I had to smile as I thought about Bobby's wolf, he was a smart one. He'd found the one way to get close to his mate without scaring her, and the close contact would build the bond between them. Things were different when your mate was a human, since they didn't feel the mating pull like a werewolf would. It was more of a feeling of love and safety, it had been explained to me. "You just feel like you are home in his arms," one of the women who took the change and joined our Pack had told us. "The love built up from there."
I picked up the empty ice cream container and cheese bag along with the spoon and brought them back into the kitchen to throw away. "How long have they been there?"
"They were asleep when we got here at 4:30," Alice said. "Haven't heard a peep out of them since."
"Let them sleep. If they wake up, offer them food." I walked back up to our room, and Clark woke when I opened the door. I told him where I found her and with who.
"Bobby's wolf is smarter than he is," he said with a chuckle. "When she wakes up, we need to get some answers. I want to know who took her and where she's been the last four years."
"I don't know if she's ready for that," I said as I sat on the edge of the bed by him. "Hell, I don't know if I'M ready to hear what she went through."
He pulled me into his lap, his lips moving down to kiss my mating mark at the junction of my left shoulder and neck. I moaned as I moved my head, giving him full access as his hands moved up my sides. "I want you," he said.
"I'm yours," I moaned as his hands cupped my breasts. My body hadn't changed much in the sixty years we had been mated, and I could pass as a woman in her early thirties in the human world. His fingers tweaked my nipples as his kisses moved along my neck, then they moved up and pulled the nightgown from my shoulders. The cooler air hit my breasts as it fell to my waist, and I leaned back into him as he resumed his play with them.
I could feel his arousal, hard against my thigh through the silk boxers he was wearing. My hand moved down to trace its length, causing his breath to hitch. "Stand," he whispered to me.
I stood up, letting the nightgown fall to the floor. My panties followed them down, and I stood by the bed waiting for his next desire. He lay back on the bed, lifting his hips and I pulled his boxers down his leg. I licked my lips as his excitement was exposed; he was everything my wolf and I had ever desired, and he was all mine.
I moved forward, leaning down over the bed until I was breathing on the swollen tip. My tongue licked out, tasting him before I took him into my mouth and then my throat. I kept my eyes on his as I used all my tricks to drive him wild; when I took him deep and started to hum, he pulled me off and tossed me onto the middle of the bed. I laughed as I saw his wolf coming forward. I had teased him and now I would pay the price, a price my wolf and I were happy to pay over and over.
He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up in the air, bringing my knees underneath as my head remained on the mattress. He growled as he plunged his length into me, and I moaned in pleasure as he filled me. The room was filled with my moans of pleasure, the slapping of his hips to mine and the liquid sounds from my overheated sex. I was working up to a huge orgasm, and he was too. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up and back, my back arched and my mouth open, then he bit down hard on my mark and I exploded. "CLARK," I yelled as my body shook with pleasure.
He slammed in one last time and I felt myself being filled with his hot essence. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me up as the tremors continued to move through my body. When they were done, he lowered us back to the bed. He held me to him until he disengaged, then he got up and went to the bathroom before cleaning me up. "It gets better all the time," he told me with a smile as he wiped my thighs.
"Maybe my next heat will catch," I said. I felt bad I had not been able to provide him an heir; the doctors had not found a physical reason in either of us, but I knew he was worried.
"It may or may not, but my love for you will not change," he told me. "Now let's get dressed, I smell biscuits." I didn't bother showering; werewolves had a different way of looking at things including sex. The scent of sex on the Alpha pair reassured the wolves of the Pack that the Alphas were happy and the pack was prosperous. It also settled his wolf when there were powerful unmated males around, like the Alpha sons of the Sulphur River Pack. I pulled on underwear and a sundress, then thin sandals, while he put on slacks and a polo shirt. He kissed me deeply before he led me downstairs.
One of the kitchen girls was standing in front of the lounge area, keeping the people out while our guests continued to sleep deeply. Clark had his hand on my back as we greeted Pack members on the way to our seats, where he pulled out my chair before sitting down. Breakfast was served over a two- hour period, so they weren't waiting for us, but they did stop eating until we sat. Trays and bowls were passed, and the topic of conversation was no surprise. Everyone was talking about Niesha's return and Nisha's disappearance.
I saw Randall coming down the stairs from his guest room, looking around and sniffing. "Come in here, Randall," I said as I waved at him. "He's in the lounge room with Niesha, she's finally sleeping."
His eyes got wide. "She accepted him?"
"His wolf is with her, she isn't scared by him that way. She's pretty overwhelmed by it all, you have to remember she was only fourteen when she was taken. You probably know better than anyone what she went through."
"I do, and this is good news for both of them that they can be together." He came in and sat down, the food being passed his way. "Have you made any progress in finding her a therapist to work with?"
"Not within the Packs," I said. I had made discreet inquiries of the other Lunas, asking about a counselor to help one of my young females who had been raped. "None of the Lunas had any specialists, they all recommended talking to the Pack Doctor."
"Pack Doctors aren't equipped to deal with this kind of trauma," I said. "From the victim statements of the other girls recovered, they were treated like cattle; drugged, beaten and tortured into compliance. They are going to need years of therapy, and even then, they will struggle to regain their lives. Post traumatic stress, difficulty forming relationships, sexual dysfunction, even depression and suicide. I know Niesha was strong, but she's lost her wolf and her hope."
"I lost my baby too," a voice said from the doorway. We all looked up, Niesha was standing there, her hand gripping the fur on Bobby's neck as she leaned on him. "He raped me and took my son."
"Who took your baby," I said as my heart broke for her.
"I don't know his name. He was an Alpha. Beta Todd gave me to him, he kept me leashed in a basement and made me pregnant. When my son was born, he took him."
The table was practically shaking with rage, and it was scaring her. "CALM YOUR WOLVES," Clark commanded. "Males, except Randall, leave us through the kitchen."
The men got up and walked around the table, knowing better than to look at Niesha, and exited out the back door. I heard some shift and howl, probably going to run it off. The knowledge that this had happened to a fourteen-year-old girl, one who was family to us, and confirming who it was, had us all on edge. "You are safe her, Niesha. Come, sit down and have some breakfast."
She looked around, then looked at Randall. He was the only one she didn't know. "Niesha, this is Randall Meechum. He's from the Sulphur River Pack in Texas, and he is also a Special Agent with the FBI. He was involved in the investigation into your rescue from the hotel."
Her hand went to her face as she gasped and stepped back. "He's after her? She helped me!"