the pack, as well as his mother, and was about to kill Hamish too.

  “If you kill my only surviving son, I’ll have nothing to live for and I will kill myself.”

  Larry had believed her and since she was a rare fertile she-wolf, he let Hamish go. “I will let him live but he must never show his face here again.” Larry said.

  It had pleased Hamish that his mother had never borne Larry an heir. In time, he had dealt with the upstart and found a mate for his mother, who now ran the pack until such a time as he choose to return. Never would he allow someone to take what was his again. One of the females mated to a Strong would be his, hell, maybe all of them. A smile ghosted over his face at the thought. Why not? He was going to rule the world one day.

  The human in front of him cleared his throat. “Is that okay?” He asked making Hamish realize he’d not heard a word.

  “Alright. Just get them as quickly as possible.” Hamish had no need to quibble about money. He had plenty from some illegal activities he was carrying on. Supernaturals made the best criminals after all. The pathetic human hurried away once their deal was done. Once his usefulness was at an end he would deal with him.

  Major Gresome stepped in once the human left. Hamish thought it hilarious that some of the males called him Major Gruesome. It suited the harsh looking vampire. The male also had a mean streak a mile wide. It would be hard to say who was worse, Hamish or Gresome. Hamish liked to think he was just a tad meaner and tougher.

  “Will he come through?” Gresome asked.

  “I believe so. This should be the last time we need him.” Gresome smiled in anticipation. Maybe he was the meaner of the two of them after all.

  “Jude Strong has been a disappointment. I hope you will let me deal with him personally.” Hamish nodded. He didn’t want to be bothered with any of the Strong males. The females were where his mind was. That was the whole reason for this planned takeover of the Strong Pack.

  “Make sure when the time comes you end him.”

  “It will be my pleasure.” Gresome said his eyes glowing with evil delight. Even Hamish shivered at such a display of pleasure in causing pain or death. Sadistic described his second totally.

  “We should be able to plan the final attack in three days. They will be caught off guard and unprepared. As far as our Intel goes, they have brought in no large numbers of people and that one witch is the only significant magic user they have.”

  “That may be true but I wouldn’t want to underestimate them. That one witch sent ours running.”

  Hamish remembered that moment with ire. The witch had sent back a wave of magic that had made the witches around him howl in pain. Several had disappeared the next day, slinking off in shame and fear of more pain he was sure. None of them had wanted to take on the Strong’s new witch that was for certain. The witch had still not been identified but how much damage could one witch do, anyway? There was no way he would allow one person, regardless of what they were, to prevent his victory. It was almost in his grasp. He could feel it and smell it.

  “We will move forward.” Gresome nodded. He knew better than to disagree with him. Now that there was nothing left to discuss, he dismissed him. Gresome was a valuable tool who he would keep as long as he was useful. Gresome didn’t seem to be interested in the white wolves and that made him even more worthwhile to him. The last thing he needed was a second who might try to usurp his claim on the females.

  It was late so he should turn in for the night but he was restless. He could find a female to slake his lust and use up his excess energy, but since he’s seen some of the white wolf females, he found the others fell short. The thought of using his hand didn’t bring about any enthusiasm either. What he wanted wasn’t available and what was available, he didn’t want.

  Kirk decided to go for a walk. It was a rare occurrence for him since he didn’t want to mix with the humans that camped on the grounds or even the other supernatural races. Dealing with those in his inner circle was enough for him. It was hard to hide his disdain for them even for the brief periods of time when he dealt with them. He would say he’d done admirably well since he was certain none of the witches, vampires, or other cursed races knew he felt superior to them. The other shifters, bear, cat, or whatever they happened to be were tolerable but nothing could match a werewolf.

  Because all were not equally worthless, he intended to have levels in his hierarchy. Werewolves were the top of the heap with other shifters in the next level. Vampires, then witches, with other supernaturals below them. Humans had few things to offer except manual labor and the ability to breed. The offspring of human/supernatural matches would be slaves like all humans but they would be a slightly higher class of slave.

  It had occurred to him that some of the supernaturals might resist his new world order, but he was acquiring several magical weapons that would bring them to heal or destroy them. Frankly he didn’t care which. There were plenty of witches and vampires to fill his ranks if a few died. Hamish expected little trouble from other shifters since he was lifting them above the rest.

  A special place in his new world was reserved for white wolves. They would be used to breed the new supernatural/human offspring that would become the new soldiers in his army. Those hybrids would also control the human slaves. The large number of offspring he intended to breed with his white wolf harem would answer only to him. His cock jerked at the thought of all those delicious females who would do whatever he demanded of them. That need was becoming insistent as he walked to a tented area where the scents of sex were heavy.

  A female exited a tent pausing as she saw him. Her smile was intended to draw him in but the smell hanging on her wasn’t appealing. A soldier followed her out and came to an abrupt halt when he saw him. The male came to attention saluting.

  “Clean her up and bring her to my tent.” Hamish instructed him. The male nodded before herding her away.

  Desperate times called for desperate measures and once clean the female should be satisfactory. Continuing on his walk he saw most of his soldiers had turned in for the night. There were some tents lit from the inside where males played c
ards or in the case of humans got drunk. He was glad the Strong pack wasn’t aggressive because his army would be unprepared. He would scratch his itch shortly but tomorrow he would deal with his army’s lack of discipline. Turning, he went back the way he come from, hoping his soldier would get the female to him fast. His dick burned with the need he felt for release.

  Kirk couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten laid. It had been weeks at least. That was because he was disciplined and focused. He knew he was attractive as most werewolves were, even if he wasn’t the most popular with the females. Usually it was easiest to just take the offer of a camp follower or buy the services of a whore. Tonight would be one of those nights because his need rode him hard. She wasn’t in his tent when he made it there but he was certain she would be brought in soon.

  So he’d be ready, he stripped naked and stroked his shaft firmly. It was hard as steel when the soldier finally brought her to him. She licked her lips as she surveyed his long thick member. Yeah, she’d do for now.

  “Come here!” He demanded his wolf heavy in his voice. His eyes glowed with him and he fought to keep him under control. Her fear scented the room covering any desire she felt but she moved toward him anyway. “On your knees.” She dropped immediately like a good slave.

  She was curvy like he preferred his females but she was as white as milk. Her hair was a common brown with only her unusual eyes making her stand out. They were an unusual green, pale with spots of gold spread around. He found them almost hypnotizing as he stared down into them.

  “Suck on it.” Hamish told her as he held his cock in his hand pointing it toward her. A moan burst from him as her hot wet mouth wrapped around him. The scent of her desire now overcame any smell of fear coming from her as she enthusiastically devoured his cock. The female had a rare talent as she massaged his balls and nearly gobbled up his staff trying to give him pleasure.