KnightForce Deuces, page 4
“What’s most important to you?” Silas asked.
Cameron’s brows furrowed and then he after a long moment, exhaled. “My mate. Her happiness trumps everything.” He looked at Silas and shook his head. “I guess the Alpha house will be gaining four pups. Knowing my mate, they’re already packed and waiting for me to come to my senses.”
Smiling, Silas slapped him on the back as they walked the rest of the way to the party.
“Peace in your den is priceless, so is her gratitude for you working hard to see how much this means to her. Your mate’s perspective is a gift to you from the Goddess. No one expects you to recognize every opportunity or conflict but the two of you working together, side by side, even from different angles, will gain more ground than pulling against the grain. Took me a while to learn that, don’t make the same mistakes I did.”
They entered the room and he met Jasmine’s warm gaze. This time Silas took the seat next to her and held her hand.
Lilly sat on a sofa with two heads in her lap and a third asleep at her foot. She watched Cameron approach and smiled as he picked up the boy from the floor. Together they gathered their small brood, said their goodbyes and left.
“Almost done. This is the last game,” Jasmine said.
He nodded and listened as Renee rattled off a list of words she made from the letters in Tyrone and Rose’s names.
Hawke entered the room and sat next to Asia. Sarita and Damian had already left.
“I believe we finally worked out the problems with the disk,” Hawke said, his excitement flowed through their link.
“Have you run all of your tests?” Silas asked recalling the last failed demo.
“Yes, three times. Each passed.”
Silas glanced at Hawke and read the pride in his gaze. “Good, the sooner I communicate with full-bloods and half-breeds the sooner we can fully go after the rebels. In a few minutes, we’ll go below and test the device. If it passes, I’ll coordinate a test run here, with Cameron and the twins. That way we can fine tune any problems. We’ll fly to Maryland –”
“Don’t make any other plans tonight, Silas. You’re spending time with me,” Jasmine said.
He looked at the determined glint in his mate’s eyes and nodded. “We’ll test the device in the morning,” Silas told Hawke.
A confused look crossed Hawke’s face and then he smiled. “Yes, Sir. Tomorrow’s better.”
Silas leaned forward, inhaling Jasmine’s natural scent, allowing it to fill him completely. She leaned back into him while laughing at some comment her sister made. In case Renee watched, he smiled at whatever his mate deemed comical.
“Meeting’s cancelled, I am all yours,” he said through their link. “Now what do you plan to do with me I wonder?”
“Ride you like the cowgirl I am.” She giggled.
Silas smiled and looked around to see how many glasses of wine she’d had. “When did you become a cowgirl?”
“Stop asking questions, Silas. You know I was teasing.”
He reached around and squeezed her breast. She covered his hand and slid it down. “Silas!”
“What?” He looked around, no one paid them any attention and then his gaze met Renee’s. She stared at Jasmine with a shocked expression which smoothed into a smile.
“This was fun but I’m sleepy and going to call it a night,” Renee said standing. “Mama fell asleep already, you need to put her to bed, Jacques.”
“It’s the pregnancy but she didn’t want to leave early. She wanted to spend as much time with you as possible,” he said.
Renee walked to her mother and placed a kiss on her cheek. “G’night, Mama. I’ll see you in the morning. My flight leaves around five this evening. Tyrese, are you and Danielle going to take me to the airport tomorrow evening?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Danielle said.
“Good, on that note I’ll head to bed,” Renee said.
Jasmine stood, wobbled and then straightened. “We’re leaving too, plus you always get lost.” Jasmine reached back for Silas’ hand, took it and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Ready.”
Renee’s eyes filled with laughter but she held it with a smile.
“Good night, Mom, Silas,” Tyrone said. “Thanks for the party, we appreciate it.”
Jasmine waved her hand and leaned on Silas.
“Yes, thank you Jasmine, we appreciate it as well. Perhaps one day we can return the favor,” Jacques said.
Neither Jasmine nor Silas responded as they continued walking down the hall.
Renee chuckled and waited for Silas to enter the passwords in the keypad. The door opened and he steered Jasmine inside.
“What did you drink? And how much?” Renee asked Jasmine as the elevator moved.
“White wine, tasted good, you didn’t have any?” Jasmine stood in front of him and then leaned back, using his chest as a pillow. He wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her steady.
“No, I had the rum punch Danielle made. Tasted like fruit juice.”
The door opened and they walked toward Renee’s room, it was in the same section as Jacques and Angus’ suites.
“Good night you two, whatever you’re about to do, have fun,” Renee said and closed her door.
Silas bent slightly, picked Jasmine up and carried her to their private section. He kicked the front door closed behind him and headed to their bedroom. Inside, he stopped and looked at his mate. Eyelids half-mast but focused on him.
“Once again I’m here as you ordered. What do you want with me?” Deliberately he deepened his voice in the way he knew got beneath her skin.
She shivered, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers. “Love you,” she said against his mouth, the taste of her words fired his need.
“Love you too but if you don’t tell me what you meant by spending time with you tonight I’m going to proceed with my own interpretation.” He strode to the bed, knelt and placed her in the middle.
Her hand shot up. “Wait. I want to do this. Sit down over there.” She pointed to one of the upholstered chairs in the nearby sitting area.
He nodded and followed her instructions. Folding his hands over his lap he watched her rise from the mattress with one leg thrown in the air, followed by the other. She rolled to the side of the bed and looked at him through a curtain of dark hair, her brown eyes glowed like dark marbles pinning him to the chair.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said in a wicked voice filled with promise. His dick twitched but he remained still, waiting, watching as his Sweet Bitch slowly pulled off each piece of clothing, leaving her thong and heels.
Silas’ wolf growled, urging him to mate. But this rare treat of her kinky side needed to be savored and he refused to rush. No, his mate wanted to take him and he wouldn’t interfere.
“All day? You should have told me,” he murmured, his eyes glued to the movement of her darkish nipples and full breasts.
“There’s always an emergency or something you need to take care of –”
“Nothing and no one is more important to me than you.” He took her hand and pulled her closer. “Don’t you know that?”
Instead of answering him, she placed her hands on the arms of the chair, leaned forward and stared into his eyes. His gaze volleyed between her eyes and breasts. She spread her legs, bracketing his outer thighs and moved forward.
“What I know is you are my world,” she said, her voice clear, certain. “Sometimes I forget to tell you how much you mean to me and we agreed to stay out of each other’s thoughts as much as possible, sooo…” As she knelt on either side of him, the tips of her breasts grazed his cheek.
The sensation of falling headfirst overwhelmed him as he accepted her avowed commitment and he knew he could offer no less. His heartbeat drummed in his chest as her fingertips traced the bridge of his nose and then his lips. Goddess this woman weakened him to the point he couldn’t think in full sentences. Ripe with need, he placed his hand on her thighs, to steady her and waited to see what she planned next.
“There’s a small chance I haven’t shown you lately how hot you make me.” She leaned back. Her partially shaven mound showing around the thin strip of fabric. His cock hardened to the point of pain as his gaze drifted downward at his blessing and then back at her face.
“How hot do I make you?” His voice sounded ragged, harsh. He ached to devour her.
She smiled. “Touch me and find out.”
Not quite ready to end this dance, his fingertips grazed the outer material. “You’re wet but I want you wetter, hotter. Can I play with you now?” he asked keeping with the spirit of this games she started.
She shook her head. “Not yet. I won’t be able to think if you take over. This is something I’ve been wanting to do all day.”
“Sweet Bitch… I’m yours, always yours, only yours…do whatever you want.” His palms rubbed up and down her thighs.
Her breath quickened and she pushed off his lap and walked to the wall control panel. A song he never heard filled the room. Jasmine closed her eyes, snapped her fingers, swung her hips and danced in the middle of the floor. If the song had lyrics, he didn’t know. His body throbbed as he watched the mother of his pups swing her hips seductively, teasing both parts of his nature. By the time the last note played, every part of him screamed to be inside and a part of her.
“Did you like that?” she asked as another song started.
Mouth dry, he swallowed against the tightness in his throat. “Yes, you’re… you’re so damn sexy,” he growled, his wolf climbing to the surface. “Bring that sweet ass here.”
She smiled and walked slowly toward him, each step in perfect time with the beat. Silas had never seen anyone so damn perfect. His fingertips itched to touch her but he feared he would lose the meager control he held onto if he did. Instead, he leaned forward, rested his forehead against her warm belly and licked her skin.
She shivered and placed her hand on the back of his head. The sultry fragrance of her arousal filled his dry spaces and watered his soul. He continued licking her skin, spending extra time on her belly button.
“Silas,” she moaned as he cupped her ass to keep her in place as he lavished attention on the top of her mound.
Sliding to the floor, his forehead rested on her mound for a brief moment and then he rubbed it back and forth before inhaling deeply. His dick throbbed recognizing his favorite scent, vanilla, spices and Jasmine. His entire being shook as his tongue swiped across the skimpy black fabric. Surrounded by the sight, taste and feel of her need, his beast rumbled in his chest, demanding to hear her purr in satisfaction. His fingertips brushed against her wet core.
She trembled.
Holding her steady, his fingers played in her slippery folds before sliding between the material of her thong and then made their way inside her tightness.
“Silas,” Jasmine moaned, pressing her groin into him and holding his head tighter.
Pleased to hear his name on her lips, he continued licking and drawing out more and more of her tasty juices. Lost in her flavor and the sounds of satisfaction from her lips, he twirled his tongue on her clit and held her tight as she bucked.
“Oh my god, Silas.” She gasped trying both to move closer and back away as he slid another finger inside her.
She shook harder as he alternately tongued and suckled her clit. “Silas,” Jasmine screamed as her orgasm took her over the edge, releasing a steady amount of juices down his face. When the tremors stopped, she slapped his back, grabbed his hair and pulled his face back, away from her.
“Hey, I wasn’t finished,” he complained flicking his tongue outward to capture as much of her cream as possible.
“Baby, I can’t take it. You’re killing me,” she whispered and folded to her knees in front of him.
“I’m nowhere near finished,” he said placing his palms on the side of her face to meet her dreamy gaze. Her tongue slid across her lips in slow motion. He couldn’t turn away from the sensual sight and pulled her close, capturing her lips and thrusting his tongue inside her mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he told her and then released images through their link of previous times he had taken her hard and fast.
She trembled and moaned, holding him tighter and deepened their kiss.
His cock throbbed, demanding release. Chests heaving they broke apart. Her eyes glowed like dark brown diamonds but with an inner heat that called to his wolf. She stood and extended her hand.
Intrigued, Silas took her hand and then pulled off his clothes while watching her walk slowly to their bedroom. With each step she looked over her shoulder at him with a naughty smile. Naked, he pushed her toward the bed and then fell on top of her. Her arms wound around his neck, anchoring him. She widened her legs and then wrapped them around his calves loosely.
“Show me,” she whispered, challenging him.
Silas stared into her eyes, reared back and slid into her slowly, gently. Each released a shared hiss. She fit so perfectly, calmed and excited his beast effortlessly, to the point his entire world zeroed in on her and this moment.
“Damn, Silas, you feel so damn good,” Jasmine moaned. Her words set off a firestorm in his blood. He grabbed her hips and pistoned his hips in and out, faster and faster, encouraged by her demands to give her more. The slight creaking of the springs, her screams of pleasure and his grunts created a musical masterpiece in his mind. He rammed his whole length into her, causing them both to erupt in frenzied screams. Jasmine wrapped her legs around his waist, offering and demanding more.
Silas pulled her legs from his waist and placed them high on his shoulders. Her eyes widened as he deepened his thrusts, scratching her sweet itch.
“Take me, take all of it,” he demanded in a husky voice feeling his release coming soon. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto hers as he continued pumping into her. His balls dripped her juices onto the bed as they slapped against her.
“Give it to me,” she yelled, matching him thrust for thrust. This phenomenal woman took him to his peak and took the leap with him. She screamed his name and flew over the edge once more.
Gritting his teeth, he arched his back and gave a last thrust, coming so hard, his toes curled, as he released his seed deep inside her. When he stopped shaking, he rolled to the side taking her with him. She took a deep breath and threw her leg across his.
“That’s how you keep your woman satisfied and too tired to do anything else. Good job baby,” Jasmine whispered.
Silas laughed at her outrageous comment and slapped her ass.
Chapter 6
The sun peeked over the horizon as Angus cleared the gate of the compound. He passed through another security point leading to the parking garage. After driving through the quiet countryside for the past four hours, he passed through the parking areas on autopilot.
For the last two days, on behalf of Silas, he had paid visits to the Alphas in Colorado, Kansas, Missouri and Kentucky, states he drove through on his way home after leaving Henry in the hospital. Each Alpha had concerns about increased rebel activity and humans encroaching on pack properties or wanting information about their schools or businesses. With the influx of half-breeds, the Alphas feared their secrets would leak to the human world. Angus agreed the situation was critical and promised Tyrone’s team and KnightForce would be available to help soon.
The long drive across country gave him time to think about KnightForce and how to move it in the direction Silas required with the limitations of the three of them remaining at the compound. Later, he would go over the assignments Asia and Tyrese made in order to know the pairings and to give input if necessary. If they were all in agreement, he would send notices of assignments and training dates to the candidates. Getting KnightForce leadership in place would ease the minds of the Alphas but it was Tyrone’s organization that they needed most. Silas’ decision to open a division for the half-breeds had been a stroke of genius and well received. Tyrone, with the help of his mate, were poster-kids for inclusion and perfect candidates to run the operation.
Fighting rebels was old news, integrating large groups of half-breeds was new. Many of the Alphas had little knowledge or interaction with breeds and weren’t sure how to handle them. Tyrone had sent the Alphas information on breeds and they’d all been grateful and agreed they needed a liaison from Tyrone’s office to work with them. In that regards he had good news to share with Silas. But the purpose of his trip… dealing with the blood robbers, left a bad taste in his mouth.
Henry’s pain-filled image crossed his mind as it had often. Images of Vern shaking, struggling and screaming on the bed also looped through his thoughts like a movie. What the hell had he mixed with the blood? Instead of three days of life and vigor, Vern should have been sick immediately from injecting foreign blood into his system.
When he left the hospital, Angus had searched Vern’s place and learned from paperwork scattered on the table that ten vials of blood had been taken. Three were sent to an organization in Wyoming. Angus contacted Alpha Crimson who visited the leader’s home one night and exchanged Angus’ blood with pigs’ blood. Angus watched Crimson flush the blood down the toilet via his cell, keeping their secret safe.
But he hadn’t discovered what additional ingredients were used. He hoped Hawke had some ideas. The last thing they needed were men using wolf’s blood as a base for a drug that gave a short, deadly high.
Angus parked and went through the first series of scans. Across the courtyard, his luggage was searched and scanned. Before entering the basement he passed through a final scan and then walked into an area to shower.
When he finished his cleansing, he dressed and headed to the lab. Hawke and Silas waved him into the testing area.
“When did you get back?” Silas asked looking him over.
“Just now, I thought you’d be with your mate and didn’t want to bother you.” He nodded greetings to Hawke and looked through the glass. Tyrese stood with his arm crossed watching them.
