Pack, page 13
“I think Jules might have asked her to help me out. But I’m not sure. Do you remember who was in the apartment afterwards?”
“Not particularly, there were a lot of bodies in there. I guess I wasn’t paying that much attention to that. My mind was on the job.” I nodded back at him; it had been a frantically busy time. Everyone had wanted to do their part, to do something. “Okay I’ll speak to Jules about it. Do you have any of the tablets she gave you left?”
I dig into my oversized handbag, dragging it up to the kitchen table and searching it. “Here.” I state handing over the silver foil tab of what had housed eight tablets and now only contained one, with the back unsealed. Addison patted it in his hand. “They kidnap Paris and then give you fake Aspirin, has to be a reason for it. I’ll get someone to look into this, see what they can tell us about it, might give us an idea of who were dealing with or why.”
“Wiatt can look into my cell phone provider, see if he can’t track down my cell phone and see what info he can get off that that might help give us some sort of answer on what the fuck is going on.” Paris instructed to Addison. “And till we know more, I am taking some time off with Bg.”
Addison looks at me and Paris slides his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. “But you just got back.” Addison states looking from one of us to the other. He sounds like he doesn’t want his best friend gone again any time soon either. Even though they were punching each other last night and torturing one another in a male way this morning.
“I need to regroup.” Paris admits truthfully to Addison who silently nods his head in understanding. “We need to regroup.” He says squeezing my side.
“Wiatt is going to go nuts if you blow town without seeing him first. And your mum and old man….Jesus could you give me a bigger headache to deal with than you’re family?”
Paris laughs lightly back at him. “I’ll appease them and get them off your back, but no one else. Bg and I are going to take off this morning.”
“Where?” Addison asks as he starts making his coffee.
“The Hampton’s. I’ll check in from time to time on her phone, but otherwise, we’re going radio silent.”
Addison looks at Paris like he’s crazy. “The Hampton’s, what are you nuts?” I frown unsure of why this is not approved of by Addison.
“What’s wrong with the Hampton’s?” Addison’s head turns me and he gives me a look that says something along the lines of, you’re dumb.
“Bg have you ever been to the Hampton’s?”
“No.”
“Do you know where the Hampton’s are?”
“Uh yeah, on long Island.” I fire back at Addison annoyed at his line of questioning and his tone.
“And where is Plum Island, the place that just held Paris prisoner?” Before I can formulate an answer he offers me one. “It’s just beyond the eastern end of North Fork coast on long Island.”
I look at Paris and share Addison’s look of disbelief at him. “Are you crazy my alpha? Do you have a death wish taking us back close to the very place that just held you prisoner against your will? ”Paris looks back at both of us very coolly, completely un-phased. I feel like he knows something I don’t know and is holding out on me.
“I have a house up there, not in the North Fork section.” Addison is still looking at Paris hard. Clearly unhappy with this development.
“How long?”
“A couple of days tops.” Addison looked at him carefully. “Do you think that’s wise, given what just happened to you in broad day light, in pack territory? I mean, could be like making you fair game. We should up security around you for awhile.”
“No, fair game is better.” Paris replies and both Addison and I stare at him like he’s gone insane.
“What? With no back up, no security, no protection around either of you who both seem to be targeted in this whole thing? Tell me how that’s better?”
“Because I can draw my enemies out.”
My mouth drops open. “Bait them.”
Addison smirks and shakes his finger at Paris. “With something to good to refuse. Making it all too easy for them to come back at you, either of you, both of you together even, close to their territory.”
I smack Paris’s chest with my hand sharply and pull away from him. “And here I was thinking you were going to be all romantic with me. I am so freaking stupid.” I mutter moving away to find my coffee again.
Paris laughs at me. “Sweetheart,” He says walking up behind me and hunching over me, sliding his arms around my waist again. “I have every intention of being romantic and spending some quality time with you.”
“But you want to create a trap for…whoever the fuck is after you…”
“Us actually.”
“So romantic.” I mutter dryly at him turning around to face him. He kisses my mouth hard.
“I know, I get to save the girl.” He says to me pulling away and smiling back at me.
26
A quick mini-shopping spree in Manhattan, on Paris’s tab and he’s picked a set of blue bleached and ripped jeans and a zoo York t-shirt and hoodie a few shirts and t-shirt, and a new cell phone and an ipad that he had the in store clerk set up and get online for him whilst there. I on the other hand am all about the fashion and opt for a denim skirt and a t shirt and a short leather jacket and four other outfits, I could put together for our few days away, including shoes.
“Do you really think it’s wise to do this without additional security with us? Or do you think we’re going to be fine. They’re done with you now?” I ask sliding into the hired limousine’s back seat. Paris pressed the button next to the glass partition between the driver and passenger seats and waited till it rolled up. Making the back seat area private just for us.
“I think I’m probably still being watched. I wasn’t released, I escaped and whilst it wasn’t entirely easy, it wasn’t nearly as hard as it should have been. Given what you guys were doing back here, I think you messed up their plans to find out more about the pack and werewolves in general. So they gave me back hoping we’d start a fight with them.” Paris pauses to drink some bottled water. “And I needed to be seen to be acting normal or you know, like I’m back to being in my own hometown, that’s why we just went on a shopping spree. So they can track us if we are being watched.” He says capping the bottle of water again.
“And if we’re not?” I asked breaking into a soda can from the car’s mini fridge contents.
Paris shrugs his shoulders loosely. “I get to spend quality time with my werewolf. It’s a win-win from where I’m sitting.” He smirks at me. “Besides,” He says pulling out his new cell phone and typing in a text, “Addison knows exactly where we are going to be. You don’t think he’s already setting up security in the Hamptons for us?” He presses the send button on the text and puts the phone away again on his person.
“Texting Addison your new number?”
“I had the sales agent set up the phone in store and gave Addison’s email address for all the details to be sent to immediately. I’ve just low jacked us so he can trace us and see if he can match us up with my other phone. Given what you told me before about my online account details and what you can do to track and trace a phone’s location. Give him an idea if we’re in danger or not.” Paris says matter of factually as he puts his phone away.
I pull my cell phone out. “I better let Bodil know I’m going away for a few days or they’ll be on the war path looking for me. She has me checking in, like clock work. If I don’t then Addison, Wiatt and Jules start getting harassed by Nick, Boden and Booker.”
“It’s taken care of. Addison’s got a handle on things.” Paris replies taking my cell phone off me. “I just want us. No extras.”
“I thought you said, no to additional security being present.”
“Believe me, this time we won’t see any security until they need to be seen. It’s all part of the plan B.” I downed a mouthful of cherry cola and looked at him. I should have known Addison and him wouldn’t need to verbalise everything out loud to get something into place for this problem to be solved. Seems I’d forgotten the number one aspect of both males, that they were alpha werewolves. And strategic thinking was their strong point.
“You know, smart men make very sexy werewolves.” He reaches out for me then, pulling me across the space between the two seats and pulls me onto his lap.
“Ever done it in a limo, in traffic?” He asks me, taking a sip of my soda and looking at me over the top of the can. The drive to the Hamptons, won’t take long. It would take us just over an hour or so depending on traffic conditions, but first we had to get out of Downtown Manhattan.
“I said sexy, not sex. You’re insatiable!”
“I know, it’s a skill I have.” He says kissing my throat and making me angle my head back to give him more room. “I’m making up for lost time B.”
“Are you going to play fair this time and let me come?” I moan back at him, liking the way his lips feel on my skin. This is much nicer than the soda.
“Yes, I want to make you come again and again.” He says into my skin as he starts working his mouth up to my neck and nips at my ear lobe. “I want to watch you come with me, for me, because of me.” And his mouth keeps working its way around me, and across onto my face until he finds my mouth, eagerly awaiting his kiss. I move around, so I’m straddling his lap and he pushes my skirt up my thighs, up my waist to get it out of his way. Paris shape shifts his finger nails to claw tips and tears at my underwear, ripping it off me, before shape shifting his nails back. “I want you naked. I want to watch you on me.” Paris moans as he starts slipping my jacket off me.
I glance at the car windows either side of us. They’re dark but I can still see out pretty damn clearly. “They’re tinted.” He says as if reading my mind. I start slipping of my t-shirt top as his hands skim underneath it to cup my breasts and bring them to his mouth. His tongue teases my nipple as he squeezes my breast in his hands.
“So is this all about what my alpha wants then?” I mutter flicking my t-shirt aside. Paris looks up at me, over the tops of the bulging spheres of my breasts cupped together.
“No, it’s about what my little wolf needs.” He replies with a wicked grin at me. I look back out the window, we’re still moving in traffic. Not at a standstill, nobody is watching us. If they are, I wouldn’t have a clue.
“Well I think it’d be obvious what I need after this morning’s wake up call.” Paris’s hands drop to my mini skirt’s waist. “Don’t even think of ripping this skirt. I just bought it.” I give him a warning look. Paris chuckles and I scramble off him and move back further into the limo’s space between the two sets of seats. With one hand on the roof to steady myself, and me on my knees, I shimmy the skirt down my hips with one hand. Paris watches with amusement. “Top off, and get ready, I do not want to be kept waiting.”
“Yes little wolf.” Paris replies unzipping his hoodie and pulling it off himself roughly, before sliding off his t-shirt to reveal that perfectly defined chest for me. I sigh at the sight. I push my skirt down as he undoes his jeans and pulls his cock free of their binding, letting his jeans slip low around his hips. I lick my lips as I eye his erection, as he puts a condom on his cock.
I am half standing in a hunched over state, in the moving limousine, completely naked. Having kicked off my new shoes and disregarded all clothing. I make my way towards him again, to the low seat he is on and Paris helps me, slid back down his legs, stoping before his cock. I look down at it and slide right down his thighs, to press the very edge of me up against the base of it. I start rubbing myself against the sensitive skin of where his balls connect to his cock. Paris’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Now imagine me deny you your release after doing this for a long time.” I mutter at him, watching his facial reactions. One hand still on the roof as I rock and rub myself against him. “And you might understand a bit of my frustration from the last twenty four hours.”
“I’d really rather you didn’t.” He says somewhat angrily and his facial expression hardens slightly. It’s an odd reaction from him. Paris and I play little seduction games with one another all the time, we tease one another but we always come through, because that’s the fun. I lift myself up and his focus shifts to helping guiding me down onto him.
“Fuck yes.” He hisses as I slowly lower myself down onto him completely till I’m still, with him buried deep inside me. “My wolf,” he says locking eyes with me, as I raise my second arm to the roof to steady myself. “Take me.” He commands with daring in his eyes. A smile is all he gets from me as a warning and then I’m moving.
Up and down on his cock I bounce and my pace is fast and steady. My thighs are strong and my feet are balanced on my toes as I push and slide myself up and down on him, to my own satisfaction. Paris is hopeless to do more than help guide my hips and moan continuously with every movement on him. My arms drop down and my hands press against his smooth chest. I move my palms flat to his skin down his pecs until they’re covering his nipples. Moving with every jerking motion I make bouncing up and down on him. Rubbing him with their friction.
Paris’s moans deepen. He’s screwed, literally, but I can tell he’s going to come hard. Paris growls slightly and he moves one hand and his thumb flicks over my clit and I gasp at it. He’s working me at the same time I’m working him. “Take what’s yours.” He mutters at him between clenched teeth. He’s trying to hold on to some control, waiting for me to come first, waiting for me to reach my orgasm so he can come with me.
And my body responds, easily to his touch and I feel the familiar build up, creeping up in me as I start gasping and breathing in bursts. And then it happens, my orgasm comes out of nowhere and I’m clenching him, gripping his shoulders for dear life as I cry out, my body reacting to his as Paris joins me and we come together, shaking and trembling in one another’s embrace. My orgasm seems endless as I am taken along for the ride of it after shocking my body on his cock. Paris’s is watching me and getting off on me getting off on him. It’s like an endless loop of pleasure for a very long, hot moment as we endure our release to one another together.
“Oh. Dear. God.” I mutter breathlessly, collapsing against his chest.
“Seconded.” Paris mutters breathing heavily, his arms wrapping around my bare back. I can’t lift my head, I feel rather elated and wiped out and content to stay where I am on his lap. Paris makes no effort to move me either. We remain joined together and collecting our scattered thoughts and getting our breathing under control. “What you do to me, little wolf should be illegal.” He says happily and kisses the top of my head.
27
A two hour car drive sees us arrive at the house in the Hamptons. After collecting our shopping the driver is dismissed and sent away.
“He’s on call.” Paris says to me as the limousine drives off. I look up at the house before us on the beach. It’s Paris’s holiday-getaway-house. All of the D’arenberg family have places in the Hampton. “I’m going to organize an on call chef for us to come in and cook a few meals for us so we don’t have to bother with that stuff.” Paris says walking over to me and sliding an arm around my waist.
“It’s not necessary”
“I figure I should put that ipad to use and making Addison do a little extra work for me.” He smiles.
“That’s mean. He’s not your butler you know.” We start walking up to the front of the house. “Like he doesn’t have enough to sort out with us being up here and him being down there.” I mutter as Paris glances across at me.
“So you’re team Addison then?”
“What?”
“Rushing to his defense.” Paris snipes pettily.
I frown back at him. “Please, my thighs are still quaking from what you did to me in the limo, or have you forgotten that already? Petty jealousy is so not you.”
“I know. But it was a one off request. Given the week that’s been, I feel I have the right to push my demands on him for a bit.”
I roll my eyes and want to tell him to let it go, the whole Addison and me thing. Haven’t we both said we didn’t fuck, enough for him to believe it yet?
“You’re going to milk this for all you can huh?”
“Something like that.” Paris replies arrogantly. “When he finally puts up some resistance I might consider being less of a prick.”
I walk up the front steps to the porch behind him. I figure Addison is being politely patient with Paris, keeping in mind what he’s been through. Other than that, there is an expiration date for testing his best friend, he has to know that right.
Then again, he is an alpha werewolf male and their mindset is anything like my beta brain. They’re used to this kind of bullshit behavior with one another, exerting power and using it, because they can. Because some werewolf, is going to just accept it, because they don’t think to not accept it.
There is still so much we need to talk about from last week’s kidnapping. But I don’t want to push him. I mean, there’s something in his manner that’s telling me to be cautious with him. For the most part he’s acting like he’s Paris and back in control of things, in charge and like the alpha male werewolf I’ve known all along. But there’s some sort of irritation in his behavior that keeps creeping in and he keeps pulling back from. I’m pretty sure it will come out on its own or when he feels he can talk. But I don’t know too many alpha’s who are open to being honest and being made to feel vulnerable about their emotions.
The house is large. Werewolves and space, an architects dream come true. There’s more space here than in Paris’s apartment, but some things are still the same. Some favorites, that he clearly likes the most.
Polished wooden floors, modern furniture, but no clutter. A few essential pieces for each room.
“So what do you think?” Paris asks me as he silently tours me around his holiday home.
