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*Typhon*
“Your highness ?” One of the young women asks, as she comes into the cave. She looks timid, but it’s very clearly an act, everything else about her tells me that.
What was her name, something flowery I think. I breathe in, she smells faintly of roses, mint and female arousal. No it was no Rose. “What is it, Peony ?”
“I was wondering if there is something I could do for you, to make sure you are kind to us,” She bites her lip, as her eyes scan over me. “Anything at all”.
“Anything at all ?” I ask, giving her a cheeky smile and leaning forward in my seat. So she thinks she can sleep her way to special treatment.
She smiles and walks towards me with that sensual sway to the hips women sometimes use when trying to seduce a man. “Anything, for my friends sake of course, to protect them.”
“So If I told you to you would suck me off ? Let me fuck you ? Anything ?” I raise one eyebrow looking at her. My words make her pulse rise and the different scents coming from her grow strong.
“Yes master”. She slips down on her knees in front of me, her eager hands reaching to open my pants.
I stop her hand. “Listen sweetie, thanks for the offer, but you are not my … type”.
‘I can do her,’ Cerberus says with a wolfish grin inside my head.
I chuckle low. My wolf is a little less picky than me with those things. ‘Sorry boy, not sure she is into beastiality, even if she said anything.’
“I can be anything you want, I am very versatile,” She licks her lips, trying hard to look sexy.
“Can you grow a dick ?” I look at her, savouring the shock on her face. “Yeah sorry luv but I am very much gay … you do know what that means right ?”
She pulls back, but only slightly. “I do, but why did you take us then ? I thought you wanted to … use us”.
“Sexually, no … thank you,” I give her a small shrug. “Hey maybe Fire Moon is interested if you are needy, she likes naughty women”.
She scrunches up her face and looks about to object, just as Fire Moon comes running in. She steps up to me and whispers in my ear. It seems we have a visitor. Apparently the Alpha of the pack where we borrowed the girls has come to negotiate, alone.
“Peony, my sweet flower, now I need a favour,” I tell her softly. “Come here and sit by my feet and pretend you like me a lot … kinda be you when you first entered the rooms … horny and willing”.
“Hey,” She sounds offended, but to be honest I don’t really care.
I look at her. “What ? Sweetie I could smell you, I happen to have an exceptional sensitive nose”.
And right now my nose picks up a vague scent that makes my teeth water, it’s kinda like the pine forest just after a springtime shower with a hint of something I can’t quite pinpoint, something sweet and masculine at the same time. Cerberus has peaked up too.
The young woman is sitting by my feet, kinda clinging to my leg, but I hardly notice her. My full focus is on him, right outside the cave.
“Don’t be shy little Alpha; come on in.” I laugh. Letting my voice go deep and warm, a hint of admiration shining through. “You are brave to come here alone.”
“I am here to negotiate.” He walks forward slowly, holding his head high and looking straight into my gaze. He has a pretty face, and his body seems muscular and agile, even if he lacks the normal height he still has the aura of an Alpha.
‘Typhon, do you think he could be …,’ Cerberus is suddenly very much attentive.
I almost shake my head, but stop myself at the last second from showing any emotion outwards. ‘No he can’t, just because he is attractive and smells good doesn’t mean he is … what you think’.
I reach down to pet Peony gently on the hair. I want to show him I am in control here, and Maybe wind him up a little. “Negotiate … please go on … about and what do you offer in return ?”
Taking a deep breath, he starts. “These young women are innocent, and they are my responsibility. If you are a King as they say, you won’t harm innocents, no glory in that. I am sure we can come to some kind of agreement, some kind of exchange maybe, to let the girls go … anything in my power of course”.
I scratch my chin and look at the girl like I am considering what she is worth. While I do not believe Cerberus' idea that he could be our second chance mate. I do not want a mate. But I would not mind having a bit of fun with the handsome little alpha, and bending him to my will would be enjoyable on so many levels. Also he is an Alpha, he has information on what the packs plans to do.
I feel a sly smile spread on my lips. “I will give you the women.”
“You will ?” He sounds very surprised.
“On one condition, of course.” I cannot wait to see his face when he finds out what I want.
He breathes in slowly. “Of course, If it is in my power as I said, I will give you whatever you want.”
Oh it is very much in his power. “You !”
“What ?” He swallows, his brown eyes flickering nervously.
My smirk now spreading holds a lot of promises, what he wants to read into them is up to him. “I will let them go if you take their place, and stay here.”
*Jonas* “I need to tell you something.” Typhon says, but as I look up at him, waiting for him to talk, he starts kissing me instead. The warmth of Typhon’s body pressed against mine, and the sound of the ocean is a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. As we lie tangled together on the beach, I feel the weight of his emotions pressing down on him, even as he smiles. “Typhon,” I urge gently, “you said you need to tell me something.” My heart races, not just from the thrill of our reunion, but from the uncertainty looming over us. What could he possibly reveal that I don’t already know? His eyes flicker with hesitation, but then his resolve shines through. “Jonas, I…” he pauses, looking out at the waves that roll in and out, as if searching for the right words. “I need you to know about Connor. He is my first mate.” “What?” The word escapes my lips before I can stop it, disbelief flooding my senses. “Connor? My old beta Connor? The same Connor who just tries to kill us?” “Yes.” Ty
*Typhon* When my feet hit the gravelly beach, it’s all I can do not to race into the ocean and yank my husband to safety. But I’ve chosen the steeper path so as not to lose the element of surprise, and I know I have to proceed with care and caution. Fire Moon lands softly next to me a moment later, and together we survey the scene. Carlotta seems to have gone positively unhinged, waving her fist and screaming curses at the receding boat, and Jonas is inching slowly backward, edging ever closer to the beach. But just when he’s managed to go far enough so that he might possibly be able to run to safety, Carlotta whirls around and levels her hand,A hand crackling with magic, at Jonas’s midsection. Cerberus is growling in my head, eager to rip the witch limb from limb. "You’re not going anywhere," she says in a deadly voice. "Couldn’t we at least get out of the water?" Jonas replies. "I can’t feel my feet any longer." Carlotta nods curtly. "Move slowly. One false move an
*Jonas* I know I’m running out of time. Davenport has no pressing reasons to keep me alive. He clearly only intends to have what he considers a little sport with me. He probably thinks it’ll be exciting to have his way with the husband of a Rogue Alpha. Carlotta, on the other hand, is motivated by bigger reasons, most of which involve the collapse of the werewolf society and killing of packs. And it’s obvious that the witch believes passionately in her cause. My two captors are bickering over my fate, and I have no doubt that the argument is going to escalate into a full-scale shouting match before long. I also have no doubt that Carlotta will emerge the victor. It’s a simple enough outcome to predict; Davenport can always find another someone to pester. Carlotta just want me out of the way. And that means I’ll end up very dead if I don’t do something soon. ‘We should do something’, Cana mumbles. ‘But I still believe our mate will come save us.’ I’m still held firmly in
*Typhon* My first thought upon hearing the shot is that my life is over. My second thought is exactly the same, although not for the same reasons. As soon as I realize that I’m not dead, and that Fire Moon has managed to bring down the villain who’d been attempting to shoot me with a well-placed blow to the head, it occurs to me that the shot I’d heard was not nearly loud enough to have been fired up on the cliff. It came from down on the beach, and that can mean only one thing. Jonas is dead. And my life is over. I slip down to my knees, and for a moment I’m completely limp, unable to move. Out of the corner of my eye, I see one of Connor’s men charge toward me, and it’s only at the last moment I regain enough presence of mind to whirl around and hit the man in the stomach. He goes down with a grunt of pain, and I jump up to stand over him, my mind still ringing with the sound of the gunshot on the beach. Dear Goddess, I did not tell him often enough that I love him.
*Jonas* Once on the beach, I realize that the channel waters are not as calm as I thought… and it isn't the wind that provides the turbulence. A small boat I recognize as Connor's is moored close to shore, and the soft crunch of sand under my feet soon proves that we are not alone on the beach. "Where the bloody hell have you been?" I whirl around and blink in surprise. The voice sounds as if it belongs to a large, burly sort of fellow, but the man who has just stepped into a shaft of moonlight is slender and disturbingly elegant. Cana is crowning in my head. Connor jerks his head toward the boat and begins wading out into the water, dragging me along with him. "I was unavoidably detained." The other man peruses me rudely. "He's quite fetching, but hardly unavoidable." "Not so fetching," Connor says derisively, "but quite married to a rogue who has been annoying me, he works for getting him here so I can finish him off." I gasp and stumble to my knees, soaking my pants. I stag
*Jonas* I squint at the horizon, but in the dark haze of night I can see nothing. This doesn’t surprise me. Typhon and Fire Moon would never be so stupid as to use a lantern. They’re probably hidden behind a rock or shrub, using the faint moonlight to spy on the activities on the shore below. "I don’t see anything," I say to Connor. "You must be mistaken." "Really think I’m an idiot, don’t you?" he replies, his tone sharp. I ponder that. "No, not an idiot. Many other things, but not an idiot." Cana shifts inside me, her bright eyes glinting with mischief. ‘You know what they say about idiots, right? They often have a gun pointed at their backs.’ I feel myself suppressing a smile. ‘Thanks for the encouragement, Cana.’ ‘Anytime, Jonas. But honestly, if this idiot thinks he can push us around, he’s got another thing coming.’ "Your husband," Connor says, pointing ahead, "is hiding among those trees." "Perhaps we ought to alert him to our presence?" I ask hopefully, my heart raci