20 comments/ 58972 views/ 86 favorites Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 01 By: mokkelke I would like to thank AsylumSeeker for kindly taking on a rookie hobby writer like myself. He did a grand job in editing my first few tentative steps into this writing world. (don't hesitate to read his work here on Lit., I know I've enjoyed reading them myself) Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan Chapter One: Meeting One Another. The four girls entered The Vixen, feeling the beat of the music and instantly they made their way towards the bar. The smallest of them separated from the group and went looking for a vacant booth. Luckily the little redhead came across a group of people just leaving theirs and she hurried to claim the booth successfully. She kept looking over the dancing crowd in front of her, trying to get a glimpse of her girlfriends. A few minutes passed before her friends finally found her. “Bron, you sure have some luck with those booths, you always manage to get one!” Fran said while settling herself next to her friend and handing her over a strawberry vodka. The other two girls settled themselves on the other side of the table, hugging their drinks. “Well Fran, here's to your new job, chin chin,” Mia said, lifting up her drink towards the middle of the table. “Hope it turns out well and maybe you can get lucky with one of the office jocks,” she added with a mischievous smile. “Mia!!!” Fran gasped, she shouldn't have been surprised, it was just like Mia to be so blunt and straightforward about things. “You know I don't mix work with my private life, so keep on dreaming. But cheers anyways, I really hope this job works out fine.” “Chin chin nonetheless Fran, it came from Bron. It's well deserved,” Lis continued, knowing how long all those interviews took. “You'd think you'd be working for the government by the end of them.” “That's true, it was a long haul but I got the job in the end. So it's only justified that I treat myself on a night out with you gals and celebrate. As of Monday I'm starting my new career,” Fran continued excitedly. “But come on, we didn't come here to sit here all night and talk about my new job, we're here to celebrate. Let's hit the dance floor!!!” Grabbing Bron she started to slide out of the booth but Bron pulled back her arm. “You know I don't dance hun, just let me soak up the atmosphere.” “Party pooper,” was Fran’s quick reply. Giving a little wink she grabbed the other two and they made their way to the dance floor. The beat of the new Black Eyed Peas song erupted from the boxes and it didn't take long for the girls to find their dance groove. *** From the moment she walked into the club Nick was aware of her, he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He could feel the shivers going down his spine, his senses went into overdrive. Slowly he kept following the foursome, noticed one going away in the direction of the booths in the back of the club. Holding his bottle of beer he followed the one girl, confident the others would show up there pretty soon. Settling against the wall in one of the darker corners he chuckled to himself. Of all places I have to find my mate in my brother’s club. The irony. Scouting the people around him he let his thoughts wander a bit. He was really surprised when he felt his wolf howl in appreciation when he saw the four entering the club. He knew straight away which one was destined to be his. 175 years old and only now I come across my one true mate. To make things even more complicated she is full human. I have to get to know her, gain her trust. I've waited long enough. He pushed back his wolf who was getting more and more excited and he explained to him it wasn't the right time, that they needed to have some patience with her. Reluctantly the wolf backed down. Still eyeing the booth he saw the other girls joining the first one. Observing them he noticed they were celebrating something. If it wasn't for the loud music he could have heard what it was about, but even his more sensitive senses had their limits in this kind of place. Just when he made up his mind to approach the group the tall brunette got up, trying to coax the little one with her, to no avail. He saw the other two following her to the side of the dance floor. Putting his beer aside he decided it was time to make his move. Stalking his way around a few people it only took him a few seconds to find her swaying to the upbeat tempo of the song. He drank in the sight of her, feeling his groin stir as well. He started dancing to the music as well, moving in as close as he could behind her. Inhaling deeply he smelled strawberries, it suited her, he thought as he smiled inwardly. All of a sudden one of the other party goers crashed into the girls in front of him. The other two managed to stay upright but he moved in fast grabbing her before she completely toppled over. Damn she feels so perfect against me. Holding her firm but gently he kept her there for a while longer, making sure she found her footing again. He heard the music change into a slower song. Bending down slightly he brushed away her hair and whispered, “How about you turn around and let me have this dance as a little thank you for keeping you safe?” He felt her tense up for only a few seconds before he felt her turning around, noticing the encouraging nod she got from her two friends who started making their way back to their booth. When she finally looked up at him he was at a loss for words, he already knew she looked gorgeous, but up close she was stunning. There wasn't much makeup to be found on her face, one thing he liked instantly. Bright green colored, almond shaped eyes looked up at him. Natural colored lips were slightly parted. “Sure,” she managed to answer, “that's the least I can do, mister.” “Nick's the name.” Moving her closer to him he let one hand rest just above her delicious bum and the other hand trailed under her hair towards her neck, cupping her head ever so lightly. “And what's the name of the damsel in distress I rescued?” he whispered in her ear, slowly moving them about to the sensual slow beat of the song. *** She was happily dancing with her girls when suddenly a few too enthusiastic dancers came crashing into them. Realizing too late she was about to fall over badly she started moving her arms around widely trying to keep the little balance she still had, but it didn't matter. She felt herself going down. Only she didn't hit the floor, didn't even reach it. Grasping the arm around her waist she realized someone caught her just in time. She felt herself held gently against a broad, rock hard chest. Looking down at the arm she was grasping she saw the man holding her had a slight tan and very muscular and strong arms. Feeling her hair being brushed away she heard him say something. Not really understanding what he said, she managed to grasps a few words. She lifted her head up looking at her two friends, who managed to stay upright. She noticed both of them looking surprised at her but then both of them nodded, turned and made their way back to their table. How can they leave me here with this stranger! Traitors. Then she remembered, turned around and recalled something else, something about a dance. “Sure, that's the least I can do, mister,” she managed to say once she looked up at him. Applauding herself for not melting on the spot she kept looking at him, noticing he was downright, scandalously sexy and hot as hell. His long raven black hair was held tight by a ribbon low on his neck, bright blue eyes, sharp nose and luscious, so kissable lips. Wonder how they would taste. She vaguely heard him say his name was Nick and was asking for her name. “Fran,” she managed to reply. Feeling how he gently hugged her to him, one hand low on her back, the other gently cupping her head. She felt content and rested her head on his chest and let him lead away. With closed eyes she memorized how he felt, how he made her feel right there. Rubbing her neck slowly she thought she'd melt on the spot, never imagining just a simple caress could be so arousing. And judging by the bulge she felt against her tummy, he liked it as well. Neither said a word, they just kept moving to the slow movements of the song, reveling in the comfort of his arms. She wished the song would never end. She knew he was a complete stranger but she felt safe. She felt him brush his lips gently over her temple, moving down to her ear and neck, which sent shivers down her spine in anticipation of what more he'd dare to do. But after a few more small nibbles on her neck he straightened up. Cupping her face in both his hands he gently moved her face up so she could see straight in his face. The look he had in his eyes would have melted any female but his eyes were set on her alone. He kept looking at her face as if he was memorizing every little detail of her. Then he lowered himself and captured her lips, licking slowly over the bottom lip, giving tiny kisses on the edges of her mouth. Tilting her head a little bit to give him easier access to her she let out a small sigh, taking that moment to invite his tongue into her mouth, intensifying their kiss. From the moment their tongues met it was like all floodgates opened and neither could hold back the passion that formed between them. Holding each other tight they devoured one another, neglecting the appraising looks they got from the other people around them. Gasping for air they finally let go. Blushing heavily, Fran rested her head on his chest. “Oh boy,” she managed to blurt out. “Oh boy indeed,” came his reply. Still holding her he pressed her lower back a little. She could feel the bulge she felt before had grown. “Oh boy,” was all she managed to say again. “If you’re gonna keep up the ‘oh boy’ act, missy, then I'm dragging you out of here forgetting that I'm trying to be a gentleman here,” he told her, pulling her even closer to him. Nuzzling her neck he murmured, “The things i could do with your body, hmm.” “Nick!” She pushed slightly against his chest, but he wasn't moving one inch. Grinning at her he winked and straightened up. Keeping one arm loosely around her he moved them to the beat, not wanting to let her go just yet. “Ok, ok, I'll behave,” he chuckled, “for now,” giving her another mischievous wink and twirling her around. He surprised himself, sure he could dance, but never set out to stay on the floors really, he only came to the club to help his younger brother watch over the crowd a bit. Normally he kept to the shadowy parts of the dance club. But looking at the woman in his arms he was glad he stalked to her in time and was able to keep her upright, making it a little easier for him to introduce himself. If he'd let his wolf decide, he'd have jumped her right there and then but they battled it out and he pleaded, reasoned and won. When the time was right the wolf could have his way, but for now he was calling the shots. Right now all he could think about how he was going to keep her in his life, not wanting her to think that tonight was all it was going to be. Being a full human made things a bit more complicated, and with him being the Alpha Alpha made it twice as bad. He pushed those thoughts away for now, wanting to enjoy the moment for a while longer. *** Fran started to get very thirsty. Panting lightly she thought to herself that it had been a while since she’d had such fun, just dancing. Sure she was aware of the sexual tension between them, but apart from that one remark he hadn't made any more moves or say anything. They just danced and danced. While her shirt was clinging to her sweaty body, thirsty as hell, he didn't seem to have been affected by the effort, not even panting from all that dancing and jumping about. “Nick, i really have to get back to the girls now and I'm thirsty as hell, I really need a drink and rest a bit.” Hugging her gently to him he answered, “Ok, I've worn out a bit there, didn't I?” Giggling a bit she gave him a slight pat on his arm. “No you haven't, but truth is, my girls would start a search and rescue soon.” “We can't have that, now can we?” he chuckled. Turning her around, facing the booth he asked, “Mind if I join you?” He dragged her back gently against him, lowering his head. “I'd really like it if we could get to know each other a bit better.” Softly brushing his lips in the crook of her neck, after giving a few small kisses he continued. “I'd even dare to say I'm hoping to find out how exactly I can wear you out.” He knew it was a bold statement to make, but he just had to find a way to keep her close and make it obvious he was interested in her. Not being able to look him straight in the face, she was glad he couldn't really see the surprise on her face. Sure she was aware of the sensual connection they had while dancing. She also liked the fact he really didn't come across as being the pushy type of guy. And while he only gave a few small kisses she felt like she was on fire from head to toe. She really thought he was more of a player, picking someone out and spending a few dances with them, then moving on. But somewhere she knew that wasn't so, just a figment of her imagination. Not a single thing pointed that way. Maybe he really was interested in her, wanted to get to know her better. And he was cheeky, she had to admit, another thing she kind of liked about him. Gathering her wits again she took hold of one of his hands and turned slightly around to him. “Sure, join us. But I can't promise you'll find out what wears me out, though,” she countered his last remark, giving him a girlish wink. *** Slowly they made their way back to the booth where the other girls were just finishing their drinks. “Hi girls, made it back in one piece. This is Nick.” Turning to him she continued, “Nick these are Lis, Mia and Bron.” She pointed to each girl when she said their names. “Good evening ladies, nice to meet you all,” he greeted, noticing their just emptied drinks. “What you say I get us another round of drinks?” “Sure, why not,” Lis answered, holding up her glass. “I'll have the same again.” The rest of them did the same. Memorizing the drinks he said, “I'll be right back.” Turning towards the bar, he disappeared into the dancing crowd. He wasn't gone long when all of the girls started talking and giggling with each other at the same time. “Damn, Fran, you sure got lucky with that piece of hot meat there. Wouldn't mind setting my teeth into him,” Mia blurted out. Blushing slightly, she glared back at Mia. Mine, she thought possessively, not really sure where that thought came from. “He sure is cute, yeah, and nice. Good dancer too.” She winked. The conversation about Nick stalled when they saw him coming towards them again, holding a tray with all their drinks. “Here you go ladies, and it's from the house,” he said, handing out the drinks one by one. “You sure we don't have to pay, Nick?” Fran asked. “Yup, I'm sure, perks of the job,” he replied and winked. “Oh, you work here then?” Lis asked. “Yes and no,” was his reply. “I'm here occasionally just keeping an eye on things. Favor to the family you could say.” For once he was glad his younger brother made him come to the club one or two nights a week, knowing he was a real workaholic. And he’d hit two birds with one stone. The club was frequented a lot by his kind and mostly things were ok, but once in a while things had the possibility of getting heated and with him just being around then made it rather easy to cool things off. They knew not to piss off the Alpha Alpha. And at the same time he had the chance of unwinding a little after work hours. Pulling Fran up, he sat down in her place, grabbed her waist and gently set her on his lap. She looked at him rather puzzled at this bold move. Cradling her against his chest, one arm loosely around her hip, he told her, “This is only a four seat booth, can't just drop you on the ground now, can I? And I'd like to sit too.” He grinned. She fit perfectly in the crook of his arm. It didn't take long before all of them were engaging in some easy conversations. Time passed quickly and Fran found herself cuddling up closer on Nicks lap, resting her head on his shoulder, his arms holding her gently and his one hand slowly caressing her thigh. “Someone getting tired?” he whispered in her ear. “Yeah, just a little bit, it's been a hectic day today,” she answered. “But it's quite clear the others aren't up for leaving just yet. Just give me a few and I'll be fine again.” “You all came together then?” he asked. “Of course, getting a parking space in this part of town is near impossible. We met up at my place and Lis drove us here. She lives two stories higher than me,” she explained. Smelling an opportunity he offered, “If you really are that tired I could bring you home?” Sitting up she looked straight at him. “No, I can't ask that of you.” “Well you didn't ask, I offered, big difference. I promise just to get you home safely, being the gentleman and all. That's how our evening started, might as well end like it,” he countered her argument. She let out a small chuckle. “You sure are persistent, aren't you?” “Hmmm, when I want to be, yeah, and when it's worth it,” he said while giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. Looking at the other girls she tried to make her mind up, she really was tired, and who knew how long the others would keep on partying. She knew it was her night out but it never stopped the others from going until the morning hours, and she mostly felt like a wreck then when she came home. It would mean a lot to her if she could get home now and wake up tomorrow feeling like a half decent human being in the morning. Making up her mind she asked the girls whether they still planned on hitting another club or not. Getting a yes from the others she looked back up to Nick. “Seems it's your lucky evening then, if you really don't mind that is. You sure you can just leave your job to take me home?” Grinning widely at his triumph he answered, “As I said before I'm only here occasionally as a favor, it's not a job to me, I can go whenever I want to. So no, I really don't mind bringing you home,” he reassured her, giving her a quick squeeze in his arms. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 02 Thank you all for the nice replies on the previous chapter. Here we have the continuation. Again many thanks go towards AsylumSeeker for editing Ch2. I promise I am working on the rest of the stories. Feedback, positive or negative, is more then welcome, all I ask is to keep it polite. Enjoy the read. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan Chapter Two: A Nice Ride Home Getting up they said their goodbyes to the other girls. Holding her hand Nick weaved his fingers together with hers, leading her out of the club. Once outside he brought up his arm, holding her close to him while he led her to the side of the building. Reaching for the car keys in his jeans he stopped next to a midnight blue Jaguar XK. Pressing the button he unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for her. She looked puzzled towards him. "You drive that?" She pointed at the car again, her excitement growing by the minute. She didn't get in, but moved around the door, slowly walking round the car, one finger slipping over the side and hood of the car. Now it was his turn to be puzzled, her tiredness seemed to be gone from one minute to the next. "Yeah, at least tonight, I got a few cars." he admitted. "A few?" He chuckled. "Yeah a few, perks that come with the job. I own my own company, as I said, I'm only here as a favor to the family. I don't really work here." "So this one," she continued, "basic or custom model? I like the color, nice to see one not in bright yellow like most others." "Well it's pretty basic, just had the engine pumped a bit. Oh and the car seat adjusted," he said, scratching his head, "else I wouldn't fit." Going around the rest of the car she smiled up at him. "She a smooth ride?" "Want to find out?" came his reply. To his own amusement he found himself stretching out his arm, the keys dangling on his finger. "How much I'd love to but I won't, I only live nearby, that wouldn't do it justice," she replied, a bit surprised. He would let her drive this beauty, no questions asked? However she knew the short drive would only be a tease, so better pass. Coming over to her he grabbed her hand, put the keys in it and said, "Then take us for a longer drive, we're not that far from the city edge, there are some long easy roads." She had better say yes now before he changed his mind, he normally never let anyone else drive any of his cars. He had a few, but for all he cared she could take whichever one she wanted, it was all fine. It did come as a bit of a surprise that she seemed to love and appreciate nice cars, and he'd bet if they talked cars in more detail she'd understand what they would be talking about. "You sure?" she asked again. Moving to the driver's side he opened the door, pointing inward. "Get in before I change my mind," he said with a wink, "I'm sure you know a few roads around." Unable to keep the excitement at bay she walked up to him, hugged him tightly, and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek before sliding in the driver's seat. He just stood there, frozen, reveling in the imprint her body made against his, remembering each curve. Getting his act together he closed the door, hurried around the car and got in the passenger seat himself, for the first time ever in one of his own cars. "Thank you again, Nick," she said while starting up the car. Steering the car towards the passing traffic, she quickly accelerated and placed the car amongst the rest, driving towards the edge of town. The short drive was spent in easy silence, she enjoying the ride, Nick just looking at her, drinking in each bit of her he could see. The more he found out about her, the more he wanted her, not just as his mate, but as a friend, companion and certainly as a lover. His mind wandering a bit he did worry about how he was going to explain to her that werewolves and the like were no myth or fairytale, but actual living creatures. They had their own problems and hierarchy, and he had advanced as high as one could in the werewolf community, the king amongst kings and queens. "Mind if I take up the speed a bit? The road seems deserted enough here and I'd love to hear the engine work a bit," she asked. Fran still couldn't really believe he'd let her drive his car, it was a secret passion of hers that none of her friends knew about. She loved fast cars, but sadly she was in no position to afford one like this on her own, so driving one was even rarer. She felt like a child let loose in a candy store. Looking to the surroundings for a few seconds he then turned towards her. "Sure, crank it up a notch, should be fine out here." Once back to watching her, he could see the excitement on her face when she started to drive faster, hands gripping the steering wheel. Still amazed by the fact he'd let her drive his car, he could see she was having the time of her life. Keeping her eyes glued to the road, she took the curves with ease, as if it was all she had to do all day long. Taking note as to where exactly they were driving he pointed out a small road to her. "Take a turn there, follow it, we can sit there for a bit if you like, then head back home." Scouting in the direction he had pointed out, she noticed the small road, turning onto and following it. It led them through a dense forest which then opened up to a small lake. Stopping not far away from some large rocks she shut down the car and simply took in the beautiful sight in front of her. "It's beautiful, so calm. I never knew we had a lake so close to town," she said. "It's beautiful indeed," he said while gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, letting his hand rest on her shoulder for a few seconds, noticing the shivers it gave her. "Come, let's get out and go for a small walk, it's still quite warm." Both walked silently to the lake. Once there she handed over the car keys again. "Thanks again, you have no idea how that made my day," she said again "You can stop with the thank-you's now, I'll get embarrassed soon," he told her while giving her a small nudge with his shoulder. "It was nothing really. Just hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did." "Don't get me started. The girls don't know about it but it's been a secret hobby since I was able to walk. My daddy was a mechanic and whenever I could I followed him like a shadow. As I got older and was able to help out it didn't take long to get me interested even more," she told him, gazing into the distance. Grabbing her hand again, he weaved his fingers through hers and gave a gentle tug. "Let's walk for a bit and you keep telling, I'll listen." Exhaling softly she continued. "I was an only child so daddy spoiled me, only a little. When I got to my teens I was able to take apart a complete engine and put it back together. When I was old enough to get my driver's license daddy bought me a cheap car wreck." She laughed at the memories. "I'm still surprised it didn't fall apart when we arrived with it at the garage. But it was mine, took me the better part of two years to completely do it up and make it road worthy." Sadness covered her face but she continued. "Once it was finished and having checked everything twice over I was so proud of what I'd accomplished, so was daddy. Excited to give the car a test drive I took my daddy along." She stopped walking and turned around, watching the lake, sighing a little then dropping her head. Standing behind her Nick put his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. "You don't have to go on if you don't want to." Having a gut feeling that whatever came next wasn't going to be something he'd like hearing, simply because it made her sad, he didn't want her to be sad, not if he could help it. "It's ok," she said, reassuring herself a little. She knew she didn't talk about what happened much and even though she only knew Nick a few hours it felt like she knew him a lot longer. Also, having his arms around her made her feel safe, protected, a feeling she never experienced many times before. "We didn't get far, maybe two to three miles from the garage. I was crossing the street, we had a green light. A truck ran right into our side. I escaped with a few minor bruises and a broken arm but daddy..." she hesitated a little. "Daddy got quite severe injuries. Most of them healed but he broke his back as well, paralyzing him from the waist down. If you would have seen the car after the accident you'd be surprised he even made it out alive. His side was completely mashed together; they had to cut it open just to get him out." She held back a small sob but couldn't stop a few silent tears from trickling down her cheek. "Shh, it's ok." Nick comforted her, slowly turning her around in his arms. Noticing the tears he lowered his head and kissed them away, repeating the action in silence until there wasn't a single one left. "I'm assuming he's in a wheelchair now?" he asked. "Yes, he is. I know he doesn't blame me for it, it's a freak accident, but still I can't shake this feeling of, of..." She sighed again, resting her forehead against his chest. "I don't know, it just doesn't feel right. He had to give up being a mechanic, the third thing he loved most besides my mom and myself. He tried after he got better, but being bound to the wheelchair was too restricting for him. He tried running the more business side of the garage, but that didn't work out, he missed the grease too much, working on the actual cars. So after a year he sold his half of the garage to his partner and retired." "How is he doing now?" He had a feeling she didn't talk about this much so he gently tried to pry a bit further, hoping that if she told him more she'd feel better later on. "Right now he's doing fine, he went through hell at first though, getting chair bound, then selling his part of the business. Strange but true he's dealing cars now. A friend asked if he was able to find him an old sports car and the search got him hooked. One thing led to another and he's now one of the few in the country dealing in rare and hard to find cars," she ended. "So if I want to find an old Ferrari from the sixties your old man is the one to talk to then?" Giving him a mock blow on his shoulder she said, "Never call him an old man, he'd chase you halfway around the country to rectify that!" Fran was barely able to hold back her laughter. "So even though things didn't start so well he ended up happy now?" "Yes, he's happy now." "So why do you still feel it isn't right then?" he pushed a little. It was clear her dad had accepted his current condition and made it work. He wondered why she still hadn't accepted it. Her laughter stopped immediately. As she looked up at him with pain in her eyes he regretted asking her right away. But he was curious now as well, what in her mind could make that tragic event still make her feel so sad about it? Hugging her closer he gently pressed her head against his chest, stroking her hair, playing with a few strands. Releasing a heavy sigh she started talking again. "I have come to terms with all of it, I gave it a place, I can see how my daddy changed and accepted it as well. But I can't lose the feeling I got away too easy. Sure my car was a heap of scrap metal, but that's nothing, if needed that could be replaced. Though it saddened me a great deal, we worked together on that car for two years and then that car got him in his current state. Before the doctors told him he'd never be able to walk again we were already planning on rebuilding it together." "But then getting the news he couldn't walk anymore shattered that dream again, I suppose?" "Yeah, I was devastated. One for the fact he got chair bound and secondly because we couldn't have that one on one time anymore both of us loved so much, it isn't right!" she said firmly. "I haven't been near a garage since, apart from picking up and dropping off my own car for annual checkups." Leaving her hair alone he moved his gentle ministration to her back, giving a few massaging strokes on her neck, slowly moving down her spine until he reached the top of her jeans, then repeating the movement back upwards. "Hmmm see if I get this right, because of the accident you have stopped doing the one thing you loved doing most, cause you think it's not right doing so cause you can't do it with your dad?" he summed up. He felt her tense up just a little. "If you put it like that, then yes, I have," she replied a bit angrily. A plan was already forming in his head, one which would mean they would spend more time together, get to know each other better and it could give back something she obviously missed a lot. "Would it really be that bad to fiddle with a car? You certainly still know your cars." He looked down to her, giving her a mischievous wink and a little nod of his head in the direction of his Jag. "It's not because I don't 'fiddle' with them anymore, that I don't know them," she said, giving him another mock blow to his shoulder. Holding back a chuckle he rubbed his shoulder, making it seem she really hurt him with her mocking blow. His eyes caught the time on his watch. Reaching for his keys again he held them towards her again. "Why don't you drive yourself home? I can drive to mine from there on," he said. Having seen the time on her own watch she realized they'd spent more time out here than she'd thought. "If you're sure then I would love to." Dropping the keys in her hands, he cupped her face and lowered his head towards hers. Letting their noses touch briefly he moved his mouth to her ear and softly whispered, "If you don't get yourself in that car pretty soon, it won't be that car you're riding, but me. So stop second guessing me and drive that damn thing." Giving her a quick peck on the cheek he turned her around and gave her a fast, soft slap on her delicious bum. She shrieked at his suddenly changed behavior, one she welcomed as well. Nonetheless she made her way back towards the car, taking a peek over her shoulder. He was right behind her, oblivious of her looking at him. She saw the lust embedded in his eyes, which seemed to have gained a golden glow as well which looked very odd to her. She went straight for the driver side and pushed the button to unlock the car. Reaching for the door handle she saw both his hands landing on the roof of the car, boxing her in between him and the car. Feeling the heat he seemed to radiate she sensed her own need to feel more of him. Just standing there she waited to see what he'd do next. "Fran, dear, you have no idea what you do to me," he softly said, resting his head on her shoulder. Feeling bold she replied, "What did I do then?" One hand went to her stomach and he dragged her taut against his front, letting her feel exactly what how she made him feel. Having held her for quite some time had taken the better part of his self control and seeing her swaying hips when they walked back to the car didn't help either. He was close to losing his control completely, which was the last thing he wanted to happen right now. "That's what you do to me, just being near me," he managed to say before he started kissing her neck, leaving a trail of small, gentle kisses. "That's also why I want you to drive home right now." She felt the bulge in his pants as he pressed her to him and it felt impressive. "And what are you going to do then?" "How much it may pain me, I am gonna drop you off and go home as well. But I am gonna spend the entire ride home convincing you to meet up again tomorrow afternoon." Pushing backwards she countered him, surprising herself a little. "You're sure you need to convince me?" Releasing her, he opened up the car door. "You better get driving, unless you want me to convince you right here on the hood of the car, missy!" He walked around the car mumbling to himself, but she caught what he was saying. "For once I'm trying to be a gentlemen and she turns out to be such a vixen." It made her smile. She was glad though that he showed so much self control. She wasn't one to go for one night stands and the little time they spent together convinced her they had some attraction going on, she was smart enough not to deny that fact, but also glad he seemed to be the smarter one at the moment. Placing herself behind the steering wheel, she buckled up. Waiting until Nick had done the same, she then started the engine, slowly turned the car, taking one last longing look at the lake, and drove back onto the main road to head home. Having noticed her look at the lake he asked after a while, "You really did like that lake, didn't you?" "Yeah, I never would have thought something so beautiful would be around here, I grew up here and this is the first time I ever saw it. If I had known I would have spent a lot of time there, it's so secluded, peaceful and calming," she answered. "Will you promise me something?" "That being?" "If you ever want to go back there, let me know?" "Isn't it public then?" she countered. "Not really", he answered, letting out a small chuckle, "it's part of an estate, so it's basically private property. Only a limited number of people have access to it, me being one of them," he revealed. She gave him an amazed look. "Ok," she hesitantly answered. He was starting to intrigue her more and more now. "You don't work at the club, just help out now and again, you own your business, hence you got a kick ass car and I've got no doubt a few more stuffed in some garage and on top of that you now mean to tell me you have this as well?" "Yes to everything," he confessed, giving her a boyish smile, "however I don't own the estate, it's a few families that own it together. Admittedly my family got the bigger part of it." He shrugged his shoulders after that last comment. "But you haven't answered my question, will you let me know if you want to come back here?" He repeated, mentally crossing his fingers for a positive answer. Keeping her eyes focused on the road she was aware he was giving her something special, suspecting not many had access to this land. Going with the flow like the rest of the evening, she let him know that she would let him know if she wanted to come back here one day. Holding on to that brave feeling, she blindly reached for her purse, trying to get a hold on her cell phone. Pulling out the phone she handed it to Nick. "Mind putting your number in there? At least that way I know I got the right one." Congratulating himself, he accepted her phone and clicked on a few buttons until he was able to put his own number in. Once he saved it he let it ring a few times, then disengaged the call. Now he had her number as well. "There you go, all set." Letting her see the phone screen, Nick Whelan it read, followed by his number. "Thanks." Accepting back the phone, she blindly slipped it back in her purse. "Now for tomorrow, you got any plans yet?" he continued. "Not yet no, but I think there may come some pretty soon." Unable to remove the satisfied grin on his face, he felt he was on a roll. He got her number, and he'd coaxed her into promising a future lake visit. "What if I come and pick you up just after lunchtime? Think I got a few things I could show you that will spike your interest," he offered, giving her a wink. "And what would those things be?" she asked inquisitively, giving him a quick look before focusing back on the road again. "I'm not going to tell, else it wouldn't be a surprise, but I'm quite sure you'll love it. Cross my heart and hope to die," he added in a theatrical manner. "And that I'll take you to dinner in the evening, if you want." "Hmmm, I'll think about it for a bit," she answered, knowing she was only teasing him, she'd already had made up her mind that whatever he suggested she would accept. She liked the mutual feelings too much to let them go to waste and she wanted to explore them further. It seemed she took the right gamble because he genuinely wanted to get to know her better too. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 02 "Have some mercy on me," he whined, playing along with her. "What time were you thinking of picking me up then?" she replied, putting him out of his feigned misery. Taking on a more serious tone again he told, "That up to you, I could pick you up shortly after lunchtime or I can come a bit sooner and we can go grab a light snack somewhere close by." Quickly checking her watch, she cringed a bit at the time. "Make it a late lunch then. Looking at the time I might need a girl's beauty sleep first." His grin back in place, he suggested, "I'll pick you up around twelve-thirty then?" "Yeah, that sounds about right." "That's a date then." Sitting back in his chair, he kept looking at her, studying every part of her appearance. The rest of the drive went by in easy silence, neither having the urge to talk, but just enjoying the ride and each other's presence. Not long after they passed the city border Fran pulled up in front of a few flats. "This would be me then," she reluctantly said while turning off the engine. Both unbuckled and got out of the car. He waited next to the car until she made it onto the pavement. Reaching for her hand he gave it a quick but gentle tug, making her unsteady on her feet. He quickly hugged her more firmly, nuzzling her neck, starting a trail of small kisses and nibbles. I could do this all night long. Hearing her soft whimpers he moved up his trail of small kisses from her neck up to her slightly blushing cheek. Gently swiping his lips over hers, he nipped at her lower lip, and then did the same to her upper lip, switching the little nips with licks of his tongue. Feeling her arms glide over his shoulders he became more bold and cupped one of her buttocks, squeezing it softly while at the same time pushing her more tightly against him, knowingly he couldn't hide his excitement. She opened her mouth, giving him more access, their kisses growing more passionate by the minute. Turning them around he pressed her against the car, hugging her tightly as if his life depended on it. She responded so easily to him, without hesitation. Her scent filling his nostrils had his wolf going crazy with lust for her. Knowing he couldn't act on it for the time being he couldn't help but to move against her slowly while wishing she had her legs wrapped around his waist, that he wasn't grinding himself against her jeans but that he was buried deep inside of her, pinning her. Reluctantly he put some distance between them. Looking down in her passion filled eyes he almost stepped back to her, picking up where he'd left off just moments before. She looked up shyly, realizing they might have given the neighborhood something to look at if this would have happened in broad daylight. "Think it's time you showed how a gentleman behaves again, you may have temporarily forgotten that," she giggled. "Maybe I don't wanna, missy," he replied, feigning another assault on her lips but only gently brushing her cheeks. It took a lot of self control, but he managed to take a few steps back and maneuver Fran to walk to her flat. "Think it's time for you to go to bed now. I'll be waiting here tomorrow at twelve-thirty sharp. Don't put on your best clothes though, you may get a bit dirty." He winked. He watched her go towards her apartment block and disappear inside. Waiting a few more minutes he noticed some lights going on in a flat on the second floor. Reassured she'd gotten home safely, he stepped into his car, adjusted the seat and drove out of her street. Around the corner he pulled up again. Grabbing his phone he speed dialed his youngest brother. Tapping his steering wheel impatiently he waited until he heard some mumbled growling on the other end of the line. "Nick, do you know how fucking late it is? Some of us are trying to get some sleep!" Cris growled at him, wishing he could punch his eldest brother for waking him at this ungodly hour. "Hello to you to Chris. I need a favor." "And that couldn't wait till morning or what?" "Not really. I need to get this sorted out before noon." "What're you after then?" Chris replied, a bit more awake now. "Are you able to get your hands on an old, fast sports car? Preferably one that still needs quite a bit of work done. Prize isn't an issue," he explained. "Why do you need an old wreck by tomorrow?" "Noon," Nick interrupted. "Still. Why would you think I could pull that off? And again, what for?" Hesitantly he said, "The thing is, I was in The Vixen earlier tonight." "Yes, you go there on occasion, we all know that. What has that got to do with the fact you want a car wreck by noon tomorrow?" "Well, I found my mate," he blurted out. Silence followed. "You're kidding me, right Nick?" "Nope. I know, of all places I ran into her in The Vixen. But it's not going to be easy. For starters she's human, so she doesn't know what I am really. I'd love to mate her right here and now, but even I realize I can't do that. So I have to take things slow, gain her trust and bit by bit let her know there are more things that roam this earth than humans and animals," he explained. "A human, that won't go down well with the packs of bitches, my dear brother, but I'm glad for you. But again, what's all that got to do that you had to wake me in the middle of the night, surely just not to tell me you've found your mate?" "No, we didn't stay long, I offered her a ride home since her friends decided to stay a bit longer. Once we got to my car it turned out she got a passion for fast cars. Without wanting to go into detail, I would owe you one big time if you could find me an old car by tomorrow noon where we could fiddle with. She grew up fixing cars with her old man." "First of all, you don't fiddle with a car." "She made that fact clear as well," Nick chuckled. "Second, I'll see what I can do. I won't promise anything. Where do you want it should I get hold of one?" "You still got the key to my private garage?" "Yeah, I have." "There should be some room on the right side. I can move around the cars later if needed." "Ok, ok, again, not promising anything, but I'll see what I can find. Can I go back to sleep now?" Chris replied. "Yes my little brother, I'll let you go back to sleep now," he chuckled, ending the conversation. Putting the car back into gear he swiftly made his way back home. His plan was set into motion. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 03 Again many thanks go out to AsylumSeeker for editing this chapter. Also some gratitude for Jazcullen and Cedar for being so enthusiastic and encouraging (don't go blushing you two, get writing). Feed is always welcome, positive and negative. Enjoy the read and I'll go back to working on the next chapter. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan Chapter Three: Surprise, Surprise. Reluctantly she tried to open her eyes, she'd rather go back to sleep and continue with the passionate dream she was having. She sighed, for if the main character in her dream could be there right now he would take care of the burning desire she felt. Reminiscing back on the few kisses they'd shared, she was convinced anything that could happen beyond those would leave her very, very satisfied. Turning over, she untangled her legs from the bedsheets and took a swift look at her alarm clock. Dammit, I'm going to be late. The clock showed 11:45; she had overslept. Throwing the sheets into a heap she made a dash for the bathroom, turning on the shower, quickly brushing her teeth while waiting for the water to get warm, and then hopping under the shower. She cursed again, she would never get her hair dry by the time he would be picking her up. A ponytail it would be then, she decided. Wrapping the towel around her, she started looking through her wardrobe. He said they may get dirty so frilly things were out of the question. She opted to go for easy stonewashed jeans and a body fitting shirtless white top and some black boots. Dropping the clothes on her bed, she turned back to browse through her drawer with lingerie. Sexy or girlish? she thought, tapping her chin. Deciding on girlish, she removed a light pink set of panties and a half cupped bra. 12:20 the clock showed in her kitchen when she was just tying up her last boot and the intercom buzzed. He was early. "Hello?" she answered it. "Your knight in shining armor awaits you," came his reply. "Gimme a minute, I'll be right down." "Ok, I'll wait outside." Barely outside she stopped dead in her tracks. There he was, leaning against a mean looking bike, two helmets ready for use propped up on the seats. What a sight he was. Leather pants, t-shirt, a pair of well worn combat boots and a leather jacket hanging loosely around his shoulders as if it was made to fit. His hair was tightly held back by a leather strap and all of it was in black, giving him a dangerous "don't mess with me" look. Slowly she made her way over, eyeing him from head to toe, then giving the bike a more thorough look. She recognized the old symbol, it was a Motto Guzzi. One that in her opinion could rival with a Harley any day. "I see you brought the shining armor with you. I wonder where the knight is?" she asked mischievously. Getting up from the bike he made his way to her, grabbed her and simply kissed her senseless. "I forgot my knightly act, I think I'll go for thief in the middle of the night, stealing kisses from harmless ladies." He grinned after breaking up the kiss. "Harmless?" she sputtered, giving him a familiar mock blow on his shoulder. "I'll show you harmless, mister." Making a feint attempt to start tickling his sides, he saw the move coming and quickly grabbed both her wrists, dragging them behind her. That quick move made sure she was completely taut against him chest to chest, hips to hips. "I'd say quite harmless right now, yes," he countered her dare. But having her so close proved to be yet another challenge to his ever rising libido and after nuzzling her neck, he released her and guided her towards the bike. "Seeing you love fast cars I assumed a nice bike wouldn't be so much of a stretch," he continued. "Well, I'm not so sure. Yes to the fast cars and I know my bikes a little, but honestly, I've never been on one," she admitted. "A first for everything then," he said with a wink, picking up the smaller of the two helmets and handing it to her. "Just make sure that once you get behind me, you keep your arms around me. If we take turns, just lean over like I do, don't try and sit up straight," he quickly explained. "Ok, I should be able to do that," she answered, placing the helmet on her head. With a swift move he easily got on the bike and padded on the seat behind him. "Come on, get on, we don't have all day." "You were early, mister." She grabbed his closest shoulder firmly and swung her leg over the machine. She didn't anticipate the longing feeling it would give her, being so close to him, the smell of his leather jacket and his own masculine musk drifting to her. The burning feeling she had when waking up returned tenfold. He grabbed the one hand on his shoulder and firmly put it around his waist and gestured her to do the same with her other arm. He groaned inwardly, having her so close to him made it a hard struggle for him to keep his wolf down. Making sure her arms held on to him, he started up the bike and gently but swiftly weaved them through the traffic. They were going for lunch first, the mere thought of a good steak made his mouth water from hunger. He'd better keep his mind occupied with other things or he would drive them both to his house and they wouldn't leave his room for days. Well not days, they would need some food at some point. Shaking his head briefly, he then looked around for a spot near the little tavern he had set his mind on going to for lunch. It wasn't a super fancy place, but it was frequented a lot by his kind and he knew they served up a good meal for big and small appetites alike. He pulled in to a spot nearby, turned off the engine and straightened up a bit. Giving one of her legs a firm squeeze, he motioned for her to get off. If he was honest, he could drive her around like this all day long, feeling her wrapped around him like that felt really good. It was hell for his libido, but he was sure that would be sorted out sometime soon. "So where are we going?" she asked. She had to break the silence just to give herself some kind of posture. If she didn't, she was sure she would tell him to get them on that bike again and drive home. Thinking that waking up aroused because of him was heated, then this bike ride was pure evil on her. Her arms wrapped around him, she held on tight, enjoying the wind in her face, his smell drifting towards her the whole ride long. Feeling his strong legs move each time he had to shift gear, leaning with him in each curve of the road, these things furthered her arousal. She could ride like this for ages if it meant feeling him so close. It wasn't until he squeezed her leg when she realized they had pulled over. She silently got off, removed the helmet and handed it back to Nick. Turning towards the building she wondered where they would be going. She saw his arm coming into view next to her, pointing towards a little tavern. His other arm went around her and held her close to him. "That's where we're going," he whispered in her ear. "It isn't a big place, but they do serve some delicious food and in portions that will leave you well fed. Not the haute cuisine like portions, they're fine if you wanna feed a hamster. I'm a big boy, I need to be able to set my teeth into something decent," he said, then gave her quick nibble on her neck which caused her to burst out in laughter. "I'm not on the menu, mister!" Fran replied. "Are you sure of that?" came his quick reply, giving her his already familiar mischievous wink. "I'm always up for desserts you know." He chuckled seeing her blushing. "Oh you!" she exclaimed, giving him a side-wards push. "Come on, let's go eat, I'm starving here," he complained before guiding her towards the tavern. It wasn't big, but very cozy. She could see some tables in the middle and a large bench that covered a complete wall, from the front to the back, tables in front of it. There were a few secluded booths on the opposite wall and it was to one of those that Nick was taking her. She felt a bit left alone when Nick took a seat opposite her, she would have loved to have him sit next to her. Although thinking about it, maybe it was best he sat across from her. Reminiscing about their few encounters she was aware their passion could flare up at any second. A waitress came over handing them both a menu. She gave a courteous nod towards Nick. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked while flipping open her small notebook. "Just some water for me, please," Fran requested. "A coke for me." This came from Nick. "Thank you, I'll be right back to take the rest of your order," she announced and turned around, heading to the bar in the back. She quickly slipped through the door next to it and went to the kitchen. "Adam?" she called out. "Yes, what you want?" came the grumpy reply. "Nick's up front and ... he's not alone," she reported. "They still have to order their meal, thought maybe you wanted to take that order? I'm just gonna fix their drinks." "You bet I'll take that order, it's been ages since he's been here and I'm curious at his companion. He always comes alone normally. Tell him I'm on my way when you bring them their drinks, have a few things to finish up here, I won't be long," he ended and turned back towards his stoves, moving a few things around and turning some things off. "Ok, I'll tell him you'll be right there then," she said, then went back to the bar, fixing the ordered drinks. With the drinks on a plate she made her way back to the table. "Adam will be right out to take your order," she said, after she placed the drinks on the table. Again she gave Nick a courteous nod, turned and made her way back to the bar. "Oh dear no," he sighed, "the big guns are coming out." "Big guns?" she asked. "Adam owns this place, but he's nosy as hell, and him coming to take our order means he's up to no good," he replied. Nick knew he could easily stop the man from coming over, he was a werewolf just as Adam was. Adam only had one bad habit and that was being too damn nosy for his own good. Concentrating a bit harder Nick sent out a mental message to Adam Whatever you do, think twice about what you say, she doesn't know what we are yet, consider yourself warned. He was pretty sure Adam got the message, being Alpha Alpha meant he could make a mental link to anyone in his pack and to any other werewolf in his territory, Adam being one of the latter. "Nosy?" she wondered. "You seem to be well known here, maybe he just wants to catch up?" "I'm sure he doesn't, he's nosy. I don't come here as often as I used to, but I always came alone," he explained. Then she got it, letting out a small laugh. "So he's coming out to check me out then?" she asked. "Most likely, yeah," he answered. "But sweetie, if he gets too blunt, let me know, ok?" "Will do, but I can handle him I'm sure." "Something tells me you can handle him just fine," he admitted, giving her a lopsided grin. Not long after that Adam appeared at their table. Fran quickly gave him a once over, he was huge in every sense of the word. Light brown hair cut short military style, eyes dark brown like pure chocolate, and his nose was a bit crooked, like it got beaten up one too many times. His torso was proof he either was very gifted by God or he trained at least a few times a week, as he was all muscle from head to toe. All in all his total appearance would scare many away, but the grin he had on his face and the twinkle in his eyes made it clear to her that he was one of those big mouth, small heart type of men. His voice only added to his menacing appearance. "Well hello there. Long time no see, Nick, how have you been?" Adam boomed at them. "And who is this lovely lady? I don't think we have met yet," he continued. First giving Nick a firm slap on the shoulder, which earned him with an angry glare from Nick, he then extended his hand out to Fran. But instead of shaking it, he pulled it up and ever so gently brushed his lips over her knuckles in a swift kiss. Fran blushed at his bold move, but she pulled back her hand and folded it on her lap together with the other. "I'm doing fine, Adam," Nick replied sharply, sending him another mental message while he was at it. When I told you she didn't know yet, I also meant she's off limits, so cut off the Don Juan act, she's my mate. Adam's eyes briefly widened at that little piece of information, but then almost imperceptibly nodded in acknowledgment. "I've been pretty busy with the company and all its branches," Nick continued, "Dale's been nagging as well about his club, so I spend a bit more time there too. That's where I rescued this lovely lady." "I'm Fran by the way," she greeted, then sipped from her water again, settling back expecting the two men to continue their conversation, but Adam turned towards her again. "It's my pleasure to meet the woman who's able to let Nick show up here again," he responded, winking at the same time. "So I'll be a good boy and won't start being nosy till the next time he brings you." That last comment won him another glare from Nick, but he simply let it slide. Adam knew he was a nosy son of a bitch, not much went on in his area he didn't know about and for a good reason. With species mingling he hated when trouble came knocking on his door, so he did his best to avoid it as best he could. But Nick told him enough to know the lady with him was fine, else he wouldn't bring her here. "Let's get down to business then, what can I get you for lunch?" he went on. "The usual for me." This came from Nick. "I'm not sure what to pick, it all looks very delicious. Anything you can suggest?" was Fran's reply. "If you allow me I could whip something up to surprise you? Be brave," he challenged her. "Ok, I'll go along with it, surprise me." "I'll be back before you know it," Adam agreed, then swiftly turning around, making his way back to his personal kitchen heaven. Fran couldn't help but to let out a relieved sigh, then shook her head. "He sure is bold," she said to Nick. "And he was going easy on you, can you imagine how he is when he would have been full on?" "Don't let me think about that. But I do have to admit, even though he's bold, he does seem to be a nice guy." "He is, yeah," Nick agreed. Their conversation stalled for a bit, Fran looking around, taking in the little tavern, Nick keeping his eyes on Fran while drinking in her very being. Just as it was in the car the previous night, they didn't mind the comfortable silence between them. Not much later Adam returned carrying two dishes, one he placed in front of Nick, the other before Fran. Nick's plate could easily have fed three adult persons and Fran eyed it suspiciously. "Are you going to eat all that?" she wondered, not meaning to voice the question but it had escaped her before she knew it. "I'm sure I can find a good spot for that," he decided with a wink. "It's lunch after all, has to keep us going for a while." "And this is for the lady," Adam butted in. "Baked potatoes covered with some Italian spices, accompanied with a variety of summer vegetables and some slices of lamb fillet." Looking at her plate, it looked very tempting and suddenly hearing the rumble she knew her tummy agreed. "That looks delicious, Adam, thank you," she told him. Both grabbed their cutlery and got started on their lunch. Fran was unable to hold back a few hmm's in appreciation of the food. Nick scooped up bite after bite without seeming too hasty and clearing his plate with ease. They finished at the same time even though Nick's plate had twice the food that was on Fran's. "That was really superb, been a long time since I had such a nice meal," Fran said after she wiped her mouth and placed the used napkin next to her plate. "Can't agree more, sweetheart. Another reminder I should come by more often again. I'm stuffed," Nick said, patting his own stomach. They stayed a bit longer, finishing another round of drinks they ordered after they ended their lunch. "I'll go pay the bill in the back, will be right back, ok?" "I can pay my share, Nick," Fran offered. "No you won't, you're my guest," Nick announced with a wink, "so I'm paying. See you at the front in a few." Back outside they got ready to get on the bike again. "So where are we going now?" Fran asked. "That's a surprise, but I'm sure you're gonna like it." He was already seated when he put his helm in place. Holding out his hand, he helped her get on behind him. Again he put her arms around him. He turned around in her embrace and planted a quick kiss on her lips, then started up the bike and steered it towards the traffic. Nick was hoping the surprise he had planned would be a good one. An hour before he was meant to pick her up his brother had called informing him he was able to get what he had asked for. At a lazy speed he maneuvered them out of the city and headed for the same road Fran took last night, only he passed the little gravel path he let her take. Not that far from it was another, bigger road. One he knew very well. Fran gasped at the sight in front of her. She was looking at a very old three story high mansion. It had vines creeping up on the sides covering the whole outside, just leaving the windows free. At the ground floor it had a porch all around the building and she could see several doors. But Nick kept on driving past the house and it disappeared from view again. He took them through a lightly wooded area which opened up and had a big barn like building to the side of the clearing. Nick stopped in front of it, again he straightened up after he shut down the engine. He took off his helmet and placed it in front of him, then turned around and released Fran from hers as well. "Come on, get off you little vixen and I'll show you paradise," he said. Slowly she got off the bike, stretching her legs a bit. "A paradise, in the middle of nowhere, sure," she said teasingly. He got off the bike as well and gestured her towards the barn. Producing a key from his back pocket of his leather pants, he unlocked the doors and moved aside. "The honors are all yours, see for yourself," Nick told Fran. Hesitantly she opened one of the doors and peeked inside. Startled, she turned back and looked at Nick, who just stood there with a grin on his face, awaiting her reaction. "No way!" she said, turning back and taking another peek inside. "Yes way. Come, let's open this joint properly," he said. He pulled at the door after he removed her hand from it and opened up the other door as well. Fran just stood there, her mouth nearly falling open in awe of what she saw in front of her. Suddenly some lights popped on and she could see all the beauties inside more clearly. One by one, she gave them a quick once over, counting them at the same time. She counted five cars, one of them being covered up, and two more bikes. Nick stood quietly behind her, taking in her surprised expression. She reacted just the way he thought she would. He moved in and gently wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder. "Now is this paradise or not?" he asked. "Oh, it certainly is. So you have a tendency for the fast ones as well?" "It does help spending some time away from the company, going for a ride, let it all go for a while." he explained. He felt her chuckle just a little, but he was also aware she was anxious to give them a closer inspection, so he released her and gave her a gentle push. "They don't bite you know, go and have a look," he told her encouragingly. "You seem to favor the older ones," she noted, slowly making her way towards the first car. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 03 She was very impressed with the small collection he gathered here. It was like he knew which ones were here favorites because she saw every single one proudly presented in front of her. All of them in pristine condition, you could mirror yourself in the paintwork, it was that shiny. She saw a BMW Z3 convertible, the Jag he had driven last night, he knew which ones to go for, that was for sure. Yet she was curious what was hidden under the green cloth. Fran felt he was walking near her and she felt his hand grabbing hers and leading her to the covered car. "This would be the main event." he started, giving her hand a light squeeze. "I know it's not the most normal surprise, but let me reveal first what it is. Go on, remove the cloth," he encouraged her. "You're serious, right?" she replied. "Yes, I am," he chuckled, "now look what's under there already." Stepping forward, she grabbed a corner and slowly pulled off the green cloth. "Oh my ..." she gasped, the rest of the words stuck in her throat, "Oh my ..." she repeated. Nick just stood there, taking in her startled expression. "Is that what I think it is?" she finally managed to say, facing Nick again. "If you think it's a Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500, then yes, you're thinking right then. One from 1969," he replied. "It does seem battered up though. What are you planning on doing with it?" "Well therein lies the surprise, just hear me out a minute, ok?" he said. "Sure, I'm all ears," she answered. "Without being too forward, I have a feeling we like each other?" he started questioningly. "Agreeing so far." "Hearing about your dad last night got me thinking." he said, coming closer again and embracing her. He looked her straight in the eyes when he finally asked, "Would you give me the privilege to help restore this beauty to her former glory?" She just stood there in his arms, not sure if she heard him correctly. Did he really ask her if she wanted to work on that car? "I know I'm being a bit forward here, but I'd really love it if this was something we could do together, I'll just fiddle a bit and I'll let you do the serious work. But I believe this would be a nice thing to do to get to know one another a bit better." "I don't know what to say, Nick. It's been since the accident," she said, her eyes getting a bit watery thinking back on those times. Could she let all of that lost passion back in? All the past events went by her again, the hurt and heartaches of the accident, the disappointment of her father having to give up his business, eventually the longing to work on a car. She knew now her dad had moved on, she finally realized that last night, thanks to Nick. Hugging her closer, he gently brushed his lips over her temple. "Take it as an opportunity to show yourself you can move on from all of it, you've already proven you never lost your love for nice cars, why not let it all back in?" he questioned her, "I wouldn't know anyone better qualified to help me with this." He didn't really want to push her, but he was confident she could see his reasoning. He felt her relax a little again, after she completely tensed up right after he asked her to work with him. "I really don't know, Nick. It's been so long," she slowly replied. Letting her head rest on his broad chest, she inhaled deeply a few times hoping to clear her head. It didn't help much that all she inhaled was his masculine smell, he smelled like the forest just after a rainy day. She was starting to doubt herself again, should she do this or not? In her opinion trust wasn't the issue, he already showed he could restrain himself and that he wouldn't do anything she didn't want to or didn't agree with. He genuinely seemed to like her. Frankly he was as perfect as one could get for being Mister Right in her eyes. He stood there patiently awaiting her answer, unaware to himself he had started caressing her back, his nose buried snugly in her hair, taking in her scent once more. It was like an aphrodisiac to him and his wolf. She stirred in his arms, looking up at him with teary eyes. Cupping his face she pulled him down and planted a firm but chaste kiss on his lips. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, I'm even more amazed you would trust me enough to let me work on one of your cars. I mean, we only met yesterday," she said. "Yet it feels we know each other longer then just one day," he replied to her swiftly. "So what's it gonna be, to fiddle or not to fiddle?" "You're inconceivable, you know that? You don't fiddle with a car," she countered. She wiped away the tears in her eyes, took one last deep breath, then looked up at him again. "If you're really sure, I'd be delighted to work on the car." "It seems we got a deal then," he replied. He grabbed her firmly around her waist and whirled her around. Giving himself a mental pat on the back, he was happy his little plan worked out. How he was going to handle all the rest was still a mystery to him, but he was fully aware of the fact he couldn't reign in his wolf for all eternity. Pushing these thoughts away for the time being, he just wanted to revel in his current victory. Putting her down again, he gazed in her eyes, seeing a little spark in there. Lowering his head, he captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss. Simply holding her close to him, he deepened the kiss, exploring her upper and lower lips with little kisses, licks and nibbles. Moving to her exposed neck he gave it the same attention he gave her lips. Just holding her proved not to be enough anymore and his hands began to travel over her body. Gently he started caressing her spine, lingering a bit at the bottom of her shirt, before slipping his hand under it. She felt silky smooth and he felt her shiver in response to his attentions. Unable to hide his own excitement he pulled her closer to him, molding her to his own body, letting her feel exactly what was she doing to him. Vaguely remembering they were in the middle of the barn, he lifted her up quickly, her legs quickly wrapping themselves around his waist, her arms firmly around his neck. He groaned a little, having her so near in such an intimate position wasn't good for the little self control he was trying to keep. He moved them over to a work bench and while she clung to him like a baby monkey holding on to its mother, he cleared the working table with one swift move of one of his arms. Everything clattered to the ground, making so much noise in the process it would wake up the dead. That was quickly forgotten after he set her down on top of it and cozily moved between her legs, his arms around her, pulling her to him. Her legs wrapped themselves around him again and he felt her tugging at his shirt. Releasing her for a short moment, he shook off his leather jacket. Then helping Fran by holding up his arms, she took off his shirt. Her hands started to explore his broad chest, flicking his nipple each time they passed. Nick just stood there, eyes closed, letting her get to know his body and its responses. His eyes suddenly shot open when he felt her soft lips making contact with his torso. Little kisses were dropped while she made her way from one nipple to the other, swirling her little tongue around one before sucking lightly on it, then releasing and leaving it with a touch of her warm breath. He didn't know how much more he could take, but he was resolute with her having her way. She made her way up to his collarbone. With her arms back around his shoulders she made it clear she wanted him to lean a bit lower so she could continue her exploration. He complied, positioning his hands besides her on the table. She continued kissing her way up, now lingering at the nape of his neck. She could feel the upbeat tempo of his blood pumping through his body. Looking up she saw the clenching of his jaw, making it clear to her he was doing his best to hold back his own passion in favor of hers. Seeing his struggle she couldn't resist planting a wet kiss right on top of the nerve she saw twitching only moments before. She got a nice rumbling sound as a result, but still he contained himself, letting her be in control. However, his self control was starting to slip bit by bit. Kiss by kiss she made her way to his luscious lips, which were slightly parted. She licked the lower one, then gave it a little bite, pulling it more forward, inciting a few more groans from him. Doing the same to his upper lip, she then put her arms more firmly around him and she deepened the kiss. Blissfully unaware of their surroundings their kisses became more and more passionate, her movements became more urgent, wanting him to touch her. Nevertheless he still tried to hold on to his self control. "Nick, touch me!" Fran managed to whisper firmly between two kisses. Those three little whispered words proved to be his undoing and he grabbed her waist and pulled her as close to him as was physically possible. He gripped the underside of her shirt and tugged at it, making it clear he wanted the garment gone, preferably yesterday. Holding up her arms, he removed it in one swift move. Leaning back a bit, he felt the need to howl out loud. "Woman, do you have any idea what you are doing to me?" he said when he saw what she was wearing underneath the freshly discarded shirt. He could look at her like this forever. Her eyes dark with need and passion, her cheeks blushing for the exact same reason, her breasts heaved rapidly in a half cupped pink bra barely covering her nipples which were clear to see. He felt the urge just to rip off the damn thing and feast on her globes until she couldn't stand it anymore, but instead he moved one hand to the nape of her neck, his other moving to her ponytail. After a bit of fumbling he managed to remove the hair band she used. Ruffling her hair a little then letting it cascade over her shoulders and her back, a few stray strands tried to cover up her luscious mounds. "There, that's much better." he said, trailing one of the stray strands of her hair. Luckily for him it led him towards her breasts. Spreading out his palm in between them, he gently pushed her down on the bench. Teasingly he explored the top sides of her bra cups, barely missing her perky nipples, during which he kept his eyes on her face. He took in the view of her half closed eyelids, her mouth slightly open, her little tongue darting out, wetting her lips more then once in anticipation of what he would do next. Placing both his hands around her waist, he then slowly moved upwards until he cupped both mounds, his thumbs brushing her still bra covered nipples. Only for a short moment did his eyes leave her face and, to his delight, see that her bra had a front opening clip which he eagerly opened, removing both cups tenderly as if he was opening a priceless relic. Focusing his gaze on her face again he covered her breasts, making her nipples his main focal point. At the same time he brushed over her nipples with his palms in a circular movement, going up over them, rounding the outsides, then cupping her boobs. Again he went back to her nipples, this time he took them between thumb and index finger and gave both a light squeeze, which was followed by another total caress and him again cupping both of them. The next pinch he gave her nipples was a little harder, but it had her purring in delight, arching up her back. Releasing one, he put that one arm around her and lifted her up just a little. Still focusing on her face, he lowered his head and captured the little nubbin in his mouth, sucking on it gently first. Hearing her breathing stepping up another notch he started sucking harder and switched to licking. All this time he kept rolling her other nipple, sometimes pulling at it. "Nick, please," she whimpered, "I can't take much more." Writhing on the bench, she tried to get him closer, making it clear she wanted more, but he didn't give in. The only thing he did was push himself against her, but it was more a torment than pleasure since both still had all their clothes on from the waist down. Not giving up he switched, giving her perky nipple the same treatment the other one just got. Relentlessly he started lapping at the little nubbin, making circles around it, mixing in some little bites now and then. Without releasing her nipple he looked up at her, eyes closed, trying to keep her moans inside, she was biting on her lower lip, a dark blush covering her cheeks. "Let go, honey, it's ok, I got you," he whispered after he reluctantly released her nipple for a brief moment. Then he was back on it, giving it his undivided attention, mixing licks, nibbles, kisses and pinches. Wanting her to completely let herself go he started switching from one nipple to the other, repeating the same things over and over. He knew she was getting closer because by now she had grabbed his head and pushed it against her and the legs around him tightened up as well. Giving her nipples and breasts his focus, he couldn't help but start to move against her. His pants felt like they were two sizes too small at that very moment. However he made it his goal to make her cum before he took things further. He kept on rocking against her, hoping that it would help her get her own release, while he stepped up the pace on her nipples. He didn't just suck them anymore. When he did he tried to get as much in his mouth as he could, his treatment becoming a bit rougher, but her moans and whimpers were a sign she liked it. Her breathing was starting to go faster and faster and she was mumbling. Luckily Nick had the advantage of picking up every word she was saying due to his increased hearing. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she kept repeating in disbelieve, "don't stop, please don't stop." Feeling her tense up just a little, he latched on even harder and moved his other hand between them, his thumb quickly locating the upper part of her pussy and started pressing hard against it in the same rhythm he was now assaulting her nipple with. That was just the encouragement she needed to topple over the edge. "NICK!" she panted, completely tensed up, "don't stop, more, gimme more." As long as he felt her trembling under him he kept up his ministrations on her nipples and pussy. After a while he felt her legs around him relax, however she didn't let go of his hair, which she held very tightly. Pulling backwards on his hair, he could only move up, following her movement. Once she was looking at him she pulled him down again, but not to her breasts, she pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn't a long one because she was still trying to catch her breath after the mind blowing orgasm she just received. "Nick, I don't know what to say," she whispered, "that was just unbelievable, I didn't think it was possible to cum that way." "Neither did I, but I sure didn't mind trying," Nick admitted, giving her a mischievous wink. Realizing she was the only one that came, she gently poked his midriff. "And what about you now?" "I'm fine," he tried to say convincingly. "Somehow I don't believe you," she said, letting her hand travel between them, there where his hand was before. Cupping him and giving a gentle squeeze gave the confirmation to her question. Already regretting what he was going to say and depriving himself from getting any relief, at least for now, he wanted her crazy for him. Sure he could take things further now and he was convinced both would be completely content, but he wanted to show her, to let her know, how much she already meant to him, how far and how much he would do to make her happy. "I know, I know," he said, "but today is all about you, sweetheart. So don't worry about me, I'll be fine. It may be temporarily uncomfortable, but I'll manage." "Are you sure?" she said, reaching for his belt buckle. With a groan he grabbed her wrist, holding it still. "Yes, I'm sure. Today is about you, sweetheart. If it was up to me I'd drag you to the big house and wouldn't let you leave my bed for so many days, your friends would have to start that search and rescue you mentioned yesterday." He pulled her hand aside and around him, doing the same with her other hand. And so they stayed that way for a while, hugging each other closely, both hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm. "So if I'm not allowed to play with you, what you say we give that other beauty a quick once over?" she asked. She knew if she really pushed it she could get him to do more, but she felt he wanted to prove himself to her, to cherish her, to take care of her and love her. Love? she thought, could it be love, this fast? She quickly pushed away that silly idea, but she had to admit to herself that she was very lucky to have met him. Barely two days and it felt like they'd known each other for ages. Reaching next to her, Nick grabbed her shirt and helped her get it back on, then reached for his own. She started pulling her hair back together, but Nick stopped her. "Let it loose, I like it that way," he explained. "Now come and we'll go see what needs to be done and then we can go up to the main house and discuss what we need and get things rolling." "That sounds like a plan. Did you have the car for a while already?" she asked. "Not really, but it helps if you can pull some strings to get certain things done. It only arrived today," he said. "You surely had to wait a bit for it then? I mean, it's not like these grow on trees that easily." "As I said, string pulling." Grabbing her hand, he led her to the car. "Now you go looking and see what needs doing up, I'll go grab some pen and paper and write down what you say. Once back at the house I'll work those strings again to get things started." It took them the better part of the afternoon to find out what needed to be done. Nick really was impressed and his to-do list only grew longer. He didn't care though, it only meant they could spend more time together. By early evening Fran was done and convinced that it was a doable project, it may take some time, but it would be worth it. Grabbing their coats they went outside. Nick locked up the barn again and got on his bike. Turning around, he helped her get on it and he slowly drove back to the main house. In the meantime he sent out a mental message to all in and near the house not to shift for a while, if they happened to be in wolf form, they had to stay away from the main house. He knew he was taking a small risk bringing her back to the pack's most inner sanctum, but he wanted her to get to know things rapidly. He knew he was going to have to explain to her sooner or later how things really were and the longer he waited, the more complicated it would get. By next weekend he hoped he would have told her most of it, he already had arranged [that he was - to be] free most of the coming week. He just had to drop in a few times and sign some needed papers, the company could manage without him for such a short time. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. Parking in front of the manor, they got off and went inside. "Damn this place is huge!" she said. "It does house a few families, we had it done up a long time ago and made into apartments, just the ground floor is a whole and that is mine. We only share the main entrance." he explained. "It's really nice Nick, really. And so secluded, I bet you love it here." she said respectfully. "Yeah we all love this place and its surroundings. We're not that far from the city, yet we have ourselves a little haven here. The lake in the back is a nice bonus as well," he explained further. "But come, let's go to the kitchen, I'll make us a coffee and then we can sort a few things from this list to get us started. If you want a tour of the house you'll have to come back, then I'll gladly let you see every nook and cranny till you get tired of it." Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 03 "Ok, ok, lead the way," she said. Following, she did look around and noticed a lot of the house was restored to its former glory, but when they entered the kitchen it was like stepping into another era. It was as high tech as a domestic kitchen could get. She set herself at the kitchen counter while Nick went behind it and made them some coffee, even managing to produce a packet of cookies, which he placed in front of her. While she waited on her drink she was able to observe him a bit, he moved smoothly, graciously. He sat down next to her after he poured them a cup of coffee. "So what do we basically need?" he started, while he pointed to the notepad she had lying in front of her. "There is a lot to do, but if we have the basic tools we can get far before you have to bring in the bigger stuff or bring it out," she started. "I can take apart most things, clean them up and put them back together. Don't know about the engine, we haven't started her up." "One second," he interrupted her, "let me work on a string, then we should know a bit more about the engine." Grabbing his phone, he already had his brother on speed dial and was waiting for him to answer. "Chris? Hi, it's Nick here. I got a quick question, won't take long," he said with one big breath. "Hi to you to. What you wanna now, bro?" came his quick reply. "You happen to know if the engine of the Mustang you dropped of here today is in good shape or needs complete changing? We looked the car over, but we didn't check the engine really," Nick explained. "It's working, but I believe it wouldn't be cross if it got some TLC. It should be fine. So I gather she's liking the car then?" Chris said. "Yup, she sure is." he answered, giving Fran a little nudge with his shoulder. "But I have to go again, just wanted to know how the deal was with the engine. We're sorting out what needs doing so we can get started on it." "No problem, I really hope it works out, mate, you deserve it. By the way, I'll be in The Vixen tonight, don't hesitate to drop by if you have time," Chris said. "Can't promise, little brother, I got plans tonight, but nothing decided yet as to where. Anyways, gotta go now, I owe you one. Catch you later Chris," he ended the conversation. "Adieu big one," Chris said, ending his side of the conversation. "Well, we know we can work with this engine, according to Chris it's working fine," he told Fran. "Think we got the whole list covered then?" "Yes, we have. Apart from a new paint job and new seat coverings we can do everything ourselves," she replied. "By the way, nice string pulling." "He-he, I know, I know. It does help having a brother who knows his way around," he said. "What you say if I drive you home now, that way you can get ready for dinner?" he continued, changing topic. "That's not such a bad idea. Where do you plan on going?" she asked. "I'll surprise you with dinner, dress fancy," he replied with a wink. "Afterwards I don't know, Chris just said he'd be in the club tonight, we can go there if you want? I'm sure he's dying to meet you, all though he hasn't said so." "That sounds great, maybe I could call my friends and meet them there later as well, make it a group thing?" "Good idea, make sure they tell the bouncer they're coming for the Whelan's. They go straight to our private room then, it isn't so noisy as the booths inside the club." He got up and stepped behind her, bringing his arms around her. He hugged her gently, pressing her to his chest. Nuzzling her neck, he breathed in her scent again. "Come on, let's get you home, before I kidnap you to my room, then dinner and the club won't happen at all," he said firmly, more so to convince himself instead of her. The ride home went smooth and fast, with less traffic during the weekend it was doable driving through the city. He stopped in front of her apartment building and helped her get off the bike. He twisted his leg over the side but remained seated, pulling her between his legs, hugging her at her thin waist. Looking up to her, she knew what he wanted and brought her head down to receive his gentle kiss. Giving her a quick pat on her bum, he then turned her around and gave a little push. "Go on and get ready, I'll be back by eight o'clock to pick you up. Fast or a smooth ride?" he said, giving her the choice of transport for the night. "Take one guess," was her reply. "Noted. Now go get ready and remember, something fancy," he said. "Yeah, yeah. See you later, Nick," she said, and then made her way inside. Again he waited until he could see any sign she had entered her flat. Then he got back on his bike and drove back to the mansion, fully aware he had to explain why he told them not to shift earlier that day and to get ready as well. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 04 Here we are with chapter 4. Just a small warning, don't expect a lot of naughty action in this one, I just wanted you to meet his brothers and have some openings to future stories(yes there are more to come, patience, patience, I am working hard on chapter 5). Again my gratitude goes out to Asylumseeker for doing an excellent job in editting for me. Feedback is welcome and don't forget to vote *winks*. Enjoy the read. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan Chapter Four: Let's Party or Not? The first thing she did when she got home was to get on the phone, call her three friends and tell them to meet up at The Vixen by eleven o'clock later that night. She also made it clear they had to tell the bouncer they were there for the Whelan group, it would grant them instant access and a smooth walk up to a private room. Both calls lasted a few minutes because she had to fill in each of the girls about what was going on. She told most, leaving out the fast cars part. Only Mia knew of her fascination for the four wheeled monsters, as she called them, because she'd worked for her dad. When everything was sorted she decided to treat herself to a nice hot bath, seeing she had enough time left to get ready before Nick would be back to pick her up. Turning on the taps, she then poured in some strawberry fragrance oils. When she stripped off her clothes Fran realized she hadn't put her bra back on. Thinking back on what Nick did to her that afternoon she could feel the butterflies come back. She never thought it was possible to have such a nice and intense experience without any penetration. Sitting on her bed, she gently brushed over her nipples, which immediately perked up again. They're even more sensitive now! she thought. Discarding the rest of her clothes, she picked them up and threw them in the laundry basket. Making sure some towels hung ready, she put on some nice jazz music and she set up an alarm on her phone, using one of its many features, then placed it on the stool that was next to the bathtub. She didn't want to be rushing to get ready, but knowing she adored long hot baths, she forced herself to put on the timer, else she would be unfashionably late. On the smooth tones of Shirley Horn's "Solitary Moon" she lowered herself in the bath. Enjoying the warm water caressing her body she closed her eyes, letting her mind drift away to what happened that afternoon. The hot water just reached the bottom of her heaving breasts when she made the water generate waves by bringing up a knee, it almost felt like his velvety tongue was licking them again. Bringing up her hands she pinched them lightly, which almost gave her the same feeling it had that afternoon. Fran was surprised how gentle he was at first before he got a bit rougher on them, but she liked and craved every delicious second of what he did to her. Again she felt that familiar twitching in her pussy and she felt deprived because he hadn't taken things further. He gave her a mind blowing orgasm, that was for sure, but then he held back again. Yet she had to admire the control he was showing, even when it was very clear how aroused he was himself, on more than one occasion. If he kept that up for much longer she was afraid they might have to arrest her for raping him. Not knowing exactly where that had come from, she kept surprising herself over and over in such a short time. She was not someone who went for one night stands, that had always been a big no-no in her books. Having sex so soon was in that imaginary book as well. If Nick would have pushed things, she would have gladly forgotten about those two statements. Questioning herself most of the time about almost every little thing, he made her feel more secure, stronger, more at ease. More importantly he made her feel cherished, taken care of, as if she was the most important person in his life. Little did she know she was exactly that. Also she admitted to herself he had helped her a great deal with coming to terms with how about she felt towards her father and the whole car crash situation. A smile forming on her red lips, she was thrilled he very obviously shared the same passion for fast cars. There were some really nice examples right there in that barn, but when he let her uncover the Mustang, her heart had jumped. He didn't know that it was the exact same model she had worked on with her dad. Unknowingly she lost a piece of her heart to him right at that moment. Then the biggest surprise came when he asked her to restore it. Again doubting herself, she held on to her newly awakened stronger side and she jumped at the chance he was presenting her with. A giggle escaped, she just couldn't help but inevitably go back to their intermezzo on the bench. She longed to spend a lot more time with him, to explore him as much as he would do the same to her. Suddenly the timer on her phone began to blurt out loud, Pink loudly overtaking the smooth crooning voice of the classy singer she had put on before stepping in the bath. Turning off the alarm, she then sat up straight, grabbing a soft cloth and started lathering herself up in soap, then rinsing it off. The last task was washing her hair. Swiftly drying herself, she then quickly toweled dry her hair on top of her head. In her room she grabbed a clean shirt and a pair of short pajama bottoms and went back to the bathroom. Fran dreaded her next task, but it was needed if she somewhat wanted to make a flashing appearance tonight. Most man liked long hair, but when it was as long as hers and slightly curled as well it was a nightmare to get dry. Using the stool she first brushed it out, then picked up the hairdryer and bent over, tossing all her hair over to the front. She stayed in that uncomfortable position for nearly fifteen minutes. Happy with the result she put the torturous device back under the sink and made her way back into her room. Fran stood in front of her clothes rack deliberating what to wear, recalling Nick had asked for something fancy. She could do fancy, but she would do it with a twist, having the urge to push his limits again. Reaching in she chose to go with her red dress. Gently spreading it out on her bed, she then went back to the closet looking for the matching shoes and purse. After a few minutes of digging through her collection she found the items she was after. Then she strolled over to her dresser and selected a matching red thong. She didn't pick any bra because that didn't go with the dress she'd chosen and she didn't want to lose another at the hands of Nick. Looking at the clock Fran noticed she still had plenty of time left to get ready, so she didn't rush things like she'd had to in the morning. Slowly changing into the clothes gathered on the bed, she left the shoes till last. These weren't the highest ones, but as long as it wasn't needed she preferred to walk normally until Nick got there to pick her up. At her dressing table she rearranged her hair a bit, also deciding to keep the makeup to a minimum, opting for a bit of black mascara and a see through lip gloss. Giving herself another quick once over, she was happy with the result. Picking up her purse and the shoes, she went to the living room. She had a bit of time left before he would arrive. Nick arrived with the same car he used yesterday. Luckily he found a parking spot just in front of her building. Locking up the car, he quickly made his way inside, ringing her bell. A quick hello was said and she buzzed him in. Rushing up the stairs two at a time, he didn't break a sweat when he reached her floor. He firmly knocked on her door and when she opened it she took his breath away, again. Fran looked like a modern day Marilyn Monroe, but instead of the famous white dress, she had on a burgundy red variety. Her hair, which had a natural curl of its own, was loosely draped over her shoulders. Then he had to chuckle a little, noticing she was still barefooted. "Hello, sweetheart," he greeted, pointing at her feet, "aren't you forgetting something?" "Hi, and no I'm not. You have no idea how torturous those shoes can be, so they stay off as long as possible. Come in, then I'll get the rest of my things," Fran answered while she stepped back and motioned him to come inside. Before she knew it he had her wrapped up in his arms, kicked the door shut with one of his feet and attacked her lips with a vengeance. She couldn't do much more as to let the kiss happen, it literally took her breath away. His traveling hands discovered the dress had no back, which prompted him in aborting his sensual attack. Holding her one hand he lifted it up and with the other hinted her to turn around. He wanted to howl out his appreciation. She stopped twirling with her back to him and he then traced her spine with one finger, sending shivers all over her body. He stopped just above her deliciously curved ass, looking at it he noticed she had a small butterfly tattoo at the base of her spine. Giving it an appreciative stroke, he then slipped his arm around her, cradling her against him. "You better get ready, cause if we don't leave in five minutes, we're not leaving at all," he whispered in her ear, giving it a kiss afterwards. "You have to let me go then," she warned, swatting his hands away. Reluctantly he let her go, but he couldn't help a soft growl from escaping. This is gonna be hell. I have to find a way to tell her soon. I can't keep holding back for much longer, he thought, while he observed her every move. Bending over she put on her shoes, grabbed her purse she had placed on the kitchen counter and came back to Nick. "Here we are, all ready," she announced with a big smile. "Let's go then, before I change my mind," he replied, reaching out his hand. When they left her flat he just couldn't resist hugging her again, holding her to his tense, highly aroused body. "You know Fran, I could get used to this all day, every day," he admitted achingly, "I can't seem to stop holding you. I just have to touch you." He'd expressed exactly what she was thinking. She felt completely the same, almost as if she were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. It had been like that from the very first moment they had met. Every part of her being wanted him ... her mind, her body, her very soul. She couldn't explain it to herself. She was never one to jump into things, whether it be love or work. She was usually much more cautious. Turning around, she looked up at him. Not being able to put into words her own feelings, she cupped his cheek gently and pressed her lips to his, choosing to show him she felt the same way. She felt him tremble, felt him trying to hold back his own passion to allow her to control their kiss. After what seemed like an eternity she eased back slowly and gave him an understanding look, acknowledging what he said. Then she grabbed his hand, laced their fingers and followed him outside. He opened the car door and helped her get in the passenger seat. Quickly he made his way around the midnight blue Jag and got in himself, swiftly maneuvering the car in the slow Saturday evening traffic. Keeping focus on the road, he reached out and grabbed her hand. Slowly his thumb was making small circular movements in her palm, which sent shivers up and down her spine. He kept up these tender caresses until they reached the restaurant. It turned out to be one of the most exclusive places in the city. You know, one of those places where you have to call months in advance to get a table. He seemed to have managed to get a table in less than half a day. Little did she know it was a property owned by one of his own pack. He got out of the car and helped Fran get out. He then tossed the keys to the valet. "Take care of her," he said with a smile. The youngling hurried over, surprised that his Alpha would let anyone else drive one of his cars. Get one scratch on it and you'll work the rest of your life repaying me for it! Stopping dead in his tracks he turned towards Nick, straightened up and gave him a firm nod. I'll take care of her as if she was my own baby, sir, he mentally replied. Nick brought one of his arms around Fran and led them towards the restaurant, ignoring the few waiting and staring people and walked straight in. Within seconds the head waiter had made his way towards them. Exchanging quick and polite hello's, he swiftly led them towards one of the more private areas of the establishment. Knowing his Alpha wasn't a frequent guest here and very much guarded his personal life, he knew Nick would appreciate their seating. He had grabbed a pair of menus while he was leading them to their table and now placed one in front of both of them. "I'll be right back to take your orders," the head waiter said. Nodding to Nick he then turned and went away, tending to a few nearby tables. Nick tried his best to concentrate on the menu before him, but he couldn't help stealing quick glances, taking in her natural beauty. From the moment she had opened her door he was hit with that strawberry scent again and his libido went into constant overdrive, and his wolf, well he simply went crazy with lust. It was taking more and more effort to talk some reason into him. Dammit, Nick, you got yourself in quite a mess here, he cursed himself. I'm sitting here like a love sick puppy and I can't tell her what I am, he continued, holding back a sigh. He realized he had to tell her, sooner better then later, for her sake and his own. But not tonight, tonight we enjoy ourselves Fran was a bit overwhelmed by the place, she never thought she would see a place like this from the inside, let alone have a meal here. Seeing no prices on the menu only confirmed to her that this was a place for the rich and famous. The waiter came back, took down their order and was back in what only seemed like seconds with their drinks. They settled and started some easy conversation, making a few plans about the car they were going to fix up. Nick asked a bit more about her family, her friends. He tried to be as honest as he could about his own family without having to bend himself backwards for hiding the fact they were werewolves. It made him more convinced he had to tell her. Tomorrow, I'll tell her, tomorrow and hope for the best, he decided, then pushed all of the worry and heartache back, wanting to enjoy this evening. Time passed easily when they fluently switched from one topic to another, agreeing on one thing, arguing about another, without getting angry. She even managed to put him straight a few times. He liked their conversations and he liked she didn't shy away, making her own opinion very clear. Looking at his watch he noticed it was almost time to go to the club. "You want dessert? Or do you prefer to go straight to The Vixen?" he asked. "Honestly? I would love one but I'm afraid I don't have room left for one," she admitted. "The food here is exquisite, think I shouldn't have eaten so much from the main course. Then I could have tried some dessert as well." "No problem, then I have a reason to bring you here again," he replied. Gesturing to the waiter who quickly made his way over, he told him to put the bill on his tab. Getting an affirmative nod they then got up and made their way outside again. The valet who parked his car earlier quickly disappeared to get it again. A few minutes later he stopped in front of them. Nick opened the passenger side door to let Fran step inside. Giving the valet a generous tip and a pat on the back, he then got in himself and drove them to the club. He parked in the side alley again, noticing that his two brothers' cars were there as well. Looking at the bike, he saw they called in reinforcements in the form of Adam. He had to chuckle, they sure were pulling out all the stops. They made it inside without any hold ups, Nick leading them straight to the private room upstairs. Her friends were already there and were happily chatting away with the other men present. "Hello all, how are you all doing?" she directed to the group in front of her. Taking in all the men she thought that so much testosterone in one room should be forbidden. Nick was drop dead gorgeous in a tall, dark and handsome kind of way, but she could see his brothers were a very close match to him. They all shared the same black hair, but whereas Nick had his hair long and straight, mostly in a ponytail, the younger looking one wore it long as well, but it was wild and curly, just reaching his shoulders. It framed a strong and handsome face, the few wrinkles next to his cherubic blue eyes positive proof he liked to laugh a lot. Giving a quick nod towards Nick, he then held out his hand to Fran. "Good evening, I'm Chris. I think you already know the loud mouth over there," he presumed, tilting his head towards Adam. "And this is Ed," Chris finished, pointing to the last man in their party. Again he had the same black hair, but his was cut short and he had a "I'm just out of bed" look, spikes going in every direction, some stubble covering his cheeks and square chin. He shared the same dark eyes as Nick had. "I think I can speak for myself, Chris," he announced, giving his younger brother a friendly push. He then turned to the pair that just entered and said his own hello. "Glad you could make it, Nick, and welcome to my humble palace," he directed to Fran. "We already introduced ourselves to your lovely friends, we were just waiting for you two to make an appearance." "As you see, we made it. How is the club tonight, Ed?" Nick asked the older of his two brothers. "Packed as usual on a Saturday evening, but the majority still have to arrive," he replied, giving his brother a curious look at the same time. Don't play the innocent one, Ed. I'm quite sure the other two have told you already. Yes, Fran's my mate, only she doesn't know yet and she doesn't know about us. That's gonna be the hard part, telling her, he mentally told Ed. Tonight I just wanna have some fun, so don't push things. Ok, I understand, just ask if you need help with anything, he replied. With a wide grin spreading across his face he added, Who would have thought it possible, you finding your mate in my club, of all places? You do know the pack bitches aren't gonna like this? I know, but they'll just have to deal with it, was his quick reply. Nodding towards the girls, who by now were happily chatting away amongst themselves, he mentioned to the others to join them. Gently grabbing Fran's shoulders he bent down and kissed her neck and brushed his cheek against hers, letting the other males in the room know she was his and his alone. He was rewarded with wide grins and chuckles from the three men. "Come on ladies, we didn't invite you to have you all sitting here and chatting the evening away, let's go down and get some shaking done!" Chris said joyfully, extending his hand out to Mia. "That sounds like a brilliant idea," Mia answered, accepting his gentleman like gesture, "let's go party." Fran and Nick were already waiting by the door. Lis came as well, but Bron hesitated. "Mind if I stay here? You know I don't dance," she hesitantly spoke up. "Of course they don't mind, I'll stay and keep you company." Adam stepped in, "To tell you the truth, I got two left feet, I would only embarrass them down there, so I might as well stay here with you," he told her in a conspiring tone. He noticed a slight blush creeping up her cheeks, which in his eyes made her even more adorable. Adam hoped that he did a good job of hiding his interest from the Whelan brothers. When the girls arrived not long ago he felt like he'd been hit by a sledgehammer and he simply couldn't pass up the opportunity to spend some time alone with the petite redhead. His wolf was longing for her. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 04 With Adam and Bron left behind in the VIP room, the others made their way to the dance floor. Nick didn't let go of Fran's hand for a second, his brothers accompanying her two friends, for once acting more like gentlemen. He was pretty confident part of it was an act to stay in his good books and to get to know the woman who was the completion to his soul and his wolf. It didn't take long before the six of them got into the groove, dancing the night away. The girls went crazy with the more upbeat tempo songs while the men were happy when they could squeeze in some slow shuffle dancing. His two younger brothers were joking a lot and even with the loud music they managed to keep some sort of conversation going. Nick noticed his youngest brother, Chris, leaning a lot into Mia and more than once Mia gave him some angry stares, which never lasted long before she burst out in laughter. Even Ed seemed to loosen up a bit around Lis. Chris had always been the jouster out of the three of them. Cracking jokes whenever he could and to whomever, getting him into more than one hazardous situation in their pack, especially when he'd just reached adulthood. Nick let out a light chuckle when he remembered a few of those occasions and thanked god that by then he was already the Alpha of their own pack, which at that time made it possible to prevent him from causing more trouble then he already did. He was glad Chris had toned down his jousting act considerably over the years, however he was still the first in line to crack a joke. It lightened up many of their pack meetings, making them less dull. It was only since Nick had to take over the leadership in his territory and became the Alpha Alpha, that he had to rely on his brothers more for guiding their own pack. It was only since meeting Francesca that he was starting to second guess the time he put into everything. Being a werewolf was the biggest secret he still had to reveal to her, but there was one other little detail he hadn't told her. She was aware he was well off and lived in luxury. If he really wanted to he didn't have to work, his company brought in more then enough funding to help the pack, but most kept a regular job or had their own businesses as well. He had to tell her he was also part of the St Ives – Whelan family. A family well known to be very reclusive, which isn't really a surprise seeing their other natural form. As old as the family was and no matter how much they wanted their kind to stay hidden from the masses, they also realized due to their prolonged lives they needed a bit of mystery as well. So at one point about 250 years ago Nick's dad founded SIW Inc. He started out small, providing job for most of his pack members. Bit by bit the company grew, his father weaving an elaborate myth about the owner of SIW Inc. After a few years people knew the company and the myth itself died a bit, but they got used to the fact they never saw the owner of the company. It was told he lived like a recluse, not wanting outside contact, doing most his work by mail or errand boys. Little did they know he came to work every single day, dressed the same way as his employees, working from early morning until late at night. He still came in to check on things but since Nick took over about fifty years ago, his visits were limited to once a week. Nick worked for the company the same way his dad had, he went in every day. A suit would be a waste on him so he instead opted for easy jeans and a t–shirt, also keeping up the reclusive behavior as president of SIW Inc. Sure times have changed, so did their resources, but for the sake of his pack Dominic St Ives – Whelan shied away from every little bit of publicity. The only one that more or less had a public life was Ed, born Eamonn, but even he tried to hide his heritage. This wasn't always easy when you own your own nightclub, which was one of the more popular ones. Looking at Ed and Lis, he saw they got along fine as well. Taking another look towards Chris and Mia, he saw they were still up to their usual bantering, yet he seemed to notice a very cautious glance in Mia's eyes. He stored that little fact in the back of his mind as he did with all his other worries because he didn't want them to ruin the night. Focusing back on the slender brunette in front of him he just wanted to grab hold of her and ravish her until she didn't know anymore who she was. Twirling her around, he gave her some more than appreciative looks at how the red dress moved around her. The bare back lured his hands to it every single time she was near, loving the feel of her smooth, delicate skin. "Think we can sneak out of here?" he asked in her ear after he spun her around, straight into his embrace. "You got plans?" she replied with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Not plans really, just not in a sharing mood. I want you alone," he let her know. "What did you have in mind then?" "It's not that late, maybe we could go to my place and watch a movie. If you want, that is." "We could. I have to admit, going out two nights in a row is more than enough for me." Chuckling lightly she added, "That makes me sound so old now." "No, it doesn't, just means you prefer to relax as well, which is what I'm offering, a movie with a nice glass of wine," he countered her statement. "Let's go then, we'll go and say goodbye to the others." "Ok, don't forget, we have to go back as well, Adam and Bron are still up there," she reminded him. Holding hands, they made their way over to his brothers and her two friends and said their goodbyes. As Fran promised Mia and Lis to call them the next day, Nick told his brothers he'd see them at their next meeting. In the VIP room they were greeted with the sight of two people so wrapped up in their conversations they didn't even notice the couple entering the room. Nick cleared his throat, hoping to get their attention. Only after he mentally poked Adam did he turn towards them. Bron leaned to one side so she could see past Adam, finding Fran and Nick just inside the room. A blush swiftly crept up her face and she quickly untangled her hands from Adam's. "Just came up to get my coat and purse, we're heading home. We already said our goodbyes to the party animals, who knows when they'll quit tonight," Fran explained. "You think you can get home easily?" "Yeah should be ok, I'm the one that drove tonight, so once I'm tired of it I'll just drag them with me, willingly or not," Bron answered. "No worries Nick, I'll make sure the ladies will get home safely, even if it means I have to follow them by bike," Adam interjected with a wink towards Bron. "That's good to know. Means we're free to go home now, let's go," Nick said, ushering Fran outside, down the stairs and then out of the club to his car parked in the alley next to the building. Following the steady flow of traffic they made their way out of the city, towards Nick's home. The ride over was spent in enjoyable silence, Nick holding her hand and gently stroking the inside like he had done before. She kept gazing at their intertwined hands and still couldn't believe how fast things were going. But it all felt so good and she considered herself crazy if she would back away from it. During the evening she had decided to throw away all her reservations and anxieties and just go with how things developed. The last two days proved to be eye openers for her and she had that gorgeous man sitting next to her to thank for it. He never pushed for anything, staying calm, instinctively knowing what she wanted or what he had to say. And damn that man could kiss, if what happened that afternoon was a sign of how passionate he could be, she was convinced she would have a hard time keeping up with him then. In the dark the mansion, where he lived at the ground floor, looked amazing, the moon reflecting in the windows of one side of it. She took in the surroundings and again had to admit it was all a little piece of heaven on earth, not a single soul in sight, or so she thought. From the surrounding bushes they did have quite a few onlookers, mostly unmated pack bitches who wanted to check out the woman their Alpha had brought into their territory. They could smell she wasn't a were like them, a fact which had them all a bit startled. Would their leader bring in a complete stranger? With very low whimpers and barks they communicated their surprise. For them it was unacceptable, each one of them hoped he would choose one of them eventually. The heritage of their bloodline had to be secured at one point, bringing in an outsider would taint it, or so they convinced themselves. Stopping in front of the mansion Nick and Fran got out of the car. He immediately picked up the restless movements and whispering talks in the nearby bushes. Letting out a mental sigh, he silently cursed himself for coming over, he wanted to relax, not set the females straight. Not inclined to show much patience towards them he blasted them with a firm and no nonsense mental shake up Make yourselves scarce, I don't want to deal with your petty squabbles tonight. If any of you have issues you can bring them up at the next pack gathering. Now go! Much to his relief they departed silently and without arguments. Saying a silent prayer, he then guided Fran indoors. Taking her coat, he draped it over one of the couches in the living room. "Why don't you have a look and pick a movie, I'll go grab us a bottle of wine. Do you prefer white, red or a sweet rose?" Nick asked. "Hmmm, a white wine would be lovely, thanks. What kind of movie you want to see?" she replied. "Just take your pick, it only holds those I like to see, though Chris managed to sneak in a few of his favorites, that would be the comedies," he answered and then made a trip to his kitchen to sort the wine. Raiding his cupboards and fridge, he managed to get a little plate together with crackers and some cheese to accompany the whine. Back in his living room he saw that Fran picked a movie and was busy figuring out how to get his DVD-player to work. "Come, give me the remote, I'll get it started, just turn on the TV first, then come and sit down." Nick helped her out. Fran handed him the remote when she came back, deciding her pumps had tortured her enough for that evening. She took them off and took a seat, her legs propped up under her, her red dress covering everything. Without any effort Nick started the movie, noticing she'd picked one out titled Gone in 60 second. It wasn't really a surprise, seeing her fascination for fast wheels. Taking a seat next to her he started up the rest of the movie. While the piracy warnings rolled over the screen, he filled up their glasses and handed one to Fran, grabbing one himself and then settled back, putting up his feet on the coffee table. "I see you picked a good one," he spoke up while nodding towards the TV screen. "I know, I know, I'm a sucker for Eleanor. Given the chance I will most likely pick this one over everything else," she confessed. "It's a damn nice car, isn't much different from the one you got in your barn back there." "Yeah, they're very much alike. If you want, we could use Eleanor's coloring on this Mustang?" he offered. "Ooh, that would be brilliant," she answered excitedly. "But we got a movie to watch now, so focus," she replied, pointing towards the screen, hinting to him the movie just started. Halfway during the move he slipped a hand under her dress, gently grabbing her upper leg and tugging it. Looking over she looked at him to see what he wanted. He patted his lap with his other hand, letting her know it was ok to stretch out her legs on his lap. Nick had noticed she started to wobble then, not finding a more comforting position. Relieved, she stretched out her legs, his one hand never leaving her leg. Once she was comfortable again his other hand joined the first, tenderly moving up and down her calves in a circular motion while he kept watching the movie. She found the little movements soothing, relaxing and enjoyable. Focusing back on the movie, his tender ministrations soothed her so much it didn't take her long to drift to sleep. Bending over her legs, Nick reached out a little to grab the remote and turned off the DVD-player once the movie was finished. Not getting any response from Fran, he turned and noticed she was sound asleep. Very carefully he lifted her legs a little so he could get up. Standing in front of her he scratched his head, trying to figure out what to do now. If he let her sleep there, it was a sure bet she would wake up with a sore back and neck. He could wake her, but seeing her so peacefully and fast asleep, he disregarded that thought in a heartbeat. The only option left was to bring her to his bed, at least she would be comfortable. Crouching in front of her he studied her image once more, he couldn't get enough of it. Lightly brushing a strand of hair out of her face he was tempted to kiss her, but something told him she needed the sleep. "Fran, you have no idea what you do to me, love. I just hope once you know everything you'll able to accept me for me, for what I am." Knowing his next confession would be heard by him alone, he added, "I love you, Francesca Ontario, with all my heart, body and both souls. I hope soon you'll be fully mine." He scooped her up in his arms, waited a second and then made his way to his bedroom. The sheets on his side of the bed were already pulled back and he gently laid her down, draping the sheets over her. Moving to the other side of the bed, he removed his shoes and socks, then took off his shirt, but he kept his pants on. Like that he got into bed as well, moving up behind her he spooned her, enjoying the feel of her naked back to his bare chest. With his arms tightly around her he drifted off to sleep. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 05 Here we are with the next installment. Many thanks to Jaz for proofreading and Asylumseeker for being such a good editor, a big hug to both of you. Chapter 6 is almost written, so hopefully will have that up and running soon as well. Enjoy the read. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan Chapter Five: Passion and Revelations. Waking up slowly, Fran noticed she was draped over a warm, hard body. The muscled chest was slightly going up and down, breathing. Opening her eyes just a little, she saw she wasn't in the living room and, taking a peak upwards, Fran concluded Nick probably carried her over to his bed. Her one leg was comfortably tucked up between his legs, her knee resting just under his impressive crotch. Fran's arm lay relaxed over his taut stomach. During the night the sheets got pushed back, just covering their legs. Opening her eyes completely now, she took the opportunity to give Nick a thorough inspection. Looking up at his face, it was relaxed, a few laugh lines showing next to his eyes. His mouth was opened just a little bit. Hesitantly she brought up her hand and tenderly stroked his lower lip. She trailed further down to his muscled neck, brushing his collarbone. Her hand flat on his upper chest now, Fran's caresses became bolder. Nick still didn't respond to her explorations, so she kept up her adventurous exploitations of his sculpted torso. When trailing her hand over his stomach, his six-pack was very noticeable and with one finger Fran went over each light bump it showed. Smiling inwardly she felt some stirring against her leg that was still tucked up between Nick's legs. Looking up at him, she took in his features. He had a light stubble and when she put her own cheek on his, it was nice feeling it brushing against her own. He still didn't give a sign of waking up, which made her become even bolder with her touches. Moving back a bit, she let her eyes roam his face, still relaxed from being asleep. Fran saw he had a small scar running at his temple, just under his hair line. Softly she trailed it with her finger, going over his jaw down to his neck. There she saw some black markings. Didn't notice these before. Could he have a tattoo on his back? she wondered. One by one she touched the three small stripes, following them as far back as possible. Removing her hand she then bent down and planted a kiss on each end. Loving his smell, she kept up the little kisses and moved to his collarbone. Laying her head on his chest, she heard his heart beating like a fast drum, looking up she was surprised a bit, he didn't give one sign of being awake. The passion filled look in his dark brown eyes told her otherwise. "Don't stop now, love, I'm not complaining," Nick reassured her. A blush quickly crept up her face, making her even more beautiful in his eyes. Bringing up a hand, he gently touched her cheeks. He had been wide awake from the second he felt Fran move next to him. Biting back moan after moan as he felt her touching him, Nick knew he wouldn't stop what she was doing, it felt too good. His dress pants felt like they were two sizes too small by the time he felt her kiss his neck. When he watched her face as she looked up to him, he felt his possessiveness rise to the surface. There was no way anything would come between him and the luscious brunette in his bed right now. Grabbing her waist, he moved her under him in one swift move and firmly planted his lips on hers. He was in no state of mind to take no for an answer, the past two days finally catching up with his patience. Deepening the kiss, Nick explored the depths of her warm mouth, battling her tongue for more access. Realizing he was nearly losing his restraint he broke off the kiss, leaned back and let his head rest on her chest. Hearing her heartbeat, he listened to it for a few seconds. Sitting on his knees, he shifted and raised himself. Having a nice view in front of him, Nick let his hands brush along her arms until he was able to take hold of her hands. Raising them both to his chest, he pressed them over his racing heart. Looking at her blushed face, eyes slightly parted, her lips swollen from his ravenous kiss, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. "I didn't mean to -" she started saying, stopped by Nick, who put a finger on her lips. "Honey, whatever you were doing, I liked, no, I loved every second of it. Never hold back, ever. You didn't wake me, but help me God, if we go on now I will not be able stop. This is your one chance to back away," Nick told her. One of her hands that was pressed against his chest moved up and grabbed his neck, pulling herself up a little. "I'm sorry, Nick," she started, seeing the look chance on Nick's face, anticipating her refusal. "I'm afraid that if we stop now, I will not be held accountable for what I might do to you." Fran giggled when she heard his held in breath escape his lungs. Nick scooped her up and planted her on his lap, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist. "Why you little tease! You almost gave me a heart attack there," he told her before he captured her lips again. This time his kiss wasn't so rushed and he relished the feeling of having her sit on his lap. Although his arousal was aching to be released, he kept up his slow torment on her lips. Grabbing her hair he softly pulled her head back, giving himself more access to her neck. He lingered with his kisses and nibbles right on the spot where he, at some point later on, would bite her. He tried to undo the top of her dress, his big hands battling the tiny buttons at the base of her neck. "You got to help me here, because I don't want to ruin this dress, but if it's not gone quickly..." he whispered urgently in her ear. Leaning back, she smoothly undid the two little buttons which were holding the thin pieces of fabric together. Now loose, she held the front of the dark red garment, but Nick pried away from her hands. Taking hold of the front, he pushed it downwards, brushing against a nipple while doing so. Hugging her again, he brought her back to him, pressing their bare chests together. Cradling her neck, he bent his head to kiss her again, taking things slow this time. He licked over her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, a quick kiss that almost seemed to be more of a swift brushing of his lips on the corner of her mouth, then repeating the same with her upper lip. Only then did he cover her mouth to begin his earlier caress again. It wasn't long before soft moans were heard in the room, coming from both Nick and Fran. Sitting comfortably on his lap, her legs still wrapped around him, Fran let her hands trail over his spine, slowly going down, then up again. She felt him shiver and she repeated the same caress until she felt him bending them down. Lying on her back, Nick got up again, breaking the sweet contact of their lips once again. Resting his hands on her waist for a few brief seconds, he then slowly moved them upwards, cupping her breasts and squeezing them. All this time not taking his eyes off hers, he wanted to drown in the passion he saw reflected in the dark pools which gazed back at him. Fran's hands covered his, pressing them more firmly against her bosom, her thighs squeezing his waist while she tried to move against him. Scooting a bit closer, Nick prevented her from getting what she wanted, knowing he wouldn't let her have the upper hand in their lovemaking just yet. Pinching her taut nipples, he saw her biting her lip and failing to hold back her moans. Remembering how she reacted the day before, he knew she liked both gentle touches and more firm, harder ones. Yesterday he had built up the tension, going from gentle to rough. A devilish smile crept on his face when he suddenly pinched a puckered up nipple and bent down swiftly to take the other one in his warm mouth, sucking gently on it. Fran let out a startled gasp at the different treatments he gave each nipple and arched her back up to him, offering them to Nick. She wanted more of what he was doing. Her hands fisted his hair, pushing him closer to her, he was tormenting her. Being rough on one nipple and tender with the other, it was driving her insane. She never could have imagine they were that sensitive, but yesterday rectified that, resulting in her having the most intense orgasm in ages. Right now Nick was teasing her relentlessly and finally he switched around, making the torment even harder. She tried to move against him but he had her pinned to the bed and all she could do was let him have his way. Grabbing his hair even tighter, she tried to pull him back. "I need more," she breathlessly told him, "Nick, please, more," she pleaded again. Still he didn't give up his assault on her nipples and breasts. After a few more blissful moments he put his hands beside her shoulders, slowly looked up at her, his eyes dark with passion and a golden glow around the dark brown of his irises. Mesmerized she gazed in them and the next second he slanted his lips over hers. If she thought their previous kisses were hot, passionate and breathtaking, then this one belonged in a totally different class. He was letting her know that he wanted her and her alone. His big hands tangled in her hair, then cupped the back of her head. Keeping up his relentless attack, he started making a possessive trail over her face. With each kiss he became a bit more gentle. By the time he reached her neck, she could only tip back her head and moan at the things he was doing to her and letting her feel. Suddenly he moved back completely, grabbed her and turned her around, so she was on her hands and knees. Taking in the sight in front of him, Nick did his best to hold back an appreciative howl. One hand trailed her spine and gently brushed over the butterfly she had at the base of it. He gripped the tiny zipper and opened the rest of her dress and helped it slide down her legs, then lifting one and then the other, he removed the red garment. What was left was the most sexy woman he'd encountered in ages, sitting on her hands and knees on his bed dressed in nothing but a tiny red thong, so tiny it was not even worth the name. Placing his hands on her buttocks, Nick squeezed them firmly, getting a soft moan in response. Stretching his larger frame over hers, he nuzzled her neck, fighting back the urge to nip her. Cupping her breasts, he pulled her up against him and sat them up, both now sitting on their knees. Fran put one hand in his neck holding him close to her and she felt his hand moving down. Teasingly he followed the outline of her thong, first the top part, then the sides that disappeared between her thighs. He could feel the heat coming from her moist dark pussy, her scent becoming harder and harder to resist. She could feel his hand covering her mound and massaging it, not making an attempt to penetrate her. His one arm still holding her close to him, he covered one breast and seemed to absentmindedly play with her nipple, keeping her constantly longing for more. Slowly he started to explore her wet folds, one finger pulling at the tiny fabric that meant to resemble her underwear. Stroking her outer folds, he felt her moisture, making his intrusion go more smoother. He followed the outsides in a circular motion, deliberately avoiding her clit and wet slit. Undergoing this sweet torment, she pushed into his groin, rewarding her with a low growl from Nick. The bulge in his pants proved he was as aroused as she was. Fran tried to bring her free arm behind her, but he blocked her move and intensified his passionate caresses. "Dammit, Nick, I want to touch you too!" she tried in vain. "Soon, my sweet, soon. But first I want you to cum all over my hand, I want you to let go and trust me. All I want you to do right now is concentrate on yourself. Let yourself fly, honey, I'll catch you, I promise," he coaxed her. He intensified his touches between her spread legs and started to gently molest her clit, drawing little circles around it with his thumb, his other fingers keeping up a steady but firm pressure on her slick folds. Feeling her tremble, he deepened his touches and slowly slid one finger inside her warm depths. Nick let out a satisfied groan, feeling her tight passageway hugging his finger. Snugly he kept it inside of her and just kept pressing it deeper while he held up his strokes around her clit, which he still hadn't touched directly. He let a second finger slip in, gently forcing it to join the other one embedded deep inside of her. Damn she's tight! I can't wait to be inside of her, he thought and was aware he had to put in enough time to prepare her before he could really enter her, for he knew he was a bit larger than the average male. Feeling her loosen up a bit after a few strokes, he pushed in a third finger. He heard Fran's breathing becoming more labored, her bosom rising faster, her hand literally gripping his hair tightly. "Nick," she panted, "please, just let me come." Turning her head to him, she pulled him to her and captured his lips and kissed him feverishly, hoping it would entice him to give her what she wanted faster. Only giving into her kiss momentarily he broke it off. "Oh no you little vixen, don't try and tempt me or I will make it even harder. I told you to concentrate on yourself," he told her huskily. "Now, do you trust me?" he asked, while he started to move faster inside of her, her honey making it easier with each stroke. "Yes," she managed to say in between moans of pleasure. "When I tell you to bend over, do just that and enjoy," he explained, "Trust me and all will be fine," he coaxed her even further. She had no idea how much effort it was taking from him trying to hold back, he just wanted to plunge in his hard throbbing manhood and claim her, that craving growing harder and harder to resist. Still he was relentless and wanted to put her needs above his own for now, knowing if things went well he would have her soon enough. Stepping up his efforts again, he started to play with her nipple again, pinching it, pulling, twisting it, each tormenting caress making her whimper with pleasure. At the same time he started pumping his fingers faster inside of her tight canal. In between strokes he gently tried to insert a fourth digit, knowing if she could endure that, it would make their lovemaking later on more pleasurable, knowing she would have no problem accommodating him. He heard her panting at the extra finger trying to get access, but Fran surprised him, she pushed back, as if she wanted to be filled even more. It aroused him even more, knowing she was seeking this so passionately. Finally he moved his thumbs over her clit, just keeping it there like a constant push, the pressure only building up bit by bit every time he slid his fingers inside of her moist core. Listening to her whimpers and moans and the scent she was emitting he knew she was close to orgasm. "Are you ready to cum yet, love?" he whispered in her ear. "Nick, please, you're tormenting me," she managed to blurt out between her constant moans. "Remember, trust me and do as I say, when I say and I'll promise you you'll get everything you want, love." He pushed her on even further. Leaning into her, he gently started to move her upper body forward and with his legs he pushed hers further apart than they already were, making it harder for her to stay upright. The thrusting of his fingers now took on a frantic pace as he plunged them into her wet core, faster and faster he went, pushing harder on her clit. "Bend down, now!" he ordered her, pushing at her back at the same time. He removed his fingers, quickly sat back and tore the flimsy fabric that resembled her thong from her body. Moving down rapidly, he locked his mouth over her quivering mound, lapping up her sweet dew. Feeling her pushing back against his tongue, he retreated it and moved a bit lower, covering her clit. Firmly, but gently, he pried it out of her protective hood and licked it hastily, resulting in even more louder moans from Fran. Suddenly he sucked hard on her clit and when he felt the little knob in his mouth, he callously licked it, dividing his focus between the two activities. When he felt her tremble, he bit down, hard enough to let her fall over the edge she had been balancing on for the past tortuous minutes. "OH MY GOD," she yelled out, then reverting back to silent whimpers, clutching the pillow below her. She was shaking all over and the only reason she didn't completely fall flat on the bed was Nick holding her thighs firmly. Finally her shaking became less violent and she felt him release her clit, that freed sensation made her quiver with a rebuilding desire for more. Panting heavily, she was aware he hadn't stopped yet and was now gently exploring her outer folds. He licked them gently, lapping up her sweet honey and not wanting to waste a drop he tenderly probed his tongue inside, coaxing out every drop of her sweet honey she had to give till there was nothing left. Satisfied that he'd lapped up everything, he released her thighs and slowly roamed her back while he sat up behind her. Greedily he licked his lips, making sure he didn't leave a drop of her sweet essence behind. He was sure he would get addicted to her taste and would never get enough of drinking up her honey like release. Feeling her relax more, he scooped her up and he lowered both of them on the bed. Lying on their sides she immediately cuddled up to him, a content sigh escaping from her lips. "You relax for a few minutes, but don't think we are done yet[.]" he whispered softly. Holding her tight against him he pushed his pelvis forward, letting her feel that they definitely were not done. Playing with a few strands of her tussled hair, his mind was in overdrive. She had no idea how deeply she affected him, touching a side of him he mostly kept buried deep inside of him, almost forgotten over all these lonely years. When he first reached adulthood he spend many years crossing the country, even going overseas, in hope to find his mate, to make sure his bloodline would get passed on. After traveling for over forty years, hiding his true identity as a were and as heir to a wealthy family business, he gave up and decided to go back home. He stepped into the family company and worked his way up, his dad wanting him to know every layer of what they were about. He got trapped in the world of a workaholic. Only the last five years did he relent to his brother Ed's nagging, and every week he spent one or two nights at his club. He acted as a security guard, he didn't need to make contact with the people in the club and he could come and go as he pleased, though he usually stayed until closing time. Until that Friday night. Damn, he thought, the one thing he never thought possible happened, he had felt like he was hit by a brick wall, that stunned he was at first when the feelings hit him head on. The events since then quickly passed by in his mind and as he looked at the beauty in his arms, he couldn't believe his luck. He felt his groin twitch, reminding himself he wasn't done ravishing the exhausted woman in front of him. Slowly Fran pushed herself up, her muscles still trembling lightly from the intense orgasm, turning towards Nick. Probing a finger at his chest she said, "Someone in this room looks to be overdressed. Any idea on how we could rectify that?" "I'm open for suggestions," he replied, turning on his back, he locked his eyes with hers. "Hmmm, let me see what I can come up with," she responded to his hidden invitation. Trailing her finger, she circled one nipple, then made a big loop and gave his other nipple the same attention. Continuing the slow trail she was creating on his chest, she moved her finger over each little bundle of muscles she encountered. Swirling around his belly button Fran bent down and very lightly she followed the same path her fingers made, this time using her lips and tongue, Nick doing his best to hold back some laughter at the tickling sensations it gave him. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 05 Getting up, she started pulling at his belt, then slowly undid the button on his now very wrinkled black dress pants. Fran could clearly see the outline of his throbbing flesh and she felt the heat coming from it while she worked her way down, opening the zipper. Moving back on the bed, she grabbed the back of the pants at knee height and pulled at them. Giving a helping hand Nick raised his hips and she was able to remove them in one swift move, leaving him just in his black boxers, which had a very hard job of containing his hard flesh. Kneeling between in his legs, she bent over him, starting another path of tormenting caresses. Exploring his face and lips as if it was the first time she saw it, she didn't leave a spot untouched or forgotten. Moving to his neck, she was switching between kisses and soft nibbles, forcing Nick to groan excitedly. He almost howled when she nipped harder just at the spot she should be biting during a mating. Traveling south she now was expertly licking and sucking his nipple, the other one begging for the same attention. His arms went up to grab her waist in order to flip her under him, but she countered his attack. "No, Nick, this is my round, so lay back and enjoy. Don't make me tie you up," she mischievously added. "Is that a promise?" he replied, biting back another groan, unaccustomed to giving up control. Giving a sly wink she continued her explorations. By the time she reached his boxers, Nick had to clasp the pillow beneath his head, just to keep himself from dragging her up and taking over. A small hand was softly placed over his throbbing cock and traced the outlines through his black underwear, which were almost unable to hold it all inside. Giving it a gentle squeeze Fran then moved her hands to his sides, slipping a few fingers in his boxers and, as she had done with his pants, tugged at them, all though a bit more careful this time. Raising his hips again she pulled at his boxers, carefully pulling the sides a bit and lifting the front, exposing his member to her. Nick saw the surprise in Fran's eyes when she took in what she just revealed. Oh my, I'm going to have fun with this fine example she thought, taking in the hard throbbing proof of his desire for her. Looking up she noticed he was watching her every move from under slightly closed eyelids, his clenching jaw and tight lips pressed together, proof of his inner battle to let her have her way. Refocusing her view back below her, she took hold of his member, which was velvety soft but rock hard, the pulsing veins making their way up his shaft, leading to his mushroom like head, a small drop of pre-cum sitting on top. Leaning down Fran's tongue lapped up his juice, tasting him for the first time. His salty taste made her want to have more of the same, as a result she opened her mouth and lowered her head a bit more and covered the top of his pulsing rod. First twirling her tongue around the top, she then started to leisurely bob up and down, making him wet with her saliva, then started moving a bit faster and intensifying the sucking. One hand was holding the base of his shaft and pumping him in the same rhythm her mouth was pleasuring him. "Fran," she heard him whisper, "aargh, you have to stop." Letting out some panting breaths, "I'm so close," he hissed, "I want to cum inside you, Fran, please!" he pleaded. It only made her step up her ministrations and feeling the little twitches, she knew he was close. Releasing the pillow, he grabbed her shoulders and before she knew it, he had her pulled up and under him in no time, their heads touching, Nick panting heavily and Fran looking up at him. "Damn you woman, you're going to be the death of me if you keep that up," he told her. His lips descended on hers in a feverish kiss, asking immediate access to her warm mouth. She felt him pressed closely to her, his member lying snuggly between in the valley of her thighs. Moving his hand to her hot core and finding it still dripping wet he asked her, "Are you ready?" Fran nodded in affirmation and spread her legs a bit more. Grabbing his cock, he trailed it over her wet slit teasingly, but being so close himself he stopped that sweet torment and slowly pushed in the tip. Nick had to wait a few seconds before pushing in a bit more, even though he knew she was able to take him and knew she was wet, she still was incredibly tight and he was afraid he'd hurt her if he pushed in too fast. Rocking back and forth, he felt her starting to react and took that as a clue to push in a bit more. He heard Fran taking in a sharp breath and looked at her face for any signs of discomfort. She had her eyes shut tightly and was biting on her lower lip. Placing one elbow next to her, he grabbed her leg under her knee, moving it up, making his entry a little bit easier on her. Slowly he started to push inside her again, biting back a moan and the urge to just plunge in completely. After a few more gentle moves he finally found himself wholly surrounded, her inner muscles twitching around him. Keeping himself completely still, he let Fran get accustomed to his hot flesh that was buried deep inside of her. Waiting for her, he slowly rocked against her, not really pulling out, but just building up the pressure a little. Finally Nick felt her respond, only then did he reposition her. He picked up her other leg and held both to his chest and when he lifted them slightly, it helped him move up in a kneeling position, her butt resting snuggly on his slightly parted thighs. This angle made it easier for him to control his wolf, for he was sure he would want to pin her and he didn't want to push her, not this soon. So he had to make sure when his knot grew, he held back a little. Normally it wouldn't be a problem holding it down, but he was fully aware that his wolf was so close to the surface he couldn't take any chances of freaking her out before he told her. One arm steadying her legs, he brought his other one down, flat on her stomach. Slowly he started to rock again, pulling out just a little bit, then back in. Grasping for his hand, Fran pulled it down towards her aching clit. Taking in the view in front of him, he was curious what she'd do and she didn't disappoint him. Covering his hand, she guided him to where she wanted his hand to be. Her fingers intertwined with his, she started playing with her clit, avoiding it at first, tormenting herself. Bit by bit he started to pull back more and teasingly slowly sliding back in, at the same time taking over her ministrations, going straight for her little nubbin, pressing it each time he pushed back deep. He could feel her tremble, close to orgasm, but he kept up his slow pace, the only way he was able to hold on to the little control he had left. For him she was perfect, pure bliss. She tried to move her hips against him, but he held her still. "Nick, please," she pleaded, "don't tease me now." "Trust me, I'm not teasing you, I just don't want it to be over," he replied passionately. The tension was building up fast in her pussy, even tho Nick kept up his slow torment. He pulled back, just leaving in the tip of his cock, flicked her clit, then plunged in again. It seemed like ages to her and by now she was whimpering, moaning and groaning, urging him to go faster. Looking at his face she noticed the tight clinching in his cheeks, she knew he was getting close. Her hot, wet canal was getting tighter, closing in for another orgasm. Fran heard his muffled curse. Dropping her legs he moved over her again, grasping her shoulders and he started fucking her harder and faster, the tingling sensations creeping up and down her spine. Locking her legs around his waist again she felt him touch her so deep inside where no other had been before. His thrusts were getting more frantic by the second. Burying his face against her shoulder, he fought his urge to mate her, his wolf pushing his limits again. Faster and faster he went and hearing her moans, he could howl out his pleasure. Feeling his own release getting ready to erupt, he started to push really deep. Moving one hand between them, he started rubbing her little nubbin, helping her along. Feeling his knot growing, he tried his best to control his wolf, with the last bit of control left in him he made sure he didn't push in completely. It didn't take long for Fran to start singing her blissful mantra when another orgasm washed over her. Riding through her orgasm Nick kept up his fast movements, the last waves of her orgasm pulling him over the same edge. With every hard push he released his seed deep inside of her, coating her inner walls, mixing with her own juices. He rested his head on her shoulder, quivering from the last spasms of his own release. Carefully he removed himself, planting little kisses on her closed eyes, nose, cheeks and neck. Lying next to her, he embraced her, snuggling up close. He listened to her heartbeat, her breathing, he smelled her, the mix of their juices. His senses were getting overloaded. Fran, I hope you can accept what I am. I wish I could share with you how I feel right now. Fran moved next to him, she turned around and nuzzled his neck, tempting him with kisses and licks. "Hmmm," she mumbled, "I could stay like this for the rest of the day." Stroking her hair, he moved it out of her face and looked down on her. "We could, but I think at one point our appetite won't agree." Getting his courage together he went on. "Besides, there is something I need to talk to you about." "Oh, what about?" she asked. "It's kind of important. Let's hit the shower first, then I'll make us some breakfast and we'll talk then. Deal?" he answered. "Ok," she said, an uneasy feeling creeping up inside of her. Putting on a brave face, she got up and followed Nick to his bathroom. Unable to take her eyes off him, she saw him move about, placing towels nearby for easy access. His nakedness didn't bother him at all, which allowed her to inspect the impressive tattoo he had on his back, starting from one shoulder, she saw a wolf covering his whole back. It looked like the wolf was hugging him with his front paws, one hovering on his shoulder and the other paw on his ribs. Enthralled by the beauty she let go of the uneasiness and stepped up closer and trailed the outlines of his tattoo. It was an exquisite piece of art, the detail in it was phenomenal. Feeling her touch, he stood still, he felt her exploring his back and figured out what she was doing. He never had second thoughts about his tattoo, it was part of him, who he was and represented, it was passed on from Alpha to Alpha and one day he'd hoped he would be able to pass it on to his son or daughter when the time was right. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her almost hypnotic look. "Like what you see?" he trying to get her attention. "It's beautiful," she replied, "It must have taken a long time to have it done?" "It was bearable, but worth it. I would have it done again in a heartbeat," he answered, "If you want to know more about it, I'll gladly tell you more later, but right now I hear a shower calling out to us." Stepping in he pulled her with him. Placing them under the warm flow of the water he bent down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. Blindly reaching behind her, he grabbed a bar of soap and started lathering her up, starting at her shoulders, working his way down her back, he paid a bit longer attention to her luscious bum. Getting down on his knees, he then washed her legs. Turning her around, he then did the same to her front, spending much more time then was really needed. He caught her scent again when he was washing her upper thighs. "Nick!" she yelped when she felt him kiss her hips. With every kiss he placed on her he moved closer to her center, spreading her legs a little he stepped up his ministration and his tongue reached out to lick her clit. Gently he pushed her back against the shower wall. He felt one of her hands drop on his shoulder, the other one burying itself in his hair. Feeling her tremble with anticipation, he lifted a hand and softly followed her outer pussy lips, still a bit swollen from their earlier lovemaking. Moving from one side to the other he traced her opening before he pushed in one digit. Wanting more access to her hot core, he placed one of her legs on his shoulder. With more room now Nick started to lick. Deciding he would give her a little of his wolf, he let his tongue transform a little, making it longer and more agile. Making sure he face was close, he removed his finger and replaced it with his canine tongue. Unaware of the change Fran could only concentrate on her feelings, it didn't matter what he did, he only had to touch her to get her wet and longing. Dear lord, what is he doing down there? she thought while she gripped his head with both hands now, pushing him even closer to her than he already was. Resting her head against the wall, there wasn't much she could do, but if he kept up whatever he was doing to her pussy, she would soon be a trembling mess at his feet. As if he could read her mind, he steadied her by placing one big hand under one of her breasts, cupping it at the same time. Taking advantage of that move he let his thumb and index finger play with her rock hard nipple, making her squeal in pleasure. Pushing his tongue deeper, he licked her insides and moved in and out as if he were fucking her slowly. His thumb was resting on her clit and was flicking it rapidly now, coaxing her faster to her release. He didn't have to wait long and when he felt her tighten up around his tongue, he kept moving it, trying to give her as much pleasure as he could. After a while he felt her relax again and he gently removed his tongue, lapping up every drop he came across, sucking in her pussy lips he made sure to leave nothing behind. Transforming his tongue back to human shape, he then kissed her inner thighs and slowly made a path of kisses, traveling upwards. When he reached her breast he couldn't resist taking a nipple in his mouth and giving it some attention. He could feel Fran tugging at his hair, but he didn't give in. Instead he moved to the nipple's twin and repeated his actions, resulting in another series of moans escaping from her mouth. Covering the last distance he then ravished that delicious mouth, never getting enough of her taste. Nick felt one of her hands traveling south, but he grabbed it before she could touch him. He wanted her too, but he needed to tell first, only then would he allow himself to feel pleasure by her hands again, knowing it was because she accepted what he was. "Later," he told her, releasing her reluctantly, "Let's finish washing ourselves. Breakfast after." "You better hold yourself to that," she said, pouting her lips, "Turn around, then I'll do your back, before I change my mind." Starting from his shoulders she bathed him, she could feel the tension in his muscles, not to mention the knots, making a mental note to massage them away at some point later on. Reaching his butt she couldn't resist giving it a firm squeeze, rewarding her with a warning look from Nick. Squatting down, she quickly washed his legs, then grabbed his waist and motioned him to turn around. Nick looked down on her, squatted before him, the warm water cascading on her face, when she looked up to him, her eyes filled with desire for the man in front of her. A man who was at ease with himself, who didn't hesitate to put her needs before his own, a man who lusted after her and wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. But she could also see something else in his eyes, the same look her daddy always had for her mother. Could it be? she wondered, it can't be love, not this soon, can it? Breaking their gaze, she looked at the exquisite view in front of her. His manhood was standing up proud, she could see him twitch. Bringing up her hands, she tried to grasp it, but again Nick was quick to stop her. "Fran, you have no idea how much I want you to do that, but if you do we won't make it out of my room for the rest of the day," he explained his action. "And what is wrong with that?" she countered, winking mischievously. "There is nothing wrong with that, but one big thing." "We've got one big thing right in front of us, so what could be wrong with that?" she coaxed. "That big thing won't get as hungry as the rest attached to it," he replied. His stomach, making itself known at just the right time, validated his comment. Chuckling lightly, she slowly got up and poked his taut six-pack. "Let's get you washed up then and find you some food," she teased. Quickly he grabbed the bar of soap from her hands and washed his chest, making sure the little vixen in front of him wouldn't try to seduce him even more. Rinsing himself off, he turned off the tabs and led her out of the cubicle. Grabbing one of the large towels, he lovingly put one around her, then grabbed the other one and dried himself. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he walked back into his room and put on a pair of black sweat pants he grabbed from his dresser. Tossing a few pieces of clothing aside, he found a pair of shorts and he also took one of his tighter fitting shirts and brought the garments over to the bathroom, where Fran stood in front of the mirror. He liked the view in the mirror, her towel tucked tightly around her chest, not hiding much of her delicious curves. He chuckled lightly at the feeble attempts he saw her making in sorting her long brown locks. "I grabbed some clothes for you, sweetheart. If you take a look in one of the drawers you may find a few combs, I think they may be of better use then your fingers," he said. "I'll go to the kitchen already and start on breakfast." "Thanks Nick, I'll be there in a few," she replied, gratefully accepting the clothes he put on the bathroom sink. Silently he stalked out of the room and made his way to the kitchen. Nick started up the coffee machine first, then turned on the oven and placed a frying pan on the stove. Even though he was a workaholic, breakfast was one of the few things he loved spending time on. Being a wolf, his kind had a bigger appetite than a mere human, and when they craved more for meat, even in their human form, they didn't shy away from all other foods. You could call them true Burgundians, loving all sorts of cuisine from all over the world, their senses making all meals a feast on their own. Not sure What Fran preferred he decided to make a bit of everything. Putting some thick slices of bacon on the oven tray he placed them inside the oven. In a large bowl he started to make some batter for a few of those delicious American pancakes. In between baking those he got some fresh forest fruits out of the fridge and mixed them lightly in another bowl, he then placed it on the counter, ready for use. Then he took out another frying pan and let it heat up, while he then whipped up some eggs, mixed with a few fresh herbs. Finishing the scrambled eggs, he divided them over two plates and set them on the counter as well. Grabbing some bread, he tossed a few slices in the toaster, hoping they would pop up golden brown. Having finished baking the pancakes, he also placed them on his kitchen counter and then set to the task of getting the rest ready, putting two empty plates and mugs next to the deliciously smelling food. He poured the hot black liquid in a trendy chrome coffee pot and set it next to the plates together with a mini milk container and a small bowl filled with some sugar cubes. Stepping back, he looked at his handiwork and nodded, agreeing with himself he did a nice job. Catching the smell of the bacon, he realized he had to take the crispy baked meat out of the oven. Turning off the oven, he placed the oven tray on top of the stove, they could take a few pieces straight from the tray if needed. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 05 Unaware to Nick, Fran leaned against the door frame, taking in the methodical but relaxed way he cooked and put things ready. Shaking her head lightly, he kept on surprising her. Trying not to disturb him, she slowly made her way towards the counter. Looking over it, she saw him bend over, his ass very clearly outlined in the loose sweat pants he was wearing, taking out a tray from the oven. She liked the idea of just skipping breakfast and heading back to the bedroom, but seeing he stopped her twice, she had to, silently, agree that nourishment was needed. She cleared her throat when she saw him get up again and stretch out his arm, every muscle moving and twitching. He spun around quickly, a surprised look on his face. "I didn't hear you come in, but please, take a seat and help yourself. Do you want coffee?" he asked, pointing at the chrome coffee pot, "Or do you prefer some OJ? I have a few bottles in the fridge." "Some coffee would be super," she answered, "I didn't know you were such a kitchen prince. I could get used to this." She didn't notice the brief look of pure longing washing over his face, while she put little pieces of everything on her plate. However she did notice, once she was done filling her own plate, that when he filled his plate, there wasn't much room left. "I see you weren't joking, that would last me three days," she stated. "Hey, I'm a big boy, I need it to keep up with a certain little vixen," he winked then attacked his plate. They worked through their breakfast in, by now, familiar comfortable silence. Once done, they got up and Fran wanted to help clear up but Nick didn't want to have any of it. "You just go to the living room, I'll be right there, it doesn't take long to put everything in the dishwasher," he reassured her, gently pushing her towards the door, before turning back to the dirty dishes. He just bought himself another few minutes to recollect his thoughts and still tried to figure out how to tell her. After he filled the dishwasher and had it started up he knew he couldn't stall much longer. Unsure on how to start he decided on winging it, see how her reaction was and take things from there, wherever they may lead them. Expecting her to sit on the couch, he looked around the room, finding her in front of one of the larger windows. Stepping up behind her, he embraced her gently, resting his chin on her shoulder. She felt so right in his arms, their bodies making a perfect match standing so close together. "Come, let's sit down, then I can try and explain what I wanted to talk about with you," he started. Grasping her hand, he led her to the large couch. She followed, giving him a curious look. "Let me start with asking you a few questions, but I want an honest answer on each one, even if it may seem I don't agree, I want your true opinion. That ok with you?" he went on after they sat down. "I can do that," she answered, "But what is all this about?" "It's complicated. Let me ask you this first, how much truth do you think a legend holds? For example Merlin, the wizard," he asked, knowing that Merlin was indeed all the legends claimed him to be, but what the legend didn't tell was that the wizard was an Ancient, a being able to take on any form he or she wished and had an almost unlimited power and control over all things in nature. It was his knowledge of nature and how to use it to his advantage that brought Merlin into the position he was in back then. These days Merlin stayed of the radar, but was in close contact with all non human leaders all over the world, Nick being one of them. "Hmmm, I don't know really, there's been so much about him. I'm convinced the person existed, but if he really was a wizard, I don't know, don't think so[.]" she replied honestly. She was starting to wonder where all of this would lead to. "What if I tell you those legends hold more truth than you thought?" he went on. "More truth? How do you mean?" she countered his question with her own. "What if I would say witches and wizards actually do exist?" "I'd say that isn't true. I know some claim to be, like all those wicca groups you see popping up, but if they actually do something, I highly doubt it," she answered vividly. "Now what would you say if I claim vampires, shape shifters and werewolves exist as well?" he anxiously inquired. Not sure what to make of his questions she looked at him curiously, he had to have a good reason to ask her these things. She saw the hopeful glance in his eyes and something inside of her clicked. Not knowing what it was yet, she felt a tugging in her heart. "Honestly I would say they don't exist, but I do think over time a lot of things happened that made some people believe they do. Just look at things that happened in those days, people that disappeared without a trace, corpses found, half chewed up. I'm sure there would be a reasonable explanation to those things if they would have the same means we have today to investigate," she concluded. "Maybe what was told back then was actually the truth. Vampires going on wild raids throughout the small villages, draining everything they could set their fangs into" he stated. She looked at him, a very serious face eyed her cautiously. "That's just myth and legend, Nick. It can't be true[.]" she retorted. "I can prove it is true." "Prove what, that vampires exist? We don't have such kind of massacres this day and age. That Merlin still lives?" she asked in disbelief. "I could give that old bastard a call if it would help, I'm sure he'd be willing to pay a visit" he responded, biting back a laugh, he knew Merlin would be over in a heartbeat. "But I can prove it in another way that some of those things do exist." She looked at him with surprise in her eyes, trying to regain the little sense left inside of her. "And how exactly were you going to do that?" she inquired. "Do you trust me? Know that I will never hurt you, ever?" he asked in a firm tone. Did she trust him? she thought. "Yes, I do." "Ok, just wait and see then," he told her, hoping she wouldn't freak out. Knowing the time of truth was there, he stepped away from the couch. Glad he was only wearing the sweat pants he only had to remove that one piece of clothing before he let his wolf emerge. Bones cracked and snapped into new positions, his nose grew longer, his ears pointier. Black fur sprouted all over his body. Only a few seconds passed while his transformation completed itself. He never lost eye contact, wanting to be sure she wouldn't freak out. He could see her eyes spread open, her lips making a perfect O. She sat there silently, in shock from what she had seen happening right in front of her. Where once Nick stood, now sat a large big black wolf, his eyes locked with hers. She still recognized those eyes, they were the only things that hadn't changed, the only things that right now kept her from screaming, remembering Nick's words, that he would never hurt her. "How is this... I don't believe it..." Blinking her eyes, the black wolf calmly sat there. "Nick?" she asked hesitantly, getting a small nod in return. Slowly he lowered himself onto his belly and bit by bit he crawled over to Fran, not wanting to startle or scare her. He acted as submissive as he could, which was a first, especially to him, but too much was at stake here, so he had to use all he had available to him. He had reached the other side of the couch she was sitting on and he carefully got up a little and laid his head on the sofa, gazing up at her. Bit by bit he moved closer, relieved when he saw that the initial shock was almost gone from her face, a certain curiosity taking its place. Encouraged by her change he moved in closer, crawling onto the sofa. With her seated in one corner, he now occupied the rest of the couch. But he just lay there now, his head resting on his front paws, his eyes quickly traveling up and down her body, noticing she was relaxing a bit more. Nick let out a whimper, hoping he could tempt her to touch him. He needed her to take the next step, to acknowledge what he was, he was craving for her touch. Placing his trust into her, he closed his eyes and waited patiently. Fran still couldn't believe what just happened in front of her. First there was Nick, the next moment a big wolf. Trying to recollect her thought, she kept looking. Without realizing it she found the wolf next to her on the couch. She only had to reach out her hand and she could touch him. She saw that Nick had his eyes closed and just lay calmly next to her as if he were waiting for her to take the next step. Hesitantly she reached out and touched the top of his snout with one finger. He leisurely opened one eye and tipped his snout, as if to stay to touch him higher up. Feeling a bit braver she placed her hand on top of his head now, slowly gliding to the sides. His fur was incredibly soft, she expected it to be more rougher. Getting more confidence she now started to pat him and scratch behind his ears, not really sure if it was a nice thing to do or insulting, but hearing faint whimpers she assumed it was a good thing. Nudging her hand, Nick slid a little closer, enough to rest his head on her lap. He couldn't believe how calm she stayed. Her caresses now extended to cover his shoulders and side. Rhythmically she kept stroking him, the built-up tension from the last two days leaving his yearning body. They stayed like that for a while, Fran gently stroking him or scratching him softly behind his ears. Nick just enjoyed every little touch, happy that she clearly accepted what had happened in front of her. His mind went whirling again, he still had to tell her the mating part. Five more minutes he thought, then I'll have to tell the rest. "So let me guess, you could actually call Merlin then?" he heard her say, feeling her body shake a little. Unwillingly he sat up so he could look at her. Not a trace of fear or apprehension was on her face, just a little bit of disbelief, but she was taking to this all remarkably well. Knowing he couldn't answer her in wolf form he had to change back. It only took him a few seconds and in all his masculine glory he went to the other side of the room to pick up his pants and put them back on. When he turned around he saw a nice pink blush on her cheeks. She must have checked him out then, letting the laughter out. "You may have to get used to that, we can't shift with clothes on, we would have a very huge dressing bill then. As for Merlin, you're right, I could call him. He just doesn't like to be out in the open, he doesn't want another exposure as in the olden days," he told with a serious voice. Walking back up to Fran, he sat down next to her and cupped her face, locking their eyes again. "Fran, do you have any clue how happy you just made me?" he said in a serious tone. "Just give me a few more minutes to let it all sink in. It's not every day you get told the myths and legends are more fact than people make them to be." "Sweetheart, that's perfectly fine. I'm just happy you didn't freak out on me, I don't know what I would have done then. You're too important to me[.]" he explained, the last part bringing a puzzled look on Fran's face. "Important? How so?" she asked. "It's not that I reveal myself to just anybody, love. You're special to me and I had no clue whatsoever how you would react, but I had to take the chance. For my own sanity." He started, "Do you know a little about how a wolf pack works?" "Hmmm, I know there is mostly one in charge and that they live in groups, but can't say I know much more," she answered. "You're correct in both things. I am the Alpha of this pack and the rest of the house and surroundings are occupied by the rest. Think we live here with about sixty pack members." "That many?" she said, her eyes growing a little wider. "He he, we blend in and we do our share in the community. We have a few younglings as well and the triplets. They were born two years ago so they're very playful still," he explained further, a smile appearing on his face when he thought back at the three little daredevils, they sure brought some life to the compound, that was for sure. "But there is another thing you need to know about us wolves," he went on, "Wolves are promiscuous beings until they find their mate. After that they only have eyes for their partner for the rest of their lives, their bonding is for life." "How do they know if someone is their mate? I don't think a little jouster appears on the scene with bells and whistles," she added. "Our wolf knows it instinctively, it's very hard to control our wolf then. But it gets a little bit easier when we talk a bit of sense into them," he replied, "that way we don't jump our mates the second we set eyes on them." "It would look rather strange if one would see that happening," she chuckled. "I was lucky though, I only had to rescue mine," he revealed. "Rescue?" she asked. He kept looking at her and finally it dawned on her. "No way. That can't be." "You better believe it. You're my match, if you had any idea how hard it was for me to control myself," he said, lightly shaking his head. "Seriously?" she asked again. "As serious as you can get, sweetheart," he replied. He picked her up and planted her on his lap, he was done holding back. "You're mine and I intend to prove that every way possible. It took me so long to find a mate that I gave up on the idea ever finding her. I've roamed the world for about forty years, hoping to find her. Then I went back home and gave up the hope. Some years later I took over the company and I became a true workaholic. Until Friday night, the minute you set a foot inside the club I was bombarded, my wolf going into overdrive. If I had smelled wolf on you I probably would have kidnapped you right there and then," he admitted. "Rewind a little bit, forty years? How old does that make you?" she wanted to know. "I'm 175 years old," he revealed. "Holy crap!" she said, quickly covering her mouth. "Our kind ages slower than humans. We heal faster, we don't get sick and most importantly, we have a very healthy sex drive." Nick saw her blush reappearing and he couldn't hold back his desire any longer. Capturing her lips, he put all he had to give in to that kiss, his desire, his tenderness, his possessiveness, his soul and his love. Only releasing her to take in much more needed air, he continued kissing her. Somewhere during that kiss he had managed to turn her on his lap so she was now straddling him. His hands finding her luscious bum he pulled her closer to him, nestling his hard rod in the fold of her thigh. "Fran, I need you, sweetheart. I need to know you'll be mine. Will you let me show you how good we can be together? I promise I won't bind us, but I need you to know how things could be between us. Will you let me?" he pleaded. Her mind was still spinning from all the information she had just learned but she knew she could trust him, he obviously trusted her enough to reveal all the things he had. It was all a bit mind blowing but it also made some sense, she had felt a deeper connection between them so many times. Frankly who wouldn't get used to the attentions of such a gorgeous man like Nick? If she understood him correctly, finding a mate was one of the most important things to him, who was she to deny him that? Seeing the unsaid love in his eyes, she made up her mind, deep down she knew she loved him and he would never hurt her. "Show me, Nick, show me and let me feel what it's like," she let him know. "I know I still need to learn more about what you are and I'll need time to adjust, but it feels right in here." Placing his hand over her heart he told her, "That's all I need to know. I closed myself off for so many years and it took you less than two days to break down all my walls. So if you'll have me, I'm yours and yours alone, but give me a little time to adjust to it. It's all so overwhelming." He couldn't talk, for the first time in his life he was so overjoyed he couldn't get out one single word. Nick pulled her real close, his heart racing like a madman. Finally regaining some senses he managed to say a few words. "Knowing you'll be mine is enough for me now. Not having to hide anymore means a lot. I love you so much Fran," the last words not being a real surprise, he still was amazed at how easy he said them, how right they felt. "And I you," she whispered softly, her head buried in the crook of his neck. Holding her tight, he got up and walked back to his room, the scent of their earlier lovemaking adding to their current state of arousal. Feedback and comments are always welcome and don't forget to vote. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 06 Here we are with the continuation of Nick and Fran. Many thanks go towards Jazcullen for proofreading and Asylumseeker for editing. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan Chapter Six : Getting together. Entering his bedroom, Nick was fast to walk up to his bed, the sheets still a mess from their earlier shenanigans. He looked down at the woman in his arms and he couldn't believe how lucky he was. Placing one knee on the bed he very gently put Fran down and laid next to her. Amazed with how she reacted to his revelation he just held her, caressing her back tenderly, enjoying Fran's body cradled next to his. Knowing what he was going to do, he knew he had to explain a few things first. Smiling inwardly he got excited because he was going to have a temporary bond with her. He rolled on his back, taking Fran with him. "Let me tell you first what would happen with a true mating," he started. "We have to make love twice and have to prove dominance over each other and mark one another. Both times I have to be locked with you for it to stay, the mark that is." "What you mean with locked?" Fran asked. "When any kind of canine breeds they form a knot at the base of their penis. It's to make sure they impregnate the female. For us wolves it works more or less the same, only we have a little bit more control over it, unless our mate is in heat," he explained, "When we truly mate I can smell when you're in heat, your cycle will change a bit, female wolves go into heat about three, four times a year." "Three, four times, I can live with that," she grinned. "Don't laugh so fast, if I knot you during those times you'll be pregnant, you can be hundred procent sure of that," he stated. "Ooh," was her single reply to that. "Yes, ooh. I don't mind having a few little pups of my own, but I'll leave it up to you. Anyways I'll continue. For a true mating to happen I have to make love to you and once I'm knotted I have to wait until we're both cuming, then I have to bite you, right here," he told her, then trailed one finger in the crook of her neck. "Normally a scar like that would heal instantly for a werewolf, but only during a mating the scarring stays as proof of the bond," he continued, "After the initial bite, we'll have to do it all again, only this time you'll have to prove your dominance over me and bite me at the same spot, marking me as yours." "How do you expect me to bite you? I don't have canines like you have," she pointed out. "That's the small difference. A single bite will turn a human, the initial change happening rather fast. After I mark you, you'll need to rest for a bit, to let the change happen. It doesn't hurt, but you'll notice your senses becoming sharper and you'll feel the mating instinct a lot stronger. You'll feel the presence of your wolf once the initial change is done," he explained further. "Will I be able to change straight away, like you did today?" she asked. "Not immediately no, you'll have to wait till the next full moon before you'll be able to make a full transformation. After that you'll be able to change at will. When we're mating your primal instinct will help you when you have to mark me, you don't need a full change for that," he answered. "Ok, think I get it, sounds a bit complicated, but I understand," she chuckled lightly. "Basically we make love two times, first time you bite me and second time I have to bite you when we're locked together." "If you want the short version, yeah, that about sums it up," Nick agreed[,] "Once we're bonded we'll get a mental link as well. We'll always be in touch, no matter where the other is." Straddling his hips, Fran sat up straight, tipping her head to one side and taking in the man trapped under her. Still overwhelmed by the events, she was surprised that despite everything she felt completely relaxed with Nick. Just being with him soothed her, even now knowing what he really was. When he first transformed right in front of her she was shocked and perplexed. But he said he would never hurt her and he didn't, only making her feelings grow. Taking in the view in front of her Fran noticed Nick was studying her face intensely, as if he was trying to read her mind. "Can you always read someone else mind?" she asked. Nick lifted one eyebrow, his hands traveling up and down her legs. "I never said I could read minds, I wish I could, like right now would be such a time," he answered, a mischievous grin appearing on his face. "What I meant was, after we're mated, we'll be linked, we'll feel each other's emotions, we will be able to exchange thoughts. That is only possible between mates. Only because I am an Alpha I can link to others when needed, but it's not a permanent thing. My link with you would be." Traveling over his muscular chest with her fingers, she locked their eyes together. "I bet you would want to know what I'm thinking right now," she teased, wiggling over his groin. Grabbing her waist, he stilled her movements. Nick could feel his desire growing already. "There is a way how I can let you experience part of a bonding, it will temporarily heighten your senses and you'll pick up part of the emotions, but there won't be a mental link," he told. "So when you bite me I'll feel only a part of it?" "No no, it doesn't work like that, remember, I said a single bite will turn you, there are no exceptions for that. The way for you to feel something similar means you'll have to take a bit of my blood." Watching her intensely, he saw her wrinkle up her nose. "Only a few drops will do, honey, and it will only last for an hour or two." "Phew, for a moment I thought it would be something more severe, but I'm sure I can handle a couple of drops of blood." She relaxed again. "Are you sure? I understand if you don't. I just want to show you as much as I can without making things permanent, I want you to be hundred percent sure," he wanted to make sure. "Honestly I'm being so overwhelmed, I'm trying to give everything a place. For you these things seem normal, but they aren't to me," she started second guessing herself again. "Fran, sweetheart, I know this is all a lot to take in and I won't hold it against you if you need a bit of time to adjust to all these new things." Pulling her down, he hugged her tenderly, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "I know I said I needed to show you what I felt, but the last thing I want is you getting scared or overwhelmed." Nick turned them on their sides and cupped her face and studied it. "I can see you aren't frightened but you got more questions. Why don't we take a quick nap and continue this conversation later? You can ask me anything you want to know and then we'll go from there," he offered her. "Think I'd like that, Nick," she accepted, her body relaxing against his, the excited rush leaving her body. Nick reached for the sheets and covered them, then he cuddled up again and held Fran tenderly. Inwardly he was cursing himself, he had pushed her, he should have went slower. But the joy he felt that she was accepting him for what he was clouded his mind. His thoughts were going into overdrive, replaying the events of that morning. Nick realized he shouldn't have tried to let her go along, he was glad that for once her insecurity reared its ugly head. Fran relaxed against Nick's chest, her mind whirling around like a hurricane. She didn't feel pressured but she was glad Nick picked up her feelings to slow things down. She nestled herself closer to him after he had covered them with one of the tousled sheets on his bed. Closing her eyes she breathed in his scent, wondering how it would be to feel what he felt, to be able to react on a single thought. She liked the idea. Letting their conversation pass again her focus started to slip and she drifted off to sleep. She saw Nick sitting in the grass behind the mansion, his arms reached out. Following his look she saw a little boy, barely able to stand, wobble towards Nick's open arms. The little toddler looked like an exact replica of the man sitting down. "Come on, Thomas, you can do it, Daddy's big boy can do this, only a few more steps," she heard him coax the little kid. Seeing the toddler slowly and shakily making his way over, she could see the big smile across the beaming face, his big eyes focused on Nick, his daddy. Once the boy had reached the open arms, Nick lifted up his son and carefully lifted him up high then spinning them both around. "You did it! You make Daddy so proud," she heard Nick say. "Come my little warrior, we'll have to go tell Mommy you took your first steps. I'm sure she'll be proud as well." Watching him come up to her, she didn't know what to do, looking around quickly she noticed she was in his living room, but she picked up a few changes. Toys scattered all over the floor, a doll house placed in one corner of the room. Coming up to her, he had the boy placed on one hip. He reached for her twin image, she only just noticed standing right next to her, with his free arm, nuzzling her neck. "Hi, Mommy, did you see what this little warrior just did? He made his few tentative steps and he didn't fall once," he told her with much pride in his voice. Not sure what to do, she decided to follow them. She listened to the easy conversation between what could be nothing else then her dream Nick and dream Fran and their dream family. She heard a car stop in front of the house, a door opening and closing and then someone running along the corridor. "DADDY! You're home," she heard a girl screaming, then throwing herself at Nick, who quickly handed over the boy to Fran. "Easy does it, you little vixen," he laughed, picking up the girl and twirling her around. Hugging her tightly he then planted a tender kiss on top of the little girl's head. "So how was school today, Sheridan?" he asked the girl who was a younger version of her mother, in looks and in spirit. "It went fine, but uncle Merlin is being grumpy. I think auntie Lis is mad at him again," the little girl told him. "He kept mumbling the word 'hormones' all day long." Nick looked at Fran. "Could she be pregnant, again?" he mentally asked her. "I don't know, I haven't spoken to her this week. She was fine the last time I saw her. She had dropped Dave off with her parents and she had the twins with her. I'm sure we'll know soon enough if it should be so. She'll need all the support we can give her then, well not really support, more like a catering service," she mentally replied to Nick. Looking down on their daughter, Fran told her that things would be fine. Nick and Fran started to walk out of the room, the little girl hopping in front of them. She wanted to follow them but the view started to blur then fade dark. Her eyes shot open in surprise, she tried sitting up, but she was held back by two arms holding her down tightly against a warm chest. Taking in the strange room, she realized again where she was, relaxing back in the iron embrace Nick had her in. Letting out a deep sigh, she tried to remember the dream she just had. "What is it, sweetheart?" Nick asked, gently maneuvering her around so they were facing each other. "Just a dream, it's fine, I'm fine. Just spooked myself waking up," she explained. "It must have been something." "Hmmm, I'm trying to remember it, I know it was about us, I was standing in the living room, watching outside," she started telling, propping herself up on his chest. "You were sitting out there in the garden, a little boy running up to you. Once inside, the elder sister came home from school. She said something that auntie Lis was mad at uncle Merlin and that because of that he was grumpy at school." "It seems you had a prophecy dream," he told her, "Sometimes when future mates spend time together it can happen that either one has some kind of dream, showing their future. They don't occur that often, so they're cherished. Each dream we know of always turned out to be true." He was a bit surprised as well, those kinds of dreams were very rare, but they were never wrong. Suddenly he burst out laughing, making Fran look at him curiously. "What is the inside joke? Care to let me in on it?" she asked, playfully poking him in the chest. It took him a few moments to tone down his laughing but then he explained to her. "As I just told you, the dream you had was a prophecy dream, they're very rare, but they always tell you the truth. I'm happy to hear we'll have two children one day, but what got to me was Merlin. He swore he would never fall for a woman again, but it seems Lis will prove to be his downfall," he explained. "I can't wait to see that happen," he chuckled lightly. "Merlin as in the old wise Merlin you mentioned before?" "The one and only," he replied. "It seems I still have a lot to learn," she said, shaking her head, a smile on her face. "Give it time and it will be all fine. But tell me this, you remember more about the kids?" he inquired. "The boy was still a toddler, taking his first steps, you called him Thomas, he looked like a younger version of you. The girl came waltzing in like a whirlwind, she looked a lot like me, she seemed to be six or so, Sheridan was her name. She practically leaped on you from across the room, happy you were home. You asked her about her day at school, that's when she told about Lis and Merlin," she narrated her dream. "They started walking out of the room, I wanted to follow but everything turned black. I guess I woke up at that time, feeling a bit weird." "Sheridan and Thomas," he let the names roll off his tongue, "they're nice names. A girl and a boy." Letting out a contented sigh, he hugged Fran close. "Thank you." "Thank you, what for?" she asked. "Thank you for the two wonderful kids you'll bring into this world someday. My deepest desire was finding my mate, second on the list was having kids, your dream just reassured me I will get those things," he confessed. "So you're going from workaholic to family man just like that?" "Things won't be easy, honey, I'll be honest about that. I'm not just Alpha to my own pack, I have more responsibilities. I'm also head of all the packs in this part of the world, which means when there are meetings I may have to travel from time to time. But I don't want to bombard you with all that right now, we have other things to focus on," he mischievously winked. "Do we now?" she replied rather plainly, feigning disinterest in everything. "Oh yes we do, knowing we'll have kids, just makes me want to take you for a practice run," he told her, wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh really? You know it takes two to tango, maybe I'm not up for it," she said, pretending to get up. Before she knew it Nick had her trapped under him, his legs pinning hers to the bed, her arms held together above her head. "Lesson one: never make a wolf chase his mate, we only want you even more if you do, my sweet," he whispered. Looking down he could see the sparks in her eyes and her feeble attempts not to burst out in laughter, traveling south he could see her hardening nipples. Letting out a small appreciative growl, he dropped his head to the top of the t-shirt he gave her earlier and ripped the top. Bringing one hand down he tore open the rest of the shirt and peeled it open, revealing her two pink nubs. "Nick," she gasped, "was that really necessary?" "Lesson two: no clothes in my bed, I'll only shred them lovingly to have access to your gorgeous body," he stated, dipping his head and taking one nipple in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. The things he did with his tongue got her wet in no time and she kept wiggling under him, wanting more. When he came up she expected him to roughly kiss her, but instead he very tenderly brushed her lips, following the outlines before he covered them completely. Giving him access, their tongues touched and caressed each other, slow at first, their battle becoming more heated by the second. They had to part to take in some precious air and Nick gave her a serious look. "Do you want me to show you now?" he asked. She knew right away what he was referring to and nodded affirmatively, she was sure, she already had her mind made up about that. He braced himself on one arm and brought the other one up. Fran saw he had dropped his canines and he nipped his thumb with one of them, then they immediately disappeared again. "A few drops are enough," he stated, bringing his thumb up to her mouth. Opening her mouth, she sucked in his thumb, her tongue twirling around it in a seductive way. Each time she crossed the tip she could taste the coppery flavor of his blood. A few seconds later he removed his thumb, to give it a lick of his own, sealing the wound he had created. "It only takes a few minutes, then you'll notice your senses being more accurate," he explained. Closing her eyes, she waited for the effects to occur and true to his words she started to hear her own heartbeat. Somewhere nearby she could hear another beating sound going faster than her own. Reaching out, she placed her hand on his chest and it felt as if his heart was just hammering away just under the skin. She felt her desire grow tenfold, her eyes shot open at that sensation. A feeling of pure joy coming together with the desire she felt. She could see the smile on his lips reaching his eyes, so she gathered she was picking up his emotions already. "Are you ok?" Nick asked. "I'm fine. This feeling, it's so ..." she hesitated, "I can't put words on it, but I'm sure I'm feeling yours, I can hear your heartbeat so loud and clear. It's amazing!" She started to explore his chest again, feeling every light tremble he emanated. When she dipped her hand in his sweatpants and cupped his ass, she felt her emotions growing again. It wasn't the only thing growing, she noticed, when he pressed his groin snuggly between her thighs. Lifting her head, she went for his neck, nibbling, licking and kissing him. He tasted so divine and his smell was just intoxicating. It made her feel like she wanted to jump him and ride him all day long. She could feel his chest shaking and she looked up. "Honey, now you feel what I've been like since I sensed you that Friday night," he revealed. "Is it like this ALL the time?" she asked in wonder. "No, it depends on what we're doing, it goes along with our emotions. It won't stay so intense forever, but it will take some time to temper those feelings. I'm all for getting rid of them with some intense physical exercises till we're totally burned out," he replied. He felt her passion flare up and he went back to his earlier ministrations, only now he cupped her breast first, squeezing it firmly, pointing her nipple upwards, making it easier for him to torment the little hard nub. Slowly he drew circles around it with his tongue, when he reached the tip he sucked it in his warm mouth. Doing the same to her other nipple, had her writhing with pleasure. She could feel little butterflies throughout her entire body. Lacing her hands through his hair she held him close, but it wasn't for long when just his licking and sucking wasn't enough and her hips started to move against his groin, feeling his hard flesh rub against her covered pussy. Nick released her nipple and let out a soft growl. Feeling the urgency of her desire, he scooted down and removed the shorts he'd given her earlier and dove in straight away. Her hands hadn't left his head and he felt her grip him tighter. Not wanting to waste time, he gently parted her labia and licked her from her clit all the way down and up again, staying around her clit. Her scent was driving him mad with lust and he wanted to taste her, he wanted her sweet honey dripping from her moist center. Sucking her clit, he inserted one finger first and went for her tender spot, which he found after a few exploring strokes. Placing his other hand on her stomach, he immobilized her. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 06 Nick saw her gripping the sheets and the wetness under his tongue and on his hand proved she was close. Slowly he inserted a second and a third finger, building up from a slow rhythm, he paid more attention to her clit now, exposing it from its protective hood. He sucked hard on it and flicked his tongue over it really fast. He moved the hand on her stomach and reached for her heaving breast, trapping the nipple between his thumb and index finger, he pinched it gently in the same rhythm he was tormenting her clit. Then he heard her breathing stalling, just for a brief moment, one of the little things he picked up on that were a sign that she was about to lose control. Inserting a fourth finger, he stepped up the pace, he waited a bit, keeping her just on that blissful moment of release. Then he pinched her nipple real hard while he also nipped at her clit, hard enough for her to feel it intensely. Moving his fingers as deep as he could, he rocked them back and forth. He had to fight the hold she had on his hair again, she was trying to pull him away, but he didn't give up, he wanted her to cum. Then it was there, her pussy walls tightened up and milked his fingers, shallow breaths, her body shaking, her back lifted up in the throes of her passion. He released her nipple and went back to tenderly licking her clit and when he felt her settle down he gentled his strokes. "Ready for more?" he tenderly asked a shallow breathing Fran, never stopping his gentle strokes on her outer pussy lips. "More? I barely know who I am right now," she said with a contented smile on her face. "I'll show you who you are and you won't forget it," he stated. "Turn around, get on your hands and knees, sweetheart. Let me show you how I'll make love to you for the rest of our lives." "Rest of our lives, hé?" she countered him, her eyes sparkling. Slowly she turned around on her stomach, pulling up her knees and bracing herself on her elbows. "Honey, I've found you after all this time, not a chance in hell that I will let you go that easily. Remember my sweet, we mate for life and I've been longing for you for so long. It would tear me apart if you would push me away now. I love you too much to let that happen," he passionately confessed. He took in the beautiful view in front of him. Trailing his hand over her spine, he softly brushed her sides on his way down. When he went up again he followed her stomach and cupped one of her breasts. Only giving it a brief moment of attention he then moved in closer behind Fran, caressing her lovely bum. He could smell her excitement so clearly, so sweet and tempting. Nick spread her legs a little and let his hand slide in, cupping her wet pussy lips. He could feel her passion flare up at his touch, his cock twitching in anticipation of being buried deep inside of her. Grabbing his cock, he guided it to her pussy but he didn't enter her. Teasing her, and tormenting himself, he stroked her pussy with the tip of it, coating it in her sweet juices. "Nick, please, no more teasing, I want you in me, now!" she pleaded, pushing back at him. Stopping her torment, he guided in the tip of his cock, moaning at the warm and snug fit from her pussy. Pushing steadily he buried his hard flesh completely, enjoying the warmth of her cavity. He pulled back a little and forward again, keeping up the small strokes until he felt her starting to squirm under him. Nick's passion was rising as well and he could feel a familiar tingling in his groin, his balls tensing up. He could feel his knot starting to grow and he pushed in as far as he could. Keeping up the pressure, he heard Fran's breathing going up and her surprised gasp when she felt something larger trying to get access to her slippery passageway. "Just relax, honey, it will fit, no worries," he reassured her. Leaning back a little bit, he grabbed her hips and pulled her close to him. Keeping up the pressure he slowly rocked back and forth, bit by bit sliding his knot further into her moist core. Looking down he saw he was almost completely embedded and with one last push he slipped in the last bit. "Are you ok?" he asked, taking a breather himself, wanting to prolong the passionate moment. "I'm fine, that thing is huge but it feels so divine, it feels so full," she answered. Tentatively he started to rock again with small strokes, his movements limited by his knot. He bent over her again, his hand covering her stomach and pressing her tightly against himself. His other arm he placed just above her shoulder, next to her face, he basically had her pinned now. "Enjoy the ride, sweetie," he tenderly whispered in her ear before he lifted himself a little and started fucking her with short, hard strokes. Fran let out a startled gasp at first, unfamiliar with the things he was letting her feel, but after a few strokes she was relishing in the new sensations and started to buck against him, shivering every time he pushed in deep. She felt his hand traveling lower toward her clit and expertly rubbing in time with his thrusting. She could feel him starting to tense up, his thrust becoming harder, faster. She picked up on his feelings again and it felt as if they wrapped around her entire body, fueling her own passion even more. He was working her body with such abandon she had to lower and brace herself, accepting each hard stroke, but she was loving every second of it. Suddenly she felt him shift their position. Nick wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up as he sat back on his haunches, her legs spread open widely next to his. One arm locked itself around her waist, the other embraced her shoulders, holding her tight to him. She was completely helpless now, only able to receive his hard flesh, time after time. Because of the changed angle he put them in, he touched her sensitive spot in her pussy each time he pushed in. This was driving her mad with desire and had her balancing on the edge in a second. Nick felt Fran was getting close and he wasn't far behind. Dropping one hand towards her pussy again, he stroked her clit a few times, feeling her tremble in his arms. He gave it one gentle pinch and that proved to be her undoing and she shattered all over him, tensing up her muscles, she went rigid. Her inner walls were milking him and that was the last thing he could bear and he joined her in her blissful moment. He kept up his thrusting until she had milked him dry and he felt her relax only a little bit. Letting out a contented sigh, he nuzzled her neck, absorbing her sweet aroma. "Fran, sweetheart, that was so good, it felt like heaven," he whispered. "Hmmm, I never knew it could be so intense, think I can get used to that," she admitted. "It only gets better. But let's rest a bit first," he suggested, pushing against her, to let her feel he was still locked with her. "I'll need a bit of time before I can let you go." "Does it take long?" she wondered. "Depends on how good a girl you can be," he answered, holding back a laugh, "but let's get comfy first, staying like this won't do either of us any good." He then laid them down on their sides, Fran held tight against his lap and chest. "Though I have to admit, I don't mind staying locked like this for a while, you feel amazing around me, Fran," he confessed. "I have to agree, it does feel amazing," she agreed. She could feel every hard ridge on his knot that was still buried inside of her. It was a tight fit, but she had to admit it was the best feeling she ever had in her life. Knowing she could have this forever, eased her mind a bit, letting all other worries drift to the background a bit. Fran felt another wave of passion wash over her and she noticed that the knot inside her didn't really become smaller, so she pushed back a little. "Someone doesn't seem to agree to have a little rest, I think," she said. "Oh baby, with you near me I'll never get enough of you," he agreed. He turned them around, laying on his back, Fran sprawled over his front, still locked with him. Letting his hands travel over her breasts, he played a bit with her nipples, the sensations traveling straight towards her pussy. Gently he pushed her torso upwards. "Honey, when I lift myself a bit, make yourself a little bit more comfortable," he told her. She was sitting in his lap and was aware in this position they wouldn't be doing much. She saw Nick pulling up his legs and then lifting his pelvis, then she understood what he wanted her to do and she moved her legs around in a move that would make any acrobat proud. The end result was that Fran was straddling his groin now, able to brace herself on her arms, like a reverse cow-girl. Unused to this position, she could feel him twitching deep inside of her, his hands slowly roaming over her back. When they neared her hips he locked them there and started to move her, his groin moving in tandem with hers. "Ride me, baby," he whispered, "ride me hard, I need to feel you." She took over and started to move up and down as far as his knot allowed her to, with every downward thrust she made, she lingered a bit, making a circular movement, then lifting herself up again. Fran slipped one hand between their legs and gently cupped his balls, squeezing them one time, stroking them another time, each caress forcing passionate moans out of Nick's mouth. "Don't stop, Fran, damn I'm so close," he grunted. He braced himself on one arm, his other hand locking itself on Fran's shoulder and he took over their frantic lovemaking. Holding her still he started to thrust into her with small and hard moves, his balls still held tightly by Fran. Their combined passionate feelings made it hard for either of them to hold on much longer. Held tightly Fran could only let Nick have his way, but she loved every second of it. She loved how he could be so tender one moment and be ruthless and hard the next. Toying with his balls, she felt them tightening up, his strokes so hard he had them both moving up and down. "Mine!" he growled and with a fast turn he had her pinned underneath him again. Grabbing her hips he started pounding her hard again, forcing moan after moan out of Fran's mouth. "You're mine, all mine. Say it, Fran, tell me you're mine!" he instructed her. "I'm yours, Nick," she managed to say in between thrusts, "all yours. Don't stop, don't ever stop making me feel like this," she finally said when a second later her inner walls tensed up, gripping his hard flesh. Burying her face in the pillow below her she screamed through her orgasm. "That's it, sweetheart, let go, let me feel you cum all over me," he said, trying to last through her orgasm. He lasted only a little bit longer before he felt his seed coating her insides, their juices mixing together, blending together to form their unique aroma that wrapped around them both. Gently he laid them down in the same position they were in before, spooned closely together. He brushed her hair away and nuzzled her neck, mentally patting himself he didn't lose himself completely and bite her when he just came inside of her. He just hoped she wouldn't take too long to fully accept their mating, but her acceptance of his dominance just now was reassuring him, he will have her. Finally he was somewhat able to soothe the wolf in him and he felt the first signs of his knot reducing in size. A smile covered his lips when he noticed Fran was relaxing in his arms, he felt her heartbeat settling down and thump in a steady rhythm. She locked her arms over his and cuddled closer. "At this rate I'll sleep half a day, you wore me out," she whispered. "You rest, my sweet, I'm not letting you out of my sight yet, we're not done yet," he said with a mischievous grin on his face. The rest of that afternoon he showed and proved to her time after time how much he wanted her and not once did she back away. When the evening started to fall and the moon was high up in the sky they ended up in the shower again, leisurely washing each other, massaging their well used muscles. "If we keep this up, we're never going to get out of here," Fran gasped when she felt his hands sneaking between her legs again. "I can't help it, honey, I just can't get enough of you," came his husky reply. Leaning against the shower wall she opened her legs, making it easier for him to caress her wet folds. She was exhausted but she couldn't deny him, it just felt too good. It didn't matter if he was gentle like now or when his dominance was more clear. She knew she wanted to say something, but the second Nick had touched her, her brain melted, only able to feel his tender strokes, the small circles he was making around her clit. Within seconds he had her on the edge of yet another orgasm. Damn, that man can use his fingers, she thought while she grabbed his shoulders and buried her head in the crook of his neck. She knew the effect of his blood had worn off hours ago, but their continued intimacies of that morning and afternoon had made their bond stronger. Nuzzling his neck she breathed in his intoxicating scent, her tongue darting out to lick him. Urging him on she bucked against his fingers which had found her wet cavity and leisurely were exploring it, finding the little treasure inside and focusing on that little sensitive spot. Her senses were being overloaded, the passion feeding her needs. Still it felt as if something was missing. "Nick, I need more," she whimpered. Covering her mouth, Nick stopped her pleas. He had a faint idea of what she wanted, but he wasn't going to bond them, not yet. Ravishing her warm mouth, he fought an intense battle with her tongue. Feeling her release come closer by the second, he quickly pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his aching flesh and buried himself to the hilt in one swift move. Wrapping her legs around him, she was still amazed at how easy she could take him. Slowly he started to rock back and forth, pulling back until only his tip remained inside of her, then pushing all the way in. Turning them around he braced himself against the shower walls. "Ride me till you cum," he told her, while cupping her buttocks in his large hands, guiding her up and down his shaft. Locking her arms around his neck Fran instinctively did what he asked. Tensing up her legs and with a little help from Nick's squeezing hands she kept up a slow rhythm. Her head fell back, the warm water cascading over her breasts, seemingly presenting themselves to Nick. Looking at the luscious mounds in front of him, his gaze locked with her perky nipples. Water droplets were tempting him to suckle on the dark little nubbins. Bending his head to one side he licked and nipped one and repeated the same on the other one. He could feel the shivers traveling through her body when he did it, which made him continue doing the same over and over again. Her moves were getting more frantic and needy by the second. Nick's attention on her breast were driving her closer to her orgasm, she already felt the familiar twitch inside of her. Suddenly Nick nipped hard at one of her nipples, that one move proving to be her undoing. Instinctively she impaled herself, wrapping her legs real tight around him. Not wanting to scream out loud she bit down on his neck. "FRAN," Nick growled. The bite she gave him made him join her in her release. Lost to his surroundings he kept pumping inside of her, right through her orgasm until she fell completely limp in his arms. After one last thrust he spurted the last of his seed in her slick folds. Trying to catch his breath, he stretched out one hand trying to turn off the water, before he hugged Fran close to him and slid down the wall. She clung to him like a little monkey, unwilling to let him go. He removed a few wet strands of hair from her blushing face and tucked them behind her ears. She cuddled closer, resting her head on his shoulder again. "Fran, darling, I don't know what came over you, but this was intense. When you bit me-" he started telling her. "I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean to, you know, bite you," she softly tried to excuse herself. "No, honey, it's fine," he countered her apology. "Never be sorry for anything we do together. I loved it and look," tilting his head, "you didn't break any skin. I'll be fine," he reassured her. "I really don't know what came over me, I bit you before I even realized it," she tried to explain again. Giving her a light nudge, he motioned her to straighten up a little. Gently he cradled her face in his big palms, locking eyes. "Fran, I'll say it only once more, never be ashamed of doing something you want. I'm yours as you are mine and it's not uncommon for mates to bite each other in the heat of passion, we're reclaiming what is ours. I know we're not bonded yet, but that does not mean our souls aren't growing together, recognizing each other. You acted on instinct, one I very much liked. I may add and hope you will do again," he told her passionately then captured her lips in a kiss so sweet and light it made Fran shiver in delight. "Come, let us get out of the shower, before we turn into complete prunes," Nick said after releasing her cherry lips. "I'm not sure I can walk yet," she whispered. "Ok, ok, I get the message," he said laughingly. "I'll be your slave for five minutes longer and carry you to the bedroom, but that is it. If you want more I'll be asking for payment in kind. I'll promise you, we won't leave this room for a while longer then." Carefully he stood up and carried her to the bedroom, grabbing two of the larger towels he placed on the bathroom sink before they started the shower. He stood still before his bed, Fran still wrapped around him. "You can let go now," he told her. "I don't want to," she sulked. "How are we going to dry ourselves then and get dressed again?" he asked. "Dressed, for what?" she countered his question. "Well for going out, we need something to eat," he explained. "Can't we plunder the kitchen for food?" she whispered in the crook of his neck, "Then come back here?" "I know what you're trying to do, vixen," he chuckled, "but even though I can make a mean breakfast, I never cater for dinner. I always go to one of the pack's restaurants. It's a habit, but I like it, it helps staying in touch with the pack members and it reassures them that I'm around." "If you put it like that," she relented. Releasing the firm grip she had on his hips, she sought the floor with her feet and slowly let herself glide down his front, eliciting soft moans from Nick. Suddenly a minor detail struck her, Nick had ripped her thong not so long ago, she hadn't any underwear to put on, only her red dress. "Nick, I hope you plan on stopping by my place before we go get a bite to eat, right?" she asked. "What for? Your dress is still fine, I hung it up before, figuring you wouldn't want too many wrinkles in it," he replied. "The dress isn't the issue, but what I normally wear under it is. You ripped my panties, remember?" she told him feverishly. "Oh," was his one syllable reply. "Yes, oh. So would you mind driving by my place first before we go out again?" she asked again. "If you insist, sure, but don't on my account, I kinda like the idea of having easy access," he said, his brow moving up and down, mischief written all over his face. "Nick, seriously, is that the only thing you think about? How typically male of you!" she blurted out, turning around to the bed to grab one of the towels and set to drape it around her. Quickly he pinned her between him and the bed, bending her over slightly. "I didn't hear you complain yet about my typical male behavior, my little vixen, but if you must, we'll swing by your place before we go grab a bite to eat," he said in mock defeat. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 06 Reluctantly he released her and took the other towel. Eyeing her intensely he quickly dried himself and then helped her, though he had to dodge a few slaps because Fran was dead set on finishing that task on her own. She disappeared in the bathroom again to try and make her long hair look decent, on her way there she took her dress Nick had hung up before. "You better hurry up Nick," she teasingly said," It seems with only this dress I'll be ready in a few minutes and I'm actually rather hungry." "I'm hungry as well, sadly what I want on my plate isn't served in a restaurant," he tempted her. Walking towards his dresser he quickly gathered some clothes, black as usual. He was just lacing up his last boot when Fran entered the bedroom again. His footwear quickly forgotten he stared at her. He already had seen her in the dress and less, but she still looked stunning. Her hair was up in a bun, held together by one of his own strings he liked to use to tame his own locks. It showed the nice curve of her neck and he had to resist the urge to just grab her and start making love to her all over again. Shaking his head he tried to focus on his boot again and finished lacing it. Quickly he then made his way to the bathroom, a soft growl escaping his throat when he passed her and smelled her tempting aroma. That woman is gonna be the death of me someday! Placing his hands on the sink he took a few deep breaths trying to calm himself a little. Nick couldn't help it, but when she was near all he wanted to do was love her every way possible and after doing just that for the better part of the day didn't lessen that urgent feeling. Grabbing a comb he sorted his locks and tied them low in his neck before he exited the bathroom again. "Let's go," he abruptly said, "because if we don't leave right now, we're not going anywhere. You're too temping, sweetheart," he added in a more gentle tone. "And you're not?" she seductively said, one hand placed on her hip. Before she knew it he had her trapped against the wall and was devouring her lips, his tongue attacking hers. When he came up for air he cupped her face and looked right into her lust filled eyes. "You're this close," his thumb and index finger almost pressed together in front of her, "to being thrown on that bed again. So you better get your pretty ass moving, vixen," he whispered passionately then took a step back. Swiftly she escaped and made her way to the hallway, Nick close behind her. He grabbed a set of keys from one of the little side tables and opened his front door, holding out an arm motioning her to go first. They still had to pass the communal hallway of the house, but Fran saw three little pups blocking their way out. They were sitting next to each other, one was completely black, another had a beautiful rusty color but the third one just looked comical. The third pup had patches of different colors all over and it seemed like it was wearing white socks. "Let me guess," she said while looking at them curiously, "these are the infamous triplets?" She could see their tails waggling like mad, as if they were trying very hard not to jump her, their eyes focused on Nick, their Alpha. He gave them a little nod, knowing their departure would be postponed for at least fifteen minutes. "Brace yourself, honey, you're in for the cuddles of a lifetime," he warned her. Those words hadn't left his mouth for a second when all three leaped at her, fighting each other to get her attention. Dropping to her knees Fran tried to divide her attention but was soon convinced that was an impossible task. "Stop it!" she said firmly, startling the pups. "I don't mind cuddles, but not this way. Now come and sit here, you little rascals," patting the floor in front of her, "and I'll cuddle you all one by one," she added in a soft tone. "What are their names, Nick?" she asked. "I got a feeling I'll be seeing these more often so I might as well get them right." "The black one is Damon, the little redhead is Robin, she's a feisty one. Last one is William, but he answers to Bill. As I've told you, they're little daredevils. I'm surprised they actually listened to you," he admitted. Reaching out she gently patted Damon, who eagerly pushed against her hand for more. She did the same with Robin but when she moved towards Bill she couldn't resist the sincere puppy eye look he had on his face. Patting her lap he jumped on it with a graceful jump and started licking her cheeks. "Looks like you've been adopted, sweetheart," Nick chuckled, "there is no way I can let you go now." After a few more minutes she realized they had to make a move on and she gently placed Bill back on the floor next to his brother and sister. "Now behave you little rascals and maybe I'll come back to play," she told the triplets. Holding out his hand, Nick helped her get up again. Off you go now, you all had your fun now, back to mom and dad, he mentally told the pups. In a whirlwind of fur, whimpers and high pitched barks they stormed off to a slightly opened door and disappeared, leaving a calm silence behind. "They cute," Fran said. "You say that now, wait until you get to know them better, you ain't seen nothing yet. Those three," he shook his head, "we're gonna have our hands full with them," he spoke softly. He grabbed Fran's hand and led her outside. Enjoying the surroundings they made their way towards Nick's barn annex garage. Opening the doors he went inside to get the car after he had asked Fran to close the barn doors. Looking in the rear view mirror he watched as Fran closed the doors, turned and made her way to the car and sat in the passenger seat. "Let's go," she said, "I'm really starving now." "Straight to the restaurant?" he hopefully asked. "I'm not that hungry, so please, my flat first, then dinner," she told him firmly. Accepting his crushed hope, he made his way towards the main road and drove to her flat. Hope you have enjoyed the read. Don't hesitate to leave a comment or post some feedback and don't forget to vote. Untill the next chapter! Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 07 Here we are with chapter 7, hope you'll enjoy it as much as all the others. Many thanks to Jazcullen for proofreading and Asylumseeker for editing and the rest of the "guild" for your continuous support and encouragement. I am writing chapter 8 and it is nearly finished however my editor is taking a short holiday and won't be able to edit for a week or three. So I hope you all bare with me until he's able to get back on track once he gets back from his hopefully relaxing and well deserved holiday. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan Chapter Seven : Working Nine to Five. After Nick and Fran stopped at her flat so she could get a change of clothes they then drove into town. They weren't going anywhere fancy, just a place where they could get a good meal, some privacy and some time to talk. Fran felt like she was part of a dream. Three days and her world got turned upside down and much to her own surprise she didn't freak out once. And Nick? Fran looked at him while he was browsing the menu in front of him. He was a dream come true. Her cheeks blushed when her mind drifted back to the passionate moments they shared that day. The revelation that he was a werewolf and that myths and legend held more facts than tales astounded her. Nick had changed right in front of her, turning into a beautiful big black wolf. He had approached her slowly and had given her time to adjust, not wanting to frighten her. The more he revealed the more unreal it all seemed, but he explained a lot and had answered every question she asked. Fran knew she still needed to learn a lot more, however she couldn't ignore her feelings, especially not after the afternoon they had spend making love to each other every way possible. Suddenly Nick looked up at her and winked, as if he knew she was looking at him. The smile on his lips reached his eyes, the golden sparks in them proving he would rather be somewhere completely else then in a restaurant. Shaking her head, Fran tried to focus on the menu in front of her. "I give up, I have no clue what I want, so surprise me," she told Nick. "Why don't you pick something for me?" she added. Putting his own menu on the table, he looked at her. He liked her rosy cheeks, convinced her mind had been wandering to more interesting stuff than picking out a meal. He couldn't really blame her, he felt the same way. If it was up to him he'd drag her back to his bedroom and wouldn't leave for at least a week. "No worries, I'll get us something hearty to eat," he replied. "Have you given it any thought as to what you want to do after?" he then asked her. "Not really no, but I can't make it too late. I've got a job to go to in the morning and I definitely can't be late. It's my first day, so I'll have to do my best getting up to speed," she answered. "I remember you said something about celebrating a new job on Friday. Which firm are you going to work for then?" he asked with interest. "It's not really a firm, it's one of the biggest companies in town. I've been hired to be the new P.A. of the boss. I haven't met him yet, but his current P.A. hired me, she'll be helping for the first few days. She told me she was about to retire and wanted to make sure her replacement could cater to the boss' needs," she explained. That last remark had him at attention as his mind started filtering out details. "So who are you going to take care of then?" he pried. "Believe it or not I'm the new P.A. of Dominic Saint Ives – Whelan. He's not a public person, rarely seen going out," Fran said respectfully. Doing his best to hide a wide grin, he thanked Arabella, his retiring P.A., for her good choice. Pondering whether to come clean on the last detail he still had to tell her, he decided to wait until tomorrow. They would have an entire day to talk then and he didn't want to spoil the wonderful weekend they had spent together and he wanted the rest of the evening to be a relaxing one. "I'm sure you'll do a good job. But now dinner," he said, changing the subject. "I'm starving by now. Let's order," he continued while raising an arm to get the waiter's attention. The waiter greeted them respectfully and Nick quickly ordered some food and a nice carafe of wine to go along with it. Nick observed Fran's face and he could see a slight worry creeping over it. "Is everything ok?" he asked, concerned. "Yes, I'm fine," she said tentatively. "It's just that everything from the last few days seems so unreal. Think it's only just now really hitting me head on," she said, shaking her head lightly. "Do you regret anything that has happened?" "No, I wouldn't change a thing. That's just the point, everything is just perfect, you're perfect," she replied, the blush on her cheeks deepening even more. "Sweetie, I could say the same thing back. If it was up to me I'd whisk you away and lock you up in my room for eternity, that's how much I want you. I know things went pretty fast, especially for you, but I won't push for anything, I promise you that now. Fran, I told you I already gave up finding my mate, but meeting you, it shook me up as well," he reassured her. "It shook me as well," she chuckled lightly, "in more ways than I thought possible." "You don't think we're done experimenting, right? Because I know for certain I'm not done yet," he retorted, mischief written all over his face again. "I guess I have to be your willing victim then?" "Hmmm, willing? Definitely so. A victim? Rather not, I'd prefer you participating," he winked. The waiter approaching with their dinner stopped her from replying. Catching the aroma of the food made her realize again how hungry she was, at the same time remembering why she was so famished. Having had a small taste of what it would be like to pick up emotions and feelings when she had only a few drops of his blood in her system, she was pretty sure he picked up hers, noticing the amused look on his face when she looked at him. Thanking the waiter, they both started to eat, only passing heated looks at each other. The constant innuendo had Fran close to the point that she almost didn't care where they were. His heated eyes had her writhing in her chair and the knowing look he gave her wasn't helping much either. By the end of their meal she was just about to drag him away and have her way with him. The heated looks she was receiving from Nick were only adding oil to the fire that was already burning inside of her. She honestly had thought that after a whole day their lust would be sated, but the butterflies in her stomach said otherwise, as did the golden speckles in Nick's eyes. "Do you want dessert?" Nick asked, knowing very well she would decline the offer. "No, not really, I had enough, not a hole left I can fill," she responded while absentmindedly rubbing her stomach. "Are you sure about that?" he asked. A blush crept on her face again, understanding very well what he meant with his question. "Nick, will you cut it out already," she replied heatedly. "There are more things to do than roll around like two horny teenagers!" Knowing she was contradicting herself, it was what she would prefer to be doing right now and the look on Nick's face said exactly the same. "Besides, I have a job to go to in the morning and I really do need some sleep," she added firmly. "Ok, ok, you win, but only if you agree to meet up after work again," he spoke back, even though he already knew he would see her sooner. "That can be arranged," she replied. Nick took care of the restaurant bill and escorted Fran back to his car. While they were driving back to her place, Nick held her hand the entire time. Teasingly he brushed his thumb over the soft inside of her wrist and the palm of her hand. Each sweet caress was sending shivers up her spine and the butterflies in her tummy were performing a rapid dance as well. Stopping in front of her flat, Nick turned towards her, passion filled eyes roaming over her face, down to her heaving breasts and her skirt that rode dangerously high on her thighs. He could smell her arousal, he also knew if he pushed just a little he could be going up to her flat and have her again, and again, and again. Holding back a sigh he cupped her face and drew her nearer for a breathtaking kiss. Nipping her lips gently he asked for entry, which she gladly gave. The moans she made had him losing a bit of his herculean self control and before he knew it he'd grabbed her waist and had her sitting on his lap, his arms tightly holding her. Their kiss became more feverish, only once in a while breaking contact to take in air and continue the kissing. Fran could feel the bulge growing against her thigh and longed to touch it. Reaching down she tried to unbuckle his belt but it proved difficult to get her hand between them. She tried to get some space between them but Nick wouldn't budge. He held her head gently but firmly, slightly tilted to one side to give him better access to her inviting mouth, and kept dueling with her tongue. His other hand was trailing up her leg, disappearing under her skirt, making his way up her buttocks. Stroking the soft flesh, he pressed her even closer, tormenting himself. His pants were getting uncomfortable with his straining erection demanding release. He felt Fran giving a little push and he gave in. He felt her fumbling with his belt and not much after she was pulling down his zipper. He let out a relieved sigh when she gently put her hand around his cock, releasing it from its confinements. Slowly she moved her hand, feeling every little bit of his hard flesh. Breaking their kiss he leaned back in his seat, catching her eyes. She wasn't looking at him but her gaze was upon her own hand that skillfully was playing with his arousal. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart," he managed to say, biting back another groan when her hand dipped deeper and cupped his balls. "Oh but I like hot fire, don't you?" she teasingly countered him. She wanted to move back to her own seat which would make it easier for her to taste him, but was stopped by a pair of hands that grabbed her waist again. "No, no, you vixen, if we do anything, you'll be staying right here where you are. I want to be inside of you when I cum and I don't want to be alone when I do, I want you to cum with me," he said while he repositioned her on his lap so she was now straddling him. While she kept paying attention to his warm, hard flesh, she could feel him sneaking his hand between them. He followed the outsides of her panties until he reached her warm, quivering heat, then one finger slipped underneath it and entered her wet pussy. Gently a second and third finger joined the first and quickly stepped up the pace. Even though he would have preferred to have more time, he realized they weren't exactly in a private place and they could get caught any minute. His thumb brushed her clit and he could feel her trembling with need. He moved faster, the excitement of the moment and her firm attentions on his cock and balls fueling his own passion. Grasping her waist he motioned her to sit up just a little. Covering her hand with his own he guided his member between her legs. Fran quickly understood what he wanted, let loose of his cock and pushed the thin fabric of her panties to the side so he could enter her without much trouble. Feeling the top of his cock stroking her clit, she trembled again in anticipation of what was coming. When she felt his cock lined up with her dripping pussy she lowered herself on the hard shaft. Every time he was inside of her it felt like the first time, even this time. Buried deep inside of her Nick ushered her to move, the confinements of the car restricting his own movements. Leisurely she started rocking back and forth in small motions. Her clit was making contact with his pubic bone every time she pushed down. Looking at Nick's face she could see he was as close to his release as she was. Lowering her head she captured his lips in a hot, wet kiss. She felt one of his hands slip between them, stroking her clit. That single move had her squirming excitedly while her inner walls clamped down on his hard member. She could hear the rumble in his chest when he pushed up and lost himself in her at the same time. After a few more thrusts his arms slipped around her and hugged her tenderly. "You're going to be the death of me one day," he managed to say, nuzzling her neck. "It'll be one hell of a way to go though, won't you agree?" she whispered in his ear. "Oh I agree, I'm not complaining," he grinned. Swiftly looking around her Fran was glad they weren't caught. She couldn't believe they just had a quickie in his car, in front of her flat no less. Anybody could have seen them, oddly enough that fact acted like an extra stimulant in their coupling. "Nick?" she asked. "You're going to have to let me go now, I can't stay like this forever." "Hmmm, you're sitting just right," he answered. "But you're right, you got work tomorrow, so I'll be nice and let you go." Reluctantly he released her and let her crawl back to the passenger seat. They both straightened their clothes and apart from some blushing cheeks and heated looks none would suspect they just had a good old romp in the car. "Let's get out, I'll walk you to your door," Nick told Fran after they were done making themselves presentable again. "Just to the door down here because if I go up with you I'm afraid I won't be leaving and trust me, you will be late for work then," he added. "Nick! You're insatiable," she said in mock disbelief. "I haven't heard you complain yet, so I must be doing something right, aren't I?" he teased. Gracefully he got out of the car and was around it in a few steps to open her side. Holding out his hand he helped her step out, closing the door behind her. Not letting go of her hand he slowly led her to the entrance of her building. Once there he turned her towards him and he tenderly held her face, leaned down and ever so lightly kissed her. Fran wasn't having any of it and buried her hands in his hair and took control over the kiss. The sudden sound of someone clearing her throat made them snap out of their own little world. Looking up they saw Lis standing in the doorway. A blush crept over Fran's face. Nick just hugged her even closer. "It seems some are having a good time," Lis said, a wide smile plastered on her face. Fran hid her face against Nick's chest. Right now all she wanted to do was go to bed, not talk to Lis knowing her friend wouldn't back down until she knew all the nitty gritty of her weekend. She would have to leave out some pretty important facts and she realized it was another point she had to ask Nick about later. "We've been out and about, we're just back from dinner and I was only dropping her off, she's starting her new job tomorrow and wanted an early night," Nick said, saving her from having to talk to Lis right away, giving her a few more seconds to get her wits about her. "That's right," she agreed with Nick. "I want to make a good impression tomorrow and honestly, after two days of going out late, I'm up for some well deserved sleep," she added. "You never were one to go out late and I'm sure Nick was quite helpful keeping you awake," Lis said, granting her a dirty look from Fran and a loud chuckle from Nick. "I won't disagree, but I do want some sleep now. What do you say we get together with the others Tuesday after work?" she asked Lis. "That would be wonderful. I'm curious as to what Mia has been up to, she disappeared together with Chris not long after you guys left and I haven't heard from her yet, she even missed our Sunday brunch," Lis answered. "We'll hear from her soon enough, she can take care of herself. And if we don't we can always ask Nick to track down his brother," she stated. "Just let me know, if you haven't heard from her by tomorrow evening then I'll check with Chris," he agreed with Fran. "But ladies, I think someone here wanted an early night. You're not going to get that if we stay here at the entrance," he then said to Fran, gently ushering her towards the door. "Ok, ok, I get the message. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone to say goodbye. I'll see you on Tuesday then at our usual place," Lis said while she went down the stairs. Once she had passed Nick she motioned to Fran to call her and wiggled her eyebrows, making it clear she wanted all the gossip. "Goodbye Lis," Nick and Fran said at the same time. "Come, let's get you inside, then I'll go home too," Nick then told Fran. "I don't need as much sleep as you but I got an early morning as well at the company." "I had a wonderful time, Nick," she spoke softly. "I wish it didn't have to end but we have responsibilities and jobs to think about. Just to be clear about one thing, I won't tell anyone about what you are." "I'd appreciate that, but you didn't have to tell me that, I already knew that you wouldn't, I trust you. You're my mate remember, we'll take things how they come. Right now you need your bed, so come on. We'll talk more tomorrows, I'll answer more questions then if needed," he told in a soft tone. "Yeah, I got a few but they can wait. I'll see you tomorrow after work. You want to come here or meet somewhere else?" she asked. "If you want to go out, we can, or if you prefer to stay in, I'll come over. You can let me know tomorrows," he answered. "Ok, I'll let you know then." Hugging her closely he dipped his head capturing her lips in a breathtaking kiss. Reluctantly he let her go, knowing that if he kissed her again she would lose her much wanted sleep. Turning her around he couldn't resist giving her a tender swat on her bum when she went inside. "Goodnight, my love, dream sweet dreams," he told her, then he slowly turned and went back to his car and drove home as well. *** Glad she didn't live that far from her new job, she had put on some easy pumps to match her working attire. It was a tailored jacket, hugging her curves, with underneath a plain white blouse and a nice fitting skirt which ended just above her knees. In front of the SIW Inc building she gave herself a quick once over before she entered. She signed herself in at the front desk, then made her way up to the top floor. Fran was told to meet with Arabella, his current P.A., and she would get her settled in. At the top floor she found only three doors, one had 'Conference Room' and the middle one had 'Personal Assistant' written on them. The last door just had 'Director' on it. The foyer was neatly decorated in a minimalistic style, tiny flower bouquets spread evenly over five small coffee tables. Fran went up to the middle door, knocked, then waited politely until she got an answer. A tiny middle aged woman opened the door, short curly grey hair, a long skirt which almost touched the ground and a neatly buttoned up shirt which seemed to stem out of the olden schooldays. Smiling to herself that was exactly what the tiny lady looked like, an old school teacher. "Right on time, I assume you're Francesca Ontario?" the woman asked. "Yes, that's me. I was told to meet Arabella and she would be helping me get started," Fran replied politely. "I'm Arabella. Come in and we'll get you started. I'll be helping you for two weeks then you're on your own, then I'll retire," she explained, gesturing at the same time to Fran to follow her to the twin desks in the middle of the spacious office. "Dominic is already in his office he'll meet us in a few moments, then he'll get you up to date with current affairs," Arabella added. Arabella went on explaining what their day to day work entailed, when there was a short knock on the door and someone entered. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 07 "I'll take it from here, Arabella," a very familiar voice said behind her. Turning around Fran saw Nick standing in the doorway, not sure what to make of this. "Nick, what are you doing here?" she asked, surprise written all over her face. She looked back and forth between Nick and Arabella and she could see those two knew each other. "I work here and as Arabella probably already told you, you were to meet the boss so he could get you up to date. Well, here I am," he answered, biting back a chuckle when he saw the surprise on her face. "You're joking right?" she retorted, still in disbelief. "Trust me, sweetie, I'm not joking. Let's go to my office, then we'll talk, ok?" he said, reaching out his hand. "Arabella, cancel everything for today and after that you can take the rest of the day off," he then told his retiring P.A. who was now looking at them surprisingly. Taking Fran's hand he led her to his office. His desk was at one end of the large room but on the other side he had some comfortable seats. Standing in front of them he turned Fran towards him. "First of all let me apologize. I know I should have told you yesterday but I thought I already gave you enough surprises that day. I hope you can agree just a little bit," he pleaded. "I don't know, Nick, or should I call you Dominic from now on?" she retorted. "You trust me enough to tell me you're a wolf, but not enough to let me know you're THE elusive Dominic everybody is hoping to get some gossip about?" "I know and you're right, I probably should have told but in my defense, there was a part of me who didn't care about that little detail, I found my mate. That happening kinda blew away the few working brain cells I had left. I knew yesterday I had to tell you at one point, but I wanted you to know me for who I really am, not for the mysterious philanthropist they're all making me out to be. I told you yesterday, I love you, nothing will ever change that. If needed I'll say it every minute just to convince you. I. Love. You." "I know you do. I'm just wondering what other surprises you have in store for me, that's all," she said hesitantly. "That's it, you know everything now. You know what I am and who I am. You also know I'm completely yours, now and forever. I want you by my side, none will complete me as you do. For me there is only you," he said passionately. He turned them around to the couch and sat down. Tugging lightly at Fran's hand she sat down beside him. She didn't say anything, just stared in front of her. "Can we get out of here? Maybe some air will do me some good," she asked. "Of course, come on, anywhere particular you want to go to?" he returned the question. "The lake, I want to go to the lake," she answered. Getting up they made their way out of the building. Some people looked at them, wondering a bit as to why the new girl and the boss were going away. They were even more surprised when some saw their hands were intertwined. The werewolves on the working floor quickly sniffed the air, it got them even more puzzled, the woman with their Alpha was a human, but she had his scent all over her. The few male werewolves exchanged some surprised looks, this didn't bode well for the single pack females then if this woman turned out to be his mate. Smoothly Nick guided them out of the city and drove to the estate. Passing the main entrance he took the dirt road he used the first time they had been at the lake. Stopping at the exact same spot, he shut down the engine and waited anxiously to see what Fran was going to do. "Let's go for a walk," he suggested after a while. Silently she got out of the car and waited until he walked around it. When he stood next to her she grabbed his hand. Her mind had been working overtime since his last revelation. In the end it didn't change her feeling at all, just the opposite, it made them even stronger. Knowing how little was known about the elusive Dominic Saint Ives – Whelan, she felt privileged to know and very special because he shared himself completely. Well almost completely, and that was just why she wanted to come here. The place calmed her, felt like home. Nick walked next to her, leading her towards the edge of the dense forest that looked out over the lake. He stopped and took off his jacket, placing it on the ground so Fran could sit. Sitting behind her, he had her trapped between his legs, her back resting against his chest. Neither had said much since they had left the office. He tugged at her hair ribbon. Even though he liked that it uncovered her gracious neck, he preferred her hair loosely draped over her shoulders so he could run his hands through it. Brushing her loose locks aside he kissed her neck, traveling to her ear and sucked on her earlobe. He could tell she was liking it, because her head tipped to the side, giving him more access. The view in front of him was pure temptation. Even though she had dressed for work she still managed to show some cleavage and sitting behind her now gave him a good look at her chest. Bringing one hand down her chest, he first followed the outline of her shirt. Slowly he undid a few buttons and his hand disappeared in her half opened blouse. A single finger traveled over her heaving breast, he felt her nipples stiffening up. Through the thin lace of her bra he gently took it between his thumb and index finger and rolled it tenderly, forcing passionate moans out of Fran's mouth. His other hand joined in the teasing and gave her other hard nipple the same attention. He could smell her sweet arousal and he was pretty sure she felt how it affected him. His trousers were straining to hold back his hard flesh that was begging to be released and played with. "Can you feel it?" he asked. "Can you feel how desperately I want you?" Turning her head towards him, she saw the love and adoration written on his face, passion filled his eyes when they roamed over her body. It was at that moment she made up her mind, she was done fighting her realistic side. She wanted this man and everything he had to offer. Whatever came their way they would deal with it at that time, but right now she wanted Nick, all of him, man and beast. She didn't reply, she felt his manhood poking at her back. Looking up at him, she brought him to her, one arm tangled around his neck, and kissed him. He let her have control initially but his desire was slowly getting the better of him. Withdrawing his hands from her blouse, he grabbed her waist and turned her around, placing her on his lap. He felt her hands stroking through his hair, undoing it just as he had done with hers. She stopped him when he wanted to kiss her again. "Close your eyes, my sweet, it's my turn now," she softly whispered in his ear before she nipped it lightly. Slowly he closed them, he felt her repositioning herself so she was now straddling his lap. He could feel the warmth coming from her hot center that was now pressed intimately against his groin. Unable to control himself he pushed up, wanting to feel her on him. "Patience, dear, we'll get there," she whispered again. Then there followed a light trail of kisses over his face. Fran heard the rumble in his chest, his clear sign he was liking what she was doing. Sitting up she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his trousers. Licking her lips, she was in awe at the muscular chest she revealed. Stroking his torso she didn't leave a spot untouched. She saw him pulling in his stomach when her hands traveled south towards his pants. He grunted, displeased when she didn't continue but moved her hands upwards again. She wanted skin on skin and was glad he had undone most of her buttons before so. In a swift move she pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it behind her. Her bra quickly followed and with a contend sigh she embraced him again. Her hard nipples scraped over his hard muscled chest. "This feels so good," she spoke softly. "Sweetheart, you're tormenting me. Let me see you, please? I want to feel you, taste you," he pleaded. She silenced him when she passionately slanted her lips over his. Grabbing his hands Fran placed them on her breasts knowing she was going to enjoy everything he was going to do to her. Their emotions went into overdrive. Nick couldn't hold back anymore after he felt her soft flesh in his hands. In a matter of seconds he had her under him, her legs around his waist. He took over their kiss and put his very being in that passionate moment. He pushed against her as if he was moving inside of her, even though both were still clothed from their waist down. When he felt his lungs fighting for air, he started exploring the rest of her luscious body. Being here in the forest gave it an ethereal look. It almost seemed as if she belonged here. Traveling down he captured one of her hard little nubbins in his mouth and suckled tenderly at it while he pinched the other one. Sitting up he then cupped both heaving mounds and squeezed them, trapping her nipples between his fingers. Her hands covered his and she pulled at her exposed little peaks, elevating her own arousal even more. "I want more, Nick, I want it all," she spoke, stressing that last word. "Make me yours," she added looking him straight in the eyes, very clear what she meant with her pleas. "Are you sure? Out here?" he asked in surprise. He couldn't believe it, he was so close to getting what he wanted most, his mate. "I am and right here feels perfect, this place feels like home. I want you, Nick, now!" she firmly answered. "I'll be gentle, I promise. Remember I have to shift when I bite you, I mean completely shift, but trust my wolf, he wants you as bad as I do," he reassured her. "It's ok, love, I know. I trust you both not to hurt me," she said. Cupping her face he tenderly placed kisses all over it, when he moved to her neck he inhaled her intoxicating smell. His wolf was howling in appreciation, urging him to move faster, he wanted his mate. Nick had to fight back his wolf for a few seconds. This moment was too important for him to let his wolf just take over. There would be more and other opportunities in the future he could have his way, but not now. Seated on his knees he undid the rest of Fran's clothes, her feminine scent enveloped his senses. Bending down, he took one long, thorough lick over her pussy, stopping right above her clit. His tongue whirled around, prying it from its protective hood. When he felt the little hard nub appearing he sucked on it real hard, causing Fran to buck against his mouth. He kept up his ravishing torment on her clit, one hand sneaking closer so he could insert a few fingers. Slowly he was pumping his fingers inside of her wet cavity, in tune with the sensuous assault on her clit. Nick felt her getting closer to her release, but he wanted to be inside her when she came, his patience had finally worn out. Quickly he he got up, almost tore off his pants, relieved his cock finally had some space. Giving it a quick stroke he noticed Fran's gaze on him. She obviously liked what he just did, so he did it again, slowly moving his hand over his hard flesh, with his thumb he smeared the droplet of pre cum over the head of his hard flesh. Licking her lips, Fran wished she could take him in her mouth right there and got on her knees to do just that. When she reached out, Nick stopped her. "Not now, love, I won't last long if you put that pretty mouth of yours on me. I need to be inside you. Turn around," he explained in a passion filled tone, "and get on your hands and knees. That's the most comfortable position for me to make you mine, love." Doing what he asked, she then looked over her shoulder. She could see the now familiar golden brown specs in his eyes, which she now knew meant his wolf was close to the surface. He knelt behind her, his hands traveling over her back, down to her butt which he gave a firm, approving squeeze. His hand dipped between her silky folds, making sure she was ready to have him. Before his hand completely abandoned her wet pussy, his fingers swiftly touched her clit, whirling around it a few times. The way she bucked against his fingers, he knew she was as close as him. Grabbing his hard flesh, he lined it up with her wet pussy lips and slowly he pushed himself all the way inside of her. Closing his eyes, he stayed perfectly still, taking in the glorious feeling, knowing that after today she'd be his and his alone forever. Moving one hand over her stomach, he placed his other hand next to her arm. Nuzzling her neck, he slowly started to move inside her. He could feel her pussy muscles already contracting with her impending orgasm which urged him and his wolf to move even faster. "I need to shift baby, I can't hold back anymore, remember trust us, we won't ever hurt you," he whispered softly before he brushed her hair aside, baring her shoulder to him. "I know you'll never hurt me, just take me Nick, make me yours now," she assured him. Her approval was the last straw and his wolf came out. Fran gasped when she felt the fur against her back. The hard flesh inside of her had grown as well and she had to relax to accommodate him. Nick's wolf stood over her, he sniffed her neck and gave a few soothing licks on the spot where in a few moments he would mark his mate. Feeling his knot start to grow, he gently started rocking his hips against hers, wanting his knot buried deep inside of her. A soft growl was emanating from his chest as his release came closer and closer. Once his knot was embedded inside of her he could feel her inner muscles starting to spasm around him and he knew she was close to the edge as well. Thrusting faster and faster, he lowered his muzzle to her neck and gave her a few soothing licks again, a silent warning that he was about to mark and change her. He felt her hands sneak around his front paws and hold on tightly. Suddenly she bucked up against him, her orgasm hitting her by surprise. Her contracting inner walls were the last encouragement he needed to have his own release and his first spurt of semen hit her walls. After that he bit down hard, breaking the tender skin of her neck, claiming what was his. She let out a soft scream, the initial bite stung and caught her off guard while she was still riding the high of her intense moment. Fran felt him release her neck and tenderly lick at the puncture marks he made, closing them up and preventing them from getting infected. Looking closely he could see four tiny marks left behind. He kept moving inside of her until he was completely sated and satisfied. Still locked together, Nick's wolf gently forced Fran to lie down. Before she even touched the ground Nick had shifted back to his human form and cradled the spent body of his mate in his arms and turned them on their sides. Thank you, my love, Fran heard in her mind. She tried to turn around to look at Nick, but he stopped her. Shh, it's ok. Just relax, dear. It's our mental connection. It's the first part of your change. As mates we'll always be able to communicate this way and sense each other, Nick mentally spoke to her again. Oh my, how is this going to work? Do I have to do something special for me to talk to him? she pondered. You don't have to do anything, just think what you normally would say, Nick "told" her again. So we'll always know what the other is thinking. Won't that get a bit crowded after a while? she asked. It's only like this between you and me, but you'll learn to block your thoughts after a while. Though you'll come to find having complete access to each other at all times has its perks, he replied. Oh, like what? Suddenly images of her on top of Nick entered her mind. He was lying flat on the ground and she could clearly see what the Nick and Fran in her mind were doing. "You're not planning on doing that the whole time I hope," she spoke out loud. She could feel Nick holding back his laughter, but she also felt the passion emanating from his body. "I won't, but as you know now we can do more than just 'speak' with our mind, we can send images as well," he explained. "But get some rest now, you need to connect with your wolf now, and then we have to finish our mating. Just close your eyes for a bit and she'll come to you soon enough, trust her." Feeling that his knot had shrunk enough, he slowly pulled it out of her moist pussy. Carefully he turned her around and then lay flat on his back. Reaching out he grabbed his jacket and covered Fran with it. Suspecting she would need a little time adjusting to being naked, she appreciated being partly covered up now. He desperately wanted to take a peek in her mind, but knowing she would already have loads of work sorting out her own thoughts, let alone his along with it, he blocked off his mind. Her eyes slowly shut themselves and it didn't take long for her to drift off to a light sleep. Holding her close in his arms he felt content, he couldn't be happier. He was at the place he loved most, with the woman he desired and who completed him. If it wasn't for her being asleep right now he would've howled in pure delight at his newfound happiness. He was aware there were many things they would have to care of, one being where they were going to live. Another being the reaction of the pack's single females, they'd need some adjusting as well, but he had faith in his Fran. He made a mental note to tell Arabella she'd be searching for a new personal assistant. He smiled widely when he took in her surprise look when he gave her the rest of the day off and walked out, dragging Fran behind him. Another issue settled in his mind. He wanted to meet her family and he knew how close she was to her parents, he wanted to show them, prove to them, how serious he was with their daughter. Closing his eyes as well he let the events of the past few days pass by. He considered himself very lucky. He felt Fran stir next to him. He held her close, his hand stroking her hair. Bracing herself on his chest, she sat up straight. When he looked into her eyes it was clear she had connected with her wolf, there were small golden specs swimming in her dark, passion filled eyes. "Hello, sleepyhead," he teased. He didn't say much more. Shaking her shoulder, she got rid of the jacket he had covered her with and in a fluid movement Fran straddled him. His cock twitched when he felt her warm flesh pressed against him. Slowly she rocked back and forth, coating his growing member with her delicious honey. Mine! he heard Fran say in his mind. I'm yours, honey, no doubt about that. Let your wolf guide you, she knows what to do, he replied. She doesn't want to wait, Nick, she wants you now. Then take me and make me yours. That was all the incentive she needed. Lifting herself on her knees, she reached between them, grabbing his rigid member and lined it up with her wet pussy. Lowering herself, she pressed down until he was totally inside of her. Her wolf wasn't in the most patient state right now and desperately wanted to mark her mate. She fought against her at first, wanting to enjoy riding on his hard flesh, feeling his hot member brushing against her inner walls over and over again. It was crystal clear she was fighting a lost battle. With every downward push she felt him going deeper, and she pushed harder when she felt his knot growing. Feeling himself slip completely inside, he could see the struggle on her face, he felt her wolf's desire to mark him. Reaching between them he firmly stroked her clit a few times until he felt her contracting around him. A second later he joined her. Trust your wolf, Fran, she knows what to do, he helped her. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 07 Looking down on him he saw her wolf had taken over, her eyes completely golden now and filled with love. He managed to tilt his head, baring his shoulder to her. Mine! she said, before she bent down and bit him with her appearing canines, her wolf finally claiming what was hers. She heard him grunt and moan while she had him trapped like that. Fran felt his arms sneak around her and hold her tightly while he started to thrust up against her. It was like his first orgasm hadn't happened and he started all over. She released his neck and licked the wounds just as he had done with her, leaving a somewhat similar set of four tiny puncture marks. Her tongue explored her teeth and she felt the canines disappear. Her wolf retreated as well, content with having claimed her mate. Steadying herself on her hands, she examined Nick's face. He had his eyes closed, his head was thrown back and he was biting his lip. She noticed the tiny marks she had left and felt the need to soothe him, so she bent down and placed little kisses on them. The marks, still tender and new, were very sensitive and Nick's eyes shot open when he felt her gentle caresses. One hand traveled to her neck and he forced her lips to his, frantically devouring her lips and battling her tongue. You better leave those marks alone for a while, unless you want my wolf again, he said while ravaging her sweet mouth. Quickly he turned them over, trapping her beneath him. Sitting up he put her legs over his arms and lifted her slightly, knowing he didn't have much room to maneuver since he was still locked to her. He loved this position, he could see all of her and how deep he was buried in her. Lovingly he caressed her upper thighs, then he lifted his arms a bit more, bringing up her legs even more. He licked her calves and felt the shivers going through her body. He brought one leg over, placing it next to her other leg, holding them both to his shoulder. His freed hand was now stroking her stomach, traveling towards the valley of her sweet thighs. His thumb dipped between her wet folds, finding the little hidden treasure. He teased it while he kept up a steady pace of shallow strokes in her pussy. Knowing neither of them needed much more to visit paradise again, he pushed in harder, racing towards his release. Her moans were like little drops of oil on the passionate fire that burned inside him. Then he felt her tighten up around his hard shaft and he had to work hard to keep her in place while she rode the waves of her released pleasure, but after one last push he joined her, releasing his seed in her. After a few minutes their breathing went back to normal. Slowly he let her legs fall open around him again and bent down, capturing her lips in a smothering kiss. Throwing her arms around his neck she gladly returned the kiss. We better stop for a bit or else I'm never getting out, you vixen, Fran heard in her mind. You kissed me, I only went along, she told him. Breaking their kiss, Nick looked at her, the love and contentment he was feeling, crystal clear on his face. "Just give me a few moments. We'll go to my place in a bit, then we'll have the rest of the day to get you settled. If you have more questions, do ask them. Everything will be fine, but you need a bit more time to get used to your wolf, sweetie," he spoke out loud, diverting his attention from the warm flesh he was still buried in. Some intimate moments later, Nick gently pulled out. After getting dressed, they made their way back to his car and he drove them to the estate. When they arrived there was some noticeable activity, mostly some females lingering around the main house. Fran could hear Nick holding back a growl, a soft rumbling in his chest. I'm assuming those are the pack's single females? she asked. They are. I just wish they had waited a bit longer. Today is already filled with more than enough emotions between the two of us, I didn't want them meddling in them as well, he replied. Are you ok with meeting some of them? It's ok, I'd meet them sometime anyway, might as well be now. Alright, just one thing, if one of them tries to challenge you, don't respond, they know better than to challenge a newly turned wolf, they know you can't fully shift until the next full moon and then they have to wait another two weeks, so you get accustomed to shifting and your wolf. If one dares to do so, I'll handle it, ok? That's a deal, let's get this show on the road, she replied. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 08A Yup, this is it, the first part of the final chapter. It's a long one so I decided to split it up in two parts for easy reading. I have submitted them at the same time so fingers crossed they'll go live at the same time. Many thanks go towards Jazcullen and The Guild, if it wasn't for them you may had to wait a bit longer for the big finale. Last but certainly not least, a big thank you goes to Asylumseeker for all the time he's put in for being an awesome editor. I will be taking a short break from writing and enjoy a bit of my vacation with the husband and kids. However I already started on the next story, so you see, I am working on it. If you want to be more up to date with what I'm doing, I've created a Yahoo group, you're free to join and have a good time there. You'll be kept updated with how the writing is going and you'll get notified on new chapters that have been submitted. But without further ado, have a nice read and I hope you all enjoyed reading the story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Comments, feedback and voting are more then welcome. Greetings Mokkelke. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan Chapter Eight : Settling in. Alright, just one thing, if one of them tries to challenge you, don't respond, they know better than to challenge a newly turned wolf, they know you can't fully shift until the next full moon and then they have to wait another two weeks, so you get accustomed to shifting and your wolf. If one dares to do so, I'll handle it, ok? That's a deal, let's get this show on the road, she replied. Fran squeezed his hand reassuringly, letting him know she'd be fine. She got out of the car and waited until Nick was with her again. She noticed quite a few people around the main house, a lot more than she had seen on her two previous visits here. On the porch there was a small group talking amongst themselves, each one of them trying to look her over when they thought she wasn't looking. She gave each one a polite smile, but something inside her told her not to look away, to wait until the other person did just that. Fran smiled inwardly, it was probably her wolf that knew her mate was an Alpha and that she had to act like an Alpha's mate and show no submissive behavior. You know I gave Arabella the day off and that we would be back tomorrow at work, but what about we take the rest of the week off. Then I can introduce you to the pack and they can get to know you? I'm sure your boss would understand if you start a week later, Nick mentally told her. It will calm most of them and if we throw them a little party it's a nice opportunity to all get acquainted in a relaxed setting? That would be a nice thing to do, Fran replied agreeably. Squeezing her hand this time, Nick turned around so he was facing most of the people around them. With a crystal clear voice he announced for all to hear: "You are right in assuming this lovely lady at my side is my mate. Her name is Francesca Ontario, and yes she's newly turned as well, your senses aren't fooling you. Now I know all of you will want to introduce yourselves and you'll get that opportunity tomorrow. We will be hosting a little party in the afternoon and the whole pack is welcome to join us. I can trust you all to let your family know and we'll be expecting you all around one o'clock." A murmur was heard from the several little groups that had found their way towards the mansion. Most of them looked their way, respectfully nodded and then turned around, going back to whatever it was they were doing before they came here. Only a few females remained and it was getting clear they were some of the singles that remained in the pack. Fran could feel the curiosity emanating from most of them, there was only just one that didn't seem curious, but she was raging with anger. As if the woman felt Fran's gaze on her, she turned around and looked at her, rage visible in her eyes. Nick felt the shiver going through Fran and he searched for what it was that had his mate on edge so suddenly. His eyes falling upon the tall blond woman, a low rumbling started in his chest. That woman was trouble with a capital t and things weren't looking that good when the woman started to saunter in their direction. Hips swaying seductively from side to side, her hair loosely over her shoulders, her clothes barely covered any of her curves. She's trouble, Fran. I hoped she wouldn't be here, last I heard she was out of the country, she must have gotten back today. Whatever she says, don't let her lure you into a verbal fight unless you are a hundred percent sure you can corner her. If not, then stay silent and just keep looking at her. Whether she likes it or not, she has to show you respect, he told her while he put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. I'll be the smart one today and let you do the talking, I'm afraid I'll say things I may regret later on and that is not how I want to start here. If she wants to cause trouble that is her choice, not mine. And if she thinks I'm weak by letting you do the talking she'll have another think coming later on, Fran replied firmly, her eyes never leaving the approaching blond woman. Stopping in front of them, the blond woman eyed her up, raised a brow and looked defiantly at her. It was clear she wanted to start a fight and wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted. Little did she know she was in for the verbal slapping of a lifetime. "So this is the little nobody that has wiggled her way into our pack, I thought better of you, Nick," she spoke softly, deliberately refusing to address him appropriately by his title. The blond noticed the twitch on Fran's face, hoping she would take the bait, she lashed out again. "I really thought you would at least take a full wolf as mate, someone like me. You know how good we had it in the past, remember?" she teased, reaching out to stroke Nick's chest. What the hell is this tramp talking about, Nick? she asked him, her eyes never leaving the woman in front of her. And who the hell does she think she is, talking crap like that? Sadly, she's the biggest mistake I ever made in my life. You know when they say 'If I could turn back time'? This is such a time. Just after I came back from my search for my mate, I was lost. One night I had it so bad I got drunk, I mean really piss drunk, I didn't know what I was doing. She took advantage of that and wiggled her way into my bed. I don't know much of what happened between us, I was that drunk. Since that day she assumed that one day I would take her as my mate, but from then on I avoided her like the plague, he explained. Forget about me being the smart one and shutting up today. If she wants a reply, she can have one and I hope she better shut up once I'm done, because if she doesn't, I swear to God, I'll rip her throat out the first chance I get, she replied heatedly. What's her name? Dolores, he answered, a smile appearing on his face. "Now you listen to me, you little hussy, and I warn you, don't let me repeat myself," Fran started, at the same time grasping Dolores' hand before it could reach Nick. "Just because you took advantage of someone decades ago does not mean you have any claim on them whatsoever. I, on the other hand, have." Reaching over, she bared Nick's neck and pointed at the marks. "That means he is mine and mine alone. If I ever see you trying to drape yourself over him like a common hussy again, I won't be held responsible for my actions. He is your Alpha, so you better start acting accordingly. Start showing some respect instead of trying to sell yourself, it doesn't suit any self respecting woman. Did I make myself clear?" she ended her speech, surprising herself at how calmly and firmly she said all those things and what she said even. She felt strong, relaxed, sure of herself and knowing that whatever she said was spot on. Fran kept her eyes on Dolores the entire time and was still gazing at her, waiting until the blond would capitulate and divert her eyes. Dolores wanted and started to say something but a low growl next to Fran stopped it immediately. Looking at Fran she had to admit she had spunk and seemingly didn't run away from an argument. It was also clear she was being protective of her mate, doing so without thinking about it as if it was second nature. She knew when she couldn't win and decided to let have Fran this little victory. Lowering her eyes, she nodded to both of them with respect. "I apologize for my behavior, it won't happen again," Dolores spoke softly. "It's ok," Fran said calmly. "I can understand where you're coming from, but you of all people should know what it means to someone of your kind to find their mate, especially after a long time of searching and giving up hope. I'm still amazed by a lot of things and I still need to learn a lot. WE accept your apology and I hope in the future we'll get along better. Maybe soon we can get together and you can fill me in on some little things?" she ended, surprising Dolores again. Are you sure you want that, Fran? Nick asked. Think I made my point clear, there is no use in holding a grudge. Believe it or not, you ARE quite a catch my dear, she replied. I have a feeling if we become friends, then the rest of the pack will be a walk in the park. "I don't know, are you sure?" Dolores asked, playing along. "Yes, I'm sure, else I wouldn't ask. Something tells me I'll be spending quite a bit of time here in the future, maybe we can go and grab some lunch one of these days and you can tell me more about the pack," she answered. "In that case, I'd be honored," Dolores agreed to the given opportunity of getting to know Fran better. "That's settled then ladies, but now, if you'll excuse us, we have some other matters to discuss in private. I'll make sure Fran gets your number, then you can set something up later in the week. I'll see you all tomorrow afternoon," Nick intervened. Seeing the little sparks in his eyes, Fran knew all too well which private things he wanted to discuss. Quickly she waved to the people that still lingered around the mansion, while Nick pulled her with him. The smile on her face proof for the people around that there wasn't going to be much discussing done. Once inside, it wasn't long before Nick had her in his arms, his lips devouring hers. Only when he needed oxygen did he release his firm lips from her luscious mouth, which was deliciously swollen from his kisses. "You amaze me, sweetheart, the way you put her in her place and after that you're even being kind to her," he said, letting their foreheads touch. "I think the rest of the pack won't be a big issue if you can handle Dolores." "Well, I did have a little bit of help" she grinned. "There was a certain wolf that quite didn't agree with how Dolores was flaunting herself over you. I just lost it a little when she talked so condescending about me and I didn't think it would be fair to let you put her straight then. I mean what would that say about me if I can't even verbally defend myself?" "You did just fine, it reminds me never to have a fight with you. I don't want to be on the receiving end of the dagger you sent her way just now," he chuckled lightly. "You know what not to do then, my dear," she teased, getting his joyous laughter as response. "Come, let's sort our work for this week and organize that barbecue, I'm sure Arabella will be surprised, it's the first time in decades she'll be seeing me take some time off work, the look on her face today was already worth millions," he amusedly told her. "And I'm sure there will be a few other things to discuss. One thing I'll say straight away, I am not giving up my job, family or friends, so if one of them is an issue, you better find a way to work with it. You know I won't tell about what you are. Sorry, about what we are. I'm aware there will be some immediate changes, some will be puzzled by them and I'll deal with that. But never ask me to give up my friends and family," she ended her speech. Pulling her next to him on the couch, he turned her towards him and looked her straight in the eyes. He had realized by now that getting a new P.A. wasn't going to be the best move and he actually liked the idea of having Fran with him all the time. "One, you were hired as my new P.A., that's what you'll stay, so if I need to travel, you'll come with me. Being far apart would tear our wolves apart. That's one issue cleared. As for your friends and family, I will not ask you to abandon them and I know you won't tell. Just in a few decades you have to limit the contact because they will start to notice you aren't aging as fast as a human. But even then we can work around it and sort something out. Does that ease your worries, my sweet? I want you to be happy, not miserable and left alone and deprived from your friends and relatives," he responded with a vivid speech of his own. Somehow he had a feeling he would be seeing a lot more of her friends, remembering bits and pieces of the prophecy dream she had the other day, who was he to go against what was meant to be. One little detail was etched in his mind and he made a mental note to make work of that little detail. "Yeah, that's comforting. I wouldn't know how else to cope," she spoke in relief. "But let's get organizing now, I'll call Arabella and you get started on the barbecue? If you look on my desk you'll find a list of the pack owned stores and restaurants nearby. If you can contact them and let them know there is a barbecue on the schedule for tomorrow for the whole pack, they'll know what to do then and what to bring. Is that a deal?" he asked. "That I should be able to manage, though I didn't think I would already start as your P.A. so soon," she pouted, the joy evident in her eyes. "And here I was thinking I could be lazy for another week. I tell you, I'm not seeing the perks yet of sleeping with the boss," she continued her teasing. "Think twice before you say that," Nick said firmly before he filled her mind with a lot of things he would be doing with her later. He could see a blush creeping up her face and her eyes dilate. He chuckled loudly when Fran quickly turned, got up and swiftly strode out of the living room towards his home office. Closing his eyes, he couldn't help but smile. He was sure of it now, one day that woman would be the death of him and he wouldn't think twice about it, she was damn well worth it. She surprised him many times today. First with their mating, then putting Dolores in her spot, and just now with her teasing. He wasn't complaining, he was overjoyed, to say the least. Knock, knock? he suddenly heard in his mind. A faint smile on his face he replied. Who's there? Me, who else, you silly. Just wanted to let you know that if you plan on doing what you just showed me, you better get that gorgeous ass of yours moving. I only had to make one phone call and they assured me they would take care of everything. So you see I've got nothing to do now. His breath got caught in his throat with the images she sent next. A trail of clothes from his study leading towards his bedroom, she ended with letting him see her backside naked, while she slowly placed herself in his bed. Seeing her tempting curves and picking up the thin trail of her arousal he quickly got up. Reaching in his pocket he speed dialed Arabella. Impatiently he tapped the floor with his booted foot. "Hello, Nick, what I can I do for you?" came the calm reply on the other end after ringing once. Arabella knew what happened today was something special and when she saw who it was that called, she picked up the phone immediately. "I'll be gone for the rest of the week, so will Fran. She's my mate, can you believe it? Anyways, sort what's needed, if anything comes up call Chris or Ed, they can take care of it. But I need to go now, have urgent matters to deal with. See you next week," he said in one breath and hung up before Arabella could even reply. He dropped the phone on the coffee table and hurried over to his bedroom, stripping his clothes off along the way, making a second trail next to Fran's discarded clothes. Stopping in front of his bed, he only had his black boxer shorts on, but it wasn't doing a good job of containing his erect flesh. "Looks like someone is overdressed, don't you think?" Fran seductively said while getting on her hands and knees and crawling towards him on the edge of the bed. Stopping in front of him, she sat on her knees. Her hand teasingly traveled over his chest down to his abdomen. Tucking one finger in his boxers, she gave them a gently tug downwards, releasing his throbbing flesh that proudly saluted her. "Someone is happy to see me," she said, using the so well known saying. Reaching out she put her hand around him, moving it up and down slowly. Nick closed his eyes and enjoyed her movements. He stifled a breath when he felt her hot mouth covering one of his nipples. He braided his fingers through her long locks, cupping her head, guiding her sweet kisses over his torso. Nick, I don't know what it is, but I need you inside of me. Like now! Looking down he saw the golden sparks in her eyes and he realized what was happening. He didn't think it was possible so fast, but it seemed her wolf's libido was melting together with her own and intensifying her feelings tenfold. It normally took about a week before this change happened. Smiling at her, he lowered himself to capture her lips in a tantalizing kiss. It's ok sweetie. Seems your wolf is a bit faster in adapting and merging with you than normal. And let's just say we have a healthy sex drive. I'm glad we took the rest of the week off now, he explained briefly. Are you now? And what will we be doing then the rest of the week? Do I really have to tell you? I'd rather show it, one position at a time. Releasing her lips, he gently pushed her on her back. Starting a slow sensuous path of hot kisses, he lingered a bit, giving her breasts some needed attention. He licked, sucked, nipped and squeezed them, everything forcing passionate moans from Fran. Traveling down, he dipped his tongue in her belly button. She shrieked out in laughter. That tickles! Being generous he licked around it before continuing his downward path towards the sweet valley between her thighs. He knelt in front of the bed, taking in her sweet aroma. His hands tucked under her knees, he spread her legs, making her open up completely and unable to hide her nicely trimmed pussy. Inhaling her scent again, he looked down on her sweet pink lips that glistened with her juices. His eyes traveled up, he saw her looking at him, her own eyes half closed but still filled with passion and desire. Giving her a devilish grin, he winked at her and licked his lips. Then he bent down and ever so slowly he licked the outsides of her labia, pausing when he passed her clit, giving it a few quick twirls with the tips of his tongue. This was only the start of the many orgasms he would be giving her and that he would be receiving from her. ooo Nick stepped in the shower behind Fran, grabbing the big sponge and started lathering up her back. "Morning, sweetheart," he huskily spoke next to her ear. "Morning," she replied. "Though I'm not sure if half past eleven is really morning, it's nearly noon already." Turning around, she took the sponge from him and rewarded him with the same treatment he had given her back just seconds before. Letting her eyes roam over his impressive chest, she couldn't help but smile. He sure had done his best to work his way through the mental images he had sent her yesterday. She had been more then a willing participant. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 08A Her cheeks flushed when she remembered how passionate he had been. He'd been gentle the one time, harder the next, always one goal in his mind, giving her joy and pleasure. Brushing the sponge over his abdomen she saw he was already getting hard again and she looked up at him, a boyish grin plastered on his face. "Don't have such explicit thoughts then, my dear," Nick chuckled before conquering her lips. Picking Fran up, he pushed her against the shower wall. Checking her wet slit, he knew she was ready and he lined his cock up and with one single push, he buried himself to the hilt in her warm depths. Just entering her had him on edge and he had to fight hard not to cum so quickly, but she was pure heaven to him, the way she draped herself around him, how her pussy clenched his hard flesh. He could stay like this for eternity. "Nick, now is not the time for stalling," she breathed heavily. Her words broke through his barrier of self control, again, and he gripped her firmly and started moving in earnest, their bodies slapping together each time he pushed up. He felt her shaking, could feel her inner walls clamping down on his cock, amazing him that after all the orgasms he gave her she was still able to come with such a passion for him. It urged him on, lighting his own fire even more as he kept pumping inside of her. Coming to her senses after another mind blowing experience she could feel he was nearing as well. Fran braced herself and brought her lips towards his neck, licking the tiny marks, she felt her wolf stir and knew right away what she wanted. Letting her take over, she felt her canines grow again and the urge to reclaim him grew tenfold. At the exact right moment she felt him tremble and that was when she bit him again. Mine! he heard in his mind. Unable to respond, he kept riding the high of his release, pumping his seed in her hot cave. Once his urges were satisfied, he cradled her body to his, reached over and turned off the water that had been cascading down on them the entire time, and sat down on the floor, Fran straddling his lap. He felt her release him and lick the tiny wounds. "Sorry," she said, looking up at him. Placing his finger on her soft lips, he stopped her from saying anything more. "Don't be. I told you never to be sorry for anything that happens between us and our wolves. If you feel you need to claim me, you can do that as much as you want," Nick reassured her. I am yours, as you are mine, always. Never doubt your wolf. You keep on amazing me as to how well you are taking this all, especially your change, it's like you're a natural, he continued in their minds. You did give me a little head start, your blood did help make this easier. I don't know how overwhelmed I'd be. I can see sharper and the smell, it's amazing and wonderful all at the same time. I can't wait to shift and run free in the woods here. That is why you have this place isn't it? To have a private and secluded hide away to let the wolves run free. It is indeed. We've owned this for centuries now and even when things were tough and hard we were able to hold on to it. Many packs have a similar estate where possible, some have to make do with just a nearby forest and have to be very careful not to get caught while running. We're very lucky and privileged. How come I didn't see anyone then, the first time you brought me to the lake? I can sense the pack and where they are. Nobody was near that night. The day after I did warn them to stay back. I didn't yesterday, that's why so many were around the mansion. They smelled a new wolf on their territory and knew I was near, they're a curious bunch, but they're good people, every single one of them. "Even Dolores?" she asked out loud, sitting up and looking him straight in the eyes. "Yes, even Dolores. She may not have showed her best side and she tends to be a pain in the butt, but she is valuable to the pack. I was surprised a bit at her behavior yesterday. She should have known better, but you put her straight back in her spot. Believe it or not, she is the caretaker of the pups that remain at home and she adores them like she's their mother. It's like she has two personalities, caring and tender for the little ones she's looking after, but once they're back home it's like someone else surfaces. Most tend to leave her be and mind their own business," he explained. "Talk about a Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde personality. She seemed ok after I told her off," she said. "Can't wait to have lunch with her, see if she really can be as nice as you say she can be. If she's only playing along she'll be in for a ride, I won't have her flaunting herself over you. You are mine." While they were talking Nick had gotten himself free from her still moist folds. Grabbing Fran's waist, he got them standing again. Reaching behind her, he put the water back on. Enough talking done. We better get ready now or we'll be late for our own barbecue. Hey! I was taking a shower to get ready, someone else decided to interrupt me while doing so, she shot back, poking his chest. She could hear the low rumble in his chest, then he laughed out loud. You didn't exactly protest either, my sweet. Ok, ok, you win, but let's get a move on now. I really don't want to let them wait. Don't worry, they'd understand why we'd be late, they may as well get used to it. Is it always going to be like this? This wanting desire to spend each second together? she asked. I would hope so. Maybe over time we can restrain ourselves a little better, but I have no real desire for that. I'm liking this very much and I wouldn't change it for the world. Me neither. But as you said, let's get moving, I'm sure they're dying to get a glimpse of me, don't want to disappoint them so soon already. Rubbing each other's back, they swiftly rinsed the soap away and got out of the shower, drying themselves. Fran then realized she didn't have any clean clothes to put on and she wasn't so keen to put on her working attire for the barbecue. Nick picked up on her uneasiness and smiled. "Give me a minute, I'll be right back," he told Fran, while walking towards his front door. Peeking outside he thanked Arabella, the sweet old lady had guessed right. Outside his front door were a few bags with some expensive designer names on it and a tiny cardboard box with "Victoria's Secret" neatly printed on the top. Arabella, you little devil, I'm going to miss you when you're retiring soon he thought while he picked up the bags and the neat box. "It seems we have a little guardian angel," he spoke loudly. Making his way back to his bedroom he saw Fran sitting in the middle of his bed, the towel neatly tucked away under her arms, while she was trying to sort her hair. "Look," he said, holding up the bags. "I'm sure there is something in there you could put on. I'm really curious as to what is in this box though." He dropped the bags in front of the bed and put the box near Fran. He bent down and reached for the lid, but Fran beat him to it. "Patience, you'll get to be the judge of that later. We have a barbecue to attend first. Maybe later tonight you can unwrap that," she teased, holding the Victoria's Secret box close to her chest. "Now, get out, then I can get ready." "Ok, ok, you win this time," he sulked. He really was curious what Arabella had brought over, being a rather conservative dresser herself. He went to his study, trying to make the best of the little time he had while waiting on Fran. Making a quick list of people to be notified of his changed status, he smiled. He counted himself a very lucky man and he would go beyond his power to keep his love happy. He also made a note to keep Fridays work free from now on. It would be their day to work on the car. He hadn't forgotten about that and he was already planning on what to do with the car once it was ready. I'm ready, if you are, he heard Fran in his mind. Ok, I'll be right there, putting some papers away. I'll meet you in the living room, sweetie, he replied. When he entered, he stopped dead in his tracks. Fran looked stunning. And he had to give Arabella a big bonus when she retired. She must have remembered the color of Fran's clothes because the dress fitted the shoes she wore yesterday. It was a simple dress, fifties style and it hugged her curves perfectly, as if the dress was made to fit only her. Fran had braided her hair to one side, so it rested on one shoulder. She was surprised at the many bags at first, but when she laid out the contents it made sense. She had smiled when she figured out it was an old fashioned dress with a few petticoats. Only two, but enough to make the skirt of the dress look very tailored and neat. "You like?" she asked Nick, a twinkle in her eyes, then making a twirl so the skirt whirled around her legs. "You look stunning. We better hurry outside now or else," he replied, wiggling his eyebrows. "You're terrible, Nick. Only one thing on your mind." "I can't help it, love, you look amazing and you'd look even more stunning in my bed," he relented, shrugging his shoulders. "But let's go, I can smell the barbecue already, I'm sure the others are curious as well." Tucking her hand in the crook of his elbow, he escorted her to the back of the mansion. A lot of people had already gathered and were talking together in small groups. Fran saw little kids running wildly amongst the adults. Are the triplets here as well? she asked Nick. They should be somewhere. If you see one of them the other two are probably nearby. Most of our younglings are able to shift by the time they're two years old, but the triplets are either refusing to do so or just don't have the ability yet. So look out for pups. Though I'm quite sure they'll make an appearance soon enough. Think they like you, he replied. She gave him a pleasant smile and squeezed his arm lightly. I'll look out for them, I like them as well. But let's get this show on the road, I'm sure they're dying to find out what the deal is. Nick halted at the top of the stairs and cleared his throat, gaining the attention of every adult person that was present. He quickly scanned all of their faces looking for the littlest sign if someone would act up, but all he saw was either surprise or curiosity and with some he could detect happiness. He even spotted Dolores in the background and it seemed she'd made a 180 degree turn. She caught his searching eyes and nodded respectfully, stating again she now knew her place and had no issues. This relieved Nick of the one burden he had hoped not to happen, that someone would oppose his mate and her being a newly turned wolf. "Thank you all for joining us this afternoon. I'm quite sure the news has spread like fire, so let me make it official. Yes, I have found my mate. You all know I had given up on ever finding her, but a few days ago luck was at my side and she literally fell into my arms. I haven't been able to let her go since. So everyone, meet Francesca Ontario, my mate, my companion and your new Alpha female," he ended his little speech. Looking at Fran, he saw a light blush covering her cheeks, making her look even more stunning than she already was. Her eyes widened a little when she started picking up the overwhelming emotions of the rest of the pack in front of her. She had sensed surprise mostly before, but now that was changing to pure joy and happiness. Shyly she looked at all of them, and she also caught Dolores looking at them. The nod the woman gave strengthened her self esteem and she straightened up, looking more confident. Fran heard several people starting to clap their hands, a few males whistling and several congratulations were shouted at them. I think they approve, my sweet. Ready to mingle? she heard Nick say silently. Giving him a quick nod, they made their way down the stairs and stopped at the first group of people. Again they congratulated them on their bonding, the men patting Nick on the back, letting him know he had done them proud. Not a single conversation lasted long because many people wanted to say hi and join in on the ongoing conversations. They managed to get hold of a few dinner plates and filled them with a nice selection of the food that was spread over several long tables. Once seated at a separate small table, they enjoyed the happy buzz of the activities and chattering around them. They're all lovely people, Nick. It will take some adjusting, but I'm pretty sure things will work out fine. I only have one problem. How do I explain everything to my parents? I know telling them the truth is out of the question, but I have to tell them something. Last thing they know I was still a happy single two weeks ago. Today I'm bonded with you and something tells me you'll have me moving in this week as well, she told him, nudging him lightly, a smile on her face. I know and we'll work it out, I promise. But let us enjoy this week first before we think about more pending matters. Let the pack get to know you and you learn more about them. Even though you took your change very well, and faster than one normally would, you will still need some time to adjust. And we have a lot of catching up to do, he continued their mental conversation. Catching up? We've almost spent every waking second together since we met, there isn't much left to catch up [with - on]. There is, my sweet, you have no idea how many years of built up passion I have to get out of my system. He gave her a wink, then tipped the beer bottle, taking a big sip before putting it back on the table. Immediately he saw the familiar pink blush creeping upon her cheeks. I'm sure I can find a few ways of getting your cooperation in achieving that goal. I must warn you though, it will take several decades, you're up for that challenge? he teased her a bit more. Leaning over, Fran brushed her lips over the tiny marks. You better keep up with me then, she said while she gave a quick nip over his marks. Turning towards her, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. The gesture had many people around them cheering their approval at his openly expressed feelings. When he released her lips, they were deliciously wet and swollen from his fierce but gentle kiss and her cheeks had a light pink glow to them. Although she didn't know all of them yet, they all made her feel welcome and at ease. Even the little demonstration of Nick had them cheering them on. At first she did feel a little embarrassed but she had to admit to herself she was the instigator this time. Fran was sure things between them would never get dull, they both loved to tease the other one too much. She grasped his hand under the table and curled her fingers around his. Leaning lightly against him she started looking at the people around them more carefully. Once in a while she saw someone looking their way and she had to smile each time the person in question noticed she was looking back and smiled at them reassuringly. Fran also tried to find the triplets, she hadn't seen them yet. Curiously she wondered where the little rascals where hiding. Bending over to Nick she whispered she was going to walk around a little and see if she could find them. He nodded agreeably. With a straight back he saw her disappear amongst his people. Many of them greeted her personally and welcomed her. It made him feel proud of his pack. They knew she was a newly turned wolf and none of them let their wolf out as would be the norm to take in the scent of the new pack member. They were showing their respect towards her by not shifting, knowing she still needed to get to know her wolf better. They would wait until the next full moon before they would shift in her presence. Following her through the crowd, he couldn't help but smile contently. Ooh, I found them! The little rascals are all the way in the back, Dolores is watching them, he heard her say in his mind suddenly. Fran's eyes lit up when she saw the three daredevils playing with each other at Dolores' feet. Stepping closer she picked up their joyful mood and did her best to hold back her own laughter. Something must have warned them though because suddenly she was overrun by the triplets again, just like the first time she met them. "Now, now, don't you remember from last time? Be nice and calm and I have no troubles playing with all of you," she told them off. Sitting down on her knees, she gave Dolores a quick look and saw surprise on her face. Fran patted the space in front of her and without hesitation the three little pups sat down in front of her, their tails joyfully waggling in all directions. Reaching out, the black pup, Damon, pushed his head in her scratching hand, just as he had last time. Only this time he was sniffing at her as well, picking up there was something different about her now since last time he had played with her. Dividing her attention, she patted her lap while looking at Bill, the multicolored bundle of joy. Picking up her new scent a bit quicker than his brother, he didn't leap on her lap as he had last time, but cautiously approached her. "It's ok, little Bill, you know I won't harm you. I'm like you now. Well not completely, I still have to shift. But I've heard you all haven't done either, so we have something in common now don't we?" she softly spoke to the pups. Reassured by her tender voice, he knew all was well. At the last second Bill jumped on her lap, his front paws on her shoulders. He just wanted to lick her all over her face when she stopped him. "This is a party, Bill. You can't just go slobbering over others like that. They would think I'd taken a shower by the time you're done," she corrected his behavior. "That doesn't mean we can't play," she then said, playfully rolling him on his back and scratching his belly. Damon nudged her hand, making clear he wanted the same attention and rolled on his back next to his brother. Holding back a chuckle, Fran ran her hand through his soft fur, tickling him in many places, just as she was doing with Bill. Overlooking the scene in front of her, Robin tilted her head. She was the smart one out of the three and while she was mostly eager to join in her brothers' playfulness, she held back now. Tilting her head, the sun captured the different shades of red in her fur. She had smelled the new scent the day before already. It had lingered in the woods surrounding the lake, near the spot where she hid when she wasn't up to joining her brothers in their boisterous play-times. She was glad she now had a face to accompany the scent. After a few more tentative moments she felt the tugging of Damon and Bill, wanting her to join in. Gazing at her brothers she felt a slight tinge of jealousy and suddenly she was all to eager to jump in and get her share of attention. Robin wiggled her way in between her brothers and butted Fran's hand, demanding her attention and affection. Fran had to smile when the last of the triplets demanded some of her attention. She tussled the red manes of the pup and scratched behind her ears. She was glad she had found the little rascals because she had to admit, the little things had won her over in a heartbeat, she simply adored them. Fran was startled a bit when she heard someone say something to her. While she was playing with the daredevils she was aware of her surroundings, so much she was enjoying playing with them. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch what you said. Mind saying it again?" she spoke. Looking up she saw the only person nearby was Dolores. "I said that I'm surprised at how well behaved they are being with you. It's a first really. They would normally be all over you by now," Dolores repeated her comment. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 08A "Trust me, they haven't changed much then. But I stopped them and simply told them that if they were nice, they each would get some cuddles and they behaved, believe it or not," she said. "They are charming when they want to be, I'll agree with you on that part. But the troubles they have caused, you wouldn't believe it." "Nick told me they aren't shifting, you know anything more about that?" she then asked Dolores, trying to get to know her a little better by asking her stuff she could easily ask Nick. "I'm not sure. Sometimes when a youngling starts shifting depends a little in what form the mother has given birth to them. With a single pup, they tend to stay in human form, but when its twins or more, shifting to wolf in your last trimester is more logical. Our wolven bodies carry them easier and giving birth is easier as well. For some reason their mom never shifted to wolf in her last trimester and she gave birth to them the human way. We nearly lost all three of them if it wasn't for Merlin," Dolores explained. "Merlin, he? I should have expected him popping up at some point. Nick spoke rather fondly of him." "They are good friends, that is true, but he doesn't visit often. But the little rascals here were lucky he was visiting at the time of their birth. I don't know how he did it, but he forced the little ones to shift, they're much stronger in their wolf form and that saved them. Since then they haven't shifted back, even though they should be able to, they're five years old now. A first shift for a pup is usually around two years of age," Dolores ended her story. With a sigh Fran looked down at the little daredevils in front of her. Right now they were an entangled mess of fur and paws, still enjoying the playful attentions of Fran. "So the question would be are they unable to change or are they just having a run around with the whole pack and they are able to shift. It may be they just enjoy their wolf side a lot more?" she thought out loud. "That's what has us all puzzled," a dark, tender voice said behind her. "I'll have to ask Merlin to check up on them sometime soon. We need to know if they're able to shift or not, especially at times when it matters," Nick continued, while he knelt behind Fran and hugged her, trailing his lips over her temple. "I'm curious about it as well," she agreed with Nick. "And it would give me an opportunity to learn more about Merlin." "I'll wait until after your first shift, then I'll contact him and see if he knows maybe why." "I'll get them back to their parents now, they've been running around like mad the whole day. I bet they're getting pretty worn out," Dolores said, interrupting their conversation. Fran looked down and saw that Billy had curled himself up next to her legs and was blissfully snoring away. Damon wasn't far behind on her other side. Robin on the other hand sat back and was looking at all of them, as if she was able to understand each word that was being said. "Yeah, I agree, all the jumping and running. Who wouldn't be tired then?" Fran agreed. "I'll let you gather them up and bring them back. Remember to call sometime this week, then we can set up a lunch date," she reminded her. "Will do. Again, sorry for yesterday, it won't happen again. I'm glad to see our Alpha has found a strong mate. I'll see about that lunch date, maybe sometime next weekend?" Dolores asked. "That would be fine. I'm sure Nick got your number somewhere, I'll call Friday, that ok?" she returned the question. "Ok, I'll talk to you on Friday then. But I'm going to hurry now before they all fall asleep, it's easier to get them over with at least one or two awake still. They're getting heavier by the minute, I'm sure of it!" Dolores sighed, but smiling at the pups. Saying quick goodbyes, Nick and Fran watched as Dolores walked away. Billy cozily snuggled up in her arms and a drowsy Damon and bright awake Robin walking to either side of her. She isn't as bad as you made her out to be, Nick. She's actually quite nice. She adores the pups, it's obviously clear to see that. Maybe she needed someone to put her straight, Nick teasingly replied. I only did what felt right at the time, she was out of line and showing no respect. I noticed how all the people act around you, and it was evidently clear you are respected, she should have done the same. You are right, my sweet, but she never acted like she had yesterday, so it was never really needed before to get her back in line. I was glad you did it yourself. You gained a strong ally with her and a lot of respect from the pack as well. Looking at her watch she saw it was early evening. Turning around she noticed that some people were getting ready to leave. Clutching Nick's hand, she gave it a little tug and nodded her head in the direction of the departing people. "Let's go say goodbye. It may be a little evil of me, but I hope they all leave soon. I want you back for myself," she grinned. "And then I get accused of being the horny one. Oh help me dear lord, what have I unleashed," he theatrically said, his face turning upwards to the sky above. He felt a sharp stomp on his upper arms again. "You're going to have me all black and blue if you keep punching me like that." "Then stop being a smart ass," she tried to say sternly, but the corner of her mouth was twitching. "You don't like me being the smart one, he? I can solve that for you," he said, a big grin appearing on his face. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, fireman style, and hastily made his way through the few people that remained. They took in the view of their Alpha carrying his mate over his shoulder and was rapidly walking back to the mansion. They all did their best to hide their smile and not cheer him on. Nick, put me down, now! What won't they think of us? Nick? You caveman, put me down! she yelled in his mind. Caveman, you got that part right, babe. I'm dragging you back to my cave and I'm going to ravish and devour you until you can't move anymore. Then I'll push you even further, my sweet cave woman. Now, be quiet while I carry you to my cave. He accompanied the last remark with a light swat on her luscious bum. Fran buried her face in his back, trying to hide the shame she felt, being carried away like this for all to see. But she had to admit, it did make her feel wanted and desired as well. She was pretty sure Nick would make sure that every word he said would come true and she was getting anxious and aroused. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 08B And here is the second and final part. I already said my thanks in the previous posting, but you can't thank anyone enough. So thanks to Jazcullen, The Guild and Asylumseeker for their dedicated time and help for making this story what it is now. For those wanting to stay up to date, I've created a Yahoo group to stay in touch. I'm taking a small break from writing, but once my vacation is over I know I'll be eager to get Chris' story on the roll. Enjoy the read and don't forget to comment, send feedback or vote. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan Chapter Eight : Settling in. The rest of the week was spent getting to know each other even better. They told each other of their past, elaborating more about friends and family. There wasn't a topic untouched. It was only a call from Adam that put a little dampener on things. It seemed a few rogue werewolves were creating a nuisance in town. Nick didn't like hiding the little fact that it was Fran's friend Bron who was the victim of the attack. He was angry at Adam for waiting so long to tell him about the attack and he made sure the man knew that. Nick was reluctant to leave Fran alone, but this situation needed his immediate attention. He called his brothers Ed and Chris, also his two commanding beta's, and called a late night meeting in his office together with Adam. He wanted to sort this situation out before it could escalate into something much worse than a single attack. It was decided that Ed would go out scouting the city and report back with what he found out and then they would solve the situation. Rogue wolves were simply not allowed and were dealt with immediately. It would take only one bad event to occur and their existence could be jeopardized and that was something all packs agreed on, that could not happen. Nick was tense for the next few days, but when the weekend came Ed called and let him know the situation was sorted. It was three rogue wolves, searching for a fight and possibly gaining numbers by biting their victims. However, Nick was a bit in turmoil whether he should tell Fran everything right now or if he should wait until Adam had won over Bron completely. Knowing either way she would get upset about the truth, he decided not to tell her the woman that was attacked was Bron. He knew Adam, it wouldn't take him long to win over Bron. He was sure it would be a lot easier filling in Fran when those two had made their peace. When Sunday afternoon arrived, Nick drove them to Fran's flat. Reluctantly she had accepted the clothes that were bought for her, but she had to admit, Arabella had excellent taste. She blushed when she reminisced about the evenings when Nick peeled off the tiny pieces of lace that resembled the Victoria's Secret lingerie. She had to thank the lady when she saw her tomorrow at work. Nick had settled himself on the couch and was flicking through some TV channels while she was checking her cupboards and fridge. There wasn't anything left that could produce a decent meal so she opted for a home delivery meal. She hugged Nick from behind, a small folder in each hand. "So what do you fancy having tonight?" she asked, waving both papers in front of him. "Chinese or a pizza?" "Hmm, that's a tough one, can't I have you for dinner?" he answered, looking up, then lightly brushing his lips over the curve of her graceful neck. "You are insatiable, Nick. Maybe if you're good and eat everything, you may have some dessert, but these are your two options for now. So what will it be?" she asked again. "I wouldn't mind having a pizza, lots of meat," he replied in between the little nibbles he was placing on her collarbone. She placed the order and then settled next to Nick. While he kept on switching between programs she closed her eyes and thought back at the past week of her life. How it had changed, she still couldn't quite believe it. She adapted pretty fast and quickly learned to go with the urges of her wolf. Everybody in the pack liked her, well almost everybody. The previous Friday was the only setback. She had lunch with Dolores and it was clear pretty quick the blond had been trying to lead her on, making her believe she had accepted her as Nick's mate. Dolores felt she was permitted to say whatever she wanted and she tried to throw in every hurtful remark she could come up with. Fran did her very best to not let Dolores get the best of her and she'd succeeded. She let the blond have her ranting, thinking she was getting the upper hand. At the same time she had asked Nick what her options were with Dolores. He told her she, Fran, could challenge her, an option she quickly discarded, she wasn't a violent person. Another option would be to let her know that if she wasn't able to accept Fran, she was free to find another pack who would take her in. Fran was aware that Dolores probably knew her available options. She stood up and looked down at her. "You're probably expecting me to challenge you, Dolores, but you are wrong, I won't. I am not a violent person and won't be tricked into becoming one. So you have one option left, two actually. Either you find a way to accept me and you can stay with the pack, or you can find yourself a new pack. The choice is yours, Dolores," she had said to the woman. It was clear Dolores hadn't expected that answer, as her eyes were changing constantly trying to hold back a public shift to werewolf. Fran smiled inwardly, she had her cornered with no way out. "So, what is it going to be?" she asked again when Dolores still hadn't answered. "I'll leave," Dolores said through clenched teeth, fuming at her defeat. "Consider this a goodbye lunch then. Make sure you're moved out by tomorrow evening and say your goodbyes," she spoke firmly. Turning around, she said a little prayer, hoping Dolores wouldn't snap, and walked up to the owner and paid for their lunch. Outside, she got into her car, locked the doors from the inside and let out a long sigh. She made it out in one piece, she never thought she would have been able to if it wasn't for Nick's constant reassuring comments in her mind that she was doing great. Opening her eyes again, she looked at the calendar behind her. She saw that the full moon was nearing as well and her wolf was starting to get itchy, she wanted to run, be free, she wanted to smell the others, familiarize herself with the rest of the pack and let the pack get to know her. One more week sweetie, then you'll be able to run free, she suddenly heard Nick in her mind. That was the one thing she had the most difficulty adapting to, sure it had its advantages, but she'd be glad once she'd learned to block her thoughts a little. She didn't mind sharing and she kind of understood the need of being connected, but sometimes she really wanted to be "alone". You'll learn that over time, my sweet and I promise I won't just barge in in the future, but right now I just need to be sure you are all right, my wolf needs to know you are ok. He will settle after your first shift, Nick invaded again. She gave him a light thump on his chest and wanted to tell him off when the doorbell rang. It was the delivery guys with their pizzas. She let Nick place them on the coffee table while she fetched a couple of beers from the fridge. Once done she put the boxes in the kitchen and went back to Nick, cuddling close to him. She didn't want him to go just yet, but she knew he had to, but it would only be for the night, she'd see him again tomorrow at work. Reluctantly they said their goodbyes. Fran stood in her doorway until Nick disappeared completely from her view. Back inside she finally listened to her messages. They were all from Lis and then she realized she never called her, they were supposed to meet on Tuesday after work. The first few messages sounded ok, typical Lis - style, short to the point. By the time she was listening to the last one Lis was more in a panic, frightened that something had happened to her. Looking at the time, she realized it would be too late to call Lis but she dialed her phone nonetheless. If she didn't pick up she at least could leave a message that she was ok and apologize for not calling sooner. She didn't have to wait long before Lis picked up. "Where the hell have you been, Fran? I was worried sick. If I didn't hear anything from you by tomorrow I would have called the police. Please tell me you're all right?" Lis worriedly spoke when picking up the phone. "Calm down, calm down. First of all, I'm fine, nothing's wrong. Secondly, sorry that I didn't call back. Think I must have turned my mobile off at some point and forgot to turn it back on. I listened to all your messages just now and decided to call, despite the late hour. I won't bore you with the details now," she answered Lis, but Lis interrupted her. "You're not getting off the hook so easily, you're going to tell me where you were and you're going to tell me now, if you don't I'll be down in two minutes and beat on your door until you let me in and tell me then. The choice is yours." "Ok, ok, I don't want you to wake up my neighbors. I spent the week at Nick's place. When I went to work on Monday and found out who my new boss is things kind of happened fast." "So who is your new boss then?" Lis asked. "You heard of Dominic Saint Ives Whelan, right?" "I have. Don't tell me, he's your new boss? I knew you went to SIW Inc and got the job, but you never told us whose P.A. you were going to be." "Well, the best part is yet to come, you have met him already," Fran then teased Lis. "I'm pretty sure I haven't met the man, he's as reclusive as they come, he makes a hermit look like a pop star," Lis said in denial. "Ok, I'm only going to say this once, so you better be awake enough to let that pretty brain of yours do some work. I'm the new P.A. of Dominic Saint Ives Whelan and I've been going out with Nick Whelan for just over a week now," she revealed and then waited for the moment when Lis would realize what she was saying. Silently she started counting backwards from ten down. Lis must have been tired because Fran got down to three before it dawned on her. "No way, you're kidding, really? Your Nick is THE Dominic?" Lis asked in surprise. "The one and the same. You should have seen my face that Monday morning. Even the night before I told him what my new job was and for who and he didn't say a word. But he made a big effort in explaining why he didn't and I agree with him. He is a very private person and I respect his reasons. And Lis, he's the one, he really is the one. This past week has been so amazing. I can't imagine myself without him and it's the same for him," she revealed even more. "Damn girl, when you do something, you really do it good, don't you? So I can gather you two are a hot item now? So when's the wedding?" Lis jokingly asked. The last question puzzled her a little, a wedding? She didn't think that was a possibility and she had never given it any thought, her mind had been busy with other more important and pleasant activities. She did know she wouldn't be staying in her flat for much longer, she was sure of that, she could already feel the pull of her wolf longing for her mate, even though he had only been gone for a few minutes. "Yes, we're an item and maybe things are going fast, it feels right. For once in my life I'm following my heart instead of my rational brain. He's my other half, Lis, I need him as much as he needs me. That much has become clear in the last week. I can't fight it." "Oh dear Fran, you got it good. The love bug has finally hit you head on. And you went straight for the cherry on top of the pie while you were at it. I'm happy for you, but promise me one thing?" "What's that?" "Never ever, ever, ever let me be so worried again. I know you sometimes forget to turn on your mobile, but this long was not like you. I was worried sick about you." "I promise, Lis, I'll even get a new one with a good battery that lasts ages before I need to recharge it," she agreed with the promise. "But sweetie, go to bed now, you know I'm fine now and all is well and you need your sleep. You won't be a complete person in the morning if you don't go to bed now. I'll have coffee ready for you in the morning if you manage to get up before I leave for work," she reassured Lis. "Hmmm, coffee la Fran, who can resist that? I'm setting my alarm, maybe I'll wake you up first," she teased. "You can fill in some details then, don't think I'm letting you of the hook so easy." "Sure, that's a deal then, but Lis, go to bed now. I'm going to do the same, last week has been a little tiring and I could use a few hours as well." "That's ok, Fran. I will see you in the morning. Sweet dreams," Lis said, ending her side of the call. "See you in the morning and sweet dreams for you too," Fran returned and then hung up. Putting down the phone she let out a relieved sigh, she was able to tell Lis all she needed to know and she didn't reveal anything and she didn't lie. Walking to her bedroom she realized she really was dead tired. She had wanted to take a quick shower before heading to bed, but the sudden fatigue that hit her just made her strip off her clothes in front of her bed and crawl in. Closing her eyes it didn't last long before sleep overtook her. The next morning a loud beating on her front door woke her up. Looking at her alarm clock she could only think of Lis that had to be abusing her door so early on. She kicked the sheets off and answered it. "I'm awake, you can stop hitting my door now," she said gruffly while she yanked open the door. Only it wasn't Lis standing there but Nick with a boyish grin on his face. "Sorry, I couldn't stay away, I missed you too much. But I did bring a peacemaker for waking you up so early," he apologetically said, holding up a bag. She could smell the freshly made coffee and a whiff of sugary delights. "Come in, just give me a second, I need a shower first," she said, rushing him inside. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back." She hurried back to her bathroom, turned on the shower and hopped under it. She didn't waste much time, washed her hair, gave herself a quick rub from head to toe and got out again. Nick was leaning against the door frame, his hands stretched out, holding a towel. "Come, I'll help you dry off, at least give me that pleasure. I was such a good boy resisting the urge to step in and wash your back, amongst other things," he huskily spoke. She stepped into his arms, the towel now lightly draped around her. Only Nick didn't start drying her off, he bent his head, conquering her sweet lips and kissing her senseless. I'd love to continue this, Nick, but the chances are high Lis will be here soon and we really have to get to the office as well, Fran told him, when it was becoming quite clear he had other things in mind. She felt his hard flesh nestled snugly against her belly and all though she would have loved to continue as well, one had to use her mind. I don't ever want to stop making love to you, my sweet, you're too tempting, came his reply. He cupped her butt and lifted her up as she grabbed his broad shoulders and locked her legs around his waist to prevent herself from falling. She heard a light chuckle coming from Nick. You should trust me better, I'd never let you fall. But I need to have you, now, he let her know. He carried her to her bathroom cabinet and set her down on top of it. He threw away the towel and exposed her luscious body, her chest heaving fast, her hard little tips barely brushing against his black shirt. Slowly and tenderly he followed the curve of her breast, making a circle around it until he was nearing her dark pink nipple that was inviting him to suckle it. Cupping her breast, he offered it to himself as he lowered his head and his mouth feasted on the delicious flesh he was holding. Her head fell back at the sensations he was provoking, she felt tingles going up and down her spine. He was tormenting her ever so slowly, sucking and licking her nipple and breast. He held up her other breast the same way and was now dividing his attention between them, switching back and forth. She could feel the heat emanating from him and she longed to feel him inside of her. Reaching for his belt, she quickly unbuckled him and zipped open his pants. The sigh she felt against her bosom was a small sign of his approval. She didn't hesitate and dipped one hand in his boxers, quickly finding his hard manhood. He groaned out load, pushing himself harder in her hand. One of Nick's hands traveled south, lightly brushing through the short curls that covered her pussy. His thumb flicked over her clit a few times before he dove even deeper and dipped in two fingers at once. He was a bit less gentle than he normally was, but that little fact passed her by. Her need to feel him inside of her was outweighing her rational senses. She stroked him a few times but then she released him. Roughly she worked his pants and boxer down, letting them slide down so they were pooled on top of his feet. His throbbing flesh was now resting against her stomach. "Nick, I need you inside of me," she urged him on. A grin appeared on his face after he pulled back, releasing her curvaceous mounds, now wet and swollen from his ministrations. He grabbed his cock and teasingly pushed it against her clit, knowing he was tormenting himself at the same time. He had the same goal as Fran, wanting to slam in her and fuck her senseless. Locking eyes, the passion between them overflowed their senses. Bringing his cock down he dipped his cock head in her warm flesh, then he stood still, bathing in the feelings that were growing deep inside. He pushed a little deeper, then withdrawing until just his tip remained inside. He repeated this several times, each inward push going deeper and deeper. All this time their eyes stayed locked together, the passion, the love, the need, the wanting they had for each other clear on their faces. I love you so much, Fran told him mentally. This short, sweet declaration of hers was his undoing and he slammed down on her lips, his tongue demanding immediate access, which she willingly gave. At the same time he pushed in completely, coating himself in her soft, wet folds. He savagely attacked her mouth, battling her tongue with his own. He started fucking her in the same rhythm, as if his life depended on it. Both were so caught up in their lust that their release surprised them both. Fran tightened over Nick's pulsating cock when waves of passion washed over her. At the same time Nick released himself inside her, coating her with his seed. He kept pushing until he was completely drained. He felt her muscles relax, but he stayed in her, enjoying her around him. Slowly he caressed her back, his fingers running over like butterflies only briefly touching her. Their breathing went back to normal. Foreheads pressed together, they gazed at each other. Fran couldn't help but smile at the fact that it was near impossible for them not to be together without losing themselves in each other. Leaning back, her hands traveled over his muscled chest, going up to his neck. She followed the contours of what she now knew was the claw of a wolf just peeking over his shoulder. Suddenly there was a knock on the front door again. Fran bit back a groan and tried to push Nick away, but he stopped her. Bending down he gave her a quick kiss, then he slowly withdrew himself and sorted his clothes again. "You hop in the shower again, I'll let Lis in," he told her. "Are you sure? She may be a bit, hmm, over the top right now. I called her last night after listening to her messages. I kinda forgot to call her back and she was rather worried, so I filled her in on a few things. I was careful not to reveal anything real important, but I did have to tell her who you really were, I was nearly deaf after she put two and two together. She will be shooting questions at you. " Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 08B "I'll be fine, remember I am an Alpha after all," he said. "You just take another shower and freshen up, I'll take care of Lis," he reassured her again. "Ok, I'll be out in a minute then," she agreed and turned back to the shower. Her second shower didn't last as long as the first and within minutes she was out and dressed in a comfortable skirt and blouse and joined Nick and Lis in her living room. They were chatting away as if they were lifelong friends. If he could win over Lis this fast without Lis making it into a shouting match, then Fran was convinced that everything would be working out just fine. "Morning Lis, you slept ok?" she asked when she stopped next to Nick. She pulled back the chair next to Nick but before she could sit down Nick pulled her on his lap and cradled her against his chest. "I slept fine after you called. But you two," Lis jokingly said, "you're like a Siamese twin, constantly all over each other." "I blame him, he's only a bit protective," Fran squealed when she felt him tickle her sides. "I'm sure you're fighting him every step of the way," Lis replied in playful disbelief. "Hmm, on occasion she does, but I win in the end," Nick jumped in, nuzzling her neck. "I get the message, I shouldn't have dropped by. You two really should get a room and work off some of that tension," Lis theatrically spoke. "What do you think we have been doing the past week?" countered Nick, giving her a mischievous wink. Lis burst out laughing. Walking around the table she managed to trap Fran in a hug and whispered in her ear: "He's a gem, I'm really happy for you. He doesn't have a twin somewhere, does he?" Fran had to giggle at her friend's remark and her cheeks went bright pink when she realized Nick probably heard every word. Yes, I did hear what she said, she's welcome to try with my brothers, they're both still single, he joked inside her head. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone, it's quite clear I'm the fifth wheel at the wagon right now. Don't think you're getting off easy though Fran, I want details later! I'll go to work and frighten them with being in so early," Lis cheerfully spoke while she made her way to the door. "I'll call tonight? Or is Mister Loverman there planning on whisking you away again?" "I"ll be home tonight and we'll catch up then, I promise. See you later Lis," Fran said. "See you next time," Nick joined in. When they heard the door close they both burst out in laughter. "I hope we didn't scare her away" "Lis, scared? That's something that happens very rarely. She doesn't scare easily but she watches over all of us like momma bear. I'm surprised she managed to wait this long and didn't call the cops sooner when she didn't hear from me," Fran commented. Nick let out a long sigh and held Fran closer. "Wish I could stay here just like this, but work is waiting. I know I will have tons of paperwork to get through," he stated. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready. I'm guessing it won't be a problem at work with us showing up together?" she asked. "Indeed, it won't, most of the workers are from my pack, there are a few humans as well, but they get rotated between the different offices so it isn't so obvious to them that most on the work floor are weres. Think by now the whole pack knows and the neighboring packs as well, news like this tends to travel faster than the speed of light," he answered. "But get ready, I'll tidy up the cups here and then we can leave, deal?" "Ok, I'll be back in five minutes," she replied. Arabella was going through some papers when Nick and Fran arrived at the office. Fran couldn't help but blush lightly when the older lady gave them a knowing look and smiled. "I have to thank you, Arabella. The clothes you sent were just divine," she told her and made her way towards the other desk. "I'm especially grateful for the box you added, it had a lot of nice surprises," Nick added, wiggling his eyebrows. Fran's eyes bore into him. "Nick!" she chastised him. "I'm sure she's not waiting on those details. Didn't you just say you probably had tons of paperwork waiting to be done?" she said, chasing him out of the office. "It's ok, I was young once too you know," the old lady winked at her. "I'm glad he finally found you and it seems you two have already decided on how to proceed. I mean you're still taking over as his P.A., am I right?" "I am, that way we'll be close even when he needs to travel. On those occasions he may have to hire a temp for a week or so just to have someone take over for a bit. We haven't worked out the details, but I made it clear I wouldn't give up work. So maybe now you can get me up to speed with how you do things around here?" Fran replied. The rest of the morning Nick hid in his office, going through loads of paperwork and working his way through a long list of phone calls. All the piled up work made him realize just how much work he took upon himself through all these years. Meeting Fran had made it clear it couldn't stay that way. The first step in lowering his workload was taking the day off on Friday. He wanted that day just for Fran and him and their car project. At the same time as Arabella was getting Fran familiar with how things were done at SIW Inc., there was a knocking on their door, and Nick popped his head in. "It's noon, how about I take you two lovely ladies out to lunch?" he asked. The rest of the week was filled in the same way, in the mornings Fran learned more and more about the company, Nick took them to lunch every single day and in the afternoon he had always a few meetings on his agenda. They always arrived and left together. She turned around and went to turn off her alarm clock, she set it half an hour earlier these days because Nick had the habit of stopping at her flat and having breakfast before they went in for work. This Friday wasn't much different. She waited in her bed for the turn of the key, telling her Nick was here. She had a restless night and she buried herself deeper in her sheets and pulled a pillow over her head. You can try and play hide and seek, my love, but you're not being very successful at it, Nick teased. She sensed him near and without thinking she threw her pillow towards her bedroom door. She heard a loud rumbling and before she knew it Nick was on top of her, trapping her with his massive body. Teasingly he bared her shoulder and kissed it, laving his tongue over her tiny marks. She felt her wolf come awake at that loving move. Without realizing it she suddenly got up and bucked Nick off her back. Very ungracefully he hit the floor next to her bed. "Was that really needed?" he snapped, stroking over his black jean's covered ass. "Sorry, I didn't know I was that strong," she replied. "I'm just a bit on edge, I didn't sleep well last night. Is it possible that may have to do with the full moon? I'm getting used to her, but she's getting very restless the last few days." "Sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I should have known you would get restless. It's full moon tomorrow, she's sensing that," he spoke apologetically. Only now did she see how casual he was dressed in black jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt. "Aren't we supposed to go to work today?" she changed topic, pointing at his clothes. "Nope, I changed the schedule a bit, no more working Fridays for us, my sweet. I've reserved them for the car. I thought it would be nice to have a set day for it, that way we both can escape a little from the big bad world and indulge in what we love doing," he replied. "I thought we could go and start ordering all the parts you had listed before and take it easy for the rest of the day." She listened with amazement. She sat up, the sheet clutched to her chest as she had removed her nighty during the night, that much it had bothered her. She smiled. "Sometimes I think I don't deserve you, Nick. You never cease to amaze me." "That's my only purpose, my sweet. I can't wait to meet your wolf, by how easily you threw me off I bet she'll be formidable," he said while getting up and then sat down next to her, pulling her in his arms. "Hmm, maybe it's a good idea to pack a bag, then you can stay until Sunday, you'll be very tired after your first shift and I probably won't want to let you go. Maybe we can start planning you moving houses too?" he tentatively asked. She grinned when she looked up to him. "I have to hand it to you, it took you a long time to touch that subject. I like this flat and it's been my home for many years, but this last week, us not being together only proved it to me. My home is where you are, if that means moving to the mansion, then I'll move to the mansion," she answered, the love pouring out of every word she said. The longing and need to be together was clear on her face. "Then we don't have much to sort, just mark everything you want to take with you and I can have you moved in in less than a day. I'm sure we can make our furniture match," he stated. "No need to, if I remember correctly all I need are a few little nick knacks, my clothes and some personal items. I happen to like how your home is decorated, mixing it with mine would destroy the harmony you have." "You sure about that?" he asked. "Hmm, remember, I was the one having the prophecy dream. The living room looked exactly as it does now, it was only cluttered up with toys," she chuckled. He looked down at her, his eyes darkening with passion and the now familiar golden sparks. "I wouldn't mind trying a little more," he teased, brushing his lips over her temple. "Nice try, but I think I was told you could smell when I'd be in heat, doesn't require a lot of trying then," she countered his teasing. Pushing him back a little more, she clutched the sheet against her bosom and she positioned herself on his lap, straddling his strong hips. "True, but that doesn't mean I can't try and perfect my technique," he winked at her. Laying down on his chest, she sighed in contentment. She heard his heart beating under her ear and she picked up that it started beating faster. Nick let out an uncomfortable groan when the easily lit passion was going through his veins and after only a few seconds his jeans felt like it was two sizes too small. Holding her gently he felt her shaking, picking up the joyous feeling she was emitting. "What are you laughing at?" he asked, guessing right that her shaking was the result of badly covered up laughing. " Come on, spill, or do I have to tickle you again?" he used one of his threats he knew she didn't like. He never had met a person that was so ticklish. She tried to sit up, but Nick's arms were trapping her close to his body. After a while she managed to sit up but during the little struggle she lost the hold she had on the sheet. "I have to threaten you more, I like the outcome," he huskily spoke. His hands traveled up her side, his thumb brushing the side of her breast. Moving his hand to her back he pushed her forward, leading her quickly hardening nipple to his wanting mouth. She grasped his shoulders and stifled a pleasurable moan. She moved against him when he started laving her other nipple in the same way he had paid homage to her other little nubbin. Fran moved her hands to the nape of his neck, she brushed through his hair, gently tugged it. When he still didn't stop, she pulled a bit harder. Reluctantly he let the nipple slip from his mouth. Fran fought the urge to press him back against her chest, loving the feeling of his teeth scraping over her sensitive nipple. She looked him straight in the eyes. "This whole situation is what I was amused about. We can't seem to get together without ending up making love. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining," she said while she slowly moved against his straining manhood. "Is it always going to stay like this?" With much effort he kept his gaze on her beautiful face. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. Fran immediately leaned into his hand. He brushed her lower lip with his thumb before placing it on her chin. "I can only hope it's going to stay like this forever, I just have to be near your to be overtaken by passion. It's only now that I realize how strong the mating bond really is between mates. You have made me the happiest man alive and I'll spend the rest of our lives proving to you just how much you mean to me. We're starting the rest of our lives together today and I'll be damned if I'm not going to enjoy every single one of them," he stated, his devotion and dedication present in the way he spoke to her just now and how tenderly he was holding, as if she was the most precious thing in the world. He brought his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her in for a searing kiss, branding her lips with his desire and his love wrapping around her like a comfortable blanket. You say the sweetest things, my love, Fran told him. Make me yours again. He didn't know how fast he had to undress, but that little plea had his wolf going mad with desire. "I can't promise I won't rip your bed apart," he tried to apologize in advance. "Consider it a goodbye to the flat," she whispered. She was on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder. His shirt already lay forgotten on the floor and the two loud thuds made it clear he just had kicked off his heavy boots. Licking her lip she took in the inviting view of Nick stripping out of his jeans, revealing his throbbing manhood that stood proudly in a bush of black curls. Once naked he pushed Fran further on the bed and knelt behind her. With his big hands he spread her legs, exposing her dripping wet pussy. Bending down he took in her intoxicating aroma and licked his lips. He was going to indulge himself first before he would claim her again. Spreading her labia with his thumbs, he leaned in and lapped at her pussy, starting from her clit, traveling slowly all the way up to her puckered hole. He felt the shivers going through her body and he repeated what he had just done. He kept up this torture on her pussy for several minutes, Fran was begging and pleading for him to take her already, but he wasn't giving in. He wanted her to fall apart so he could drink her pure essence before he claimed her again. He smiled inwardly when he felt her tensing up, getting ready to lave his tongue with her sweet juices. Come for me, my sweet, I know you want to. I want to taste, I want to drink every sweet little drop you are going to give me. Hmmm, so sweet. Come on, you can do it, cum for me baby, he enticed her. It was just what she needed to let go, it was only where Nick's hands that were keeping her straight while she rode the waves of pleasure that were traveling through her body. He kept licking until he felt her relax. Ready for more? he asked, while sitting up and moving closer. Grabbing his cock, he moved it over her pussy lips, coating it with the few sweet drops that were left behind. Claim me! she urged him and with that he drove in her with one hard thrust, completely sheathing himself in her wet folds. He growled when he felt himself losing control over his wolf, something that happened very rarely. Fran picked up on his turmoil and soothed him. It's ok, shift, I want you to. In a heartbeat she felt him shift, his hands becoming paws, three times the size of her tiny hands next to his. She felt his fur brushing at her back and she felt him grow inside her, filling her even more then he already was. His knot hadn't grown yet and he was fucking her with a frantic pace, as if he wanted to brand it in her memory who she belonged to. She had to hold on to his paws to brace herself and enjoy the love he was giving her. She felt his knot growing and demanding access to her pussy. Trying to relax as much as possible, she had figured out that was the easiest way to make it a fast, less painful entry. Once he was in she knew she was always getting the fuck of a lifetime. Every single time it got better. She knew he wasn't going to last long. He had showed again how much her pleasure meant to him by holding back on his own desire for so long, and when he finally let loose there would be no stopping him. A rough tongue licked her neck, and in response she tilted her head, giving him more room. He pressed his furry cheek against hers as a low rumbling was originating from his chest. His wolf was getting ready to claim her again. With one last push, he drove himself deep inside of her and coated her inner walls with his seed. After a second he bit down, reopening the tiny marks. She bit her lower lip when his teeth sank into her shoulder, but she was ready for it this time and held back the scream that had escaped her during their initial mating. Now she knew the pure bliss that was going to follow and she let out the air she had been holding back. Closing her eyes she joined him on his blissful trip to paradise. The rough tongue licked over the marks sealing them once more. He rested his cheeks against hers. Forever mine, the wolf told her. She could only reply with Always yours. Just as the first time, Nick shifted back and gently cradled her to him, letting them lay down on their sides. Thank you, my sweet, I needed this, he told her. He felt her slip away in a passion induced slumber and he joined her only a few minutes later. Slowly Fran opened her eyes, finding strong arms holding her tenderly and a warm chest pressed intimately against her. Leisurely she followed the strong lines on his hand, up his arm and down again. Nick shifted behind her and kissed her cheek. "Morning, sunshine," he whispered in her ear. "Hiya, think we succeeded again in wasting a whole morning," she said and pointed at her alarm clock. "We didn't completely waste it, it was well worth it. But come on, let's get started with some of your packing then. I'll grab a shower first, then you tell me where your bags are. I'll get them out while you hop in the shower," he urged her on. She groaned when she buried her head in her pillows again. She didn't know where he kept getting such stamina, but she was drained. Rolling on her belly, she felt Nick getting up. Turning her head she took in the marvelous naked man that was casually walking towards her bathroom. She could see the muscles moving in his thick thighs and his gorgeous butt. One day I'm going to get a piece of that ass, she thought to herself. Only if I can do the same with you, Nick responded to her naughty thoughts. Her cheeks sporting a bright pink blush, she buried herself deeper in her pillows. A few minutes later Nick was back, a towel hung on his hips and he was drying his hair with another one. "Your turn now. I've put a few towels on the cabinet already. And I wasn't kidding, we're starting your move today, so tell me, where do you keep your bags, I'll get them ready by the time you're done?" he asked. Rubbing her sore muscles, she slowly got up, draping the sheet around her. She made a little spurt to the bathroom, suddenly needing to pee very badly. "They should be on the top shelf in the closet," she shouted. The opening of the door meant Nick had heard her and was getting them ready. After flushing the toilet, she dropped the sheet in the laundry basket and stepped into the clouded shower. She grinned, as she wasn't the only one having sore muscles it seemed. Turning on the warm water she waited until she could barely endure it anymore before she added some cold water. Her muscles relaxed a little after a few minutes of standing under the steady stream. Turning off the water she got out and dried herself. Luckily she found a clean set of clothing placed neatly on top of the toilet. Thanks for the clothes, Nick. When she stepped back into her bedroom she noticed as good as all her bags were neatly placed next to each other on her bed. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 08B "Are you planning to get everything going in just one go?" she asked. "As much as possible. The faster everything is moved, the better it is. You're in luck as well, I drove here in Chris' truck so we can take plenty with us already." She shook her head, talk about life being a roller coaster. Opening her closet she took in what she really needed and what could possibly wait to be picked up later. "I'll let you do some packing. I'm going to call the mansion and ask someone to clear up some space, to make room for yours," he told her after giving a quick hug from behind. "Yeah, yeah, just go already, I'll sort my stuff here," she dismissed him. Methodically she went through her clothes, folding work clothes neatly into one suitcase, casual clothes into a big bag. When she looked, she had to scratch her head, she didn't realize she had that many shoes. She picked out a few pairs she used regularly and she tossed the rest in another big bag. Finally she stepped back and she realized she practically had packed the whole closet, there were still a few empty bags left. Lost in the throes of packing she didn't notice Nick standing in the doorway, only when he cleared his throat did she realize he was there. "You've been packing for a whole hour, I think you will be fine for now. I took the liberty of ordering in some lunch," he told her. Just the idea of having lunch made her tummy growl. She didn't get any breakfast either, no wonder she was hungry. She followed him to the living room where she found her table neatly laid out for two. Several boxes covered in Chinese drawings were neatly lined up between their bowls. "I took a bit of everything. Have a seat and let's eat. I'm quite sure we're both very hungry," he suggested while pulling back her chair and helping her sit down. "I didn't realize I was this hungry until you mentioned lunch, I feel I could eat a horse," she admitted. "I know the feeling. Let's tuck in, before everything gets cold." After lunch, Nick put her bags in the back of the truck and drove them back to the mansion. She was getting used to the polite nods she was getting from the people around them. Even though she didn't need to, she returned the gesture. When all her bags were inside, she only unpacked a few, the less needed things she could do later. The thought that Nick wanted to get started on the restoration didn't leave her mind and the familiar buzz was humming through her body. She really wanted to start it and that's exactly what she told Nick. She waited for him on the couch, he was getting his laptop from his study. They could make a more elaborate list of what they needed and where they could order everything. Before they knew it, the moon was peeking through the windows. Looking outside, Fran felt the pull of it, her wolf whining that she wanted to get out and run. Tomorrow. Tomorrow you can run free, it isn't a full moon yet. One more day, you can wait one more day, she soothed her wolf. "Come, I'll make us a sandwich in the kitchen and then we'll wrap everything up for now. Then I'm going to run you a nice hot bath to relax. How does that sound?" he comforted her when he picked up the tension she was trying to tone down. "That sounds like a nice thing, but only if you join me," she replied. "You try and stop me," he replied with a laugh. He bent down over the couch and he picked her up in his arms. "Nick, what are you doing?" she squealed, grabbing his shoulder. "You look tired, so I'm carrying you to the kitchen and there you can patiently wait until our late dinner is ready," he answered. "I may be tired, but I'm still able to walk." "Hmm, but I like your body touching mine." Fran had to laugh at his last remark. He was 175 years old, but he was acting like a sixteen year old in love for the first time. Cuddling closer she had to admit she liked it. He carefully put her down on one of the kitchen chairs and made haste when making a few sandwiches. When they emptied the plate, he picked her up again and went to the bedroom. He lay her down in the middle of the bed and brushed her lips lightly with his own before getting up and walking towards the bathroom. You get undressed, by then I'll have the bath ready, he told her. Realizing just how tired she really was she groaned at the task at hand. She put on the silk dressing-gown she had laid on the bed after she was done unpacking. Standing in the doorway she looked at Nick. He was seated on the side of the bath, his massive torso naked. She took in the movements of his muscles of every little move he made. It almost seemed the wolf tattoo on his back was moving with him. Stepping up she couldn't resist touching him, following the lines of the black piece of art that covered his back. "There won't be a bath if you keep doing that, my sweet," he moaned. Getting up he turned around. He pulled at the tiny rope that was keeping her dressing-gown closed. Parting the fabric, he uncovered her smooth skin. Tempted by her sweet scent he bent down and lightly brushed his lips over the curve of her breasts. "In the bath, my sweet, before I change my mind and drag you to my bed." He winked at her. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and joined Fran, cradling her against his chest. They enjoyed the warm relaxing bath, comfortable just being together. "Come, I'll wash you, then we can get to bed. You'll need your rest for tomorrow. A first shift takes a lot of energy, so you'll need your sleep," he told her, while gently pushing her to sit up straight. When they were done, they slipped under the covers naked. Nick lay on his back, Fran snugly close to his side, her arms around his waist. Like that they drifted off to sleep. The next day they woke up early, nice and relaxed. Nick made breakfast again and after cleaning up the kitchen they decided to go for a walk in the woods behind the forest. "We'll be running here tonight, the whole pack will be present. I hope you're ready to be sniffed at all sides," he grinned. "Sniffed?" "Yes, they respected the fact you are a changed werewolf and wouldn't be able to shift until now. So tonight they'll be sniffing you out, familiarizing themselves with your smell as wolf and they'll show subservience to you as Alpha Female. It's their way of showing respect and acceptance of you as my mate, new pack member and position within the pack," he explained. "You'll enjoy it, trust me, even all the little pups are running with us. It's a joy to see them hobbling along." "I see. I can hardly wait. I feel her getting more restless with the hour. I can control her, but she's being very insisting about wanting out. Do I have to sniff the rest out as well?" she then asked. "Just let your wolf take over, she knows what to do. You'll be fine," he reassured her. After a quick lunch they spent the better part of the afternoon on the couch, telling each other of their past and Nick filled her in about more details he took care of being Alpha not only to his pack, but also to his part of the world. Right after dinner that evening Nick got a phone call. It was his brother Chris telling him he'd be joining in the run, but that he'd join them at the lake and that he was bringing his mate. Nick asked who it was, but Chris kept it to himself. He said they would see at the lake who it was, he wanted it to be a surprise. Nick scowled for a while after that call. Sure he didn't need permission to mate, one couldn't go against it. He just didn't understand why Chris was being so secretive about who his mate was. Hmm, he also said it would be a surprise for them, did he mean Fran by that? He really was getting curious now. Guess he'd know in a little while. It was nearing midnight when everybody was gathering at the back of the mansion. You could see many faces being turned upwards towards the moon that shone bright high up in the sky. I'm normally the one that shifts first and then they follow me. Tonight they'll wait until you have shifted as well. Are you ready? Ready as can be, she replied. Nick quickly undressed in front of everybody and shifted in a matter of seconds. He sat down next to her, gently brushing his cheek against her thigh. Your turn now. Just relax and let her take over, he reassured her. Pink blush had crept over her cheeks, realizing she had to strip in front of all of them, but she bit back the big lump in her throat. In a swift move she pulled off her shirt and pants and took a deep breath, closed her eyes and waited. A moment later she felt a painful itch going through her body, she heard bones snapping and when she opened her eyes again she noticed she was down on the ground. Looking around she could pick out small details of her surroundings she hadn't noticed before. After the mating, her senses were already more sensitive, but what she experienced now was nothing compared to how it was before. Turning her head she saw Nick's wolf at eye level. Then it dawned on her. I shifted! You look amazing, my sweet. I never would have guessed you would turn out to be so amazing. Look down and see what color you have, he urged her on. She did what he asked and she saw paws as white as snow. Puzzled a bit she tried to move. I'm white? I thought I'd be brown or something. I mean, you got black hair and you're a black wolf. Shouldn't I be a brown wolf then? Nick let our a small gruff and shook his head. Hair color has nothing to do with how we look in our wolf form. It's in our DNA. Mostly those in my family are black, but on occasion a white wolf is born, it's rare, but not unheard of. I didn't think it would be a possibility as a changed human, but you're the proof it can happen. You look stunning, my sweet. Ready to run now? She didn't even give an answer, but simply scooted off towards the forest. Nick let out a loud howl, signaling the pack, the run had started. He then ran after Fran, her white fur popping up occasionally between the branches. It didn't take much effort for him catching up with her and after a bit they were running together like a tandem. Fran lost herself completely to her wolf, enjoying the wind that brushed through her fur. She had been a little bit anxious about shifting and thinking back, the initial pain wasn't as bad as Nick made it out be. She felt joy, happiness and a lot of love for Nick. Running together like this was pure bliss. This is just amazing, Nick. And we do this every full moon? Yes, we do. You don't have to, but the call of the moon is too strong. It helps strengthen our bond as a pack, he explained. They kept running for a while longer, before Nick nudged her and hinted to follow him. They would all gather at the lake and rest together before going back home. Nick kept running at a steady pace, not going too fast so Fran could keep up. When they neared the lake he saw Chris had already arrived and was resting near a rock, a petite brown wolf resting cozily next to him. Fran, would you come with me? It seems one of my brothers isn't a single anymore, but he refused to tell me who his mate was. He was going to tell us here, he hinted it would be a surprise for you too. Just wonder what the little devil has been up to, he spoke to Fran. On his way to his brother he stopped at one of the wicker baskets that were brought here beforehand. Each contained a large amount of towels. Some preferred to stay as a wolf, some liked to take a midnight dip in the cold lake. But he thought Fran would appreciate the opportunity to cover herself when they talked to Chris and his mate. He pushed the lid to the side and grabbed two towels in his muzzle. Fran followed Nick towards the rocks where she saw a black and a brown wolf resting together. The black one looked similar as Nick, so that must be Chris. She saw him tenderly nudging the brown wolf in front of him, as if he was telling her to shift. It seemed the two were having a small mental discussion, but it appeared Chris had won because he nudged her again. A few seconds later a naked woman stood in front of them, she was slightly turned away, but Fran recognized the tiny butterfly tattoo on the hip of the woman. Without realizing it herself, she shifted as well and gasped. "Mia? Is that you?" she whispered. "Yes, it's me," came the shy reply. Nick sat down and looked at her as well. If he'd been in human form they would've seen the disbelief in his eyes. He quickly got his senses back and dropped the towels in front of the ladies, Mia thankful she could cover herself up and Fran letting out another gasp when it dawned on her she was naked and back in human form as well. It seems you two have some telling to do, go on. I'll see if I can get anything out of Chris, he told her while he gently nudged her in Mia's direction. If they have the same thing as we have there isn't much to explain. Then I'm happy for her. At least it makes it easier for me, she answered. I now have a friend who I don't have to keep secrets from. Holding out her hand, she waited for Mia, then walked away from the group. The next half hour was spent explaining and telling each other what all had happened to both of them. The only surprise for Fran was that Mia wasn't a changed werewolf, she'd been born one. She told a bit more about heritage, her father being a were and her mother being a druid. That last fact didn't surprise her anymore. If Merlin was real, then why couldn't there be druids? Mia explained how her mother had taught her how to hide her wolf side so it wouldn't be detected, not even by other wolves. She had taught her father the same thing, this made it possible for them to live where they wanted and stay out of harm's way from the pack's territory they were living in. Every few years they moved to hide the clear evidence they weren't aging like humans. She also explained she wasn't out of the woods yet, she had fought against the mating instinct but once Chris had found out he didn't back down until he had her. Mia knew she would have to explain herself, and her family's way of living for so long. Fran reassured her that if she stayed truthful, things would work out just fine. When they went back to the group they saw the three brothers sitting together near the edge of the lake. Each had covered themselves up with a towel. Fran and Mia slipped in between their respective mates and cuddled close. They sat together and enjoyed the silence between them. Their peace didn't last long because suddenly high pitched howls and yelps could be heard. A clear sign the group of pups were arriving as well. They stormed through the bushes at the edge of the forest. Some of them were still very young and by now very tired, but they didn't want to give up. After getting to the clearing next to the lake they all dropped down in unison and cuddled together, seeking each other out for comfort. That was good for all but the three little daredevils. Damon noticed Fran sitting at the lake and he hinted to his siblings where he was going. Silently they moved closer as if they were stalking out a victim. When they were close enough they all jumped on the adults. Damon jumped in Fran's lap, Bill chose Mia as his victim, drawn to the new scent he was picking up, and Robin tackled Ed. She failed miserably because he'd caught her midair and cradled her in his arms. When they all were over the first surprise of the triplet's attacks, the three pups wiggled loose and all gathered in front of Fran. Damon stepped forward and nudged her, his brother and sister followed and did the same. They all were wagging their tails. I'm not sure, but I think those three want you to shift again, Nick told Fran. That isn't a problem, I'll have to practice anyway, she replied while she poked him. Standing up, she loosened the towel, but held on to it. She closed her eyes and let her wolf take over. That painful itch she had felt the first time was barely noticeable this time around. In only a few seconds she had shifted and didn't feel any discomfort. She sat down next to three little pups who quickly gathered around her and snuggled up close. Without giving it a second thought she bent down and lapped at each one, comforting them as a mother would soothe her own kids. Then she lay down, careful not to hinder the little ones around her. She felt a bit of movement at her side but she put it down to the little ones getting more comfortable. "Well, I'll be damned," she heard Nick say, his eyes looking right next to her. "It seems we don't need to call in Merlin." Not sure what he was on about she turned her head as well. Next to her was now three little kids sound asleep. She couldn't believe her eyes. How different they looked as wolves, how similar they looked now. You couldn't tell who was Damon and who Billy was. The only sign the middle one was Robin was of the longer blond curls that covered her angelic face. Am I seeing right? They shifted? Fran asked Nick. It seems so. I'll go get their parents, they won't believe it unless they see them as well, he replied. In a second he shifted to his wolf and ran towards the big group of wolves that were resting and came back with two light brown wolves on either side. They stopped right in front of the sleeping little ones as they shifted. It was clear to see the kids had inherited their mother's golden locks. Fran wanted to get up, but the mother stopped her. "It's ok, just stay there. I don't know what you did, but I'm forever in your debt. I dreamed of the day they would finally shift, I was starting to get really worried, whether they were able to or not," their mother spoke politely. The kids must have sensed their parents being so nearby because they opened their eyes and got up. They all ran to their mother, who caught them in a big hug. She picked up Billy, while their father picked up Robin and Damon. "Daddy, wait," came the tiny voice from Robin. She wiggled a bit until her daddy put her back on the ground. She ran back to Fran and hugged her firmly. "Now we have even more in common," Robin whispered in Fran's ear before she made a spurt to her father again. 6 months later Nick lay down and relaxed in his bed, Fran's tired body sprawled over his. He couldn't be happier. Hugging her closer he went over the past months of their lives. After their first run she quickly had settled in his home. Bit by bit she had placed some of her belongings next to his and it made his home feel more like a real home. A month after she joined him at the company they had held a little retirement party for Arabella. He'd made sure she would get a nice going away present and he made her promise if she ever needed anything she was free to contact him at any hour of any day. Fran and himself got into a nice rhythm about their work and when he had to go out of the country she went with him. One always knew where the other was. He sighed. He was content with how his pack was thriving, especially now that his two brothers had found their mates as well. This morning Fran had given him the best present he could imagine. Later that day he was planning to give something in return. He smiled, remembering all the trouble he went through trying to sort his little surprise and keeping it hidden from Fran. He felt her stir on top of him. He trailed his fingers through her long locks. She moaned contentedly at the soft caress. "Morning, sunshine, ready for another day at the car? It's about time we finished it, don't you think?" he told her, making the first move towards his surprise. "It's already finished, we only have to polish it and take it for its official first drive," she replied while getting up. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 08B She rubbed her eyes, trying to push back the drowsiness of her early morning nap. Rarely had there been a day when Nick didn't wake her up and make love to her in the early morning hours, just before dawn. Then he just held her while she usually fell back to sleep, next or on top of him. She'd come to love the Fridays they spent working on the car, sure she did most of it, but she didn't mind, she enjoyed it. Last week the car was returned, covered in a brand new color. The only thing that was still needed was giving it a good rub down and making it all shiny. "But if you insist on finishing it today we better make a move on," she teasingly said. Getting more comfortable with her nakedness, she dropped the blankets and rose up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, hips swaying. Nick groaned when he saw her walking away. He would have preferred to drag her back to the bed and make love to her again. But his surprise today was more important. They could make love to each other for a long time to come. He started counting until she appeared from the bathroom again, hair still wet but fully clothed. At least he wouldn't be so tempted now, he hoped. "Do you want an easy breakfast or are you making one?" she asked when she passed the bed. "Just wait for me, I'll toss something together. Let me hop in the shower first," he answered. He watched her leave their room and he was sure she would be taking care of the coffee. Throwing the blankets aside, he ran to the bathroom and showered in record tempo. He didn't bother putting on his boxers, instead he slipped straight into his favorite black jeans before he joined Fran in the kitchen. She already sat waiting at the table, a mug of steaming coffee in front of her while she was browsing through the newspaper. That became her usual routine when he made breakfast. After they were done, Nick got the rest of his clothes and they walked towards the barn. Before they really started on the car he had reorganized it a little so they had plenty of room to work and even found space to put in some machinery they borrowed from Chris' shop. It made it easier than always going back and forth for little things. They never talked much when they were working on the car, not even mentally. They both liked it, they escaped reality for a little while and both did something they loved. Two hours later and Fran stepped back, taking in the result of their hard work. "I think she's finished now. What do you think?" she asked, not letting her eyes stray from the car. "Perfect, just perfect," he answered. Something in his tone made Fran look at him and saw he wasn't looking at the car at all but looking at her. He retrieved the car keys from his jeans pocket, secretly checked if his little addition to the key ring was still there, then tossed the keys to Fran. "Why don't you take her for a spin?" he said with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Without effort Fran caught the keys and made her way over to the car and got in. She was about to put the key into the ignition when she felt something sharp pushing in the palm of her hand. Turning it around she saw a ring attached to the car keys. She looked up for a second seeing Nick's face turned way. It was clear he was trying not to look her way. Not sure what to make of the ring she got out again and walked up to him. "Not sure if you know, but since when do we carry rings on our car keys?" she asked him. "Since the moment I wanted to marry the woman who's going to be the mother of my child," he told her huskily. It took a few seconds to sink in before Fran realized what he had said. "You want to marry? But we're already mated, wolves don't marry, you told me that yourself," she answered, confused. "I know, but there can always be firsts. I know for a fact you wouldn't make just me the happiest man on this earth if you say yes," he said. "As far as I know, I'd be marrying you, not some other man," she retorted. "Hmmm, but when you walk down the aisle, someone has to give you away or isn't that the normal way?" he spoke. "You mean to tell me my father knows about this?" She dangled the keys in front of him. "He does, he even helped me organize everything," he said as he pulled her in his arms. "I knew from the moment you said you didn't want to leave your family behind, I had to find a way to make you all happy." "Nick, as long as I have you, I'm happy. I understand our ways, a marriage isn't needed," she interrupted him. "I know. But you didn't forget the Italian roots of your father, did you?" he asked in return. "Think he would be ok with us 'just' living together forever?" Fran had to agree, it was a valid point. They already hadn't told her father straight away she had moved in so soon, they had waited four months before even telling him and even then he was still a bit skeptical about it. He got along fine with Nick, but it was true that the old fashioned sense of marriage always came through. "We only need one word from you and in less than a month you'll be calling yourself Francesca Saint Ives Whelan Ontario. Thinking about it, I'm going to have to order bigger envelopes with that name," he joked. "What do you say to let it be Francesca Whelan Ontario and we have a deal?" she told him, her eyes glittering with happiness. "I'm taking that deal, yes it is," he replied a second before slanting his lips over hers, proving his love once more. "Then you can tell your dad he's becoming a grandfather in nine months as well." "Are you sure about that?" she countered. "You didn't listen when I told you that I can smell when you're in heat and sweetheart, this morning you were definitely in heat and I hit the jackpot, no doubt about that." He grinned while he tenderly laid his big hand over her flat tummy. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 09 Here we are with the starting chapter for brother number two: Chris Whelan, he's the youngest of them all. Thanks go out again for Jazcullen doing the proofreading, the guild for their continuous support and advice and Asylum for an excellent job doing the final editing. The next chapter is currently on his desk as well and I'm working on the next one too. Hope you're all not too mad at me for taking so long with posting again. Enjoy the read and don't forget to vote and comment! SIW : Christopher Saint Ives Whelan Chapter One : A Deal Is A Deal. He cursed when he heard his phone ringing. After twisting and turning for hours he finally was falling asleep when the dreaded noise woke him up again. Squinting his eyes, he turned his head, trying to make out the time on his alarm clock. Two thirty in the morning, it showed. "Whoever is calling better have a damn good reason for waking me up in the middle of the night," he grunted as he turned around, sat up and reached for his mobile on the nightstand. Looking at the display, he raised an eyebrow. It was his brother Nick. Flipping open the phone, he answered the call. "Nick, do you know how fucking late it is? Some of us are trying to get some sleep!" Chris growled at his brother Nick, wishing he could punch his eldest brother for waking him at this ungodly hour. "Hello to you too Chris. I need a favor." "And that couldn't wait 'till morning or what?" "Not really. I need to get this sorted before noon." "What you're after then?" Chris replied a bit less grumpy. "Are you able to get your hands on an old, fast sports car? Preferably one that still needs quite a bit of work done. Price isn't an issue," he told him. "Why do you need an old wreck by tomorrow?" he asked, puzzled at the request of his older brother. "By noon," Nick answered. "Still. Why would you think I could pull that off? And again, what for?" He could sense the resistance of his brother. Hesitantly Nick said, "The thing is, I was in 'The Vixen' earlier tonight." "Yes, you go there on occasion, we all know that. What has that got to do with the fact you want a car wreck by noon tomorrow?" he urged his brother on. "Well, I found my mate," he blurted out. Silence followed. Chris lowered his mobile for a second then put it back next to his ear. "You're kidding me, right Nick?" he said, his voice not hiding his disbelief. "Nope, I know, of all places I ran into her in 'The Vixen'. But it's not going to be easy. For starters she's human, so she doesn't know what I am really. I'd love to mate her right here and now, but even I realize I can't do that. So I have to take things slow, gain her trust and bit by bit let her know there are more things that roam this earth than humans and animals," Nick explained. "A human, that won't go down well with the packs bitches, my dear brother, but I'm glad for you. But again, what's this all that got to do with you waking me in the middle of the night? Surely you didn't do so just to tell me you found your mate?" He was getting a little impatient now. "No, we didn't stay long, I offered her a ride home since her friends decided to stay a bit longer. Once we got to my car it turned out she has a passion for fast cars. Without wanting to go into detail, I would owe you one big time if you could find me an old car by noon tomorrow which we could fiddle with. She grew up fixing cars with her old man." "First of all, you don't fiddle with a car," he cut in. "She made that fact clear as well," Nick chuckled. "Second, I'll see what I can do. I won't promise anything. Where do you want it should I get hold of one?" he asked, his mind already working through the dealers he usually worked with. "You still got the key to my private garage?" "Yeah I have it." "There should be some room on the right side. I can move around the cars later if needed." "Ok, ok, again, not promising anything, but I'll see what I can find. Can I go back to sleep now?" Chris replied. "Yes my little brother, I'll let you go back to sleep now," Nick chuckled, ending the conversation. "Well I'll be damned, my big brother finally found his mate," Chris said aloud, lightly shaking his head in disbelief. Closing his mobile, he put it back on his nightstand. Knowing he had some calls to make in the morning, he set his alarm for seven o'clock, convinced it would give him enough time to come up with something that would fit his brother's request. He returned to twisting and turning until sleep overtook him once more that night. Suddenly he heard the annoying sound of his alarm clock going off. Blindly he stretched out his arm and slammed it a few times, hoping one of them would turn that darn noise off. He wasn't ready to get up yet, he wanted to sleep a little longer. Turning on his back, he kept his eyes closed, groaning at the thought of getting up, but then he remembered the favor his older brother had asked of him. Reluctantly he threw off the white sheet, uncovering his totally naked frame, and swung his long muscular legs over the edge of the bed. Bracing his arms on his knees, he bent over a little and brushed his hands through his shoulder length curly hair. He pinched the bridge of his sharp nose, hoping to drive away the drowsiness of the little sleep he'd managed to get. Giving himself a minute to wake up, he took in his clothes that lay scattered on the ground. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of yet another torn shirt. Before going home last night he had spent a few hours with a nice little lady. She first thought he was an easy catch. He smiled. He proved her wrong alright. After she realized his easy going attitude was in contrast with his sexual appetite, she was all too willing to submit to him. After he first restrained her hands and then when she still tried to lead things, he blindfolded her, making sure she had screamed his name and begged for more until her throat was hoarse. He didn't mind if a woman tried to have her way, but he hadn't met a single one yet that made him care much after the sexual act was done. He loved having the upper hand as much as he loved having his wicked way with a woman's body. But he couldn't bring himself to stay, not a single time. Always he looked down on the woman, a content smile plastered on their faces while they slept. With a single kiss on their head he always said goodbye and left them to wake up alone in the morning. Getting up, he stretched his muscular body and bit back a yawn. Scratching his head again, he looked down. He was getting puzzled why he always managed to wake up with his cock throbbing in earnest and demanding release. It didn't matter how restless he had slept. Or the fact he didn't remember having any vivid dreams that would explain his aroused state. He still woke up with a morning erection. He wandered over to his dresser, got some clean underwear and clothes and strolled further to his bathroom. He longed for a long warm shower. The muscles in his neck were acting up again, they felt like they were being stabbed by twenty daggers at the same time. A hot shower was so far the only remedy he found remotely useful. Laying his fresh clothes on one of the bathroom cabinets, he stepped in the shower. The first few icy cold streams of water made sure he was awake. Bit by bit the water became warmer and not long after it was searing hot. Bracing one hand against the wall, he bent his head, letting the scalding hot water run over his neck and shoulder blades. He stayed like that for several minutes, hoping that the initial ache in his neck would fade at least a little bit. Rolling his shoulders, they felt a bit more relaxed. He saw his cock still hadn't given up demanding some personal attention. Closing his eyes, his hand traveled south, embracing his hard member. Slowly he started moving his hand, resting a second when he covered the top of his cock, smearing the clear fluid that was oozing out over the rest of his deep red, engorged cock. His heart started pumping faster and his breathing became more labored the longer he kept up the slow torment he was putting himself through. He didn't believe in getting off quickly, that, in his mind, destroyed the earth shattering finale. He was a strong believer that each orgasm should be enjoyed to its fullest, by himself and the by the woman he chose to bed. By now he had to reposition his tall legs to steady himself. He leaned against the other wall in the shower, the hot water now cascading down over his face, chest and hard flesh. He groaned passionately, the hot water acting as an extra stimulant and urging him on. One hand still firmly jacking off his cock, his other hand cupped his balls and squeezed them, gently at first. He let them roll around a bit before he squeezed them a bit harder. Hard enough to send little shivers of pain up and down his spine, but good pain. Pain that felt that what you wanted was just within reach, just around the corner, ready for the taking. He bit his full lower lip when he finally felt the familiar twitching in his balls and could feel his cock throbbing mercilessly, wanting those last few strokes, those last squeezes. He wanted his release, he wanted to spill his seed. Finally he gave in to his deep urges and he started pumping his flesh fast, coaxing out his release. He released his balls and placed his free hand on the wall in front of him. He was glad he could brace himself a bit more when he felt his balls tightening up, his seed traveling upwards and finally spurting out of him with each stroke he administered on his throbbing flesh. He kept squeezing and pumping until he felt he didn't have a drop left to spill on the shower floor, the evidence quickly being washed away by the hot water that was still hitting him on his tall, quivering frame. After several minutes he pulled himself together and washed himself quickly, a bit disappointed he had to take care of this problem by himself, again. He didn't shy away from female companionship and he was the first to admit he was a ladies' man and he enjoyed giving them pleasure, as well as receiving it. But as of late he was feeling an emptiness inside, a longing for something he didn't know yet. Quickly he dried himself and donned his clothes and made his way to his small kitchen to make a fast breakfast. Once done, he gathered his papers and notebooks from work and got to work, making tons of calls, hoping he would find the one thing his brother was looking for. After three hours of cursing, he tossed the phone next to him, he wasn't having any luck. Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned back. He was running out of time. He really needed the car in an hour, so he had an hour on top of that to make sure it was in his brother's garage. He rummaged through his papers and came across a business card from a seller of old exclusive vintage cars. He bit back a sigh again, he knew of his reputation, he had a ninety nine percent success rate when it came to finding the old gems. But as far as he knew he only delivered pristine cars and he was looking for an old car that could use some TLC. It can't hurt to try, he thought to himself. He dialed the number and hoped somebody was present at the other end. "Ontario Vintage Cars, this is Mia talking, how can I help you?" the familiar soft voice said on the other side. He couldn't help but smile, her voice had that effect on him, it didn't matter what she said. "Hi, Mia, it's your avenging angel," he teasingly replied, knowing he mildly ticked her off when acting the charmer. "Oh, it's you," Mia replied flatly. "What do you need?" "You're already giving it to me, just keep talking," he kept up the teasing. "Will you cut it out already? Just tell me what you want, I know it's something important, else you wouldn't be calling us on the weekend," she stopped his teasing. "Ok, ok. I'm looking for an old car, but it doesn't need to be in pristine condition," he started saying. "I tried all my other contacts and they don't have what I'm after. I know you only deal in pristine cars, but I thought, what the heck, I may as well give them a try, you never know. So how are my odds? They looking a bit good?" "Give me a minute, I'll check our books. I've been on leave for a while, so I'll have to check what is in stock. I'll be two minutes, if you don't mind waiting on the phone," Mia replied. "By all means, take your time, if you have anything, I'll be forever in your debt, to do with as you please," he answered. He bit back his laughter, his mind swarming with very naughty ideas he'd be willing to do. Sadly he wasn't able to put a face to her name, they only talked on the phone, but her voice, to him, was so enchanting. Even if she was reading the daily stock numbers to him, he still would be listening with pleasure. He was just so enthralled by her voice. Trapping the phone between his ear and his shoulder, he made a neat pile of his papers while waiting for Mia to get back to him. He could hear the bristling of papers and the clicks of her typing on a keyboard. Not long after he heard her sweet voice again. "It seems you are a very lucky man," she started to say, but Chris interrupted her. "Does that mean you finally will go out with me?" "Sorry, I have to shatter that dream. On the other hand, we may have a car you might be interested in," she answered. "I'm always interested in anything with nice curves," he teased again, knowing his last remark sounded a bit cheesy, but when it was Mia on the phone, he just couldn't help himself. "You're incorrigible, Chris. Does it never get boring, pretending to be such a charmer all the time?" Mia countered him. "With you it never is boring. But you had a car I may want?" "Yes, I have. I have the sheet in front of me, it seems to be in working order, but it really could do with some cleaning up and some small bits need replacing. I wonder what the boss was thinking when he got this car, but you're lucky, it's tagged for sale," she answered. Taking in what she just said, it seemed the car was just perfect and fit the bill for what Nick had in mind. "What type of car is it then?" he asked. "It's a classic really, it's a Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500, the price is doable since it isn't in pristine condition," she added. "Price isn't an issue this time. The car is actually for my brother and he gave me no limits. The car sounds perfect. If you set up the sale papers now, when do you think I can pick it up? I'll bring one of my own garage trucks, so transportation is taken care of." "It's your lucky day, the car was only brought in last week, so it's still up front. Drawing up the papers only takes five minutes, so basically you can come pick it up whenever you can." "Ok, I'll be there in twenty minutes, be ready," he hastily spoke. He had two reasons for suddenly being in a rush: first, he had found a car for his brother and needed to get it over right away, and secondly, he was finally going to see Mia. "Alright, see you in a bit then and I'll have the papers ready," she ended their conversation. After hanging up the phone he couldn't help but produce a loud, victorious, "Yes!" Leaving all his stuff on the coffee table, he felt an unfamiliar rush going through his veins. He pushed back the feelings. Sliding his feet into his worn Timberlands, he rushed to his own garage, on his way out grabbing the keys to the big truck. Doing his best not to break the speed limits, he drove skillfully through the easy Saturday morning traffic. Up the road he saw the well known sign of "Ontario Vintage Cars" and he pulled up right in front of it. Approaching the main building, he always stood still for a minute and took in the nice view of all the vintage cars. They were all in tip top shape and were shining brightly in the summer sun. Letting out an appreciative sigh he then made his way inside. He did hear the doorbell, announcing his arrival, but he stopped dead in his tracks. He'd been here many times before, but was always unlucky as Mia was never present. She was now. Captivated like a moth to a flame he stood there, drinking in the beauty of the woman seated behind the desk. He had to grin because no matter how beautiful she was, it was evidently clear she had no color coordination. Or she was dressing like a bohemian on purpose, blindly pulling clothes out of her dresser, not caring if they matched or not. "Hello there," he said, breaking the silence. "Your prince charming has arrived." Fully turning towards him, Mia looked him straight in the face. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but suddenly he saw a certain reservation pass over her pretty face. "You must be Chris, I have the papers ready, just have to sign them and sort the payment," she politely said as if she was talking to a complete stranger. He didn't like her tone, sure they had never met in real life before but they talked so many times on the phone he at least hoped she wouldn't act so reserved toward him. Not sure what had triggered her response, he decided to act as if nothing had changed. "Do you already want to get rid of your prince charming so fast? You've wounded my heart now," he said, placing his hand over his heart and acting a little hurt. As his eyes focused on her face he saw the corner of her mouth twitch just a little, convincing him she wasn't so unresponsive to his antics as she wanted him to believe. "I'm sure your heart will survive another day. We have other things to take care of," she replied hastily. "Yup, we have, like when I'm finally taking you out on a date?" he hopefully countered. When Mia shook her head slightly, he noticed. He picked up the little twinkle in her eyes when she looked up again. "I see you don't give up easily, so how about a little deal?" she asked. Surprised at her sudden change of behavior he could only go along. He already knew he just had to see her again. Now he could put a face to the name, there was no stopping him. "What little deal did you have in mind then?" he asked inquisitively. "I'm not saying I'm going on a date with you straight away. But if we meet again, face to face, I'll promise I'll think about it," she told him. Smelling an opportunity a mile away he jumped straight in. "Not think about, my lady, but you'll accept my invitation. If we meet again, which I really hope we do, you'll agree to go out with me. You can even pick the place and everything, I'll be the perfect prince charming," he said to her. He knew it might be a little to forward, but she gave him an in and he'd be a fool not to take it, especially since he noticed she wasn't completely unresponsive to him. He waited patiently for her reply, he could almost see the little wheels turn inside her head, thinking about what to do. Biting back a groan when she wet her lower lip and then bit on it lightly, he closed his eyes. The images passing by roused his manhood. Suddenly feeling like he had on pants two sizes too small, he was glad he had put on a loose shirt that would cover his growing bulge. Her soft reply startled him out of his daydreaming. "Ok, you got a deal. Next time we come across each other, I'll accept your invitation. I'll expect nothing less than the best treatment though," she almost whispered. He felt a wide grin crossing his face, his mind going into overdrive thinking of a way he could "accidentally" bump into her again without it being too obvious. "That's a deal then, my lady, one I really hope will happen very soon," he agreed. "Now that is out of the way, mind if we sort the papers now?" she quickly changed the subject, trying to look busy with the papers in front of her. "Anything you want, my lady," he replied, keeping up his prince charming act. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 09 "These are the sales papers, for now I've put them in your name, but I know it's not for you, so if at some point you need to transfer the car to its rightful owner you have to get that changed at the town hall. This bundle is to finalize the sale, the other one states you are aware of it's non pristine condition, but it states what is working. Just sign off each page and leave your signature on the last one, I'm sure you know the drill," she ended her explanation. "I'm sure the papers are fine, I'll sign them right away. If something is wrong I have a good, nice reason to come back," he winked. "Uh, uh, this is work. That will not be part of your little deal. I know how easy it would be for you to drop by then," she stopped him. "Damn, you got me there, my lady. That means I'll have to be more creative then?" He saw the little twinkle in her eyes again, proving to him she liked their verbal bantering as much as he did. "Yes, you'll have to be really lucky then," she answered. Checking the time he realized he didn't have much time left before he had to have the car in place so, much to his dislike, he turned a bit more serious and grabbed the papers she had laid in front of him and browsed through them. It was a standard contract like many others he had signed before. He signed off each page and planted his signature on the last page. He repeated the same with the other bundle of papers. Making a neat pile of them he handed them back to Mia, their fingers briefly brushing against each other. That innocent touch move shocked him. As innocent as it was, he felt shivers going up and down his spine. Looking intently at her he was sure she experienced the same because she suddenly appeared very uneasy. "Here, these should be in order now. Sorry that I have to cut my time a bit short, but I have a little deadline I must make. It has been my utmost pleasure to finally put a beautiful face to the voice that's been haunting my dreams, my lady," he said politely. He would have loved to stay longer, but sadly his promise to his older brother promise prevented him [for - from] pursuing her any further. Accepting the papers, she placed them in front of her. "Well, it's been nice doing business with you. 'Till the next time we meet," she answered in the same way. Reluctantly he reached for the keys she left in front of him, said his goodbyes and turned around to walk outside. With the doorknob in his hand he just caught the whispered words he was sure weren't meant to reach him, "I do hope we meet again." He was startled for a brief second, a big grin appearing on his face, making him even more determined to meet up with her. After securing the Mustang on his truck, he gave one last longing look towards the building where he knew Mia was sitting behind her desk. While driving to the family's estate, also the primary address of his brother, he was going over different ways of getting in touch with her again. If need be he'd call in a few favors to get to know more about her, but he was certain he had to see her again. He was already imagining her in his bed, straddled over him, her hands held together behind her by one of his big hands, while his free hand was expertly tormenting her to the brink of ecstasy. His bed? he thought. That's a first. He normally never took his women to his place, always went to theirs. Admitting to himself, Mia sprawled out on HIS bed would be an appealing picture. While driving, his mind wandered back to the bohemian looking woman more than he wanted to admit. There was something about her he craved to have, wanted to dominate, wanted to please and enjoy. Just before turning on to the estate's road, he made up his mind. After the weekend he'd put their pack's investigators on her, he just had to find a way to meet her again. His curiosity was sparked and he needed to know. He dropped off the Mustang and covered it up with one of the canvas tarps lying about, knowing his brother wanted the car to be a surprise for his future mate. Back at his place he tidied up the papers he had left scattered about before he left. Oddly enough he didn't have any other plans for that afternoon. Zapping through the TV channels he didn't find a program that sparked his interest. Picking up his phone he dialed his second brother Ed and arranged for them to meet up that night in his club "The Vixen". Not much later his other brother, Nick, called him asking for something about the car. He asked to join him tonight as well if he wanted to and after hearing about Fran's friends, he extended the invitation to them. He could easily call back Ed and let him reserve them a VIP room for the evening. He was curious about the woman who finally sparked his brother's interest. ~*~*~*~ Mia was trembling from the second Chris had walked inside until he left again. Pinching the top of her nose, she closed her eyes and shook her head. She had to call her mom immediately, she needed her advice right away. Dialing the familiar number, she waited patiently for her mother to pick up the phone. "Hello, my dear, how can I help you?" she heard when the phone was picked up on the other end. Her mother had the odd thing of always knowing when she called and whether it was for help or just to catch up on things. Over the years she had gotten used to the direct way her mother started conversations over the phone. "We're in trouble, Mom. Well not really we, but me specially. I've just met my mate. He only didn't pick it up 'cause I was cloaking myself like you taught me. But something tells me even without him knowing what I really am, he'll come back someday. I'm just not sure about what will happen once he does know how things are. I could sense he's a high placed wolf, so I might be in the deep end here. Help?" she ended in a tiny voice. "Oh, sweetie. You knew that you'd run into your mate one day, today is that day. Hiding yourself from him won't help either of you. Best you can do is tell him straight out and if he makes an issue of it I will talk to him. I'm sure he'll understand then. I know it was our choice not to stay with a pack and be on our own and I know it's only because of that and who I am we were able to stay under the radar for so long. But just follow your wolf, she'll guide and help you," her mom finished. "He he, if I would have listened to her, she would have mated him on the spot. She was driving me nuts. Couldn't blame her though, he is one fine specimen of a man, very pleasing to the eye, a real charmer. Strange little fact is we talked to each other so many times on the phone, but when he walked in here today. Mom, you know I'm not easily lost for words, but I was today," Mia went on. She could hear her mom trying to hold back her laughter at the revelation. "My dear, I can't wait to meet him, if he's able to shut you up, he must be quite the man then," Mia's mom replied. "He is, trust me, he is." Mia let out a little sigh. "I don't know how this will turn out, it's not as if we agreed to meet up again. I even tried my best to avoid it. Yet he managed to make me agree to go out with him if we did meet again." "Do you know how to get in touch with him?" her mom asked then. "Yes, he's one of our regular buyers, so getting his phone number isn't a big deal, it's just that I'm not sure if I'm ready for that just yet. I need a bit of time. I know I can't keep fighting my wolf and I won't, but I need to get my head around all this. It could go two ways. You know local packs don't take kindly to pack-less wolves. It's the main reason why you taught dad and me to cloak ourselves." "Sweetie, if he really is your mate and if it's true that he's of a higher rank in his own pack, he would think twice before harming you. Like I said, trust your wolf and come clean right away. You know if it really comes to it, you can contact me always and I'll be there in a second," her mother reassured her. "I know, Mom, I know. That doesn't make it any easier though. Well I guess I'll hope for the best then, wish me luck, I believe I'm going to need it," she started to end their conversation. "You'll be fine, my dear, you are after all a daughter of mine, we don't give up or give in so easily. I'm only a phone call away, so is your dad. He sends his greetings as well. But I'll leave you now, do keep me informed though. Talk to you later, my dear," her mom ended her part of the conversation. "Thanks mom, give dad a hug and a kiss from me. I'll call in a few days and let you know how things are," Mia said, then put down the phone and let out a loud sigh. If she could she would give herself a smack upside the head, that's how silly she felt right now. Of all people, HE turned out to be her mate. Chris Whelan. How many times had they talked on the phone? She admitted she loved those calls, even though they were always work related he found an opportunity to try and charm her and try asking her out and she always resisted. She didn't know much about him really, she knew he had a well running garage and that he bought from them on a regular basis. Not able to hold in her curiosity she google'd his name. Oddly enough there were barely any hits, which only strengthened her belief the pack he was part of was pretty important and wealthy. After trying a few other combinations she gave up, there simply wasn't anything to find about Chris Whelan on the net besides the fact he owned a blooming car business. Closing her eyes, she pinched the top of her nose, again. And shook her head, again. She knew her mother had said to trust her wolf and come clean the second she saw him again, but she had no clue how she was going to handle that. Let alone how she was supposed to meet with him without rousing his suspicion. Promising herself she would give it some serious thought later that day, she tried to focus on the paperwork piled upon her desk. Realizing going out the night before hadn't been the best idea, but her friends wanted her along, one of them was celebrating her new job. Her friends didn't know that "The Vixen", even though a popular club, was also often frequented by other werewolves. She had been wary at first going in, but once inside she relaxed. She felt her cloaking spell was strong enough not to be picked up and she relaxed with her friends. On the dance floor they got pushed over and if it wasn't for a huge man stepping in, her celebrating friend, Fran, would have fallen to the ground. She stiffened initially, the man smelled of wolf and of Alpha. She quickly eyed him up and down and her gaze got fixed on how he looked at Fran. Right away she knew her friend was in for the time of her life. She wasn't part of a pack but she did recognize when a wolf got happy, finding that one precious thing that would make him happy. He looked rugged with his long black hair, dressed completely in black, but it suited him. But the way he held Fran was as if she was the most valuable and precious thing in the world to him. She knew she couldn't step in without revealing herself, even her own wolf told her to stay out of it and she agreed. Fran was in good hands. Reassuring her other friend, Lis, she nodded towards Fran in approval, grabbed Lis and went back to their booth. When the pair joined them in the booth it was pretty clear Fran was at ease with the tall dark man. By lack of space he had let her sit on his lap while he politely joined in their conversation without being too nosy. She noticed Fran growing more tired and Nick, she now at least knew his name after exchanging greetings, was holding her possessively. Cunningly Mia made it clear she wasn't ready to go home yet and would love to stay a bit longer. Knowing they all came here in just one car, it was the perfect opportunity for Nick to step in, which he did, and Fran agreed to let Nick drive her home. She and Lis spent part of the night dancing away or chatting to their more shy friend Bron, who never left the booth once, acting as the trusted guardian of their purses. They stayed pretty late and with only a few hours of sleep, she had managed to drag herself to her first day of work again. A Saturday even! Thankful for the fact she'd be done in half an hour. Giving up on getting through the papers in front of her, she resorted to cleaning up her desk slowly, hoping she'd fill the time until her work shift was over. They were only open during the morning. The afternoon and Sunday they were closed. Her mind kept drifting back to what a the tall handsome man Chris was. She liked the curly black hair and she loved that no matter how obvious it was he tried to restrain his locks, a few always escaped, giving him a leisurely look about him. He dressed casually, but it couldn't hide his muscular frame, his broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist. When he had walked away and stopped for a brief second before stepping outside, she could only applaud the fact his back side looked as yummy as did his front. Looking at the clock a last time, she was relieved to find it was closing time. Picking up her bag, she closed down for the day and went home. Her mind bristled with ideas of what she could whip up for lunch, knowing it was one of the ways she used when she needed to think about things. She stopped on her way home to get a few ingredients and once in her kitchen she placed them on her counter. She had kicked off her shoes the minute she walked into her hallway, her bag dropped carelessly next to them. Her tummy protested very loudly, demanding food. It didn't take her long to put together a nice, big lunch. She grinned lightly, thinking the stores thought she had a large family, considering the large amount of meat she bought there regularly. She had managed to escape her whirling mind for a little while, but once the kitchen was tidied up again, one image sneaked into her mind again. Feeling her cheeks get warmer, she wanted to curse at herself. Knowing it was a hard situation that would arise sometime soon, she wasn't one for acting all girly. She was a blunt, to the point, no bullshit kind of woman. Now she stood here, drooling like a teenager over the image that had nestled itself in her mind. Reaching her room, she decided to take a little nap, hoping some of the fatigue of last night's excesses would disappear. Removing her clothes, she then slipped under the covers of her bed, shut her eyes and willed herself to sleep. It was one of the perks of having a mixed heritage, she wasn't 'just' a wolf, she was a wolf with extra abilities thanks to her mom being a druid. Apart from the cloaking spell she used almost 24/7, she didn't use much of her "extra" powers, just this little one she loved. Within seconds she was sleeping like a baby with the knowledge she would wake up in an hour or two. Sadly it didn't work for longer sleep but she was glad she could use it to take a little nap now and again and feel refreshed afterward. When she woke up later that afternoon, she found a text on her cell phone. Lis let her know they would be going to "The Vixen" again tonight, but they would be having a VIP room. Lis also added it was thanks to Fran they were able to go again. Groaning loudly, she dropped back into her crumpled sheets. Thank god she had taken the little nap then. Going out two days in a row would normally not tire her so much, but in her own defense, she had just spent two weeks partying at the other side of the world and had to go back to work immediately two days after she had gotten home again. Having enough time left to get ready for later, she closed her eyes and focused on her personal predicament once more. Not wanting to linger too long, she made up her mind. First thing she would do when she got back to work on Monday was get his details and phone him. No time like the present to come clean. Feeling smug she made up her mind so fast, she tried to push it to the back of her mind and focus on the evening, wondering what it would have in store for her this time. ~*~*~*~ Chris sat at the bar, a bottle of beer cradled in his hands. The club wasn't crowed yet so he didn't mind staying on the ground floor for a little while. Ed, his brother, had told him Adam would be joining them as well. When he had stopped at his place for dinner Ed made the mistake of mentioning Fran and Nick were most likely to come to the club that evening. He had a hard time convincing Adam not to join, but he wouldn't budge. Ed didn't mind really, Adam was like their fourth brother, even though he was a lot younger than them and wasn't part of their pack. Chris smiled a little smile, he knew Adam was a nosy son of a bitch, but he meant well. Before Adam had started his little tavern in town, the two of them hung out regularly and if he admitted it to himself, he missed those times. For once he cheered at Adam's persistence to join them tonight, it had been too long since they had all been together. And well, truth be told, they all wanted to check out the lady that finally put Nick at ease. Ed was in for a surprise though, he hadn't told his brother what was really was going on between those two, it even caught him off guard when Nick told him in the middle of the night. He couldn't wait to see how they would be together. Nick being their Alpha was taller than all of them and certainly had no "mainstream" looks with his long raven black hair and rugged biker air around him. Despite the looks he was a fair leader, who leaned heavily on his two brothers when it came to their own pack. Which was understandable since he also acted as Alpha Alpha for their part of the world. It meant, next to his own pack, he also had control of all other packs in that particular area. But he was fair. In other areas it was common for the Alpha Alpha to act like a true dominant over the others as well, but not Nick. He ruled his own pack and overlooked the others, having regular meetings with the other Alpha's. Nothing happened they didn't know about or couldn't get on top off straight away. Nick was well respected amongst their kind and with good reason, Chris could only applaud the fact after all these decades he had finally found his mate. Maybe now he would take some time off and relax a bit more instead of being buried in work almost 24/7. Chris snapped out of his reverie when a big hand landed on his shoulder. "Good evening, mate, it's been too long. How have you been?" said the tall broad bundle of muscles behind him. Turning around, he returned his welcome and slapped him hard on the shoulder as well. "I've been good, Adam. And yourself? Still wooing the ladies with the wonderful cooking you do?" he replied. "Of course, mate. They just love it, have to beat them off me," Adam joked. "Hmm, if that is so then where has that trail of lovely women disappeared to?" he teased the gruff looking man. "I let the bouncers deal with them, I'm sure they love all the attention," he grinned in response. Chris help up his bottle towards the bar keeper and held up two fingers, making clear he wanted another round for Adam and himself. Grabbing their beers Chris motioned to the stairway, indicating to go up to the VIP area. More people were arriving and even though he didn't mind crowds, he preferred a little bit of quietness when having a conversation with a friend. It was agreed with Ed that he would escort Fran's friends up to the VIP lounge when they arrived. Chris was sure that right now he was looking at several TV screens monitoring the in and outside of the club meticulously. The two men sat down in the lounge and continued their bantering and digging up past occurrences. Not much later Chris turned when he heard the door open up. The first one to enter was a petite redhead, she looked pretty yet demure, she looked at them shyly. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 09 "Come on Bron, they don't bite and we can't stay in this passageway forever," a husky voice spoke up behind the little redhead. He noticed her cheeks were turning a slight shade of pink. But encouraged by the bold statement of her friend she stepped aside to let the rest in. It was only when her two other friends entered that Chris held in his breath. It was her! She hadn't noticed him yet since she was talking silently to her husky voiced friend. When she turned to face them he saw Mia's eyes widening in surprise and he picked up her fast intake of breath. It seems the little kitten isn't so unresponsive as she seemed to be he thought to himself. "So we meet again, my lady," he winked at her, extending his hand to her. When they touched it felt like little sparks went through them. Chris held his eyes fixed on her, taking in her reaction. She was being awkwardly quiet, which seemed so unlike her. "It seems we are," she finally spoke softly, which granted her a curious glare from both her friends. Even they noticed she wasn't acting like her normal self. He picked up her slight uneasiness so he took the lead. "I'm Chris, the younger and more handsome brother of Nick, old grouchy behind me is Adam. You already have met Ed," he pointed behind them to his brother. The husky voiced blonde followed his example and introduced them in turn. "It's seems you already know Mia." She put her hand on the little redhead's shoulders and continued. "This is Bron and I'm Lis. Nice to meet you too," she ended, holding out her hand in greeting. Ed stepped closer and shut the door. "Would you mind telling me what you'd like to drink? Then I'll sort the drinks and then we can sit and get to know each other a little better and wait for Nick and Fran to arrive," he asked the group. "That's a wonderful idea," Lis replied. "I'll have a white wine, please." "I'll just have the same of this," Adam said, holding up his bottle of beer. "Me too," Chris said. "Just water for me," Bron said in a soft voice. "I'll join you with a beer," Mia said. Silently Adam had stepped between Chris and Bron and was looking at her intently, but she skillfully avoided his attention. "Come, let's sit down, Ed will be back in a second," Chris broke the awkward silence that had fallen over them after Ed had left. Bron and Lis sat down in one of the big love couches that occupied the VIP lounges. Adam sat down opposite them and Chris swiftly seized the opportunity to guide Mia to the other couch and sat down next to her. It was Lis that broke the ice, asking if any of them knew when exactly Fran and Nick would arrive. Little by little the group relaxed and when Ed was back with their drinks, the conversations really went easy. Adam started telling one anecdote after the other. Even Bron started to relax. Chris leaned over to Mia and whispered in her ear "You do know we had a deal, right?" She only nodded in reply. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "I won't pressure you, but you know we're going on another proper date now?" Again she only nodded. "Tomorrow," she whispered after a while, slowly turning her head towards him. Chris felt a big grin appearing on his face. "Anywhere particular you want to go to?" he asked quietly. "Somewhere not crowded and private, I'm sure you'll come up with something," she answered. "Ok, I'll pick you up around lunchtime then?" he asked hopefully. If lunch went fine, he had enough ideas in his head he could fill the rest of the afternoon with. "That's fine." "And where do I have to pick you up then, my lady?" he teased a little. Calmly she opened her tiny purse and pulled out a small plain business card and handed it to Chris. It contained her full name, address and phone number. Mia Barlow, he thought. Her surname sounded familiar, but tonight was not the time to dwell on little things, it would come to him at the right time. Tonight he wanted to enjoy her company. He longed to hear the cheeky woman again he knew she could be, she'd been quiet for most of the evening, her friend Lis leading most of the girls' conversations. He leaned towards her again and whispered, "I wonder who kidnapped my sweet Mia though. Don't tell me I already have to go look for her and save her from some awfully horrendous dragon?" He saw her lips perk up in a smile. "That dragon wouldn't survive me," she replied, her normal spark coming back to the forefront. "Damn, that means I can't prove my qualities as your prince charming yet," he pretended to sulk. "You'll survive, no worries," she answered. Glad he saw a bit of her spunk coming back he relaxed back and looked at the rest of the group. Lis and Adam were still chattering away. But Chris noticed the side way glances Adam was having at Bron and he wondered for a brief second. Adam was nosy, everybody that knew Adam was aware of that fact. Chris wondered if his interest was out of curiosity or could there be more at play? Suddenly the door opened and Nick and Fran entered the room. "Hello all," she greeted the group. "How are you all doing?" "Good evening, I'm Chris. I think you already know the loudmouth over there," he presumed, tilting his head towards Adam. "And this is Ed," Chris finished, pointing to the last man in their party. "I think I can speak for myself, Chris," Ed announced. He then turned to the pair that just entered and said his own hello. "Glad you could make it, Nick, and welcome to my humble palace," he directed to Fran. "We already introduced ourselves to your lovely friends, we were just waiting for you two to make an appearance." "As you see, we made it. How is the club tonight, Ed?" Nick asked the older of his two brothers. "Packed as usual on a Saturday evening, but the majority still has to arrive," Ed replied, giving his brother Nick a curious look at the same time. Chris knew the two were "talking" and the grin that appeared on Ed's face only confirmed it. Nodding towards the girls, who by now were happily chatting away amongst themselves, Nick mentioned to the others to join them. Gently grabbing Fran's shoulders Nick bent down and kissed her neck and brushed his cheek against hers, letting the other males in the room know she was his and his alone. He was rewarded with wide grins and chuckles from the three men. "Come on ladies, we didn't invite you to have you all sitting here and chatting the evening away, let's go down and get some shaking done!" Chris said joyfully, extending his hand out to Mia. "That sounds like a brilliant idea," Mia answered, accepting his gentleman like gesture, "let's go party." Fran and Nick were already waiting by the door. Lis came as well, but Bron hesitated. "Mind if I stay here? You know I don't dance," she hesitantly spoke up. "Of course they don't mind, I'll stay and keep you company," Adam stepped in. "To tell you the truth, I've got two left feet, I would only embarrass them down there, so I might as well stay here with you," he told her in a conspiring tone. Adam noticed a slight blush creeping up her cheeks, which in his eyes made her even more adorable. Adam hoped that he did a good job of hiding his interest from the Whelan brothers. When the girls arrived not long ago he felt like he'd been hit by a sledgehammer and he simply couldn't pass up the opportunity to spend some time alone with the petite redhead. Nick and Fran were the first to get on the dance floor, followed by the others. Chris didn't stray from Mia for a second. He noticed she was a bit more herself again and he told her that as well. "I'm glad you're opening up again. I like this Mia a lot better then the silent one," he spoke close to her ear. She glared angrily at him. "Really, I was about to go and get my clown costume just to get a smile out of you. Honestly," he said again. She looked curiously at him, imagining him in a clown suit. Giving up she let out a hearty laugh. "First you're my prince charming and now you're going to act like a clown. You shouldn't have started a garage but should have gone to Hollywood and become an actor," she told him in return. He shook his head negatively. "Then I wouldn't have the pleasure of hearing you talk back to me so often," he spoke, just loud enough for her to hear it. He was almost nuzzling her neck each time either of them spoke and her scent was intoxicating. Not wanting to resist temptation he briefly brushed his lips over her shoulder. He felt her tense up and relax again. The last reaction made him a little bolder and he actually kissed her neck now, slowly moving up. He captured her earlobe and gave it a little tug. Her head rested on his shoulder now, her breathing indicating she was enjoying this. He cupped her face and tilted her chin with his other hand. He moved in to kiss her but was met by her hand instead of her lips. Chris looked puzzled, did he understand her wrong? "Chris, please don't. Humor me in this, let's just have fun tonight, don't complicate things," she said silently. She knew he'd hear it anyway. "Don't get me wrong, I want to as well, but tonight I just want to have fun. I should have stopped you earlier, I apologize for that, I didn't want to lead you on," she continued in an apologetic tone. "Did I do something wrong then?" he asked, not sure where her sudden change came from. That was twice in one evening now. "No you didn't, what you did was actually quite nice," she admitted, sporting a small smile. "We'll talk about it tomorrow? I'll explain then, but I don't want to ruin this evening. Just each enjoy each other's company, ok?" she pleaded lightly. "I can't say I understand it, but if that's what you want, I'll go along with it. We'll just add it to the deal then, a date and explanation, right?" he countered her question. At least she isn't backing away. I wonder what it is she wants to tell me that is so important that we can't get closer now. "That's a deal," she agreed. They continued dancing and they played a few slow songs and he was happy he could hold her close. She felt like she belonged there. Mia could hear the beating of his heart and she had to smile that even though they made the deal, he still planted light kisses on the top of her head while they shuffled over the dance floor. Not much later Fran tapped her shoulder and told them Nick and her were leaving, they were going up to say goodbye to Adam and Bron. She left after a quick hug and a promise to call her later in the week to catch up on some gossip. The rest stayed a bit longer but then also made their way back up. Chris couldn't resist touching Mia while going upstairs. Either he gently held her hand or kept his hand on her lower back, guiding her in front of him. Something called to him and he didn't want to fight it. He was trying to respect her plea not to let things go too far. He knew the three women had arrived together, Bron was their designated driver for the evening, but he admitted to himself that he hoped Mia would agree to let him take her home. Maybe he could coax her to talk there. So many years he had enjoyed their bantering over the phone, but now that he had met her in person he was even more intrigued by her. He wanted to know more. Maybe he should try and give himself a bit of an advantage and ask his brother if he could take Lis home. He thought Adam would like that idea as well, seeing as he volunteered so easily to stay with Bron and he suspected the man had more than just a little interest in the redhead. Ed, mind doing me a favor? he asked his brother. He didn't actually reply, but gave him a questioning look. The girls came together, but I'd like to take Mia home. I thought that if you volunteered to drive Lis home, she'll be more agreeable accepting my invitation for the same. And the purpose of that would be? Ed asked in return. I don't know really, but I'd like a chance of talking to her a bit more private than here in the club. And it would give Adam some more time with Bron, I suspect his lonely days will be over soon, Chris replied. So you picked that up as well, glad I'm not the only one thinking that then. I'll ask Lis, but I'm not going to push her, Ed said. That's all I'm asking, brother. Thanks, Chris said. After another round of drinks the women said they wanted to go home. That was when Ed offered Lis a ride, which she accepted. Adam stayed rather silent, but the two brothers saw the interest on the man's face and it was more clear now that Bron and Adam got along pretty well. "How about I give you a ride home as well?" Chris asked Mia. "It's not needed, Bron can drop me off at my place," she answered. He gave her hand a light squeeze and tilted his head a little. "Something tells me our boy Adam would make sure she got home safe, even if it means following her on his bike behind her car," Chris whispered in her ear. "Let me be a prince charming at least a little bit and let me drive you home? We can discuss where I'm going to take you for lunch tomorrow. Deal?" Mia had to admit, Chris had a point. She looked at Bron herself and agreed it had been a long time since she looked so interested in someone else. She knew Adam was a were as well, but since he seemed very close to the brothers she just knew he was an ok guy, despite his rough look. Tall, bulky, hair shaved off military style and she could see a glimpse of several tattoos. Bron would be safe with him, Mia concluded. "Ok, deal. But don't get any ideas. I expect my prince charming to act like a true gentleman," she teasingly replied. "I'll do my best, my lady, let's go find my willing steed then. Shall we?" he joked as he held out his arm. Mia grinned at his silliness, but she enjoyed it. She knew he could be hard when it came to making a business deal. She was glad to see he was able to leave work actually at work and still have a good time. Taking his arm, they said their goodbyes. Ed and Lis followed them outside. They got along fine, but it was clearly only a friendly basis, nothing more. Mia was glad to see that the brothers had parked right next to the club. She pulled back Chris. "Is he serious?" she asked as she pointed towards Ed. "I think he is, I've never seen him be anything but serious. Why?" Chris asked in return. "Lis has never ridden on a bike and I think she was expecting a fancy car. I'm going to hear about that for a long while," she answered, unable to hold back a soft laugh at her friend's pending predicament. "I see. Well, no worries, she'll get home in one piece. Ed practically lives on that thing. I on the other hand am a strong believer that something on four wheels provides a lot more possibilities and keeps me dry when it's pouring rain," he assured Mia. He opened the passenger door to his black SUV and helped Mia get in. He waited a little while until he saw Ed and Lis leave and then got in as well. He remembered the address printed on her card and silently he drove off into the night. "So tell me, where would you like to go to then tomorrow?" he asked, breaking the silence. Mia fidgeted a little with her skirt again. "Doesn't really matter much, just not something too public," she answered. "We could go to the 'Cabana' if you want?" he asked again. "Do you know how long you have to wait to get a table there?" she said surprisingly. "Others? Yes. Me? I only have to call. They usually can get me table somewhere," he chuckled. "No kidding? What did you do for that kind of favoritism? Kill the president?" "Nope. I'm just their favorite nephew," he winked at her. "Nephew? Well, that explains it then. Maybe I should keep you around then," she joked. "Can't say I dislike that idea," he agreed. It didn't take long to arrive at her house. He got out quickly and opened the door for Mia. Holding her hand, he helped her get out of the car. Keeping her hand in his, he walked her to the stairs in front of her house. On the first step he stopped her and turned her towards him. "I'm going to apologize in advance, but I think being a proper gentleman ain't my thing and I've been a damn good boy the whole evening. But I have to taste you," he whispered before he pulled her close and locked his lips over Mia's. What he felt that was beyond his wildest dreams. He felt like there were tons off fireworks being shot up into the air all at the same time. He felt her push against his chest, but that contradicted with the moan he heard coming from her at the same time. He trailed her lips with his tongue, loving the hint of cinnamon he tasted. With a little pressure of his tongue he wordlessly asked for entry. Slowly she opened up and once their tongues started battling for the upper hand, there was no room for tenderness. His hand gripped the back of her head and held her in place while he invaded her mouth, tempting her time after time to start their battle again. His other arm sneaked around her and pressed her close to him, he didn't even try to hide his straining cock. On the other hand he pushed it against her even more, the more feverish their kisses got. He left her lips for a brief moment and kissed his way to her ear and then her neck. It was a gesture so innocent, yet so common for his kind. He took in her scent. His wolf howled. MINE the wolf in him said. He stood straight up in shock and smelled again. He smelled another wolf. Then he looked Mia in the eyes. Fear was written all over her face. She tried to back away but he grabbed her upper arms, not letting her get away. "What the hell is the meaning of this?" he roared at her. "And how is it possible I didn't notice this before?" Mia just stood there, scared, unable to get a word out. She was looking at the ground submissively. Chris shook her lightly. "Answer me, how is this possible?" he went on. He couldn't believe this. Mia was a wolf, just like him. Not once had he scented her. Not at her workplace that morning and not a hint the entire evening. Realizing he was handling this the wrong way, he loosened his grip and kept some distance. For now he was ignoring his own wolf, he wanted some answers first. "Mia, you're going to have to tell me something. I'll give you two choices: my car or your house. It's your choice, but we are going to talk," he said firmly. Tentatively Mia looked up at him, fear still present in her eyes. "I know I owe you an explanation. Let's go to my house, we have a bit more privacy there than in your car," she softly answered. Chris relaxed a bit and let go of her arms. He took another sniff and his wolf howled again. No way, he thought to himself. She can't be my mate, I couldn't even sense her, he argued with his wolf. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 10 Much thanks go out for Jaz, the guild and Asylum for their time and input. Also thanks to my loyal readers, to those I didn't thank personally, it does extend to you all as well. It's what keeps me writing and enjoy it more with each chapter. Enjoy the second chapter for Chris. Working on the next. SIW : Christopher Saint Ives Whelan Chapter Two : Revelations. Quietly Chris followed Mia into her house. He didn't notice much of her interior, his eyes were glued to her and he didn't want to let her out of his sight for one second. How was this possible? He had never sensed her, not once. Not when they met this morning at the garage she worked and not this evening at "The Vixen". That kiss! He flexed his shoulders thinking about it. He wanted to feel that again, explore it. Chris knew he couldn't, he needed answers first and he really hoped she had valid ones. Mine, taunted his wolf again, but he ignored him, at least for now. When they arrived in her living room she sat down and made a flimsy movement towards the other side, wordlessly telling him to sit down as well. "We're inside now. Start explaining and I tell you, you better tell me the truth or there will be hell to pay," he said through clenched teeth. It pained him to still see the fear in her eyes, but he was convinced he needed to see that fear there, to ensure him she was convinced he wasn't kidding. "This was just the reason I didn't want you touching me. I was going to tell you, honestly, but I needed some time as well," she spoke softly, her eyes fixated on her shoes. "Yes, I'm a wolf. Yes, you felt it right, we're mates. No, I don't belong to a pack. No, I'm not rogue. Think that covers the basic questions?" she said as she lifted her head to look at Chris. His gaze hadn't softened yet, it felt like he could be ripping her apart at any moment now. "You think that covers the basics?" he shot back at Mia. "I don't think so. If you're not rogue, then how come you can live in our territory without any of us knowing or even sensing you. Care to elaborate on that little detail?" Exhaling deeply she knew she had to tell everything and hope that he would keep most of it to himself. "You want the long or short version?" she asked. "Don't care which one, I want an explanation, preferably tonight," he answered gruffly. "Well, I'm wolf, but I'm also part druid," she started. "There is no such thing as mixed breeds. One part always gives in to the other, mostly the wolf having the upper hand," he interrupted her. "You're wrong there. I'm as much a wolf as I am a druid. Both my parents are still alive, but we live 'under the radar', as they say. Undetected from all others. My mother took that decision when I was five years old and she noticed me shifting but also being able to do other things. Realizing the implications of someone like me, she taught my dad and me how to cloak our wolves until it was second nature to do so. Every decade we'd move and start over," she told. "How old are you then?" Chris asked. "I'm seventy-five years old," she answered. "I need a drink first, before I go on. You want anything?" "I'm fine," he replied. He watched her getting up and going to the kitchen. His mind was in turmoil. A mixed breed with both parts intact, he never had heard of such a thing being possible. One part always succumbed to the dominant one and stayed dormant and when the pair had kids the dormant part tended to stay that way. There had to be something that would explain this. Impatiently he tapped his foot, waiting for Mia to return. When she returned, Mia looked revitalized and he smelled the water on her, clean and fresh. Holding a bottle of water, she sat back down on the large couch, this time her feet tucked under her. "I think telling who my parents are will explain more why we live like this. Barlow isn't my true surname, but MacLachlan is. My father is Richard," she said then waited to see if Chris would piece it together. "THE Richard MacLachlan? The one that mated to that so called descendent of Merlin?" Chris asked, his eyes wide in surprise now. That's why her surname somewhat sounded familiar. It was told many decades ago the elusive wolf had changed his name to Barlow, after a few years it seemed he had just disappeared. "That one. My mother is Gwenyth Myrddin. After they got together she took my father's name and shortened her name to Gwen," she answered. "Let me get this straight. You're sitting there and just telling me like it's nothing that what everybody thinks is just a myth is actually true and with that being true, you claim to be Merlin's granddaughter?" he asked in disbelief. So not only did Richard change his name, he had found a mate too and Mia was the result of that, he thought as well. "Basically, yes. Only he doesn't know about me. Mom made sure I stayed well hidden from everybody, including my elusive grandfather." "Why would she do that?" Chris asked again. "My mom is old, I mean really old. She never went into details but she always spoke fondly of him. She didn't see him much, but then he got caught up with that King Arthur dude. Think you are familiar with what happened then. It's when he told my mom to keep to herself and that she had to make sure no one could know who she really was. It was one of the last times she saw him." She stopped for a brief moment to gulp down a bit of water before continuing. "She lived a secluded life until one day a large wolf lay wounded in her back yard. If it wasn't for her powers, she never would have gotten him into the little barn she had. He was huge and unconscious. After examining him she knew there was more to him than the obvious. Wolves never got this big and she picked up the torment between man and beast. She did her best to help the creature and put a spell on it to keep it dormant while she tended to its wounds. "During that night, seeing the wounds heal a lot faster than normal, she also lifted the spell. The wolf came around almost immediately. After sniffing at her, he shifted to his human form. According to mom he was the most handsome man she ever saw in her life, even covered in bruises," she chuckled. "Do you know what happened to him, to have had such injuries?" Chris jumped in. He knew the stories, but was genuinely curious as to what really happened, he was sure Mia could tell. "I think the common story tells of him being outcast by his pack because he didn't want to mate with the woman his father had chosen for him. Truth is he had wanted to mate her, it was agreed upon for a long while and it would bind two packs together. Sadly the night of the mating he walked in on her having sex with several of his dad's beta's and she didn't even look guilty when he stood there and took in the scene in front of him. He just turned and left. He knew it wasn't a true mating, but a bonding to bring packs together. He would have hoped his future mate would have had some sense of decency and stay faithful. What he walked in on convinced him she could never be that and he didn't want such a bonding." "Let me guess? She acted the innocent and blamed your father for breaking the agreement and he got punished for it?" Chris asked. "Something like that. He had told his father what really happened and still the man expected him to go ahead with the mating, but he refused. That's when he got banished from his pack. He left without fighting the decision but not much longer after he left he was jumped by the beta's. He doesn't really remember much from that fight, he barely managed to get away and only by trusting his wolf he made it to my mom's garden before he collapsed." "This is the first time I've heard more about him. I know sometimes packs result to such a mating to help get their numbers back up, but in that case it was two big packs. A joining would have made them rulers of this area. The smaller packs wouldn't have had a chance surviving. And your dad first agreed to that? How could he do that?" he questioned Mia. "He didn't know. His father brought him up in a secluded area and told him many lies. My dad never knew his mother, she died giving birth to him. All he knew was his dad, no other family. He didn't know any better, he was barely an adult. Little did he know that his father wanted to take over the area, but needed the numbers to do so. He found that out much later when his father tried to mate the same woman that was first meant for my father. That is when the woman's father stepped in and put a halt to things, resulting in a huge fight between the packs," she told. "That bit we all know, I mean him trying to mate with the same woman after he had cast out your father. It's one of the reasons that we don't really support a bonding between unmated people. But go on. What happened after your mom patched him up?" he coaxed her. "His wolf wanted her, even though it was clear she wasn't a normal human either. She really didn't argue much against it. She knew of were's and their ways. Think you know what happens when mates find each other. Only their mating was a little bit special. Mom was already able to change into different animal forms being a druid, but the wolf became her primary companion after they bonded. With mating she also passed on some of her druid powers to dad," she told him. "You mean your father has extra abilities now as well?" Chris asked her. "Yup, he isn't as skilled as mom or me, but he knows a few things," she answered after taking another sip of her water. "They kept to themselves and moved every so often. They never had any offspring in all that time. I'm not sure if it was something my mother prevented or that she was so unlucky. They were over the moon when mom finally was pregnant with me. She loves telling tales of that time. Seems my dad took her pregnancy a bit too seriously and didn't allow her to do anything by herself. After I was born that didn't really change. I'm a daddy's girl," she said and smiled when thinking back at those days. Looking at Chris next, she saw he was more relaxed now too and had a curious look on his face. She wondered for a second if he would fight his wolf, now he knew the truth about her. "So tell me, what happened that made your mother decide you had to go 'under the radar', as you put it?" he inquired next. "Well, nothing special, for us, but something major for the wolf community worldwide if they'd known. As I said before, I am wolf and I am druid, meaning I have the powers of the two. My dad only got a little with their bonding, but I am both. There is only one thing I am not able to do and that is shift into other animals. I only have a wolf. I'm not as strong as my mom but I can do what she can, she trained me well and taught me everything she knew." "What other things are you capable of then?" Chris asked in return, his gaze glued to hers. He saw a little smile breaking through on her face and suddenly he found it odd that it seemed he was looking at her from a different angle. He was looking down on her. That's when he really looked down, gripped the chair he was sitting on, and realized he was floating in the air. He hadn't even noticed the change and it still felt like there was a floor under his feet. "What the hell? Put me down already, will you?" Chris said sternly. Amazingly he watched her move the coffee table that stood between them and then he felt himself move slowly towards her. Gently she put him down in front of her. She didn't even look like it cost her any effort to do what she just did. "This is nothing," she reaffirmed his suspicion. "This is what my mom saw me do when I was five AND in wolf form. She realized the implications. That's when she taught us how to cloak our wolf and our scent. She didn't want a pack finding out about us. Can you imagine a pack getting the upper hand when they have a wolf being able to walk anywhere without being detected? "A wolf being able to move things, make them disappear, listen in on private conversations or pack meetings? A wolf able to perform magic to control other beings and can call in the help of numerous animals. You know what that could mean if a pack didn't have the right intentions and forced that wolf to do those things? Knowing the history of my father's father? She did the right thing, Chris. If I were in her place and knew the same things, I would do exactly what she would have done," she ended, feeling a little out of breath after her pleading. "I understand," is all what Chris said in return. "So what now? Are you going to tell everybody now?" she tentatively asked. "I don't know, Mia, honestly I don't. I will have to tell my brothers at one point, I can't keep this from them. Nick is the Alpha of our pack, Ed and me are acting beta's. I will promise you I won't tell anyone but them. It's pretty clear you ain't a real rogue wolf, and for now I'll keep it between us, but sooner or later it is going to come out," he said in a serious tone. Mia looked a bit surprised, she had sensed he would have an important position in his pack, yet she didn't expect him to be a beta. Maybe it was for the best that he was, at least now she knew that she could really trust him, beta's were bound to their word. If he promised not to tell everybody, he wouldn't. The only other person able to make him break that promise was his Alpha. Remembering how his brother, Nick, the Alpha, was looking at her best friend Fran that evening, she was sure he'd be as understanding as Chris had just been. Mia saw a mischievous smile appearing on his face and she braced herself for what was coming next. "That leaves only one topic left to discuss, Mia," Chris spoke softly. She knew what he meant, she wasn't planning on fighting him, but she needed to know his intentions first. Did he really want her? Or did he just follow his wolf? Before she even realized what happened, Chris had her cornered on her couch. He straddled her legs and gripped the couch behind her. He dipped his head and inhaled her scent at the crook of her neck. She felt his tongue sneaking out, leaving a wet trail leading up to her ear. He nipped it lightly before he moved again and captured her lips in a searing kiss. She felt tiny with Chris looming over her, yet she felt safe. There was nothing tender about his kiss, but she didn't mind that, actually she loved it. She loved a man who knew what he wanted and took it. Opening her lips, she refueled the battle of their tongues that got interrupted before. The fireworks reappeared and all she could do was hang on and enjoy. Chris' hand slipped to the back of her head again, tilting it a slightly different angle, before he deepened their kiss. His other hand started to explore her body slowly. It was an odd contrast with his kiss, that was fierce and overpowering, his searching touch was slow and gentle. Mia gasped when he nipped her lip, it sent little sparks traveling down her body, right to the apex of her thighs. She tried pressing them together, hoping it would alleviate a bit of the building pressure she felt there. Chris prevented that by pressing his own legs closer to hers. Her legs trapped, her head firmly held by him, she felt helpless, only able to receive what he was giving her. Mia's wolf was howling pure joy in her mind. She heard the growl emanating from Chris' throat. She loved the sound of it and she couldn't help but moan in response. Chris left her lips and started exploring her neck, the hand buried in her hair now, keeping her exactly how he wanted her. She was exposed to him, her neck bared and head tilted to the side. He laved himself in her scent, licking slowly until he reached her ear. "You know what is going to happen right?" he whispered seductively, before nipping her earlobe. "Are you going to fight me over this, my little druid?" he goaded again, then gently nipped at her neck without breaking the skin. "Hmmm, I'm going to enjoy exploring all your curves. I bet I'm going to make you so mad with lust you're going to beg me to stop when you can't take any more. But let me tell you this, my little druid, I won't stop then, I'll keep on going," he kept teasing as he kissed his way to her upper chest and licked the top of her breasts. "So you're all talk, but no action?" Mia deliberately provoked him. "You shouldn't have said that," he said, his eyes glowing golden now. "How much do you care about this couch? 'Cause trust me, once I start with you tonight, I won't stop 'till you're mine and I mean fully mine," he said while breathing heavily. He got up slightly and waited, giving Mia the time to realize what he really meant. He could see the golden sparks in her eyes, pretty sure they resembled his own. After hearing her explanation of her heritage, he made the quick decision that whatever needed to be done would happen anyways. He wouldn't deny his wolf his mate. He never imagined the pull would be this strong. But he wanted her, the attraction he had felt for her before he knew she was of his kind, only strengthening his determination of making her his in this instant. A gentle touch on his cheek broke his wandering thoughts. As he looked down on her he could see the acceptance, but he also saw the wanting, the need and lust. He was sure she could see the same in his eyes. What she said then baffled him. "I want this as much as you do and I promise I won't fight against it. I accept you as my mate, Chris. But I can't go ahead with a full bonding, not yet. What I shared with you tonight has to be sorted out first. I need to know my parents will stay safe and that none of us will be looked and acted upon as rogue wolves," Mia said firmly. Releasing his hold on her, he got up and let out a tormented growl. He felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been poured over him. They were just about to take things further and then she had to bring in her parents, talk about a mood killer. "I told you and promised I'd only tell my brothers, nobody else. I'm aware it's a treacherous thing to know, but I'm pretty sure they won't just blurt it out to anyone. If you think they won't be safe, be assured, they will be. They may have to come forward, but they will be safe. My brother isn't just Alpha to our pack he's also the Alpha Alpha of the territory, if anyone can keep them safe, he can," he explained. Her eyes widened in surprise for a brief second and then she relaxed again, shook her head and grinned. She put her hands around her tummy and let the laughter escape. Mia realized then she should have known better and listened to her mother. Somehow she must have known and 'forgotten' to mention the little details to her. Chris looked at her doubtfully, not sure where her mood swings were coming from. "Care to let me in on the joke?" he asked as he stood in front of her, his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking down at her. "It's my mom," she chuckled. "After all these years I'm still surprised at how she handles certain things. One of our gifts is looking into the future, admittedly it's one gift I don't really use, but mom does. She must have known something," she explained. "I called her right after you left this morning. Let's just say I needed some motherly advice. She just said I had to trust my wolf and go along with it." "The point being?" he impatiently asked. "I didn't listen to my wolf, I was worried more about my parents. But the promises you just made just proved my mom's advice." "Woman, just spit it out already. You were so forward telling the truth before, do I really have to drag this out of you?" he glared at her now, not sure which way she was going with all this. Mia just smiled when she got up and stood in front of him. Her eyes traveling over his body, she took in his broad shoulders, narrow waist. Placing her hand on his chest, she felt him tense his muscles. The top of her head barely reached his chin, but she wanted to nuzzle his neck. Letting herself float just a little, she saw the surprise in his eyes when they met at the same height. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 10 Draping her arms around his shoulders she floated closer. Taking in a deep breath, she was glad she didn't have to pretend anymore, at least not around him. Even though they had never lived in a pack, her parents did tell her as much as they knew about pack life, and being a were. Her father told of pure matings, two were's so attracted to each other that when either would fight the pull, they'd go insane. A brief memory flashed by of her parents' love for each other, so clear to see. She wanted the same. And she was sure Chris was the one who could make that possible. Her mother should have known, she must have seen something which made her advise her daughter to tell the truth. "Mine," she whispered in Chris' ear. "But you'll pay for the new couch. Deal?" Suddenly his arms were around her, crashing her against his chest, pushing back her need to float against him. "You can have as many couches as you want, I don't care," he said as he held her to him, with one arm around her waist, his other around her shoulders. He felt her legs wrap around his own waist and he bit back a groan when he felt her pressed tightly against his throbbing groin. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her wrapped around him like this. He didn't quite understand how fast everything had happened, but the woman in his arms was his entire world now. He smiled thinking how exciting it would be to chase and catch her in the estate woods. He chuckled, remembering she wasn't just a wolf. That chase would prove to be a very hard one, one he already looked forward to. "Are you going to keep standing here, laughing about I don't know what. Or are you going to put that couch to good use?" Mia whispered in Chris' ear again. The hand that rested on her shoulder, now gripped her head again. A fierce look came into his golden flickering eyes. That little minx is daring me! "You bet I'll put it to good use," he said before he covered her mouth in a searing kiss. She felt the familiar tingles traveling down her abdomen and she clenched her legs tighter around his waist, pressing herself harder onto his evident arousal. She moaned when he deepened the kiss, the tango of their tongues fueling their passion to a new level. She felt sad when he broke their kiss and pried her away from his body. He had to create some distance between them or he would just take her and unceremoniously fuck her brains out and mate her. He had to get a grip on himself. He wanted to enjoy her, look at her. He wanted her to know he wasn't all sweet talk at all. He needed her to know and accept he expected his mate to listen to him unconditionally. He wanted her to trust him even more, knowing that he'd be a demanding lover and mate. That he would take what he wanted and desired. Chris wanted to see how far she would go along. Would she fight him from the very first moment? Or would she get excited by it, as much as he did? "Undress!" he demanded as he sat down again. Carefully he adjusted his cock, never taking his eyes off of Mia. "Today preferably, unless you want them shredded to pieces," he said firmly. Slowly Mia started to undo the row of tiny buttons on the front of her dress. She could have used the zipper at the back, but that seemed too easy to her. Bit by bit she revealed her pale skin. She left the fabric hanging loose as she slowly trailed her finger down from her throat, passing the valley between her breasts, going lower, circling her belly button. She repeated the same with her other hand. Mia lifted one leg and placed it between his legs on the couch. "I could use some help with these," she said in a husky tone as she slowly moved her leg from side to side. He liked that she didn't hesitate for a single second. He liked that even when he had told her what to do, she still found the courage to keep teasing him. He liked where this was heading. He grabbed her calf gently with one hand as he lifted it a little so he could remove her shoe with the other. Then both his hands traveled up her leg to the hem of her stocking. Hooking his thumbs in the thin fabric, he pulled it down. He made sure his hands touched as much as they could and he lightly scraped her skin. A corner of his mouth perked up when he noticed she loved what he was doing. His nostril flared when they took in her aroused scent and he had to fight back his urge to simply rip the rest of her clothes off of her body and just take her right there. He breathed heavily. By the time he reached her ankle, he removed the stocking and threw it aside. Gripping her feet tightly he placed a soft kiss on the inside of her knees before he placed her foot back on the ground. Placing her other foot in the same spot, Chris repeated his actions, gently scraping her tender flesh as he removed her other stocking. When he threw that one away as well, he didn't release her foot, but placed it on the armrest. He licked his lips, taking in the view she provided before him. Her breasts were still covered, barely, by the fabric of her dress. Slowly his hand slid up the back of her leg until he covered one bare cheek of her bum, indicating she was wearing a tiny thong. He growled appreciatively and kissed her thigh softly. Chris placed his other hand on her taut stomach and gently caressed his way up to her heaving breasts. He kept going up, past her bosom and lightly trailed her lower lip with his thumb. Before Mia could even wrap her lips around it he was already gone again. He followed her collarbone and spread his fingers. Moving lower he covered the swell of her breast, her tiny, but hard nipple poking between his fingers. "So soft, so sweet and all mine," she heard him say just as he pinched her nipple and pulled softly at it. She moaned. How she didn't know, but it was as if he knew what turned her on. Mia felt herself get even wetter than she already was, her legs were trembling in anticipation of his next move. He toyed a bit longer with her breasts, always mirroring his actions. Even with his hand on her ass, she didn't feel so steady on her legs and she had to grab his shoulder to stay upright while he kept tormenting her nipples. One second he seemed to be exploring them, feeling the weight in the palm of his hand, the next he was twisting and pulling at her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure throughout her entire body. He looked up at her half closed eyes and grinned knowingly. Leaving her breasts, his hand moved down over her tummy and stopped when he covered her still thong covered mound with his palm. He made tiny circles while he pressed his hand against her with more earnest. She couldn't stop herself and moved against his hand, seeking pleasure. He stopped immediately and removed his hand. She wanted to protest but one look stopped her from doing so. "Turn around," he said in a strained voice. She did as he asked and waited. "Move over to the other couch," came his next command. Again she listened and waited. "Remove your dress," he ordered now. She could hear the restrained lust in his voice and she smiled. Ever so slowly she slid off one side of the dress, but held it in her hand, then did the same to the other side. Her back was now exposed to him. Waiting a few seconds, she relished in the feeling he was as excited as she was, his heavy breathing proof of that. Letting the dress go, it pooled at her feet. There she stood in nothing but a thong, waiting for his next words. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. Surprised at his swiftness she tried to look behind her but his words stopped her. "Eyes in front, my little druid, I want this night to last a little longer," he whispered behind her. She shivered contently when she realized the meaning of his words. She wasn't the only one balancing on that small edge. His hand sneaked around her and caressed her tummy and moved down until he covered her mound again. This time he used his fingers to apply a bit of pressure. It didn't last long before he removed his hand again. "Kneel on the couch and grab the back," he instructed again. Complying to his wishes she carefully got into the position he had asked. She shivered anxiously when his hands traveled over her back, over her shoulders, down her arms until he covered her hands with his own, meaning he was towering over her completely, yet only their hands touched. "You keep your eyes in front of you and your hands on the back of the couch. You will not let go, no matter what happens. Understand?" he spoke softly as he briefly buried his nose in her hair. "Understood," she huskily replied. Suddenly he was gone and she heard a brief rustling of clothes. She smiled but was a little sad she couldn't see him naked yet. She longed to see if he looked as stunning as he felt. Turning her head sideways she wanted to take a little peek but his hand prevented her from doing so. "I said eyes up front and I meant it. I won't hesitate to blindfold you if you won't listen," he told her. She couldn't believe his words but she wanted to see him, so she ignored his warning words and turned around again. Gently but firmly he gripped her hair and made sure she was looking in front of her. "You should learn to listen," he spoke softly in her ear. He ripped a piece of fabric of his shirt and made it into a make shift blindfold. Covering her eyes he tied it at the back of her head, making sure no hair was caught in the knot. "Is this too tight?" he gently asked as his hands started exploring her backside. "It's fine," came her soft response. He was aware of her turmoil and her inner battle about what he had just done, the fact that it actually turned her on too, he could smell it. He expected her to try again, he had waited for it even. He would never hurt her, but he wanted her mad with lust, he wanted to show her how things between them would be. He wasn't going to hide that he was a dominant lover, one who knew what he wanted. He wasn't selfish, he didn't only take, he gave as well, he enjoyed it even. And that was just what he was planning on doing. Tenderly he stroked her bum with both hands, massaging it softly. Occasionally his fingers disappeared under the tiny fabric that failed to hide her dripping pussy. "Are you going to be a good little druid now?" he asked. She nodded and took in a deep breath. "Good. Now let's get started, shall we," he said as he gripped her thong and ripped it from her body. Taking a step back, he took in the wonderful view. There sat his mate, on her knees and slightly bent over, gripping the back of the couch, waiting for his next touch. He felt his cock twitch as he thought about how she would feel wrapped around his hard flesh, how she'd moan when he was inside her. "Spread your legs wider, show yourself to me, show me how wet you are for me," he told her. He dropped to his knees behind her and inhaled her scent. He placed his hands on her ankles and slowly moved upwards, past her knees and thighs until he covered her ass again. He gave her an appreciative squeeze and then lowered his hands to her dripping pussy. With his thumbs he followed the outline of her puffy outer lips. When he reached her clit he circled it with one thumb first, then repeated the same with the other. Two fingers kept her pussy wide open to him. Teasingly he circled around her opening with his other finger and slowly made his way inside. She was wet alright, that was how smooth he slid his finger deep inside. Exploring her for a little while he removed his finger and licked her juices off of it. "You taste so fine, pure ambrosia," he purred behind her before he dipped his head between her thighs and reentered the moist depths with his tongue, where seconds before his finger had explored her deeply. A soft rumbling arose from his chest, only adding to the torment he was inflicting upon her. She never could have imagined a man having so much power over her, that she listened to his every command and actually obeyed. He may think her fluids were ambrosia to him, but his tongue was pure heaven to her. She was thankful that he had ordered her to grab the back of the couch, she was hanging on for dear life, trying not to collapse. The things he does with his tongue should be forbidden! she thought. She felt his focus shift to her throbbing clit. Gently he pried away the protective hood and twirled his tongue slowly around the little nub. He shifted lightly without leaving her clit untouched. She whimpered when she felt his finger enter her again, after a few strokes a second and a third finger joined in. She felt stuffed, but all she could do was moan, whimper and gasp in delight of everything he was doing to her and letting her feel. She never had been an angel when it came to sex, she had many lovers over the years. Thinking back briefly none of them had ever dominated her this much, yet put her desire at first place. He had wanted her compliant and now he had her in just that position. The combination of his tongue and fingers were proving to be her undoing. She felt the familiar tingles starting to travel through her veins, all going toward her wet center. Her inner walls were shuddering when her orgasm hit her. She gripped the couch as she was riding the high waves of pleasure, biting her lip, preventing herself from crying out loud. Wave after wave washed over her. After a while she was getting anxious, Chris wasn't giving up. He had kept on licking her clit and pumping his fingers inside of her when she fell apart and she had expected him stop when she relaxed after a while. He wasn't stopping at all. Actually he was building up again and as drained as she felt, her body decided differently. It got ready to ride those blissful waves again. Knowing how intense her first orgasm had been, she braced trying to relax as much as possible, letting the tiny trickles of electricity get together in her core once again. She couldn't take much more of this and unconsciously pushed back against his fingers and tongue. Chris smiled inwardly while he savored her sweet juices. He knew she was fully his the moment he felt her pushing back, urging him on to let her cum again. He had waited for that. He was well aware he was a dominant lover, but he'd never forget the pleasure his partner needed. Most had been very vocal about their needs, but with Mia it was completely different. It felt like he had awakened a whole new side of her persona, a side, he very much was falling in love with. He had ordered her around, but when it mattered, she had tried to turn against him, with him blindfolding her as a result. The scent she emanated right after he did was more proof to him she enjoyed it. He liked that she had tried, so he could show her he preferred his commands obeyed and what happened when she didn't. It showed her that either way, he'd never really hurt her. It just proved his point that even 'punishment' could be enjoyed, the choice would always be hers as to which way she wanted things to go. And right now he had wanted her to admit to her own pleasure and not feel afraid of letting him know what she wanted. He loved how she came apart the first time, but he knew he could do better and kept going, pushing and coaxing for another round. When she pushed back he knew she'd given in. He started to mix licks and little nibbles on her clit as he started thrusting his fingers faster inside of her. He felt her legs starting to shake and he had to wrap his one free arm around her to support her when the second orgasm hit her. He gentled his licks when he felt her trembling and contracting around his fingers. It seemed like ages before she stopped cuming and if he already hadn't had his arm around her she surely would have collapsed right there and then. After giving her a last tender lick and slowly removing his fingers, he praised himself for not having jumped her before. He had enjoyed this a lot more, of that he was sure. Leisurely he licked up the juices she had left behind around his mouth and savored her sweet taste as he licked it off of his fingers as well. His other arm was still around her, supporting her. He slightly bend over her, grabbed her tighter and then tucked his other arm under her knees. With a gentle tugging he turned her sideways so he could cradle her close to him. He looked at the couch and grinned, he owed her a new one. In the heat of her passion she must have unconsciously shifted her hands, as if to hold on stronger. The result was that the back of her couch was completely torn up. With Mia in his arms, he turned around completely and sat down. Tenderly he removed the makeshift blindfold. Automatically she snuggled closer, her arms sneaking around his wide chest and a contented sigh escaping from her lips. He smiled at her acceptance. Chris decided to give her a few minutes to recuperate, but he wasn't done yet. He shifted carefully, grabbing his throbbing cock and positioning it a somewhat more comfortable angle before he embraced her with both his arms and buried his nose in her silky soft locks. He liked how her hair draped itself over her back, covering his arms. It almost reached her bum. After a while he started stroking her back, his finger gliding smoothly through her soft locks. Her chest rumbled in appreciation. He was sure she'd be purring like a kitten right now if their kind had the possibility. Cupping her face, he tilted it so he could look her straight in the eyes. The dreamy look he found boosted his ego. He was the reason she looked like that. Bending down he gently trailed her lips with his own before pressing them together a bit more. His tongue darted out, asking for entrance, which she willingly gave. How fierce their first few kisses were, how tender and sweet the kiss was she was receiving now. He still guided their kiss, but gone was his dominant demeanor he had portrayed before. Shifting herself on his lap, she sat up straighter and instead of embracing his chest, she moved her arms around his neck. She pulled him close and sighed when she felt her stiff nipples brush against his naked torso. She always had imagined all were males to have a chest covered in hair, like her dad, but when she went exploring with one hand all she felt was his bare chest. Curious at how he looked, Mia disentangled herself from his embrace and leaned back. Only one word crossed her mind when she took in the athletic build of Chris : JACKPOT! And he was all hers. Her eyes traveled south and she took in the heavy erection he was still sporting. Bringing her eyes back up, she locked them with his. She could see the golden sparks dancing around, she was sure she was having the same reaction. Her gaze fixated on his, she lowered her hand and gently placed it around his hard flesh. As if it had a life of its own, it twitched when her hand connected with the warm, hard but soft flesh. Slowly she started moving her hand up and down. His breathing got heavier and his eyes darkened even more. Then his hand covered hers and held her still. He squeezed his large hand around hers and his cock, indicating he didn't mind a firm a hand. "I'll let you play more another time, but I think it's time for round two now. Time we went all the way," he told her before he slanted his lips over hers. The tenderness was still there but she felt his dominance alongside the kiss. It was, at least for her, an intoxicating combo, one she was glad she did not have to give up. Mia felt his hands exploring her front, cupping one breast in his palm and kneading it firmly. She felt her pussy contract as he flicked her nipple with his thumb. Her moan held back by Chris' lips that were doing a thorough job of making her lose her mind. Kiss after kiss he started, one tender, one slow, another a bit more fierce. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 10 His hands went around her waist and lifted her up. "Straddle me," he pleaded. "I need to feel you around me." Bracing herself on his strong shoulders, she turned a little and placed her legs next to his, then he lowered her again. She shivered when she felt his rigid manhood stroke over her pussy lips. Putting her head against his, she looked down to where their thighs met. His cock was twitching, as if it knew it was being watched. "Do that again?" she whispered pleadingly. Effortlessly he lifted her again, but he didn't lower her right away. He made a small assault on her nipples first, taking his time to explore one little nub and then repeating the agonizing pleasurable attack on the other. Her hands disappeared into his unruly curls and she pushed herself closer, wanting more. Mia felt the rumble of his laughter and it send tiny sparks of electricity right to her very core. Finally he lowered her again, their naked skin brushing against each other. Her sensitive nipples tingled as they scraped against his smooth chest. Again his hard cock brushed against her tender flesh. "Guide me inside you?" he asked in a husky voice. She smiled in response and put her arm between them and reached for his warm flesh. She loved how he felt in her hand, he was rock hard, yet he was soft and warm to touch. Moving her hand up and down, tempting a tiny drop of his cum to escape from the tiny slit on top. Brushing her thumb over it, she spread it out over his bulbous head. "Mia, I need to be inside you. I promise you can play later," he pleaded. She thought about pay back for a single second but ignored that thought immediately. Grabbing him a bit firmer, she stroked her clit with his cock a few times before she lined him up with her wet pussy lips. Chris bit back a growl when he lowered her over his throbbing flesh. Releasing her waist, he embraced her tightly and buried his head in the crook of her neck. He never expected a joining could feel this complete and they weren't even mated yet. Right now nothing else but Mia mattered to him. Sitting up, he tenderly put his hands on her face and looked intently at her. It felt like a huge weight was lifted of his shoulders. He studies her eyes. He saw the lust, the acceptance and the need he saw before, but he also noticed that love had now joined as well. "I'm home, finally," he told her before he ever so gently placed his lips on Mia's and seduced her slowly to let him in. Neither moved much, they just sat there, their intimate parts joined together comfortably, as they rediscovered each other's mouths. It wasn't a fierce battle for dominance now, but a coming together of two individuals that just realized they found their missing half. After what seemed like hours, but was actually only minutes, Chris held Mia close to his chest. "Hold on," he said as he stood up, turned and gently lowered them on the couch, Mia now under him. His hands cradled the back of her head. Studying her face, he dropped tiny kisses all over her cheeks, nose and eyes before he nuzzled her neck again. He could drown in her scent. After taking a deep breath, he braced himself on his elbows and looked at Mia again. She had a content smile on her face and a dreamy look in her eyes. Slowly he started to move inside her, tempted to close his eyes and just revel in the feeling of her wet inner walls moving over his cock. But he wanted to take in the expression on her face and memorize every little detail. The way she bit her lip as she tried to hold back a moan, the way she pouted and breathed when he teased her with his slow strokes. He loved how her eyes widened when he pushed in deep. He knew he was getting closer and when he felt his knot starting to grow he again locked eyes with her. Clenching his teeth he tried his best to slide it in as carefully as he could. He let out a long breath when he finally found his knot buried completely. He started to make circular movements now and feeling her walls contract he knew Mia was close to cumming again. He freed a hand out of her hair and pushed it back, making sure her neck was bared to him. His hand caressed her shoulder, when he reached her elbow he moved his hand to her chest. Placing it over her breast, he gave her soft flesh a few tender squeezes before trapping her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Slowly he started rolling it back and forth, feeling the tiny shivers his touch gave her. He knew she was close and he also knew what would make her fall over the edge. Without breaking eye contact he replaced his fingers with his lips and sucked hard, his teeth lightly scraping over her nipple. That was just the thing she needed. Her inner walls contracted around his cock. "Now!!" she hissed between clenched teeth as she bared her neck to him. In a split second Chris released her nipple. A second later his canines dropped and he bit down on her exposed neck. He only loosened his bite when he felt her relax once more. Only after he heard a long breath escape her mouth did he release her and did he lick over the tiny bite marks. Moving a little he looked back at her. She looked adorable with a pink blush covering her cheeks, knowing he was the cause of that blush. He dipped his head and licked her lips. She invited him in when she opened her lips and tangled their tongues together. He stepped up his movement of his hips, he had already made her his, but he wanted their bonding completed. He wanted to belong to her. Again he buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. He felt his balls tightening up, getting ready to spurt his semen into her quivering heath. Mia knew he was close, she felt it by the way his muscles contracted, his breathing getting heavier, his movements becoming more erratic, faster. She smiled and bared her own canines, her wolf instinctively knowing it was time to claim what was theirs. She heard a sharp intake of breath and she took that as a hint that he was joining her in this feeling of orgasmic bliss. Swiftly she bared his shoulder and bit down, holding him tightly as he kept pushing into her. Only when she heard and felt him release his breath, did she release his neck and tenderly licked at the tiny wounds. They were a smaller mirror image of the ones he left on her own neck. Lazily he looked at her when he got up a little. "Hold on," he said as he embraced her again and held her close. He twisted them around gently so he was lying on the couch now and Mia draped over his long form. She shifted a little, getting into a more comfortable position to lay down on top of him with him still being buried deep inside of her. She felt drained and tired but content and complete at the same time. She felt Chris stretch his arm and a second later the soft throw, that normally covered the back of her couch, now covered their entangled bodies. Sleep, my little druid, I won't let you fall, she heard him "say" before she drifted off into a pleasant slumber, joined not much later by Chris, a satisfied smile plastered on his handsome face. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 11 Here we are with a new update, the usual thanks towards Jaz for proofreading and Asylum for editing and the guild for their never ending support and help. Big hugs to you all. Now go enjoy this next chapter. Don't forget to comment/vote.) Chapter Three : Finding Each Other. Slowly Chris opened his eyes. The sweet cinnamon scent of the woman on top of him filled his nostrils. Inhaling deeply, he smiled contently. This couch maybe wasn't the most comfortable piece of furniture to fall asleep on, his neck was killing him. Looking down at a still sleeping Mia, he knew she was worth it. Closing his eyes, he let the past twelve hours pass by again. From the moment he met her face to face after all those years just talking to each other on the phone, mostly profession wise, until he found out what she was and what happened after that. Their evening started off a bit shaky, he felt Mia, at first, didn't know exactly how to act around him, but they broke the ice on the dance floor. What happened in front of her house later was earth shattering. He could only thank his wolf that he had kept his "cool" and let her explain. Chris knew she had told the truth, the little trick she had displayed wasn't so unfamiliar to him as he let her believe. After all he knew Merlin. The old devil had demonstrated many harmless little tricks for that pack of pups over the years. Chris held back a chuckle, not wanting to wake Mia. Acknowledging that their situation was far from normal, he knew he had to talk to his brothers and explain his mating. But right now he wanted to get to know his little druid a bit better first. Maybe he could get her parents over and talk to them as well, get their point of view in all of this. He was certain they couldn't keep on living in "exile", not now their only daughter was bonded into one of the most respected werewolf families worldwide. He would keep the fact he knew Merlin hidden for a little while longer. He was sure he could make something special of her family's reunion, he just had to contact Merlin first. Merlin would be in for a big surprise as well. The Whelan brothers were part of the few people the old wizard considered trusted friends. Friends that could contact him anytime they wanted, for any reason needed. Chris decided to call him in the morning. He smiled, again, knowing that Merlin now truly was family, not someone they always had considered family through a very, very long friendship. Snapping out of his reverie, he almost cursed out loud when pain suddenly shot through his neck. That does it. I need a bed to sleep in, he thought. Carefully he slipped from between Mia's legs, breaking their connection. Holding her tightly, he sat up straight and maneuvered her around so he could carry her. Standing up, he looked around. He hadn't paid a lot of attention when entering her house before. Knowing one door went into her kitchen, he took the other back into her hallway, there he went up the stairs. Mia didn't stir at all while he checked a few rooms. One was her bathroom, another seemed to be organized for several hobbies. The next one he checked seemed to be her bedroom. The king-size bed was neatly made up, a throw decoratively draped at the end. He took a few seconds taking in her room. It looked exactly like her, chaotic, but it was nice as a whole. Making sure he had a good grip on her, he pulled away the sheets on her bed, then gently lowered Mia. Immediately she rolled on her side, let out a sigh and continued sleeping. He loosely covered her, then went around the bed and got in himself, spooning Mia from behind, his arms around her, tucking her close to his body. Grateful for the more comfortable sleeping accommodation, he didn't need much encouragement to fall back asleep. ~*~*~*~ Mia tried to stretch out, but a strong warm body behind her prevented her from doing just that. She looked down at the arms holding her. One acted as a makeshift pillow and lay stretched out on her pillow. The other one was holding her close, a hand carelessly cupping one of her breasts. Hmm, he must have grown tired of my couch, she grinned inwardly when she noticed they were lying in her bed. She had to admit, that couch wasn't her best buy, but she came to like how it looked in her living room. The events of last night replayed in her mind. She wasn't single anymore, she had a mate now and if last night's events were any indication, she knew their lives would never be dull or boring. He had awakened a side of her she didn't even realize she had. She had obeyed his every command and he had given her several earth shattering orgasms in reward. Mia smiled when she remembered his "punishment" for disobeying him. The blindfold had added to her excitement, inciting a deep desire to please him and it proved to her that she trusted him. Never before had she let anyone blindfold her without her express agreement. She felt her pussy getting wet again, just thinking about last night. Convinced Chris was still asleep, she moved her arm down between her legs. Slowly she rubbed her clit with her index finger. She felt the tiny shivers traveling over her back. She dipped deeper and explored her slick folds. Trapped in the momentum, she didn't notice Chris wasn't asleep at all. Chris felt her moving around and was curious what she was going to do. Inhaling deeply, he picked up her arousal, but there was another scent as well, one he hadn't picked up before. Taking another careful sniff, he was sure now, his little druid was in heat. He had never given it much thought before, but he had to admit now, he liked the idea of having a few little ones of his own. Maybe, just maybe he thought, then pushed the the issue to the back of his mind He covered her hand with his. Are you going to play on your own, my little druid? he asked. Mia startled and in reflex tried to pull her hand away, but Chris kept it firmly in place. Don't stop now. I liked where you were heading, love. Maybe I can even help a little? he offered. She felt his excitement growing against her ass, his hot breath on her neck. He pressed her hand back and further even. Pleasure yourself, show me how you like it, he "said" again. Intertwining their fingers, he explored her wet pussy. He pressed one of her fingers inside her wet folds, followed by his own middle finger. His hand covered hers so she had to follow his movements. He pressed deeper, his finger toying with hers inside of her. He pulled back his hand, she wanted to follow but he stopped her. Instead he guided another one of her own fingers in her pussy. "You concentrate on that delicious pussy of yours, I'll take care of the rest," he whispered softly next to her ear, his escaping breath sending those familiar shivers down her spine. Mia felt him caressing her outer swollen labia as if he wanted to find a spot that was more sensitive, he didn't leave a spot untouched. Chris knew her clit was THE spot to get her mad with lust, so he leisurely kept up stroking everywhere but her clit. Finally it dawned on Mia what a devious thing he was doing and she cursed under a moan. She wanted to cum, like now, not in seven days. Her need was getting the upper hand, a small growl escaping her throat as she "told" him to Quit messing around and get down to business. He only chuckled, which only made her even more furious about not getting what she wanted. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe, driving her even more mad with desire. She bucked against him. Quickly he placed one of his tree trunk like legs over her slender legs, immobilizing her. "Be still, my little druid, I said I will take care of the rest. I'm a man of my word. Just do as I ask," he spoke softly. His soft whisper was a big contrast with the need he shared with her. He loved making her squirm, it was like her passion, need and desire acted as an extra aphrodisiac for him. "We're going to move a little. I promise, you'll get what you want soon, my pretty," he said in a rasped voice. He grabbed the pillow and with a good tug, managed to get it from under her head. "Just follow me. Get on your knees, let your shoulders rest on the bed," he guided her. It was clear now why he tossed her the pillow, she stayed comfortable now, without it she was sure her neck would be killing her later on. While she moved she didn't remove her fingers, she suspected that was not what he wanted seeing his own hand had never stopped teasing her while they changed position. She waited for his next move while she kept on caressing her smooth inner walls. She felt him sitting behind her, could feel his dick lying heavy, but snug, between her ass cheeks. Mia wanted to feel his soft warm skin again, but lying as she was she would only strain herself in doing so. She found herself at his mercy again, not that she had to complain about the first time. She knew her movements were limited, the main stimulation coming from her own fingers. But she wanted to torment him a little as well. She would bide her time. Then, finally he moved his fingers to her clit, lazily tracing circles around it. He deliberately used a different rhythm than Mia, only fueling her escalating desire for completion. She wanted to growl at him to stop with the teasing. He had her on the edge for quite a time now and she was starting to wonder how much more of his sensual torment she'd be able to endure. How he did it, she didn't know, but right at that time he altered his tempo, fell in with her own, circling and pinching her clit. When he felt the first tremors of her climax, he pulled her hand away and swiftly replaced it with his cock. He entered her in one smooth push, her pussy walls contracting around him as she orgasmed. Chris didn't really move, he had buried himself to the hilt and was gently rocking against her, only causing a minor friction which he kept up all the time she was cumming. Only when he felt her inner muscles relaxed somewhat, did he start to move. Slowly pulling out, leaving his tip snugly inside, then pushing in again. Over and over he repeated this. Mia felt by the grip he had on her waist that he was doing his best to keep doing it like that. His mind was in turmoil. They were fully mated and he wanted to be in her completely. There was only one small detail that was holding him back. He knew she was in heat, he had to tell her. A female were never know if she was in heat, they had their periods like a normal human, but they relied on their mates to tell them. If it were up to him, he wouldn't mind having little ones. He even surprised himself with that thought. Yet he had to think of her as well and all the unresolved issues. Grinding his teeth he fought the urge to do what he really wanted to. Mia must have picked up his turmoil and felt he wasn't giving himself a hundred percent. What is it? Don't try to hide, we're mates now. What bothers you, bothers me, so just tell me. He stopped moving and bent down, his chest covering her back. He rested his head against hers and let out a weary sigh. My little druid, it's not so much a bother, but I can't have what I really want right now. Not without complicating things. And why is that? You're in heat, love. Mia tried to focus her mind. Chris was being so considerate and sweet. She was pleased that at this moment he thought about her. Kids. Do I want them already so early in our relationship? she wondered. Yes! her wolf replied and she had to giggle at the fast and eager response of her wolf. She actually agreed, she always liked kids, having her own would only make it even better. She was sure that whatever would cross their paths, they'd deal with it. He felt her stiffen briefly and then suddenly start shaking. He was puzzled. Then he realized she was laughing silently. "Care to tell me why you seem to think this is something to laugh about?" he asked. Chris was starting to feel really stupid now. Here they were having sex, he was trying to do the best thing for her and all she did was giggle. He couldn't really call it laughing anymore. "I'm sorry, of course it isn't funny. But whatever you want is what I want as well. So please stop tormenting yourself and go on. As I recall I was almost ready to cum until your conscience stepped in. Now you have to start all over again," Mia replied. She would have shivered delightfully if she could have seen the look that appeared on Chris' face. One corner of his mouth perked up into a devilish grin, his eyes dark with lust. He pulled back and forcefully slammed back into her. "Are you sure about that?" he teased. He grabbed her waist a bit firmer and repeated what he had just done. His grin turned into a wide smile as he heard her moan and saw her clutching the sheets next to her. Part of him still couldn't believe she was his, his other half, the one completing him. But he was even more happier that she wanted to give him everything he wanted. Thrusting in and out of her, he felt his knot starting to grow. You are sure about this? he asked one last time. She didn't really reply, but only pushed back against him, forcing his knot halfway inside of her. After some gentle pushing it moved completely inside of her. A content rumble went through his chest as he felt her slippery walls contracting around his knot, locking them together. The first time they were joined like this felt like heaven to him, but now, knowing what the result would be, heaven wasn't a place to describe how he felt. All the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Closing his eyes, Chris didn't move, he just enjoyed the feeling of being inside of Mia. He also realized he woke up this morning without the nagging in his mind. Waking up next to her felt right. A quick roll of his head also confirmed the pain in his neck wasn't there as it usually was. And all that was thanks to Mia. He had set out to fuck her hard and thoroughly until he scented she was in heat. All he wanted to do now was pleasure her until she was sated and unable to move. With that in mind he gently started to rock in a circular motion, a hand drifting over her stomach towards her clit where it teased the little nubbin. He circled around it in sync with his thrusting, he started rubbing it a bit harder when he felt her shiver. Chris moved his free hand over a plump breast and kneaded it firmly. With a gentle push upwards, he prompted her to lift herself up. When her bare back touched his chest, he encircled her torso with his arm and held her close, soaking up the warmth of her body, the scent of her arousal, reveling in the intimacy of their position. Nuzzling her neck, he left behind a trail of small kisses. Mia turned her head and their lips met in a slow, tender, all-consuming kiss. Their tongues weren't battling this time, but exploring each other. Barely taking time to breathe one kiss was followed by another and another. Not once did Chris stop moving, nor did his hand leave her wet folds. Surprising himself with his gentleness, he didn't feel the urge to start pounding her hard when he felt his moment creeping up slowly. Doing just the opposite he tried to hold it back, Mia's needs were more important to him right now. Her breathing was getting faster and he felt by the way she grasped behind her and got hold of his hips her own joy wasn't so far off either. He built up the pressure a little around her clit, his thrusts becoming faster and more needy as he joined her on her way to that fast approaching earth shattering release. He felt her lose control and her tiny claws pierced the flesh on his hips. Chris didn't care about that, it only made him more determined, the pain it caused acting as an extra aphrodisiac to him. Unknowingly she was giving him what he craved and missed all those years. Grinding his teeth, he tried his best to hold off a bit longer, wanting Mia to cum first. Her grasping hands made that a hard thing to do, but he didn't relent. Then he felt her shudder and contract around him. She had the sheet firmly clasped between her teeth, trying to stifle her own moans as her orgasm crashed over her. Releasing his arm around her, he tugged at the sheet. I want to hear you cum, baby, sing to me, he told her. Reluctantly she released the sheet as she continued to moan and groan. Those sounds were like music to his ears and were just the thing he needed to hear as he started to spurt his seed deep inside her. Thrust after thrust, he coated her insides, his fertile seed traveling down to her womb, creating new life. Drained completely, he managed to find a bit of energy to cradle her limp form against him and lay them on their sides. One arm acting as a pillow again, his other arm rested carefully over her stomach, his fingers making undefined patterns over her belly. "Thank you, Mia," he whispered softly in her ear as he cuddled even closer. Her tiny hand covered his and curled her fingers between his. "No, thank you. You've given me something I've craved for a long time myself. And I don't only mean this new life we created. You've set me free as well. It's going to be hard, I'm aware of that, but we'll get through it, I know we will. But for now, let's just enjoy each other, ok?" she answered back in a husky voice. Amazed by her acceptance of it all, he hugged her even closer, closed his eyes and simply enjoyed having her against him. Chris felt her relax again, drifting off into a light slumber. A smile crossed his face as he again had to count himself lucky on how things had turned out. The smile faded a little as his mind started to go over everything that needed to be done, people he needed to talk about. No matter what the normal punishments would be for rogue or stray wolves, he wasn't going to let anything happen to his little druid. He knew he had to talk to his brothers first, come up with some strategy to keep her and her parents safe. On top of that, and that little fact made his smile widen again, he had to tell Merlin he was a grandfather now. He almost chuckled out loud. The man barely looked five years older than him. That was one moment he was going to enjoy. Maybe faster than he would fill in his brothers. Something told him Mia wouldn't be so forgiving if he held back the fact he knew Merlin and considered him one of his closest friends. Chris dozed for a little while and when he felt his knot getting looser, he gently pulled out. Grabbing one of her blankets he tucked her in and carefully got out of the bed himself. No time like the present to start organizing things. First on the list would be contacting Merlin, he was sure the old devil would be extremely happy to be reunited with his family. He could then talk with them on how to proceed then. Knowing he had to talk to his brothers, specially Nick, he decided against it, at least for now. There were two weeks left before the next full moon, he'd tell them then. He grinned and shook his head, it was going to take some juggling for his brothers not to find out sooner. He could bury himself in his work, but he couldn't escape their weekly meetings. Maybe Mia knew something for that, after all she'd been able to hide herself for so long. Standing next to the bed he took in the soft curves of her shoulder and back. He wanted to crawl back into bed and lay close to her. But he also knew he had to start putting things into motion. Closing his eyes, he pinched his nose again and thought of where he had dropped his clothes. When he opened them again he looked around, puzzled. This wasn't her bedroom, he was in her living room. As he looked down, he saw he stood right on top of his own clothes. Did I just teleport myself? And how the fuck did I do that? Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 11 Closing his eyes, he thought about Mia in her bed and wanting to be there. When he opened them, it was exactly where he was. Chris grinned, it seemed that some of her abilities were already mixing with his own. He also realized he had to keep it a secret from the others, afraid of what the implications of this skill could be. He "went" back to her living room and searched his clothes for his phone. Flipping it open he then went through his contacts and dialed up the person he was looking for. With the phone trapped between his ear and shoulder, he put on his pants and walked to Mia's kitchen. Opening and closing her cabinet doors he got together all he needed to make a good cup of coffee and an easy breakfast. He grumbled a bit into the phone, being a bit annoyed the person on the other side didn't answer. He closed it and tossed it on the counter. I'll sort breakfast first, then try again, maybe he'll answer then. Glad she didn't have one of those fancy coffee machines, he poured in the water and filled the container with, what seemed like, freshly ground coffee and turned it on. He knew he wasn't the best of cooks but he did manage to make a mean omelet. Careful of not making too much noise he got to work, chopping up some veggies into small pieces, putting the pan on the stove and whisking the eggs. All he had to do now was wait for Mia to wake up. After having poured himself a cup of coffee, he grabbed his phone and went back to the living room. Flipping it open he hit re-dial and waited again, taking a sip from the strong black liquid. "Morning, Chris, thank you ever so kindly for waking me at this early hour," a gruff voice said on the other end. "Hi Mer, how are you doing?" Chris greeted. "I was sleeping nicely not so long ago, but otherwise I'm good. So what made you call me at this hour? Troubles?" Merlin asked. "Yes and no. I don't even know how to start telling you this," Chris answered. "Starting from the beginning usually does the trick." "Hmm, it does. Well firstly I've found my mate. She's still asleep right now, but I'm sure it won't be long before she's up." "That is wonderful news but what does she have to do with me?" Merlin asked again. "Everything." Chris paused a few seconds before he said, "She's your granddaughter," then waited for his reaction. "My what?" Merlin said with a trembling voice. "You heard me, she's your granddaughter. And let me tell you she's special, not only because she's my mate. She really is something else," Chris answered. "I don't believe this, I have a granddaughter?" Chris bit back a chuckle, this was one of the first times he had ever heard Merlin being short for words. Of course it was a big thing to be told and he surely wasn't planning on keeping it a secret from Mia for much longer. "And what about her mother? Her father?" Chris heard Merlin say. "Both alive and doing well. I haven't met them yet. I gather they live pretty secluded, but I'm sure Mia can contact them at any time she wants to," Chris answered. "It's just I didn't tell her that I know you. Let's just say we had other things on our minds." Chris heard a distinct grumble on the other side of the line and stifled a laugh. "I'm bringing her to my place this afternoon. Maybe you can come too?" Chris invited Merlin. "I'd love that. I'd love that very much. A granddaughter, I never thought it possible. What is she like, Chris? Tell me a bit about her," Merlin asked. "She's nice, witty, outgoing and she looks stunning. She's drop dead gorgeous" "Be careful, that's my granddaughter you're talking about!" "But she's my mate and she's everything I said she is. Wished I had met her sooner. You know she worked for one of my dealers? And we spoke over the phone for the last few years but never met in person. Then yesterday Nick calls me up asking for a favor and I had to drive over and I met her for the first time. Coincidentally we met again last night and I drove her home," Chris told him. "And this morning she's your mate? Did she have trouble adjusting? I know mixed breeds have to sacrifice one half," Merlin question Chris. "She didn't have to adjust, she's a wolf." "But how come you didn't sense her then?" Merlin spoke after a few seconds of silence. "Told you she was special. She's quite unique, she takes after her mom and her dad," Chris replied. "You mean she has both halves?" "Yes, she's wolf but also druid. That's why she was able to hide her true nature. Think she dropped her guard last night when we kissed, it's then when I sensed her for the first time and knew right away she was my mate," he briefly explained. "This isn't going to be an easy road to walk on. You didn't sense her at first, does that mean she lives in hiding?" "She hides her wolf, yes. But as far as I can see she lives a normal life and has a nice job. I'm sure she'll tell you all about it when you come over this afternoon. For now I'd like to keep a low profile of our mating. I want you all to reconnect first and we all sit down and discuss what we're gonna do. I'll try and wait 'till the next full moon before telling my brothers." "It isn't going to be easy. I'm sure your brothers will understand, but I'm not so convinced the rest of your pack will see it the same way," Merlin concluded. "That why I want you to meet so fast, so we can get things started. Just be at my place just after noon. I'll tell her I've a friend coming over. It will be a surprise for her too, she knows about you, her mom told as much as she could, I think." "I'll be happy to see her and get to know her. And if she can contact her mother, that would be even better. I am glad she took my advice but I'm sorry I missed so much, all those centuries without her. Maybe now everything will be fine." "Maybe," Chris agreed. "I'll see you this afternoon then. I've got to go now, seems she's finally waking up." "Ok, ok. Now you be good to my little girl, you understand, or else?" Merlin spoke more firmly now. "Of course I will, 'pops'," Chris teased before he hung up. Chris got up and went back to the kitchen, starting up the cooker and giving a quick whisk to the egg mixture. He had heard Mia stumble out of bed, open and close a door or two and listened carefully as she descended the stairs. "Morning, sleepyhead," he greeted as he saw her entering the kitchen. She walked up behind him, her arms circling around his waist as she hugged him lightly. "Hmm, it seems last night wasn't a dream after all. And now you're making breakfast as well?" she spoke with a raspy voice. "What more could a girl want?" He laughed at her remark and turned in her embrace. Looking down at her he cupped her face and with his other hand he touched the tiny markings left on her shoulder. "Last night definitely wasn't a dream," he said as he felt her shudder because of his tender caress over the markings he left behind. "And if it was I'm volunteering to help you remember." That idea alone had his blood boiling again. Barely mated for half a day and already he couldn't imagine not having her around, that thought surprised him. He understood now why Nick had sounded so happy on the phone two nights ago and looked even better last night. If this was what Nick was feeling as well, he couldn't be happier for him. "You don't have to volunteer. I just passed my living room. I need a new couch, that's proof enough I'd say. Didn't you promise me a new one if it got trashed?" she teased and pouted her lips. Dipping his head, he captured Mia's lip for a sweet kiss. He could almost taste the cinnamon scent she always seemed to have around her. Resisting temptation, he stood straight up again. He turned her around and lowered his hands until they were resting on her belly. "Fine, fine, I'll get you a new couch. A dozen even if you insist. First, let's get some food into you, I'm sure you're going to need it. Also we need to sort some things, we can talk about that during breakfast. But sit down and grab a cup of coffee first, I'll do the eggs," he said. Mia studied him carefully while he was busy at the stove. A content smile had plastered itself permanently on her face. It seemed that everything was going to be alright now. Her hand traveled to her stomach and she thought about the new life they had created. She knew it may be fast and there were things to be talked about first, but it felt right. She had always adored children and it was a desire she had buried deep inside, knowing she would only be able to conceive with her mate and never thought that would be possible due to the life she'd been forced to lead. He gave her the choice and she didn't have to think twice about it, she wanted this with all her heart. She looked back at the man she had talked to on the phone so many times over the past four years. Her eyes traveled over his lean, taut frame, down to his pants, which hung loosely around his hips, over his butt, that in those pants looked absolutely squeezable, back up his back. She liked the tattoo he had on his shoulder blade, it represented a big black wolf. Mia stood up and walked up close. Chris must have picked up her movement because when she touched his shoulder he didn't flinch, he let her explore his back while he kept his attention on the frying pan, at least he tried. He felt her tracing the outline of his tattoo and smiled. "It's an Alpha tattoo, Ed and me have a smaller one, like this. We didn't want Nick to go through the process alone. With him it covers his whole back. I'm only a Beta so the pack council agreed we could have the same but a lot smaller. It's rare, but we were persistent that we wanted it. It hurt like hell," he explained. "It's beautiful," Mia said then kissed the little piece of art. "Come, breakfast is ready," he said as he turned with two plates in his hands. "Hmm, that smells divine. You may think you aren't a good cook, but this sure smells good," she spoke, her tummy agreeing with a loud rumble. She attacked her plate with vigor which made Chris laugh out loud. "What? Can't a girl have a healthy appetite?" "Of course," he agreed, doing his best to keep a straight face. After a few minutes of easy silence Chris cleared his throat. "I hope you'll come with me to my place this afternoon?" he asked. "Sure, I'd love to see where you live," she answered. He let out a short laugh. "I live in the middle of the city, but the pack has an estate just out of town, Nick lives there." "Now you mention Nick. What are his intentions with Fran? I knew right away he was a were, but he treated her nice, so I let them be together." "Even if you had tried, he wouldn't have let you interfere. She's his mate, but he knows he has to take it easy. Trust me he will, he has waited for a long time to find her, he doesn't want to jeopardize anything," he explained. "He better, she's my boss's daughter and one of my dearest friends. She's been through a tough few years, so has her dad, but they are finally are getting back to normal. They're the first people I've liked enough to stay longer in the same area than I normally would." "How long do you stay then, normally?" Chris asked. "Five to six years, tops." "And you're here for?" "Ten. I met Fran at uni and we hit it off straight away. She had just had her accident the summer before, her dad was still in the hospital. He ended up in a wheelchair, but he accepted it and made the best of it. That's when this little dealership was made and he made it a real success." "He sure has, he's one of the best," Chris agreed. "Once we were done with uni, I was already planning on moving, but then he offered me this job and I accepted it. I love Fran and her parents very much, they're my second family," Mia continued. "I would do anything to keep them safe." "Well with Nick in the picture now they'll be watched carefully." Done eating, Mia grabbed their empty plates and put them in the sink. As she returned instead of sitting on her own chair, she sat down in Chris' lap and put her arm around his neck. "So how are we going to handle things then?" she changed the subject. "Well firstly we'll be going to my place around noon, see if you like it. We'll have to decide where to live. I have a friend coming over too, I'll bet you'll like him," he replied, hoping she wouldn't get mad at him for the surprise he had orchestrated. "We'll figure something out. But Chris -" she hesitated, "I know it may be asking too much, but is there a safe area nearby where I could let my wolf free?" Chris chuckled. "There is, my pack owns a large estate just outside of town, it's pretty secluded. If you can wait for a little while longer you'll run with us during the next full moon in two weeks' time." Her face lit up at the thought of running free again, something she hadn't done in years because of the fear of being discovered. "Could we make it a run of our own?" she asked. "We could, but we'll have to meet the rest of the pack as well. There is no way around it. I promise I won't tell them who you really are, but I hope by then we'll have taken care of most things for it not being an issue, at least not a big one. You ok with that?" "I can live with that," she replied as she nudged his shoulder. Mia got up again and held out her hand. Chris gave her a slightly puzzled look. "I want to take a shower, thought you'd like to join me," she explained. The look in his eyes instantly turned lustful and he had picked her up faster than she thought possible. She loved the accompanied rumble in his chest. He stood still in front of her bedroom. Bathroom was where again? Mia giggled and pointed towards the door next to her own room. There weren't many clothes that needed to be discarded and within minutes both stood under a nice hot shower. Mia lathered up her hands with soap and took this as a nice opportunity to explore Chris' body. It was clear what was going on in his mind, proof of that stood proudly erect, as if he were saluting her. She would love to get her hands around him but she wanted a little payback for all the orgasms he'd "forced" out of her in less than twelve hours. A flush creeping over her cheeks, she moved behind him to wash his back. His hair was plastered to his scalp, exposing more of his muscled neck. Rubbing over the top of his shoulders she felt the tension and the hardness. It was clear to her he had been worrying over something for quite a while now and bottled it up inside instead of talking about it. Mia knew what to do. Whispering a few words in a strange language her hands warmed up, glowing lightly. A massage never hurt anyone and hers were always just that little bit special. She moved over his shoulders a few times, letting him know what her intentions were. After he visibly relaxed a bit she deepened her touch, letting her magic seep into his muscles. She didn't need to use the manual labor as a normal masseuse would need, she let her magic do the work for her. Mia just moved over his shoulders in a tender caress. Convinced she had worked away all the knots she started doing the same to the rest of his back, going back up and then down over his arms until her hands covered his. Giving them a light squeeze she traveled back up. Following the outline of his shoulder blades she made her way around to his torso. She pressed her wet, slick body against his, her hands now exploring his front. She let her magic stay as she heard the satisfied rumble emanating from his chest. I don't know how you do this, but don't stop. It feels pretty damn good. She smiled at his words and placed a kiss in the middle of his broad back. She almost couldn't believe this was the same dominant man that had made her his during the night. Roaming freely, she didn't leave a spot untouched before her fingers felt their way lower and lower. She felt his muscles contract when she caressed his stomach. Deliberately avoiding his erect cock, she lightly stroked his thighs. Again she smiled as she felt him shiver. "Holy shit," he gasped as he tensed up. What Mia did then short circuited his brain temporarily. Her hands had enveloped his throbbing erection, her magic seeping into him. A searing heat engulfed around him making everything he felt extremely powerful. He had never felt anything like this before. Mia kept up her strokes, teasing him, knowing she was bringing him close. She persisted, she hadn't forgotten his dominant streak and although she had loved every second of it and wouldn't mind repeating it till the end of time, she also wanted him to know that they were equals. She was going to let him cum alright, but on her terms this time. She licked her lips as she saw and felt the muscles in his back tense and relax. He was trying hard, but it would be in vain. Keeping her touch light, one hand stayed around his cock while her other hand went lower and cupped his balls. They were a perfect match, just filling the palm of her hand. Keeping up the gentleness she rolled them around and gave them a little squeeze. Chris grunted when she did that and tried to move against her hand. She knew she wasn't playing fair, but she didn't care, for the first time in her life she didn't have to hide her true self and she'd be damned if she wouldn't use any opportunity to take advantage of that. Mia felt him move and just in time brought up an invisible shield, preventing Chris from covering her hand with his own. "Mia!" he growled, "Now isn't the time to play games and tricks with me, I'm too close." "I know you are," was all she said, then went on with her attentions. She let a bit of her magic disappear and gripped him tighter. He was rock hard, she could feel the veins in his cock pulsing with need. Mia loved how soft he felt in the palm of her hand, little jerks signaling to her how close he really was getting. His breathing was labored, heavy and fast. Chris' hands were placed on the wall again once he realized he couldn't penetrate her invisible barrier. That woman was driving him insane and all she was doing was giving him a hand job like he'd never had one before. In a way he disliked it that she used her magic on him, but on the other hand it felt so overwhelming, unlike anything else he'd experienced before. He wanted to cover her hand with his own, he wanted her to be firmer, grip him even tighter. Biting his lip, he prevented himself from asking her to do what he wanted. He was sure she could hear his teeth grinding. Her touch changed a little again, the magic seeping in as deep as it had before. With slow, long strokes she kept pumping him. "Mia, quit playing, I need to cum, now!" he demanded between gritted teeth. Patience, was all she replied as she started moving only a bit faster, letting her magic do most of the work now as she enjoyed the softness of his hard flesh. His legs started shaking as Chris felt his balls tightening up, still Mia kept tormenting him with not letting him have the release he so desired. He breathed hard, his hands were now fists. He had to hold himself back from slamming them into the shower wall. He couldn't take anymore. He was almost ready to drop to his knees in desperation and against his nature, he caved in. Mia, no more, please, he pleaded. This was what she had been waiting for. Oh she knew he would get her back for this little performance, but she wanted it to be clear that they were equals. Despite his dominant lovemaking, he was a giver, he had made sure she had seen stars a plenty every time she came. But he'd never asked for anything in return. Even when she had tried, he had stopped her, telling her they would have time for that later. Well, now she was going to have it her way first, a lustful grin appearing on her face, then he could happily take over. Her magic flowed away and she stroked hard and fast now, each time she neared the tip of his cock, her thumb glided over it, spreading his precum and letting it act as an extra lubricant as she started pumping him faster and faster. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 11 A loud growl emanated from his throat when he tensed up and felt his seed traveling from his balls, making its way up to his cock. Just as he expected it to erupt he felt something strange clamping around the base of his cock. He didn't know what Mia had done to him, but he was panting like a madman, longing to release himself. He felt like he was cumming endlessly but when he looked down Chris saw he wasn't spending any seed and Mia's hand was rapidly stroking him, urging him on. Closing his eyes again he wanted to revel in this feeling. She was driving him mad and still he kept feeling like he was being drained until nothing was left. Finally that overwhelming feeling started to subside and he relaxed again. Peeking down from one eye he saw his dick still standing proud, Mia's hand now just tenderly stroking him. The knot like feeling was gone as well, so were the little tremors he felt before when she had used her magic on him. Still breathing heavily he realized he pleaded for something for the first time in his life. He couldn't help but grin at that little realization. See you aren't the only one that can give. It works both ways, he heard Mia say to him. Faster than she thought possible he had turned around, grabbed her by her waist and had her pressed against the wall. One hand cupped her ass, the other motioning her to lift her leg around his waist. A rumble came from his heaving chest as he looked her in the eyes, his dark with lust and love. Capturing her lips, his tongue invaded her mouth and started battling with hers. Making sure he had a good hold on her, his free hand slid between them, searching for her wet folds. A finger slipped inside, quickly followed by another and after a few thrusts a third digit joined as his thumb circled around her clit. Her stifled moans let him know she was enjoying this as were her consistently faster moving hips. He had to admit he enjoyed her little game, but now he was in control again and he was dead set on giving as good as he had gotten just now. After a few more strokes he removed his hand, grabbed his hard flesh and teasingly caressed her pussy with the tip. Chris knew she was trying to get him inside of her, but he wanted to tease her just a little while longer. A sudden tug at his hair, had them breaking up their feverish kiss. The look in Mia's eyes matched his own, a light pink blush covering her cheeks, her lips swollen and thick from their kisses. She had a pleading look in her eyes, the need, the longing, the desire to be taken by him and him alone. Chris couldn't resist that look and gave in again. Positioning his hard flesh at her wet entrance he slid inside in one smooth move. Once fully inside he stood still, again enjoying the feeling of coming home. His eyes never left her face and he took in all the emotions that spread over it when he entered her. Her eyes closed slightly and she bit her lip in pure ecstasy as he bottomed out. Bending his head he captured her lip between his own and sucked on it. As he gently released it he deepened their kiss again. At the same time he started rocking his hips, he fought the urge to take her hard. Concentrating on their kiss was, at that moment, the only way he was able to keep his moves slow and steady. Is that all you can give? Mia asked him, knowing well enough she was pushing his limits again. She felt him freeze for a few seconds before he grabbed her more firmly and withdrew almost completely. "You asked for it," he gruffly spoke as he pushed in hard, their hips connecting with that loud slapping noise from flesh connecting with flesh. Pulling out he waited a second or two then repeated the same. All Mia could do was hold on tight, Chris left no room for her to move, she was totally at his mercy now. She gasped when he forcefully entered her again, then began picking up a fast rhythm. He was good, she had to admit that. She loved egging him on, making him lose control until he gave her what she wanted. And what she wanted right now was a hard fuck. Holding on to his broad shoulders he was giving her just that and she was loving every second of it. The slow way he pulled out, the forceful way he slid back in her, barely brushing her clit each time their bodies connected. "That's it, baby, give it to me," she blurted out between breathless moans. That intense tingling feeling was growing in the pit of her stomach and was making its way over to her pussy. With every stroke she was getting closer and closer until she reached a point she almost wanted to beg him to let her cum, but deep down she knew, pleading for her release right now would only challenge him to make it last even longer. Mia dropped her head on his shoulder, trying to get a grip on her breathing. Her tongue snuck out to lave itself on his neck, she tasted the warm water of the shower, but she could also scent his unique aroma which drove her mad, almost breaking her resolve to beg for release. She started kissing, licking and nibbling on his neck, anything that would help urge him on without her actually asking him for anything. Yet he must have picked up the urgency in her little kisses, because he started to move faster and faster, his head now dropping to her shoulder as well. His breathing was getting heavier and started to become uneven. One hand slipped over her ass, getting a good handful and giving it an appreciative squeeze, his other hand went up, entangling itself in her hair. With a gentle tug he bared her shoulder. Not faltering in his movement, he bent down and licked along her fast beating pulse in the crook of her neck. Let go, love, I want you with me, he told her. It felt like a direct command to her pussy because only a few seconds later her inner walls were contracting around his hard flesh while he kept on moving, prolonging the intense orgasm that was coming over her. She felt him growing even larger as he started cumming too. At the same time she felt his canines piercing her skin as he reclaimed her as his mate. She didn't fight the urge and did the same to him. They stood there in the still running shower, locked together at their necks and hips. Both lost track of time as they soaked up each other's feelings at that moment. Both regained a small resemblance of where they were and after releasing each other's neck and closing the little wounds, they just looked at each other and smiled. Carefully Chris put Mia back on the floor, but held her close. He could still feel some shivers going through her body. He loved holding her this close, she was a perfect fit against his much larger frame. "Come, we really should get ready now. Turn around and I'll do your back, ok?" he gently asked while at the same time he slowly caressed her back, willing himself not to go lower than her waist. "Do we really have to go? I'm quite comfortable right here," she tried. "Uh, uh, we have to go, it's important, I can't get out of it," he said with a small hint of guilt in his gut. He hoped she wouldn't pick up on that, but he really wanted her to meet Merlin. He also hoped once the two met, it would help her parents as well and everything from then on would go a lot easier. Merlin was respected all over the world, by all packs and other beings, they also knew not to mess with him. Quietly they washed each other, Chris simply couldn't resist a bit of teasing when he started washing her front and flicked her nipples a few times, each time getting a delicious moan in return. Only by sheer willpower did he manage not to throw her over his back, drop her on her bed and fuck her silly. When he bent down to wash her tummy, he lingered, he knew it was too soon to pick up extra heartbeats, yet he picked up another sweet scent of freshly picked apples. Placing a tender kiss on her stomach, he looked up to find Mia staring down on him, a small smile on her face. Closing his eyes, he rested his cheek against her still flat tummy and tenderly moved it back and forth. "Thank you for this little wonder, Mia," he said softly. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 12 Here we are with the next installment. I'm aware it's a bit shorter than normal, but personally I felt this moment in the chapter needed this focus. It's a bit of a roller coaster for all characters. As usual many thanks to Jaz, Asylum and the guild for their continuous help, feedback, nagging, demanding(yes! Haha) and editorial skills. SIW wouldn't have turned out this good if it wasn't for them, but also because of you all, my dear readers. I love and crave the constant feedback, so keep them coming. Enjoy the reading. Mokkelke. SIW : Christopher Saint Ives – Whelan. Chapter Four: Reunions. They arrived at Chris' house just before noon. Their little intermezzo in Mia's shower made them a bit on the late side and Chris wanted to be sure he was on time. He wanted to order lunch first, before his guest would be arriving. Chris was really hoping Mia could understand why he waited to come clean. He just stood still as Mia entered his top floor loft and watched her taking in the view. She had opted to wear a loose, long lilac dress, emphasizing her breasts with a dark purple ribbon tied snuggly just under her bosom. Her hair cascading down her back and the look of awe on her face made her look like a Greek goddess who just stepped out of a millennia old painting and was overwhelmed by everything around her. "Chris, this place is beautiful. Oh my, look at that view!" she squealed when she stood in front of the window, which went from floor to ceiling. Turning around she said, "That is a killer view you got here. How did you find this place?" "The building belongs to the pack." He shrugged. "But you're right, it's the view that made me want to live here." Standing behind her now, he had his arms around her waist, his chin resting lightly on the top of her head. Together they looked out over the city below them, the traffic so small it looked like those tiny Matchbox cars. "Come, you go exploring and I'll order in some lunch. Anything in particular you'd like to have?" Chris asked after a few minutes. "Something light, a salad with chicken or anything like that," she answered. "Ooh and if you can get hold of those tiny cherry tomatoes? That would be good." "Think I can manage that," he chuckled. Bending down he gave her neck a little kiss before he playfully swatted her buttocks. "You go exploring, I'll come and find you once I'm done placing our order. Then you can tell me what you think of this place besides the awesome view," he said as he winked. With a large smile on her face he saw her slowly walking across the large kitchen annex living room. She studied the little pieces of art he had placed all over the place. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her picking up the odd piece and carefully putting it back down. Chris couldn't help but smile, almost each piece she'd picked up was somehow crafted by her own grandfather. He had watched each piece being crafted and was still was amazed what Merlin was capable off. Quickly he called one of the nearby restaurants his pack owned, put in an order and told them to deliver it to his address right away. Tossing the phone on the counter he decided it was time to show Mia the new little trick he had learned. Closing his eyes he envisioned him holding Mia as they were just minutes ago then smiled as he suddenly felt her soft curves pressed against his hard body. "What the fuck!" Mia screeched and tried to fight him off, but he quickly trapped her arms and reassured her everything was well. "It's only me, Mia, I just wanted to show you a little something I seemed to have picked up last night," he explained. Mia turned around, a surprised look on her face, "You scared the living daylights out of me, don't ever do that again!" He couldn't help but smile, she looked so damn hot when she was angry. All he longed to do was bury his hands in her hair and kiss all her anger away until she would turn to putty in his hands. The idea of his hands roaming over her body had his groin stirring with interest and he tightened his arms around her, letting her feel what she did to him. "Can't promise to never do this again, kinda like how easy this is to get around," he told her and winked. Mia relaxed in his arms and snuggled closer. "Just be careful of what you think of, you could crash into a wall," she said firmly. "Really now?" "Really, trust me, it's a 'been there, done that' – kind of thing," Mia replied. "Ok, ok, I promise I'll be careful. Come on, I'll show you the rest of this place before lunch gets here," he relented, grabbed her hand and led her to the other side. Opening one of the huge sliding doors, he held out his arm, motioning her to go ahead. She was surprised to see this little haven on top of the building. A lot of greens made it look like a secluded little garden with lots of pots, filled with a multitude of brightly colored plants and flowers. Slowly she walked around the rooftop garden, she even spotted a Jacuzzi hidden behind a few larger pots. This really looked like a little piece of heaven, sure it wasn't big, but this garden didn't need big. It felt large and secluded in the middle of town. "This really is beautiful, Chris," she spoke respectfully. "Shame there are no animals to enjoy this." "There is the occasional bird that visits, that's about it," he said, watching her walk around and touching all the different plants. After touching them, the plants seemed to be more lively, the flowers brighter, as if her touch woke them up. Chris stood there, leaning against the sliding door, just admiring how she seemed to float everywhere. Vaguely he heard the doorbell, turned and went to answer it, letting Mia continue with her exploring. After accepting the bags of food, he set the table and then called out for Mia. When she approached she took his breath away, again. He didn't know how she did it, but in a span of mere minutes she had a bright pink blush on her cheeks. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and she was out of breath, tempting his eyes to her heaving breasts. Gulping rapidly he tried to temper his lust, there were a few other things that took priority right now. He was sure he could indulge in more intimate things later on. "Lunch is served, take a seat," he offered her as he pulled back a chair. "Maybe there is a little bit of prince charming inside you. Thank you," Mia said as she sat down and looked at the delicious food displayed in front of her. "This smells absolutely divine, where did you order this?" "Where did we agree to go to last night?" he answered with a question and winked. "They deliver at home?" "Nope, favorite nephew, remember?" "Of course, I should have thought about that." "Come, hold out your plate and then just point out what you want. There is plenty," Chris told her as he grabbed a large spoon, keeping it ready to serve her the food she wanted. "Let's be daring, give a little bit of everything," she said as she grinned with glee, holding up her plate. They eased into an amazingly easy conversation during their lunch, both talking about their childhood. In Chris' case it was more a recollection of all the mischief he got into with his brothers, in Mia's case it was more about meeting new friends and having to leave them, over and over again. This little fact made Chris a bit sad. Mia had never known the joys of living in a pack, being able to shift, almost whenever and wherever you wanted. That would change now they were mated and he already looked forward to their first run together under a full moon, which was in two weeks' time. Biting back a smile he mused at how his brothers would react now their little brother was done being the Don Juan. Focusing back on Mia, he also realized the time for Merlin's arrival was getting closer too. He did his best to hide his anxiety but couldn't help notice one or two strange looks on Mia's face as she observed him in turn. "Come, let's clear the table. It won't be long before my friend will arrive," he said, as he tried to sound normal, as if nothing was about to happen. Mia couldn't pinpoint it, but she felt something was off, he wasn't telling her everything. This wasn't a good start; she convinced herself that if in less than twenty four hours he was already keeping secrets from her, then how could she still trust him? Without giving away her concerns she assisted him by bringing all the boxes to the kitchen and helped do the washing up. She could sense his restlessness and how much he tried to hide it. He was starting to look like a caged animal. They'd gone out on the roof garden and he was pacing from one end to the other. It got so bad that Mia reached her boiling point and placed herself in front of him. "Will you stop this pacing already. Something is up and you better start talking," she spoke with a clipped voice, at the same time poking him with her index finger in the middle of his broad torso. He let out a long sigh, he had failed hiding his anxiety and now he had to try not to make things worse. Chris felt like cursing and bit his lip to prevent himself from doing just that. Just as he wanted to try and recollect his thoughts and give her an answer his doorbell rang. Saved by the bell, he thought, relieved. The look on Mia's face showed he wasn't out of the woods yet, but he had high hopes knowing he could stop hiding now his guest had arrived. "Let me get that first, then I'll explain everything, my little druid," he spoke softly, then gave a her a light kiss on the tip of her nose before turning around and walking inside to answer the door. As he opened the door it was clear that the tall man standing in front of him was as anxious as he himself was. Able to relax again he had to smile as he gestured for the tall blond man to enter. "She doesn't know who you are yet, I only told her I had a friend coming over and that I couldn't get out of the appointment," he whispered, knowing if he spoke louder Mia was bound to pick up his words. "Ok, so how do we handle this then? Don't think she'll appreciate the gentle approach, my daughter never liked it and I'm sure if she's anything like her mother, she won't either," Merlin replied. "I think telling her right away would be best. She sensed my apprehension and if I don't clear this up really fast I will probably spend a long time making it up to her. Come, she's out back," Chris countered as he motioned Merlin to follow him. When Mia heard the approaching footsteps, she turned around. Chris stepped outside first, then was followed by another handsome man. He was about the same height as Chris, but he had short unruly blond hair. A pair of bright blue eyes were looking friendly, but curious at her. Something about him seemed familiar to her but she couldn't put her finger on it. He didn't look that much older, but then again, age didn't matter much, she was a lot older than she looked too. Taking in the rest of his looks she was convinced he would make any woman happy, but not her. She had found her match and looking back to Chris, his guest's looks paled in comparison. She smiled politely and waited for Chris to introduce them to each other. Chris fidgeted a little, knowing stalling things wouldn't help at all. "Well Mia, first let me tell you I'm sorry I didn't warn you up front. There is a reason that everything you told me last night doesn't surprise me as much as one would normally think," Chris started. "Will you get it over with already? I never thought you'd be such a coward and stall things even longer," Merlin interrupted. With a smile on his face, he softened his harsh words, making it clear he was teasing Chris, who now felt even more uncomfortable. "You know better than to call me a coward, you old man!" he answered back, glad the initial tension broke a little. Turning back to Mia it was clear she hadn't a clue about what was going on. "Mia, I hope introducing you to each other will bring some happiness back, maybe even make it possible to stop living hidden away. Mia, this is Merlin, your grandfather," he said. Mia's eyes widened in disbelief. That young man in front of her, that barely looked ten years older than her, was supposed to be her grandfather, Merlin. Chris has to be joking, this can't be right she thought. She shook her head and looked again. The man next to Chris was smiling a little. After giving him another good look she had to admit to herself his eyes looked very similar to her mom's which meant also the same as hers. As if he was able to hear her thoughts, Merlin nodded politely as if to confirm her suspicions. "Hello Mia, you have no idea how much it pleases me to finally meet you. You look exactly like your mother," Merlin said a low friendly voice, stepped up and wrapped her in his strong arms. Mia didn't really know what to do, she was still surprised, shocked even. After a few seconds she realized she was just standing there and Merlin still wasn't letting go of her. Yet it felt comforting and familiar and slowly she wrapped her arms around him as well and hugged him back. After a while he finally let her go, but the smile he had on his face was even larger now, making him a very fine specimen of a man. "There is so much I want to ask you, you're as surprised as I am. I don't know where to start," Merlin spoke again. "That makes two of us," she said while she shifted her eyes towards Chris, who looking a bit uneasy. "Why didn't you tell me this last night? You knew him!" she accused Chris. "Think last night we had other things to discuss and clear up. I never meant to keep this hidden, that's why I called him this morning and asked him to come over," he replied. "I didn't want to keep something like this from you, but you know our wolves wouldn't have agreed with waiting. Our pull was very strong." Mia had the decency to blush at that last statement and she felt Merlin chuckling a little as if he was trying to hold back his laughter. "Mia, little one, I understand you're a bit upset about Chris not telling you right away, but I've been around his pack long enough to know that when they feel the pull it's hard to resist. He just followed his wolf, just as you have yours, so don't hold it against him for not telling you straight away he knew me," Merlin tried to ease her a little. Mia couldn't argue against his words and a small smile appeared on her face. "So are you going to hold me like this all day? Or do you think I can have some breathing space and catch up on everything? Well maybe not everything right away, but I hope you get what I mean," she asked Merlin as she looked up in his bright blue eyes. She saw the joy reflected in them as he gazed down on her. Somehow she couldn't really believe that this handsome man was her grandfather. Knowing how old her mom really was, it shouldn't have surprised her, but still face to face, it amazed her to no end. Merlin smiled and let her loose and took a step back. "Sorry, it just seems so unreal, I could hold you an entire day until it would sink in you are my granddaughter. No doubt about that, you look almost completely like her, you only have darker eyes, but for the rest I would dare claim it's my daughter in front of me." He let out a weary sigh before he looked her straight in the eyes again. "Please tell me she's all right?" "She's fine, so is my Da. She's not going to believe this. I don't know why but something tells me she convinced herself you had passed on because you never tried to find her." "Oh I did try, for many decades and centuries, but I never picked up her magical presence. It pained me endlessly but like her I convinced myself she must have passed on. Then when Chris called this morning..." Merlin shook his head in light disbelief, "It fuelled my hope of seeing her again. How is she doing? Or better how are your parents doing?" "They're both doing fine, once I tell them you'll be surprised at how fast they'll be here. She always told me of you, she never hid her heritage from my Da and me. However from an early age on she taught us how to cloak ourselves. Maybe that is why you were never able to find her?" she opted. "That is a very likely possibility, little one. She has always been good with her powers and she excelled in hiding them just as good. So yeah, I would have to agree that she hid you all very well. Even I wasn't able to find her. I bet if you hadn't met Chris I still wouldn't have known," he said as he turned to Chris and bowed his head with gratitude, saying a silent thank you to him. "Why don't you two go and sit down, I'll get us some drinks inside and then we can catch up with everything?" Chris suggested. "That's an excellent idea my friend, or should I call you my son now?" Merlin teased Chris. "Don't you dare, old man," Chris replied with mock anger, but with eyes sparkling with mischief. Merlin let out a bellied laugh and gave Chris a sound thump on his shoulder. "Never forget who you're dealing with, son," Merlin continued his teasing. Rubbing his upper arm, Chris rolled his eyes, turned and went inside. Mia had just stood there watching this little scene play out, it was clear those two had known each other for quite some time and also there was a deep trust between them, how she knew that she couldn't tell, but it showed how easy they were around each other. From what she remembered her mom telling her, Merlin had always been a very cautious man, hardly letting anyone close. It amazed her he even had a daughter, sadly enough her mom couldn't tell her much about that, although Merlin was old and so was her mom, he never told much of the woman who gave him his daughter. Maybe now he would, she would definitely ask about it. Her family was already small and very much sought after, she would grasp any chance she could to get to know more about her family, especially now she had found Chris and with him gained a large influential pack as a second extended family. It seemed that all the pieces of the puzzle that resembled her life were finally falling into place, starting with her finding Chris and now her grandfather, the elusive Merlin. She already started to prepare her mind to contact her mom for she would want to come over once she knew who was with her. A gently placed hand on her shoulder startled her out of her reveries, looking up she saw Merlin gesturing towards the few seats that were scattered over the wooden deck. "This sure has been a day with many surprises," he started to talk to her. She couldn't agree more. "So how have you been all these years? Chris didn't tell me much, just that he had found his mate and who you said you were. And your father, who is he?" he fired his questions. "Hold on, one thing at a time. I go through life as Mia Barlow, but as I explained to Chris as well Barlow isn't my true surname, MacLachlan is. My father is Richard MacLachlan," she answered, then waited to see if Merlin was up to date with werewolf history. "THE Richard MacLachlan?" he asked after a few minutes. Mia nodded. "No wonder your mom taught both of you how to keep yourself hidden. I know of what happened, not in much detail, I wouldn't mind hearing how it truly happened. He's been made out as a coward but looking at you tells me they couldn't be further from the truth even if it bit them in the ass," he ended. "You're right. My Da was cast out and when he left that wasn't enough for his father, he had sent the Betas after him to terminate him. He barely made it out alive. From what mom told me, he was a terrible mess when he ended up in her backyard. He was very lucky to have collapsed where he had, anywhere else and he surely would have been killed for sure. Mom knew right away he wasn't just a wolf and took him in and nursed him back to health. When he was back up and about it didn't take him long to 'claim' my mother," she ended with a smile. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 12 "So the wolf gene is dominant with you?" he asked. "Not really," Mia tentatively replied. "No? Explain please?" "I'd rather show, that's easier," she said. With little effort she surrounded herself in a thick impenetrable cloud, quickly undressed and shifted. Merlin chuckled at the modesty she showed and he was in awe of the beautiful wolf that now stood in front of him. What he saw next surprised him and explained everything as to why he never was successful in finding his daughter. He knew she had done the right thing. Mia, in wolf form, sat calmly on her haunches and without effort she was letting a few chairs float around them. The thick cloud appeared again and a few moments later a fully clothed Mia stood in front of him again, the chairs still waving about slowly. He just stared at her, the implications of what he saw sinking in even more. It was known that his kind occasionally paired up with other kinds, but mostly it meant they had to give up part of their powers, albeit not everything. It seemed in Mia's case, his daughter Gwenyth never had to give up any of hers, but embraced the duality of her joining to Richard. With that she had made it possible to have a true hybrid, someone who was a werewolf but an Ancient as well. He could tell right away Mia was powerful, she had shown little tricks on their own, what made it special was she showed them at the same time and in wolf form. He hardly picked up any magical flow that usually came together with using your powers. A certain understanding grew between them and Merlin was glad that her mate belonged to one of the higher ranking packs. People would think twice before taking any steps should her heritage become known. Chris stepped onto the deck and cleared his throat, it was clear now he had stalled a long time giving them both a few minutes alone. Merlin turned to Chris and mouthed silently another thank you. Chris acknowledged it with a small nod and a faint smile on his lips. "I've come with refreshments," Chris declared before putting down the tray, then sat down next to Mia. He wanted to pull her onto his lap, but Merlin's presence stopped him, but his arm did sneak around her and held her close to him. He craved for her touch, even if it was only having her sit beside him. At that point the conversation stalled a bit, each seemingly lost in their own thoughts. "I guess you'd love to get reacquainted with your daughter?" Mia asked after a while. "Yeah, more than anything, you can make it happen?" he asked hopefully. "I can yes. Even right now if you want." Mia saw him taking a huge gulp of air, almost preparing himself for what was to come. "Just give me a moment and I'll be able to contact mom," she spoke, softly now. Merlin only nodded, a bit lost for words. Mia got up and went around the deck, moving the seats to the side, making enough space. Standing in the middle of the empty space, she closed her eyes and focused on her mom. They didn't use this way to communicate that often so it always took a bit more concentration. After several seconds, which seemed like minutes for the two men looking at her, she found the dark pathway her mom and herself used. In a blink of an eye she travelled over and knocked on the imaginary door, even after all those years she didn't just jump into her mother's mind. One special occasion where she did just barge in, left her rather embarrassed with the thoughts her mom was having at the moment. Never again, she had told herself then. Since then she always knocked first. As if her mom was waiting for her the door opened instantly and her mom embraced her mentally. Hi mom, everything ok here? I'm fine, but more importantly how are you? Fine as well, only things went a bit faster then I'd hoped they would. Are you in trouble? No, mom, like I said I'm fine. But as it turned out when I went out with Fran last night I ran into Chris again, he turned out to be the brother of the man Fran is dating. Mia could hear her mother chuckle at this little revelation so she went on. I hid myself the entire evening, but after he drove me home last night we kissed. I don't know how or why, but my cloaking spell fell away and he straight away picked up I was a were too and his mate. So to cut things short, you got a son now. I had to come clean though about who I am and why we lived the way we do and he understands. Told you everything would work out for the best, I said to trust your wolf when it came to your mate. Yes, you did. I'm not regretting it one second, believe me. But that wasn't why I contacted you. Chris knows someone you may be interested in meeting. If you and Da are able, would you mind teleporting over? I've made enough room around myself, so you're safe to appear next to me. And who would that someone be? Mom, please, for once in my life, let me surprise you? You're going to love this, trust me. Just get Da and get over here. Ok, ok, I'll get your Da inside and we'll be there in ten minutes. That fast enough? Perfect, mom. We'll be waiting. She let out a heavy sigh as she opened her eyes again. This kind of communication always drained her a little bit, but sometimes it was just more fitting to use, this being such an occasion. "Mom and Da will be here in about ten minutes, just keep this area clear, they're teleporting over, " she told Chris and Merlin. Chris had an appreciative look on his face, Merlin on the other hand suddenly appeared nervous and started fidgeting with his hands. It seemed a bit odd because with her he was his calm self and in a matter of minutes he'd turned into a nervous wreck. Maybe his daughter meant more to him then she ever realized. They all waited in silence for ten anxious minutes, but then two people appeared next to Mia. Merlin got up and then froze, staring at the slightly older but almost the same replica of Mia, his daughter Gwenyth. Emotions welled up in his chest, he had difficulties breathing. He could barely believe that after all these centuries his little fawn had returned to him. He blinked profusely, unaware of the tears that had formed in his eyes, which were now cascading down his well-formed cheeks. "My little fawn, is that really you?" he managed to say. Gwenyth turned slightly, now looking at the tall man directly. The voice so familiar, even after all these centuries. His endearment for her lay so fresh in her mind as if he had used it only yesterday. She started to feel dizzy in her head. "Da, is that you?" was all Gwenyth managed to say before darkness took over and she fainted, her mate catching her just in time to prevent her from falling to the floor. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 13 SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan. Here we are with the next chapter, i know it's been a while, but I had loads of family commitments and other things fighting for my attention. Thus this chapter has been proofed but has not received a final edit. I will get that sorted and resubmit when I have that, but I didn't want you all waiting any longer. Thanks go towards JazCullen for her wonderful skills and support, same goes for The Guild and my followers on the blog and in Tweetland. You'll probably complain it's a short chapter and not much "action" going on, but I felt the last two chapters were needed to make the story and the family background to work. I'll stop ranting now and leave you to enjoy the latest installment of SIW. Hope you'll had a Merry Christmas and my best wishes for the new year to all! Chapter Five: Memories and Solutions. Merlin raced over to his daughter as he saw her slump down to the ground. Luckily her partner was someone with fast reflexes and had scooped her up in his arms before she even hit the ground. Merlin couldn't believe his eyes. His precious little fawn was back in his life after so many decades of separation. Without really realizing it he checked her over like he always used to do when she was near, but this time was different and it showed on his face. He couldn't sense her, nor pick up the light vibrations that normally surrounded her. He started to panic when he couldn't see if she was ok though he knew she only fainted. With a lost look on his face he locked eyes with the dark tall man holding his daughter and silently pleaded. Richard picked up the distress Merlin was feeling and after he briefly touched his mate's mind he reassured the other one, "She'll be fine, I think she didn't expect to see you here and she was caught by surprise. Have to say it's the first time someone has been able to shut her up so fast. Maybe you can drop by more often?" That last was said with a hint of humor which made it more clear to Merlin that she would be fine. "I'm sure she'll come around soon, she's a strong one." Holding her firmly close to his chest Richard then looked around and first extended his free hand towards Merlin, "It's nice to finally meet you, Sir. I'm Richard MacLachlan. Don't think there's a need to pretend in present company," he went on as he briefly look at his daughter standing next to a tall smirking man then focusing back on Merlin. As if Merlin suddenly remembered his manners, he grabbed the man's hand and shook it firmly. "Indeed, pretending certainly isn't needed here. Mia filled in most blanks before she contacted her mother. When Chris called early this morning I was thrilled to hear I had a granddaughter, I never could have hoped to be reunited with my daughter," Merlin replied. He let go of Richard's hand and carefully stepped closer, scooting down next to his daughter. Tenderly he stroked her face and upon that touch that felt like dozens of tiny little electric sparks surrounding his hand, their connection was reestablished and a content feeling settled in his heart. A quick mental and physical scan assured him she was indeed doing just fine, about to come around even as he felt her mind battling its way to the surface. Grabbing her hand now he waited in silence, just as all the rest were, for her to come around. After a few excruciating minutes Gwen's eyes fluttered open. The first she saw were her mate's loving eyes telling her everything was all right, then her gaze drifted to her other side. "Da?" she said in a tiny voice. A simple nod followed as answer and before anyone could see what happed Gwen had lunged herself in Merlin arms, toppling them both over on the ground. She was holding on for dear life not wanting to let go of her father even when she felt that old familiar chuckle emanating from his chest. "Oh my precious little fawn, I have missed you so much," he whispered in her ear as he tightened their embrace. "I've looked all over for you but after a century or two I lost all hope. You can't imagine how I felt as Chris told me I had a granddaughter, and then hearing from her that you were still alive and doing well." He couldn't help the tiny tear that slipped from his eye. All this time he had been alone and today he had gained a whole family and a whole pack. He knew the pack already considered him family because of his friendship with the Whelan brothers, but now this union only made it official. His heart was filled with joy and love for the people around him. He didn't care much that he lay on the ground rather ungracefully with his daughter half on top of him in a tight hug. All that mattered was that he had her back, his little fawn was back in his life. After what seemed ages they disentangled themselves. Gwen blushed a bit, knowing the scene in front of the others would have appeared almost comical, but she didn't care, she had her father back. "Da, I missed you so much. I went into hiding like you asked, I cloaked my identity like you taught me to, kept to myself. Then I found Richard in my back yard. Everything happened so fast at that time. I was glad you taught me so many things, that way Richard didn't surprise me so much when he said I was his mate. Since then it became second nature to cloak myself. Later when Mia was born and I noticed her powers I made sure both of them were able to do the same. Mia is special, Da. She's a perfect mix of both kinds, she's a true werewolf but she's Ancient like us too," Gwen explained rapidly, feeling that if she didn't say everything fast enough something would happen to spilt them up again. Merlin had a surprised look on his face after the rushed explanation. He turned sideways looking at Chris, who was holding an emotional Mia to his side. A simple nod confirmed what his daughter had just told him and strengthened the belief that what she had done was the right thing. Lost for words he just hugged his daughter closer. Right now, none of it all mattered, what did matter was his family being reunited. "Oh shoo, we must be quite the sight here, Da. Don't you think we should get up?" Gwen asked with laughter in her voice. "That might be a good idea, you have to get of me though. I've forgotten how heavy you were," Merlin joked. "So still the joker I see, you haven't changed one bit," Gwen replied as she gave him a mock blow on his shoulder. It seemed now the initial surprise was fading, the time apart faded with it and they seamlessly went back to their old ways. Yes, they were father and daughter, but as time went by they'd developed a nice friendship, one both felt very comfortable with. "Come on, let's get up, before the rest think we're just a pair of buffoons toying around," he said as he smiled up at her. Smirking at each other they finally got back on their feet. Gwen looked at her mate and shrugged her shoulder and simply smiled. Richard knew better than to argue with her and well, he knew her playful side, he was happy to see she hadn't lost that part of her completely. Once their daughter was born and started showing her powers Gwen kind of shut down and put most of her time in making sure they were all safe and undetectable from others. Holding out his hand to her, he walked towards where Mia and Chris were standing. They had witnessed this little reunion with amusement, that much was clear on their faces. Richard knew his mate had a lot of power and abilities, one being able to see snippets of the future. He realized she must have known something about Mia finding her mate in Chris. Obviously he had heard of the Whelan pack and their status. His little girl could have done a lot worse. It was clear on Chris' face that he loved and adored her, even though their mating only took place the night before and everything happened with the speed of light. Chris stood behind Mia, his arms protectively around her, one of his hand very lightly rubbing her tummy. Gwen gave a curious look towards Mia, as if she saw something that wasn't there yet. It didn't take them long to ease into a comfortable conversation and not before long the men were discussing the everyday sport results and were teasing each other because all of them liked different teams. The scene that was displayed looked like it was a group of people who knew each other very well. Not a group that had been apart for ages, decades, centuries even. After a while Gwen did a mental knock towards Mia and asked her if they could have a little chat away from the men. Mia gave an acknowledgeable smile and offered to bring a refill for their drinks, her mom quickly jumping up to help her daughter. When they were in the kitchen it didn't take long for Gwen to give her daughter the third degree. "So, when were you planning on telling us?" she asked with a firm voice but with a little twinkle in her eyes. "Tell you what, mom?" Mia answered. "Think hard and remember who you're talking too," Gwen pushed a bit more. Mia racked her brains as to what her mom was hinting at when it suddenly hit her and her cheeks went a dark shade of pink. "Oh that, it happened and it felt right, for both of us mom," Mia said after a few seconds. "Apparently I was in heat, but he gave me the choice. I didn't expect you to pick this up so fast. I mean, I don't even feel different myself, yet." "I'm happy for you, my darling. Did my Da pick it up as well?" Giving that question some thought, she shook her head. "Nope, he didn't pick anything up, or at least he didn't say or hint at anything." "Maybe he's slacking, who knows, you never know with him, the old devil!" Gwen replied with laughter. "He doesn't look so old, mom. When he first came in I had to admit he looked handsome. Can you believe all this feels a bit unreal? Like it's only a dream?" "It's real alright. I knew about Chris, but finding my Da here was a big surprise for me too. So I understand a bit how this all feels a bit surreal. Maybe now your Da can settle things with his pack and get that ridiculous bounty of his head. I'm still not happy he wouldn't let me sort this, it would have been done so fast." "But it probably wouldn't have been done the pack way, mom. We are what we are, but we have to respect his feelings. But I agree, let's hope he can settle this once and for all now. His pack should think twice before going against the Whelan's." "Not only that, Mia. I respected your father's decision and stayed out of it, even when I didn't agree with him at all. With my Da back in our lives it's a whole different matter. He's a joker all right but don't mess with him, or you'll see a whole different side of him. If he's close to the Whelan's I'm sure he knows part of the history of Richard's pack and trust me, your Da can decline his offer to help, it won't matter to him. He'll storm right in there, well maybe not like a storm with bells and whistles, but you know what I mean." "In other words, this will get settled one way or another. Let's hope Da's smart enough and accepts the help once it's offered." "I'm hoping for the same thing. I'm sure with the Whelan pack backing him up they won't be so ruthless," Gwen said. "Something tells me that won't be a problem. From the little I understand Chris told me that the were community now frowns upon selected matings. So Da's pack will have a hard time explaining why they put a bounty on his head. They'll have to revoke it, if not they'll be in for a treat then. Specially with Merlin at our side as well," Mia concluded. "Yeah, they'll have to think twice before making any kind of move. But enough about this, I'm sure the men will bring this up sooner or later. Let us now enjoy that my family is back together and I won't tell the rest yet," Gwen said as she winked at Mia, hinting at her pregnancy. Mia chuckled as she ran her hands over her still flat tummy. "Can you sense what it's going to be?" "It's a bit early for that, ask me again in a week if you really want to know." "I'll hold you to that, mom," Mia replied. Picking up the tray, they went back outside to join their men. It was clear they were enjoying some friendly rivalry in the sports department, with mock blows and gasps of disbelief to strengthen their own points. Looking at the three you wouldn't guess they were old and supposedly wise people. Both Mia and Gwen bit back a laugh as they briefly looked at each other before taking a seat next to their spouses. Merlin noticed the two woman rejoining them and smiled inwardly as he saw that without much thought both Chris and Richard subconsciously sought out the physical contact of their mate, pulling them close to their sides, while at the same time keeping up with the conversation. He felt proud that both his girls had gotten this lucky. He was even more happier about the fact that having been apart this long hadn't changed their relationship at all, it was as if they never had been separated. The rest of the day was spend catching up on lost time, exchanging experiences and anecdotes. Merlin even told that when she was a youngster Gwen always tried to sneak away. She succeeded a few times and when he went looking for her, he always found a little fawn, not far from the house. Wildly it would dash from side to side, hopping over imaginary rocks and tree stems and he was convinced it was chasing imaginary butterflies. The first time he had found her like this, he had been cross with her. She wasn't supposed to venture out on her own. She was too precious to him. The next time she sneaked out he found her again, only closer to home now, within shouting distance if it came to it. He felt proud that at such a young age she understood the importance of his lecture. From then on he started calling her little fawn, because it was quite clear it was her favorite form to switch too. The little endearment stuck, even when the little fawn grew up into a beautiful deer as the years went by. Without anyone really noticing it the afternoon turned into evening, it seemed there was no end to the things that were told and shared. After a while Chris noticed how silent Mia was as she lay with her head in the crook of his arm. Turning his head he noticed she'd fallen asleep. It seemed the events had finally taken their toll on her. He made a small gesture to her parents and Merlin, then carefully picked her up and carried her to his room. After tucking her in, he gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead and fought the urge to undress and snuggle up to her. He still had visitors and since she was asleep now, maybe he could tackle the more sensitive issue about her father's pack and their ultimatum and maybe find a way to settle that once and for all. Giving her one last yearning look he turned and quietly left his bedroom to rejoin his guests. On his way he picked up a few menus, thinking that it would be ok to order in some dinner. "She's fast asleep, didn't even hear a peep out of her when I tucked her in," he said as he sat down again. "Maybe we can order in some food and after that talk about a few more pressing matters? I didn't want to bring them up with Mia around, but we do have to talk about them." He looked at his new family and they all had a look of acceptance. "For me it's simple, Chris, I'll help where I can, I could obliterate them on the spot if needed. You know and I know their ultimatum is a farce," Merlin replied right away. The fierce reaction made Chris smile, he wouldn't expect him to act otherwise. He then looked at Gwen and Richard. After they exchanged a brief look they nodded affirmatively. "It's time this thing got settled, once and for all," Richard spoke with a firm voice, grasping Gwen's hand. "I'm done with hiding, especially now Mia has found you. I can't put that pressure on her any longer." "Whatever we do, let her in on what we'll decide, but Chris, be adamant that she has to stay out of the battle if it comes to it," Gwen told Chris and gave him a knowing look. "She's too vulnerable right now," she added sternly. "I promise I won't with hold anything back from her and yes, I do agree this is one battle she'll sit out," Chris agreed. He handed out the menus and told them to pick whatever they fancied. This gave him a few moments to collect his thoughts. He suspected her mom knew Mia was pregnant already and that knowledge had spurred her on to keep Mia out of any battles, he could only agree with her. She, no, both, were already too precious to him. He didn't dare think about the possibility of Mia or their unborn child getting hurt in any way. Chris just hoped she would agree with taking a back seat in the resolving of this dispute. After calling in their dinner orders, Chris swiftly put some plates on the table and refilled their drinks as they waited for their food to arrive. Chris had ordered extra for Mia in case she woke up, if not they could always reheat it later. Unpacking the many dishes, the four settled around the table, filled their plates and started talking. Nobody thought that waiting would do them any good now things were happening so fast. The core of the issue was that Richard was falsely accused of disobeying his Alpha, his own father no less, and sprouting from that false accusation his pack had put a bounty on him. He was to be brought back to the pack dead or alive, preferably alive, since his dad, still the current Alpha this day, had started to believe his own lies and wanted to end his son's life himself. The Betas had done their best to hide what had really happened, that Richard was betrayed by his chosen mate. When he confronted his father with these facts, he didn't believe him, and he made him an outcast, a rogue, banned from the pack. His dad quickly changed his mind about his first decision. He couldn't let his son get away with the knowledge he now had. Richard had put two and two together and had figured out why his dad wanted this union of the two packs so badly and when he was cast out he had already made up his mind to go to the Alpha Alpha of their territory and reveal everything. Only he didn't get far, he barely made it of his pack's lands when he was attacked by his dad's Betas. They accused him of being a wimp, a traitor, a weakling, a coward, someone not fitting for the future ruling pack of the territory. He fought back at first but he was greatly outnumbered and in the end he thought it best to let them have their way and just try and survive. Little snippets of the Betas conversations drifted in his memory still. He was appalled that after his refusal to mate with the woman, his dad tried to mate with her. Luckily, if you can call it that, she refused him and quickly rounded up her people and went back to her own pack. The knowledge that his father's plans were thwarted somehow was the only reason he tried holding to that last shred of life left in him. That's why he stopped fighting back, he needed all his willpower to hang onto that thin line. At one point he had lost consciousness, but the beatings and kicking went on for a long while. The Betas were convinced he'd died, his breathing was so slow that he really appeared to be dead. Not wanting to waste much time on him they shoved him in the bushes and covered him with leaves, branches and other loose things they could find and they left him there to rot away. For days he just lay there, holding on to that fragile thread of life. His wolf had taken over somewhere during that first night and was trying to heal his most vital organs, his wolf tried, but even he got exhausted. He didn't know how it was possible but after four days or so he caught a scent that sparked his interest. It acted like Ambrosia worked for the Gods on the Mount Olympus. It didn't quite heal him, but it revived him, sparked his will to live. Slowly but surely he crawled towards the scent. It felt like ages before he got near enough to understand who's scent it was. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 13 His bloodied snout just peaked out from under the bushes that surrounded a tidy, organized back yard. A little whimper escaped his throat as he saw the innocent looking woman gather some herbs and vegetables from her garden. When their eyes locked only one word came to mind MINE. He saw her eyes widen in surprise at what she saw, but once he picked up she wasn't scared, he gave up his inner battle and passed out. How she did it was a mystery at first to him, but the next time he woke up, he was inside a barn. He was back in human form and he noticed several bandages covering his arms, legs and ribcage. He felt stiff and sore all over, even breathing slowly was uncomfortable. Several bruises in all kinds of colors graced his large body. With a grunt he twisted his head as he heard the barn doors open and close gently, followed by almost silent footsteps in his directions. Not sure what to expect he huddled in a corner, biting his lower lip to prevent him from grunting out his pain as he tried to move. "Shhhh, it's ok, I mean you no harm," he heard a gentle voice say. The beast within him stirred at the sound of it bring back a few flashes from before he passed out. Again his beast called out Mine! and a soft rumble rose in his chest. The female gave him a quizzical look, but decided he meant her no harm and approached further. He looked at the things in her arms and concluded she was only wanting to redress his bandages. Relaxing visibly, he scooted a bit closer, out of his corner and watched with great interest how she prepared everything. There seemed to be a method in her actions, a fluency, a grace. Every little thing she did caught his attention. Richard shook his head as he felt a gentle hand on his thigh, bringing him back to the present time. He smile reassuringly at Gwen, she picked up where his mind had wandered to. As always her gentle touch brought him back and calmed him, soothed his beast. Following the conversation for a while he stepped in, "This ends, once and for all. Chris I'd be grateful if I'd get the backing of the Alpha Alpha on this, but it's time to put an end to this charade my dad's been having. I'm done hiding, but I want to be sure there will be no reprisals against Gwen or Mia." "They'll be safe, nothing will happen to them," Chris cut in. "I won't allow it and I'm sure Merlin has a thing or two up his sleeve to make sure nothing or no one will harm them." Merlin grunted affirmatively. He wouldn't let anything happen to his family, not now he had found them again. "Timing will be crucial. I just have to add that I've promised Mia not to tell my brothers who she really is. Maybe I shouldn't have promised that so soon, I'll talk to her about it and maybe she'll change her mind. Though I have to admit I don't mind keeping a low profile for a while longer and introducing her to the pack on the next full moon. Something tells me she'll get a nice surprise then," he told the others as a smile formed on his lips. "Not a bad surprise, I hope?" Gwen asked. "Of course not. You see I got a call from my eldest brother the other day, he told me he'd found his mate. I think you may know her, Fran?" Chris replied. Gwen smiled at that revelation, "That is indeed going to be a surprise for her and the other way around. It's one I'll welcome too, she always seemed to belong to our family and soon she'll be family. Thank you for telling us Chris." "Let us recap on how we want to handle things?" Richard jumped in. "You'll talk to Mia and see if she'll revoke your promise, so we can get the Alpha Alpha on board. When would be a good time to settle this do you think?" "As I said, I'll talk to her about it, I hope she agrees, but I'm not so sure about it. From what I could feel she's very protective of you two and she won't want anything to happen. If she doesn't then we'll have to wait till after the full moon, I said I'd wait till then," Chris answered. "As much as I want this situation settled as well, I'm starting to understand why she's being so careful. She kept me at a distance too until she dropped her shield, or whatever you'd call it. I wouldn't mind some time together before we set this all in motion." At the same time he did worry about Mia and their unborn child, a little fact that wasn't known by the others just yet. He wanted some time alone with her to strengthen their bond. A little chuckle escaped him, it wasn't only that he wanted, he wanted to devour her, make her his over and over again. He wanted her in his bed and to never let her out again. "If you want this done before the full moon and she hasn't revoked my promise, I will accompany you instead of my brother. You are not alone in this. We never knew the real facts about what had happened back then but even so our dad made sure something similar could be prevented. If a mating is set up between two adults, who aren't true mates, the AA-council has to approve it and only on very few occasions are they allowed. The timing may be a bit awkward, but we'll take care of this," Chris reassured the others at the table. "There isn't much more we can finalize right now as to pick a date to confront your dad, Richard. So what do you say we help Chris clean up the table and dishes and then give those two youngsters a bit of privacy?" Gwen asked her mate. He wanted to argue that they had more to discuss, but Gwen gave him a knowing look and a mental image that had him quickly changing his mind. Jumping up it was as if the table couldn't be cleared fast enough. Chris and Merlin looked at each other and burst out laughing. Both had figured out what had happened between them. A few moments later the table was cleaned, the dishes done and a plate with leftovers placed in the oven. They said their goodbyes and exchanged promises to stay in touch. Gwen and Richard left the same way as they came and Merlin did the same. All were gone in a spilt second as if they never stood there in the first place. Chris let out a relieved breath, checked the time and decided, despite it still being so early, he'd join Mia. He'd prefer just holding her close for a while, than pacing endlessly hoping for her to wake up. Maybe she'd sooth him enough he'd join her in her sleep. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 14 SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan. Here we are with a more steamy update. Many thanks towards the fierce supporters in Tweetland, JazCullen for being an ace proofreader, Asylum for his editorial skills and The Guild for their continuous support. I'll be adding a new chapter to my other on story on my blog, need a bit of cooling down myself after this one. I'll be back to writing the next chapter for SIW after that. Enjoy the read! Mokkelke Chapter Six : Skipping "Classes" Is So Rewarding. As he roused from his deep sleep, Chris let out a silent sigh, feeling content holding the warm woman cuddled close to him. During the night she must have turned in his embrace and now their legs were intertwined. She was draped on his chest, her head tucked snuggly under his chin. One of her legs was slightly pulled up, gently pressing against his groin area. As long as she lay still he was fine, but occasionally she'd stir in her sleep and as a result his dick was hard and straining painfully against his pants. He endured his discomfort because he reveled more in the feelings of contentment and happiness. Chris finally knew what he had been missing all these decades. With little regret he thought of all the woman he had bedded and never stayed to see them wake up. Oh he had enjoyed every single occasion, so had his willing partner for that night. Yet he always came home restless, not feeling complete. That feeling was gone now. If his brother was only feeling half of what he felt now, he finally understood that gap his brother had longed to fill for so long. Tenderly he twirled a curl around his finger. Her hair was soft to the touch and vaguely smelled of strawberries. Lifting up his hand, he surprised himself as he touched his cheek with his finger, amazed again by the softness of her locks. He had his wild side but right now he didn't have the need nor the burning desire to be forceful and demanding. It was just the opposite, he wanted to show the woman in his arms just how much she meant to him. Feeling her stir, he bit back a groan as now her leg moved as if it was caressing him and it was becoming more difficult to rein in his desire to make love to her. "Hmmmm," he suddenly heard, "Aren't these pants bothering you?" Mia asked in a voice laced with sleep and a hint of mischief. "Are they bothering you, my dear?" he answered with a question. "Actually, they are. There are so many things I could do if they weren't in the way," she replied, her voice taking on a deep sultry tone. Leisurely she traced his visible muscles on his abs and then his arms, leaving behind a trail of tiny shivers. "So which is the fastest way to get rid of them? Your way or mine?" he challenged her softly. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she rose up and straddled him. To his surprise he felt her wetness close to his own naked flesh. "Definitely my way," Mia spoke softly as she winked at him. Placing his hands on her tiny waist, he couldn't help the rumble in his chest. "I can get used to this, fast and clean and no mess to clean up. Hmm I sure do like this way of yours," he murmured as he placed his hands over her heaving breasts. Her clothes had disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving him a view he was very quickly becoming addicted too. Not in the mood for much wordplay, he rose up and latched himself onto a puckered nipple while he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. Gently he rolled, pinched and tugged at it as he sucked on the other one. Changing sides he made sure to give both sides the same treatment. Chris did his best to ignore the movements of her hips, which were enticing him, luring him closer. As if they wanted to invite him to go to paradise. He wasn't having any of it. Despite how wicked he could be, no matter how much he'd desired his partners, never ever did he cum first. He always made sure his partner had nothing to complain about. He wasn't about to start that now, so he tried his hardest to ignore the squirming woman in his lap. Her wet folds were coating his hard flesh with her honey like fluids. Mia was tempting him like no other had before. Looking up he saw the pure bliss on her face. Eyes closed, a tiny bit of her tongue sticking out as she pressed her lips together, trying to hold back her moans. He wanted to hear her, he wanted to hear her sing those passionate tones that made his wolf howl with pleasure. Threading his hand through her silky locks at the nape of her neck Chris maneuvered her so he could slant his lips over hers. Her taste alone could make him drunk. Tilting her head slightly, he licked her lips, silently demanding entry to her mouth. Willingly she opened up and let him in. The searing heat between them went higher and higher as they silently fought over dominance during their kiss. Even being on top didn't help Mia. As if Chris knew he might lose the upper hand, he held her closely and twisted them around. Her legs automatically wrapped tightly around his narrow waist. Nestled snuggly between her thighs, he gently rocked back and forth without entering her. Lazily he caressed her wet folds with his hard cock, always succeeding in rubbing her clit every time he came near her slit. Reluctantly he left her sweet lips, but he had set a goal for himself. He wanted her to scream his name and for that he would have to leave her mouth. It did, however, open up so many other sweet places he could torture. He started with leaving a tiny trail of kisses over the arch of her brow, gently placing a neat kiss on each eyelid before following the soft curves of her jaw, down to her neck. He sniffed and felt so overwhelmed by her scent he almost gave in. Slowly he licked her neck, making sure he went over his marks he had left the night of their mating, sending a passionate wave through her trembling body. Chris felt her hands sneaking up his torso, lightly grazing his hardened nipples. He let her have these few seconds simply because he could just purr at the sensations it gave him. Only when she tried to cup his head and guide him back up to her tempting lips, did he stop her. Grabbing her hands, he placed them above her head, holding both in one hand. He winked at her and with his free hand wiggled his index finger in front of her. "It's my turn. I'm going to make you scream until you can't take anymore," his whispered softly in her ear. "Are you going to be a good little girl and keep your hands where I put them or do I have to tie you up?" Mia licked her lips, she knew that if it really mattered she could be out of her restraints in a heartbeat. Though somewhere deep down she liked his suggestion and she liked his dominant streak so she tugged, trying to free herself and getting the desired reaction out of him. "I see you made your choice," he said as he tightened his grip. Holding out his hand he asked, "Show me what you want me to use to tie you up with, my sweet." Mia grinned. She knew what his open palm meant and she couldn't help to bring in a bit of humor, so she materialized a soft set of ropes in the brightest shade of pink she could come up with, each end covered with fluffy feathers. "Is this what you want me to use?" Chris asked with a big grin on his face and the amusement clear in his eyes. Mia moved her head slightly up and down in confirmation. Chris' smile only grew wider, Mia had no idea what she just had let herself be in for. Straddling her, he made sure his weight wouldn't crush or hurt her in any way, he made sure he kept a strong grip on her wrists. Dropping one of the ropes beside him, he used the other to tie her wrists together. Making sure he had her tied up, he checked that his knots weren't too tight. He wouldn't be able to see her hurt or scarred in any way. Mia gave him a surprised look as she noticed him only using one of the ropes. Reassuring himself the bonds were done perfectly, he reached behind the bedhead and pulled a tiny iron ring into view. Smiling inwardly he commended himself for his love for antique furniture. His bed looked normal, only it had several hidden rings and hooks. This was the first time he put them to use. He winked at Mia as he pulled the rope through the tiny ring and secured her to the bed. Mia couldn't help but test her bonds and followed the rope up to where it was now attached to the bed. She realized then that this bed would probably have more hidden things and she wondered whether Chris would put them to use. Moving her gaze back to Chris she couldn't help but feel smug as she took in his toned physique and it was all hers, or rather she was all his at the moment. She could tell by his heaving chest that he was just as aroused as her. When her eyes traveled further south there was no doubt at how much he wanted her. She licked her lips as she took in the view of his raging hard on that sprouted from a black bush of hair, standing proudly, a tiny drop of pre cum glistening at the very tip. Biting back a moan she wished she could wrap her lips around his hard flesh and lick up that tiny drop. Chris must have followed her because suddenly he let out a soft moan. "If you keep looking at me like that, you temptress, there won't be much left to enjoy," he warned her. "So you're all talk and little action again?" she teasingly spoke back. "Oh you're in luck I want to hear you scream in a bit or I would have gagged you for that remark, my sweet," he answered. Wanting her desire to rise even higher, he slightly leaned back and grasped his dick and leisurely stroked himself a few times, eliciting more moans from Mia's lips. He could feel her squirm under him and though he was the one enjoying himself the most, he just loved how it enticed her and heightened her lusty feelings. He let go of his dick as he scooted higher up her body. Looking into her eyes, his hands now started playing with her round globes, squeezing them gently, deliberately avoiding her little hard nubbins. Bit by bit his round motions became smaller until eventually he reached her hard nipples. All this time Mia's eyes hadn't left his. Her tongue occasionally slipped out to wet her lips. Oh how Chris wanted to feel those lips sealed around his cock right now, but he restrained himself. He'd wait a while longer before he'd give himself that pleasure, there was something else he wanted first and he had her just in the perfect position for it. Still locking eyes, Chris bent his cock a little with his thumb until it lay snuggly between her breasts. This was something he very rarely wanted to do with his bed partner. If he took the time to count how many times he actually had, he'd only need one hand to add up those occasions. This time it had called to him as he gently fondled her breasts, teasing and tempting her. Something about her willingness told him she would do almost anything to please him and right now what he wanted was to bury his cock between her luscious globes and fuck them slowly. He'd noticed the slight widening of her irises but the lust and passion in them never wavered for one second once she understood what he was doing. The feeling of her warm soft flesh against his hard cock almost did him in and he had to close his eyes, attempting to block out the passionate gaze Mia was giving him as he rocked back and forth. Lazily he toyed with her nipples, rolling them slowly under his thumbs in rhythm with his thrusting. He couldn't help but let out a low moan of contentment. Then his eyes shot open and he saw Mia lifting up her head as much as she could and each time he rocked her way her tongue slipped out and licked up and round his engorged tip. He couldn't take it anymore and let go of her breasts, releasing his hard shaft. His hand trailed into her hair as he helped to keep her head lifted up as he held his cock with his other hand and guided it into her awaiting mouth. Eagerly she wrapped her lips around him and twirled her tongue up and down his cock. Not for a single moment did she lose eye contact, she wanted to see how she affected him. Their first time he had blindfolded her, admittedly she had enjoyed it tremendously but she could get lost in a man's eyes as they darkened with passion as she pleasured him. Normally she wouldn't make the first move to do a blow job, but something about Chris and his gentle dominance made her want to give him as much pleasure as she knew she would get back tenfold. She liked how he cupped her head, his thumbs tenderly stroking the side of her jaw, as bit by bit he fed his cock deeper into her warm mouth. He stopped just in time, he didn't want to push in too far, he wanted this to be pleasurable for both of them. For a while he just kept still and let Mia have her way. He could howl out loud his joy at the exquisite feelings her little tongue provoked. Time after time she licked around the very tip, switching to sucking his cock as if her life depended on it. Chris was starting to have trouble holding back, he could only imagine how all this would feel if she wasn't restrained, but right now he could only pant heavily. Restrained the way she was and yet she made him crumble at her feet, worship the ground she walked on. He couldn't help it and he started rocking again, her tiny little tongue darting all over him as her lips kept him firmly wedged in her mouth. Biting his lips he tried preventing himself from cursing out loudly, she was bringing him right to the edge, but he didn't want it to be over yet. With all the control he could gather, and a pang of regret, he moved back. As he got enough room, he bent down and started leaving a trail of tiny kisses. He didn't leave a spot untouched. He faintly tasted his own pre cum on her lips, but that didn't stop him from invading her mouth for a searing hot kiss that again left her twisting and turning under him. He had to commend her for not once trying to get out of her bonds, nor using magic to free herself. All these little things started adding and building the profound love he felt for the little minx currently tied up in his bed. After ending their kiss, he continued his searing path downwards, kissing, nibbling and licking every part he could reach. Once he arrived where he wanted to be, he spread her legs and looked in awe at the treasure he revealed. As if he wanted to study her in detail, he very slowly trailed his index finger over her wet folds, her arousing scent making him more crazy about her. All he wanted to do was plunge right in there and fuck her brains out, but again he remembered his personal goal. His look went up and locked with her eyes again. Chris didn't want to give her what she clearly wanted, not yet. Ever so slowly he inserted his finger. It wasn't meant to arouse her further, but he wanted to taste her. As he removed his finger and brought it up to his mouth, her scent rolled over him like waves on a beach. Licking his finger clean he moaned. "Ambrosia of the Gods, that's what you taste like for me," he said huskily. "So addictive, I'd get used to this." Not wanting to verbally express her feelings she sent him a mental note; you're torturing me here, Chris! "No fear, my sweet, it's going to be sweet torture, I promise," he said in reply, a wicked, bone melting smile appearing on his face before he lowered it and covered her wet folds with his lips. He couldn't stop the appreciative growl that emanated from his chest as he started licking up her sweet juices that covered her sex. Wanting to go slow, he "inspected" each little curve in detail. Lick after lick, he was driving her mad with a need that matched his own. Craving more of her sweet juice, he plunged his tongue into her wet core and eagerly lapped up her essence. Mia started bucking against his lips but Chris wasn't having any of it. He was having the time of his life and he surely wasn't done pleasuring her. Releasing her for only a few seconds, he lifted her legs over his shoulders. He scooted closer, so she was now resting on her shoulder blades. Gently, but firmly, did he support the rest of her body. "Now, now, don't be so eager, love. I haven't lost my appetite yet. So lay still so I can have my fill," he chastised her with a light chuckle in his voice. Lowering his head again, he went straight for her clit, licking it mercilessly. His eyes locked with hers, a silent promise that if she did what he wanted she would get a lot more than she was hoping for. He loved the feel of her round butt cheeks in his hands. Squeezing them every so often he could tell by her gasping breath she loved what he was doing. Shifting his attention back to her core he eagerly went back to what he was doing before. With gusto he devoured her. He started slow but before long he started picking up the speed at which he was licking and suckling her wet folds. The slight tremble in her legs was another indication she was rapidly nearing her release. Giving it a little thought, he reluctantly retreated which got a growling response from Mia. "Shhh, I'm not done yet, just want to support you a little better while I free up my hands," he reassured her. He had been sitting on his knees at first, but now carefully twisted his legs under him so he sat on his butt. Pulling up his legs, he carefully rested her behind on his knees until she was still within his reach. "You ok like this?" he asked and got a nod in return. He gave her a quick wink as he, again, lowered his head. Now his hands joined in. As he licked her clit, he pried open her slick pussy lips, opening her up completely to his searing gaze. Mesmerized by her sweet scent he started licking her pussy from the bottom to the top, luxuriating in her delicious taste. Time and time again he swept his agile tongue over her clit and inside of her. Sensing she wanted more he replaced his tongue with two fingers, the thumb of his other hand covering her clit and making tiny circles around it. Chris noticed she was trying hard not to move or buck against his fingers. Little drops of sweat were gracing her beautiful face and she was biting her lip, trying hard not to make a sound. He admired her strong will, as well as that little stubborn streak that surfaced now. Mia knew he wanted her to scream, yet she wasn't giving in, even when she was this close. If she thinks she's gonna win this battle of wills, she's so wrong. I'll have her scream my name! Chris thought to himself. Determined to conquer her he stepped up his efforts. He'd kept his ministrations gentle and caring, but if she was able to fight against them he'd have to get a bit more firm with her, more persistent and he could tease and torment her. He liked the sound of the latter. He latched on to her clit and sucked hard on it as he inserted a third finger and started moving them in a steadily building pace. He could sense her heartbeat going just that little bit faster and he noticed how hard she was gripping the rope above her head. She was ready to shatter. Ready to cum, my sweet? he teased her mentally. She panted loudly as she came closer and closer as he moved faster and sucked harder. Still she remained silent. You want more? Need another finger? Or do I have to suck harder? he goaded her on. Please, let me cum she practically screamed inside his head. He felt her tensing up, making herself ready to let the nearing orgasm wash over her. How he managed it he didn't know, but just at the moment she would topple over that edge he stopped. He sat up, gently removed his fingers and leisurely licked them clean. Mia's eyes were shooting bullets at him and he knew very well why, but he only smiled. He let his legs fall open and let her slide down, so she rested on the bed again. Readjusting his cock, he stroked her outer pussy lips with it, coating it in her juices. He was tempted to just plunge in and fuck her, but he knew he wouldn't. He'd win this game. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 14 "You should have let go, then you would have gotten what you wanted so badly," he spoke softly. Getting on his knees, he moved in closer as he aimed for her wet slit. Slowly he pushed himself all the way inside of her. Chris had to close his eyes as he reveled in the feelings of her pussy walls clamping down on his hard flesh. At a tormentingly slow pace he pulled back and pushed himself back in. He was aware this was a shared torment, for he longed to turn her around on all fours and slam into her mercilessly. Bending down, he put one hand next to her head to steady himself. His other hand wandered over her body. Tweaking a nipple, squeezing a breast, caressing her face, one sweet touch followed after the other as he kept up his slow movement. He heard her breathing getting shallower, her heartbeat picking up pace, she was getting close again. This time she would give him what he wanted. Determined to have his way he started to entice with softly whispered words of encouragement, accompanied with an increased speed as he plunged into her pussy over and over again. Mia had closed her eyes, hoping it would help her be quiet as Chris ravished her. She didn't want to give in, but she had to admit, he was good at what he did. Biting her lip she made a small effort to keep silent, apart from moans and groans, leaving her mouth. Chris looked at her. He felt pride as he saw how hard she was trying not to give in, but he had a need. A need he wanted to see fulfilled. Resting his forehead against hers, he started moving faster, urging her to join him. Gently kissing her lips, he made his way over to her ear. "I know you don't want to give in, but I need this, I need you. I need to know you are mine," he pleaded softly, then he traveled further, licked his marks and bit down. This had the desired effect. He felt her tensing up as the bond they shared intensified. "Chris!!" she screamed. He felt her inner walls constricting around him as he kept moving through her orgasm. Releasing her, he licked at the tiny wounds, closing them up, then he cradled her in his arms as he kept on moving. Only when he felt her relax did he allow himself to get lost in her. She surprised him as he suddenly felt her piercing his skin in turn. Not able to hold back any longer he slammed down harder and faster, only slowing as his knot began to grow and he desperately wanted them to be joined again. Breathing heavily, he steadily pushed his knot inside of her, then continued with shorter strokes, losing himself completely in her depths. After a few more strokes his inner battle was lost and he coated her insides, spurt after spurt until he felt drained. Drained, but sated. Bracing himself on his elbows, he tried not to crush her. "You can move stuff. Think you're able to turn us around? I don't want to crush you like this, but seeing we're still locked. It would be nice if we switched around and you lay on top of me," he asked breathlessly. "And untie yourself while you're at it. I want to feel your arms wrapped around me, my precious." Keeping his eyes closed, he felt the soft breeze from their turning. He only relaxed once he felt the bed under him. Not a second later he felt her arms sneaking around him as she snuggled closer in his protective embrace. He bet that if she were a cat, she'd be purring out of sheer bliss. Holding her close with one arm, he used the other to scoop away the hair that had covered her pretty, pink flushed face. Lifting his head slightly, he dropped a very chaste kiss on the tip of her nose. "I can get used to waking up like this every day. A pretty lady draped over me, a satisfied one at that-" "Don't you get cocky now!" Mia finally said out loud. "I'll give you all the cock you need," he teased. He couldn't help it but his hands traveled south, cupped her bottom and he moved her over his cock that was still buried deep inside of her. This rewarded him a soft moan. "Honestly Mia, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. Sorry, the both of you. I know it all went a bit fast and you had your share of revelations and surprises, but you faced them head on. You have no idea how proud that makes me feel. I love your stubborn streak. Don't think I'd cope well with someone just giving in all the time. I know I'm a dominant bastard at times, but never forget I have only one goal now and that is to please you any way I can." He followed his little speech with a searing kiss wanting to emphasize his words. Chris could smell she was getting aroused again and he didn't need much to pick up where they had stopped before. Both gasping for air, they looked at each other intensely. "I'm yours as you are mine, love. Do with me as you please," he told her and for the very first time in his life he gave away control. He wasn't scared or frightened. Who could be with such a beautiful lady sprawled over him and pinned to him. He only found it a bit daunting to let go of his controlling nature in bed. He simply wanted to prove to her he trusted her, mind, body and soul. He knew there was a hard time coming and he wanted to savor her company as much as possible, in every possible way. She needed to know she could trust him, that he would do anything to keep her safe. Chris also wanted her to know she'd be the only person he would willingly submit himself to. It didn't take Mia long to grasp what he was implying. Tenderly she brushed her lips against his, then kissed his cheeks, nose, slowly leaving a trail of tender kisses. "There's so many things I could do with you, but they can't compare with what you do to me, my love. The way you make me feel, it's just divine. But I thank you for giving me this, I'll cherish it always and forever." With those words softly whispered in his ear she started rocking in small circles, lifting herself up in a sitting position. Immediately his hands traveled towards her sides. He didn't guide her, he just wanted to touch her, feel her silky skin under his rough hands. Chris saw how her hands covered his and how she led them to her breasts. "Touch me," she huskily said. That was something he didn't need to be told twice. What he didn't expect was for her to fondle his own nipples. She didn't really squeeze them, just moving her hands over and around them made them just that bit more sensitive. Gently they kept caressing each other while Mia kept up her slow, buildup of pace, grinding in circles on top of him. Chris tried, but failed, to let her have her own way. She kept biting in her lower lip, a move he found so utterly sexy and provocative that he wanted to kiss her there. He cupped her head and gently nudged her forward so he could capture her lush lips in a breathtaking kiss. If you want to have the upper hand, I suggest you stop biting those sexy lips of yours. He rather felt instead of heard her chuckle lightly as she responded, I'm not complaining, maybe that's what I wanted. His self-restraint broken, he intensified their kiss until both were panting. Their passion grew so fast that both were surprised when they joined each other in that sweet moment of eternal bliss. Chris' arms went around Mia and he held her close, her head resting in the crook of his neck. Slowly their breathing calmed down and evened out. Mia drifted off in a light slumber, joined by Chris a few moments later. * * * * A shrill ringing sound startled Chris awake and he tightened his grip on Mia, who was still asleep on top of him. Realizing it was his cellphone, he carefully rolled to his side, letting Mia snuggle in the covers. Giving her a quick kiss on her nose, he silently got up trying to get to the wretched thing before it would wake up Mia. He recognized the number, that being of his own garage. Answering the call he spoke rather gruffly. "Yeah, it's Chris, what do you want?" "Sorry to disturb you, boss, but we were wondering if you were coming in today. We have one or two meetings needing your attention," came the hesitant reply. Chris recognized the voice of Thomas, the general manager at the garage. He also picked up the slight hesitation. "Don't tell me you lot aren't able to handle things for just one day?" Chris stated firmly. "Normally we can, but there is also a woman here who's getting pretty insistent she only wants to be 'serviced' by you, boss," Thomas replied. Chris groaned out loud. Checking the time he realized they overslept badly. Him being his own boss, that wasn't a big issue, but he didn't know whether Mia had to go to work or not. Then Thomas calling, he just wanted to crawl back into bed, next to Mia. "You can tell the lady I won't be in today. If she still keeps it up you can tell her to take her business elsewhere. I will try to stop by this afternoon to check on things and clear my agenda. The coming weeks I have a few other things on my mind." Chris' mood got a bit lighter after saying that, giving a quick glance towards his bedroom, he knew just how he'd keep himself occupied. "Your turning down a lady? Damn, boss, are you sick?" Thomas laughed at his own remarks. "I'm not sick. When the time is right I'll explain. For now all you need to know is that if any of those ladies come by, you can forward them to someone else. I won't be helping them anymore," he firmly replied. "Anything you need to tell us, boss?" Thomas tried again. "In due time, Thomas, in due time. Now get back to work, I'll be in later this afternoon. Remember I'm not coming in when it comes to the ladies, if more should stop by." "Understood, boss." "Talk to you later, Thomas, I got to go now." "Ok, see you later, boss." Chris let out a heavy sigh as he cut off the call. His past behavior was already creeping up on him. Those days were over now. He knew he shouldn't have let Thomas handle it, but today he didn't want to leave Mia. Correction, not just today, more like ever. He shook his head. Three days and both their worlds had been turned upside down. He went from a Casanova with a different girl on his arm every week to a father-to-be overnight. Oddly enough it didn't scare the shit out of him one bit, just the opposite, he finally felt like everything was falling into place. He hoped Mia would be understanding about his previous "lifestyle", but he knew she was aware what their mating meant. Nobody else but her would arouse him now, just thinking about her was enough to get him started. Remembering he was skipping work, he browsed his menu and dialed Mia's work. He wanted to be sure that she wouldn't get into any trouble. "Ontario Vintage Cars, this is Suzie talking, how can I help you?" a soft voice answered. "Hi, I'm Chris Whelan, I'm calling on behalf of Mia. I didn't know whether she was due for work or not. Just calling in she'll be needing a sick day, don't know how she'll be tomorrow," Chris replied. He was aware he didn't tell the whole truth, but it was better than nothing. "That's ok, her mom already called her in sick as well, said she'd be out for the rest of the week. I hope she isn't too sick?" Suzie asked with concern. Silently Chris thanked Mia's mom, he owed her one, big time. "She's sleeping at the moment," at least that wasn't a lie. "Anyways, I'll leave you to it then. I'll tell Mia to call in once she's feeling better, to see if she needs to sort anything out." "That's no problem, I hope she gets well soon, tell her we'll miss her and that she has to take care of herself." "I'll see to that myself," Chris replied, "Goodbye, Suzie." "Goodbye, Mister Whelan." He grinned, tossed his cellphone back on the table and went back to his bedroom. They had the rest of the week to themselves thanks to Mia's mom. Only he had to drop in at work to sort a few minor things. Rest of the week he could spend with Mia. Standing in the doorway, he saw Mia was still sound asleep. Carefully he got back into bed and curled up behind her, his arms around her as he pulled her against him. He smiled as he heard her sigh contently. Yup, he definitely could get used to this. Being wide awake, he enjoyed having her in his arms, listening to her breathing, her scent washing over him. His mind went back to everything that was discussed yesterday. Chris knew he had to talk to her, hope she'd understand that it would be better to tell Nick right away. He'd understand if she didn't, he couldn't really blame her. At least he had her promise he could tell Nick after the full moon. Now he was going to enjoy holding her until she woke and then they would have to talk about it all. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 15 Chapter Seven : Command and Conquer. Here we are with a new update. It hasn't got the final edit, sadly my editor is going through a rough patch and thus is unable to grace us with his excellent work. You'll be glad to know the next chapter is already finished is with Jaz right now to get her stamp of approval. As always many thanks towards the guild and those in tweetland. Enjoy the read. Mokkelke Lazily she stretched her limbs, smiling as she felt the warm body pressed against her backside. Immediately Mia felt the change. The body behind her went from relaxed to tense in a heartbeat. The arm that had lain carelessly around her stomach, now travelled upwards, cupping one of her breasts, pinching her protruding nipple. "Chris, don't you ever get enough?" she teased lightheartedly. "Of you? Never. I'll always want you. Now spread your legs so I can say good morning in a proper way," he hoarsely spoke next to her ear. Mia grinned as she pulled up one leg and lifted the other. Releasing her nipple, he moved his hand to support her leg. Tilting his hips, he brushed his erection over her wet folds. "Bring me home, sweetheart," he whispered softly. Bracing herself on one elbow, she reached down with her other arm, took hold of the hot flesh that was rubbing against her. She couldn't resist giving him a light squeeze before she aimed him at her wet core. Slowly he pushed forward until he was buried to the hilt. Gently he rocked back and forth. Chris lowered her leg so it lay on top of his thighs. With his hand free again, he started roaming her lush body before settling between the apex of her thighs. His fingers searched and found her hard little nub. Tenderly he stroked her, eliciting moan after moan from her. Turning her head towards Chris, he took the opportunity to capture her lips in a sweet delicate but mind numbing kiss. Mia didn't know left from right. He was showing a totally different side of him. He had been gentle before, but now it felt ten, no a hundred times better. The love he felt for her just poured all over her and she took it all. She didn't think it was possible, but he slowed down even more and just like that she felt her need rise higher. She wanted to urge him on but knew it would be in vain to try and coax him. It was clear he was enjoying this very much and who was she to deny him that? His expert moves and touches made her feel so loved and wanted. Without expecting it her release washed over her. It wasn't as fierce as some of the previous ones but it was so intense, all she could do was bite her lip and ride the waves of ecstasy for as long as he kept moving. One hand got tangled in the sheets, her other hand reached behind her, landing on his firm ass. She could feel his muscles relax and tense as he kept stroking himself in and out of her wet folds. Panting heavily, she tried to speak, but her dry throat prevented her from her words getting out. Join me, my mate, she said through their mental bond. It was all Chris needed to hear to release his last bit of strength and he gripped her tight, shaping her to fit his body even better before he slammed in hard and fast. In, out, in, out, in and out was all he needed before he coated her insides with his warm seed. He didn't let go, he held her there for several minutes, both catching their breath. A little while later he felt Mia shudder lightly in his arms. Thinking she was cold, he reached over to try and get hold of the blanket, but she stopped him. As she turned around he saw her smiling. She snuggled close, her arms wrapped around his neck. Their bodies pressed close, she nuzzled his neck and inhaled his scent. Looking up at him she said : "I could get used to this too. A proper good morning, every morning, for the rest of our lives." He smiled at her words, cupped her face and kissed her. With much regret he ended their kiss, remembering he had to drop by at his garage and needed needing to talk to Mia. Letting out a heavy sigh, he rolled onto his back, dragging Mia with him so she lay on top of him. Dragging his hands through her hair, he followed the curve of her back, down to her butt. Leaving a hand on each butt cheek he gave them a firm squeeze. "I'd love to spend all day in bed, but I'm afraid there are a few pressing matters that need my attention. I have to be at the garage in a little while, but only today. I've informed them they won't see me the rest of the week. While I was up I phoned your work as well. I didn't know whether you had to go to work today or not, but it seems your mom had the same thing on her mind and had already called you in sick for the rest of the week, " he told Mia. Mia couldn't hold back her laughter. "That's my mom for you. Sometimes you'd curse her for knowing so much but then at times like this she's a god send," she said with a big smile on her face. "This means we got the whole week to ourselves?" "Well apart from this afternoon, yes, the rest of the week is ours. I'm sure we can come up with a few things to keep us occupied," he said as he raised his brows a few times and a huge grin appearing on his face. "You really only have a one track mind, don't you?" "You really want me to answer that question?" "You're incorrigible!" "Always when it concerns you," he agreed, "but sadly we really have to get up now if I want anything sorted today. So come on, get that beautiful butt out of bed and we'll grab a shower." "You have to let me go first." "Don't want to." "It's one thing or another," she laughed at him, "can't have both right now." "Ok, ok, you win," he reluctantly said. Grabbing her butt a bit tighter he rolled them both to the edge of the bed and stood up. The only option for Mia was to wrap her legs around his waist because he didn't put her on the floor, he simply started walking over to his semi open plan bathroom. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he held her close with one arm while with the other he turned on the tabs in his huge open shower room. Testing the water after a few seconds he stepped under the steady flow of steaming water. Mia squealed as fairly cold water cascaded over them. "For crying out loud!! You could have waited a bit longer. This is freezing cold," she blurted out, giving him a slap on his shoulder. "I'll warm you up, the cold will be forgotten very soon, don't worry." "Oh no, you don't. We got places to be, if you start that again nothing will come of it!" she replied as she turned her head trying to avoid his invading lips. He simply nuzzled her neck and nibbled over the tiny marks left by him two days ago. "Chris! Stop, please," she begged, but he didn't give in. After having his fill of her enticing scent his lips traveled towards hers, capturing them in a searing kiss. Reaching behind her, he turned on the hot warm which was immediately felt. Reaching behind her again, he blindly searched for some soap. Having the bar of soap now he let Mia go, yet keeping her close, not releasing her lips for a second. As he lathered up the soap on her wet body, he could feel the shudders running up and down her curves. Once he washed and rinsed all he could reach, he had to let go of her lips. Leaning back, he now exercised his cleaning abilities to her front, paying extra attention to her lush breasts and stiff nipples. Mia steadied herself by grasping his shoulders, her eyes were closed as she let Chris wash every inch of her. Watching him through tiny slits, she more felt than saw him crouch down. He washed on leg, then the other, but instead of placing it back to the ground, he lifted her leg and put it on his shoulder. Before she knew what he wanted, Chris had latched on her clit, his soapy fingers exploring her wet folds. Eyes closed, all she could do now was hold on for dear life. Don't worry, love, I won't ever let you fall. Consider this one for the road, he shared with her just before he plunged in two fingers and started pumping them in and out fast. Mia let out a startled gasp, being caught off guard by his sudden intrusion. Gripping his shoulders tighter than before, she, again, had no other choice than to ride the waves of pleasure. As he kept moving his fingers relentlessly, he picked up speed. At the same time he started sucking her clit, teasing it with his tongue. Her senses were being overloaded, her legs started shaking. If it wasn't for Chris' strong arm circling her waist, she was pretty sure she would have slipped and lost her balance when her orgasm washed over her. Once Chris was convinced she could stand on her own again, he placed her one leg back on the ground, straightened and licked his lips. "Hmmm, food for the gods. Now that's something I could have every day as well," he said as he softly brushed her wet hair. "If you keep this up, I won't be able to walk in a few days," Mia replied with a devilish seducing smile on her face. "We aim to please, my love. Sadly we'll have to take a break. You go on and dry yourself and get ready, then I'll get a quick wash myself and join you in a few. The faster we're back, the faster we can go back to bed," he said before he planted a chaste kiss on her lips. As he turned her around and gently shoved her towards the towel rack he couldn't resist giving her butt a tender slap. "Hey!" she squealed and tried swatting his hand away. He simply smiled, turned and started washing himself. * * * * After having a quick bite from the leftovers from last night, both got ready to go out. Chris was heading towards his garage and Mia took the fast way to her own home, appearing in her bedroom. They agreed Mia would join Chris in a little while after she had dropped off a few bags with some clothes for her at his place. As Chris drove to his garage he mulled a bit over the fact they still hadn't talked about some of the more pressing issues regarding her dad's pack and her heritage. Her family on its own wouldn't be an issue. It would only be when word got out who his mate was that things would be set in motion none of them would have any control over. Everybody believed that Merlin was just a myth. Chris shook his head, the other packs would get a big surprise soon then. Merlin must have realized that Chris' mating to Mia, his granddaughter, his existence would no longer be myth, but fact. For his own pack it was pure luck they met each other. Only a few decades ago Ed, the middle brother, had gotten into some serious trouble and if Merlin hadn't stepped in, Ed wouldn't be alive today. That tragic event was the start of a very trusting, everlasting friendship. First between the brothers and Merlin, later with the whole pack. It never needed to be said to keep his existence a secret, but his frequent visits made him liked by the whole pack and simply adored by all the small children. It was as if they knew he was coming because every time he did, it didn't take much for all of them to gather around him. Chris smiled thinking about those times. Soon his own pup would be amongst that big pile of furry little ones. This made him go back to thinking about Mia. This last few days were precious to him. The feelings that washed over him, warmed his entire being and nourished his soul and wolf. He knew they still had to talk and preferably today. Letting out a weary sigh, he parked his car near the entrance of his shop and got out. Barely inside and a blonde woman tried to drape herself over him. Taken by surprise, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away. "Aaw, sweetie, you shouldn't push me, unless you push me up against a wall and ravish me," she seductively said. She flipped her clearly fake blonde hair over her shoulder and pouted her silicone enhanced lips. "Don't even think about it, Donna. We, if there ever was a 'we', are is no more. I told you straight away what the deal was. So let me say this once, missy. I... am... no... longer... available," he said, making sure she understood each word very clearly. "Unless you have work on your car I do not want to see you here ever again. Be so kind to tell it to your friends as well. From now on I'm off limits and no longer interested. I hope I've made myself clear?" The stunned expression on her face was priceless. He should have known Thomas wouldn't be able to make her go away. Her mouth opened and closed, mimicking a fish, he found it very amusing and if he wasn't trying to bring an important point across he would have laughed in her face. Instead he cleared his throat and asked her again if she understood what he'd asked. Finally able to close her mouth, she barely nodded, turned around and with the little bit of grace left she paraded outside to her Barbie pink cabriolet and drove off. Chris stood there watching her disappear. He had to laugh at himself now, how in heaven's name did he ever find someone like her attractive? Let alone get aroused by her. Turning around, he saw all his crew watching him, curiosity evident on all of their faces. Luckily all of them were either from his own pack or from neighboring ones. "Hey, a man's got to do what a man's got to do. I'm officially off the market, so I'm afraid your weekly fill of blonde bimbos is over," he said with a smile as he walked on towards his office. Not caring about the work they were all doing they followed their boss and gathered in front of his door. Thomas, being his right hand man, was gently shoved forward. Chris smiled as he saw them all bundled up behind him. "Don't worry, I'm still the same, it's just I've found my mate this weekend. As I explained to Donna dearest, I'm off the market, only one woman for me now," he told his eager employees. A loud cheer came from all of them, some coming up shaking his hand, others slapping his shoulder. Thomas was kind of relieved he didn't have to ask himself, but that Chris told it himself. Sure they'll be missing the beauties passing by but on the other hand it was nice to see him finally settle down. Now all of them were curious as to who Chris' mate was. The second Thomas started his question Chris held up his hand. "Yes, she'll be over in a little bit so you'll get to meet her. However I must ask for some discretion. I want to keep our mating low profile, in other words, you are not allowed to tell anyone yet, not even your spouses or family. Let's just say my mate is special and there are a few things that need to be settled first. Understand?" he spoke firmly. He knew he may have said too much because now they would start to wonder but on the other hand he had to give them something. Most of his work crew was still unmated, so having them keep their mouth shut wasn't that hard of a task. "Now go back to work, once she's here I'll introduce you crazy lot to her," and with that he dismissed them. Thomas got the silent command to make sure everybody left the boss' office and went back to work. Having pushed the last one out, he closed the door and turned back to Chris. "I don't want to pry, but can we expect trouble in the near future?" Thomas inquired. "I don't know man, I honestly don't know. I can't tell you anything, I'm bound to my oath to her as well. I've probably already said too much by admitting she's something special. I'm trusting you to be my eyes and ears here. Not a word gets out until I say so, all right?" Chris answered. "I understand, boss, I'll tell them again to make sure," Thomas replied. "Ok, that's settled," checking his watch, "I've got an hour before she arrives. Let's get some of this paperwork done. Anything else that needs my immediate attention?" "Nope, apart from Barbie Donna, it was all paperwork." "About her, why was she still here?" "I don't know boss, I told her you wouldn't be available, but I suspect she eavesdropped on our phone conversation earlier. She went away straight after and came back only fifteen minutes ago. I told her you weren't here, but she wouldn't have any of it. I'm sorry, boss." "It's ok, some of them can be quite a handful. I hope she got the message and stays away. She doesn't want to mess with my mate," Chris replied with a chuckle. "Already can't wait to meet her boss, she really must be someone special if she captivates you like this," Thomas spoke respectfully. "Oh she is, Thomas, she's one of a kind," he agreed, smiling to himself knowing how literally you could take those words. "Anyway, let's get some work done so I don't have to come in for the rest of the week. If anything is up, you know where to find me." "I'm pretty sure where you'll be spending the rest of the week," Thomas jokingly said as he turned and left the office. Forcing himself to focus, Chris quickly went through the pile of neatly stack papers. Most were orders that had to be filled in. Noting down the urgent ones, he split the pile in two. Those that were urgent he took care of right away, the other pile contained orders that could wait until next week. He'd give that pile to Thomas, should anything be done faster he knew which jobs to take next. Checking his watch again he was surprised to see an hour had already passed. Mia? Yes, Chris? came the immediate reply. It's been over an hour and you aren't here yet, he complained. You know that's easily fixed. I brought over a few bags to your place. Was just doing a last check of the house. Somehow I'm convinced I won't see much of it the coming week, came her teasing reply. If I stand in the middle of my office, you got enough room to port over then? That should be enough, just tell me when and I'll be over in a heartbeat. Ok, a few seconds, I'm moving to the middle. Al right, room enough now, sweetie. Holding his arms slightly open a second later, they were filled with the tiny, but lush body, of his mate. Scooping her up in his arms, he went to the sofa in the corner of his office. "Hmm, I missed you," her murmured as he buried his nose in her neck. "It's only been an hour! I haven't been away for that long." "Even a minute apart is too long now. I want you near me. I want to be able to touch you at any time." "I'm not stopping you," she replied in a husked tone. Chris bit back a groan: "Oh how I'd love too, but I'm afraid I'll have to wait a little bit longer. My crew is curious about you and I promised to introduce you, so we'll have to wait a bit before indulging." Mia frowned, she knew she'd asked to keep their mating to a select few, so she wasn't sure what to make of this. "I know what you're thinking," Chris said after he planted a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose, "They're all weres here, either belonging to my pack or ones close by. I only told them I've mated but that they are not allowed to tell others. I've never had to hide anything from them so I didn't want to hide this either. They don't know anything more, that's all up to you." Giving his words some thought she had to agree he was obligated to have some level of openness towards his pack and workers. He was their Beta and boss, he had responsibilities to them. "It's ok, I understand. As long as we can keep the details private for the time being." "That goes without question, dear." Standing up again, he caressed her soft curves. "Let's go meet them, might as well get this over with. I bet they're dying to meet the one that took me off the market." Smiling up at him, she embraced him and pulled him closer, wanting another kiss before they went on. Taking a sniff, she crunched up her nose. "First explain what that hideous smell is that's clinging to you," she demanded fiercely, her temper having changed around in the blink of an eye, her wolf on edge. "Don't worry, sadly it was my past catching up. I had told Thomas to get rid of her, but she overheard our phone conversation and she sprung me when I arrived. I made it perfectly clear she's no longer wanted and that I'm off limits to her and anyone else. Think you would have loved the look on her face when she left," he explained. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 15 "Well good riddance, I'm sure she would love the look on mine if I ever catch her near you again. You're mine," and with that she lunged for his lips that caught Chris off guard and had them both stumbling backwards, falling on the couch again. Trapping her in his arms he returned the smothering kiss. His hand buried in her hair, turned her head just that little bit to grant him more access to her warm mouth. As fast as she had "attacked" him, she pushed herself into a sitting position. Breathing heavily, her eyes traveled over his flushed face and his heaving chest. His muscles clearly visible under the tight T-shirt he was wearing. Surprised by her own possessiveness, she snuggled up. "Just you remember who you belong to now. I don't share," she whispered softly. Stroking her hear slowly, he just felt content that their bond had gotten so strong over such a short period of time. "The same goes for you, sweetie. You're mine as I'm yours, always," he returned in a hushed voice. Staying like this for a few minutes was what both needed to get their feelings in check and their wolves sated. "Come one, Mia, I want this over with so I can take you back home and hide for a week," he said with a glint of amusement in his voice. Disentangling themselves, Mia then straightened her clothes and turned towards Chris, waiting for him to go first. Grasping her hand, he led her to the workshop. As if their arrival was accompanied by bells and whistles, all the workers turned their head towards their boss. Real name or Barlow for now? he quickly asked her. Barlow. Never can be sure enough. That's easier cleared up then saying too much now and getting unwanted attention, she replied. "Well, there isn't that much to tell, but I'd like to introduce Mia Barlow to you all. My mate," he said before the entire group. One tall man came closer extended his hand towards Mia. Swiftly shaking hers, he quickly composed himself and said : "Welcome to the family. I really hope you can get some sense into him." Mia had to smile at the bravado this man was displaying. "I'm sure I can keep him in check, no worries," she replied reassuringly. A few more pleasantries were exchanged and not before long they all gathered up close. Yet they stayed cautious, trying not to pry too much. The earlier warning to keep this mating low profile was enough of a heads up so they knew not to ask for details, they would get told in due time. Mia got caught up in several conversations, most were all just teasing her about being the one to tame their boss. Looking on from the side was Chris, a content smile plastered on his face. He noticed Thomas standing next to him. It was clear he wanted to ask something but wasn't sure how his question would be received. "Get out with it already, before you choke yourself," Chris said amused, giving the broad man a nudge against the shoulder. "Hmm, I don't know how to ask. I know you said she's special and you would explain later. But... thing is... we didn't see her entering the garage, boss. How did she arrive?" Thomas finally blurted out the question. "I'd love to tell, Thomas, but I can't, not just yet. She's more than she appears to be, but that doesn't bother me. She's mine, that is what matters. We do need a bit of time to smooth some things out and once that is done all will be explained to the pack. So please have some patience with me, I've never let the pack down before and I'm not going to now either," Chris concluded. "Ok, boss, I trust you. Seems the gossip bitches in the shop will have to wait a bit longer then." "That makes you head bitch then?" Chris joked. Thomas turned red, turned and walked away. Chris still smiled. He knew Thomas was concerned and he couldn't blame him. He hated with holding important information, but a promise was a promise. He was surprised Thomas had waited this long to try and ease his curiosity. If there was somebody who loved a good gossip, Thomas was the man to turn to. Luckily he did know when he could gossip and when to keep his big mouth shut. If it wasn't for that treat he'd never have made it to his current position in the garage. Chris made his way over to Mia and circled her waist, standing close behind her. What do you say about going home? Everything here is sorted and their curiosity has been fed. I want you all to myself now, Chris shared with Mia. That sounds like heaven. Let's say our goodbye's and be on our way, she replied. In a matter of minutes they managed to part ways with everyone and make their way over to Chris' car. Not much later they arrived in his underground parking lot. Taking the elevator or the do we use the fast way? Mia asked. Chris looked over at her. Stretching out his hand, he cupped the back of her head and pulled her in for a hot, wet kiss. Does that answer it? was his heated reply. Grinning against his demanding lips she ported them upstairs with barely registering a sound. Mia chose to let them land on his huge bed. Turning to each other, the kiss took on another disguise. Before it had showed the passion Chris had bottled up inside of him, now it changed to a hungering, all devouring kiss. Mia wouldn't have complained if it lasted a bit longer and she didn't hide her displeasure when Chris moved back a bit. "I'd love to continue as well, love, but there are a few things we really should talk about. The faster the better," Chris explained his actions. Mia literally pouted, but in the back of her mind she knew this moment was coming, she just didn't feel like it, but it was becoming clear Chris was going to be adamant they'd sort a few things first. Letting out a heavy sigh, she cuddled up. "I know, I know, I just don't want our perfect little happy bubble to burst just yet, not now we just found each other." "I'd be happy to oblige, but you know as well as I do , that your parents, Merlin and me have been talking in more details about things?" he asked. A confirmative "hmm" was the single reply he got. "Come, I'll get us something to drink and we can talk on the patio," he calmly said as he nudged her slightly towards the edge of the bed. Mumbling to herself, she got up and walked out of the room, closely followed by Chris. "Hey, sweetie, I know it's never an ideal moment to talk about all of this, but it's better to get it over with. Nothing good comes out of stalling," he said while he stopped her and embraced her from behind. "I just want us to have a good start, all three of us," he added lowering his hands to her tummy. Leaning into his embrace she again had to agree with him. For so long she'd had to take care of herself and somehow she found it hard to grasp it wasn't just her anymore. It was Chris and their unborn pup now. If they could settle this issue with her father's pack things would be a lot easier. It would actually be a relief not having to hide her heritage anymore. "You're right, Chris. Let's get out on the patio?" she relented. "You go ahead, I'll grab us some drinks. What do you want to have?" he asked. "I'd love a white wine..." Chris turned her around in his embrace and simply raised an eyebrow at her as he looked down at her tummy. "Ok, ok, I'll have an OJ. But in nine months' time you better have the best white wine ready you can find out there!" she said with a huff. Of course Chris was right again, but damn giving up her "whity", as she lovingly called her white wine, was going to be hard these first few weeks. She'd always been accustomed to sipping of a single glass each evening, just to unwind and relax after a day's work. At least she was giving that up for the best reason there could be, as her little pout disappeared from her lips as her eyes traveled down. He brushed his lips against her temple before dipping lower and planting a more firm kiss on her lips. "Now go and get settled outside," he said as softly slapped her behind, "I'll be right there with some drinks." She smiled, her little drill sergeant was liking it way too much, all this bossing around, but she liked it, so she allowed it without protesting. If it was somebody else they would already have gotten an earful for trying to let her do things. Making her way over to the outside sitting area, she pulled two seats together and fluffed up a few pillows before sitting down and making herself comfortable. The talk they were going to have wasn't going to go smooth and she was sure there would be some battering to do to satisfy them both on this topic. Chris joined her, carrying a tray with some glasses, a jug of what seemed freshly made OJ and small plate filled with crackers. Putting the tray on the small table in front of the seats, he poured them both a glass and handed one to Mia. "Thank you," she said before taking a sip. Yes, it was indeed freshly made OJ she thought as she licked the sweet flavor of her lips. "Mia..." came a soft rumbling from next to her. She tried to hide her contentment that a simple innocent move could turn him on so fast. "Don't mock me, woman," he tried sounding stern, but that really made her laugh out loud now. "Oh sweetie, you're so typically male. One move and all the blood rushes downwards, it's amusing to see really," she teased him. With a huff that would have suited a grand dame of the beau monde, he sat back in his seat, crossed his legs and sipped of his own drink. For a minute he considered pay back, but contemplating the topic at hand he decided he would get her back for this later. They had stalled enough. "Mia, how desperate are you about keeping this mating a low profile?" he started, cutting straight to the main issue. "You promised, Chris," she warned. "I know, and I'll never break one either. But depending on who knows, we can't know how many we'll get with us when Richard will go and confront his father. If we have the numbers, he'll think twice about doing something rash." "I'm sorry, Chris, but I'm not budging on this one. The less people know, the better. The faster we get this settled, even better. But I won't let you drag in the pack," she shot back, slightly angry now. Sighing he replied, "I wouldn't be dragging in the pack, as you call it. I would take our best fighters and would hope that the size of our group and knowledge of which pack we are from will prevent Richard's father acting in a crazy matter. The Whelan pack is known for having excellent fighters, but we only use it as a last resort. We don't attack and ask questions later. We're known for sorting issues in a calm way-" "I know all that, Chris," she said, interrupting him, "But again I won't have it. If my father has to deal with this I will be right by his side. I'm also quite confident that Merlin will join us too. Knowing what I can already do and knowing my mom is easily a hundred times stronger than me, I can only imagine what Merlin can do. There shouldn't be too many troubles we can't handle." "No, Mia, you are not coming with us, I won't have it," he countered her. "Your mom and Merlin, fine, but not you." "Chris, I have to be there, I have to stand by my parents and help them in every way I can." Chris stood up and started pacing in front of her, his brows set low over his eyes. He stood still in front of her after a few minutes. "And what about me? Don't I matter at all then? Or the little pup growing inside of you? You want to jeopardize all that?" he ranted. He was getting furious at her stubbornness. Can't she understand I only want to keep her safe? Mia must have picked up his thoughts. "How much value to those chairs have, over there?" she asked him. He followed the direction she was pointing at. It was a new set of teak outdoor furniture. To him it was just furniture, it could be replaced. "They're not the cheapest, but replaceable if need be," he replied. Now he got curious as to why she wanted to know. "Look," was all she said as she tipped her head in the direction her finger had pointed in only mere seconds before. Chris turned and observed. The chairs started floating in the air, not just one, but all eight of them, joined by the huge table that had stood in the middle of them. She let them flow in different directions, making it obvious she was controlling every single piece separately. As long as they were whirling around you could pick up a slight sway, making it clear they were being controlled in some way. Mia placed herself in front of Chris facing him. She mumbled a few words in a foreign language and suddenly that sway stopped, and so did all the furniture. Somehow that looked odd, as if they were frozen midair now. "Yes, Chris, you're seeing it right, I froze them up. I can do that with anything or anyone," she clarified, stressing the last word. "And the group size doesn't matter either, if it's a single one, or ten or a thousand. The freezing is area bound, only now I altered the spell and just made the furniture immobile," she explained. "Now keep watching." She kept looking at him as he kept his eyes on the furniture as per her request. A breaking sound could be heard and then he noticed that one of the chairs got broken into a million wood splinters that now covered the patio. Wearily he looked at Mia for a second, she was still turned his was, which meant all the things she was doing would surely have to be difficult, she couldn't see what was happening behind her. One corner of her mouth perked a little, seeing the surprise on his face. She wasn't done yet. With a loud crunching sound, she broke the table in half, separated them and then let the two broken pieces crash into each other. The broken pieces joined the tiny splinters on the deck already. Her final act contained her splintering the remaining of the frozen chairs all at ones, leaving a huge pile of woodchips. Chris blinked then looked down. A big smile on her face and a look that told him she wouldn't let anyone mess with her. The urge to return her smile bubbled up inside of him, she sure was something. He looked back at the pile of woodchips, only to notice it was gone. "Where did it go?" Mia grinned, "I know of a wood mill not far out of town, they have a huge pile of of the same, only now their pile grew a little bit." Chris chuckled at her explanation, of course she would come up with something like that. "Thank you, I guess, for not leaving a mess behind," he gestured at the clean spot where once stood that table and chairs. He graced her temple with a light brush of his lips before he turned and sat back down. He contemplated what she had shown and told. He couldn't deny she was a force to be reckoned with. He could only imagine how great the power would be of all three of them combined. Four, he correct himself, there was her father too who got a few skills after his mating. "Actually five, my sweet, you forget yourself," she picked in on his thoughts. "You only found out you can teleport as well, but you will probably get a few more over time. It was like that with my father too." "I won't make such big of a difference in that regard," he replied. "You'd be surprised how handy it can be during a fight." "Have you been in many then?" he countered her. "The odd one," she admitted, "But that was long ago and was my own fault. Puberty and being a little rebel and not agreeing with the way my mom wanted things, I'll leave it at that." Chris sighed, it was clear she was able to handle herself, but the knot he had in his stomach wouldn't go away. He couldn't risk losing her, but he was smart enough to realize that she would be joining them one way or the other. "Still I don't like the idea of going with so few people," he said with a small hint of defeat in his voice, followed by a more firm, "But we'll be out numbered!" "True, but with Merlin with us, we won't have to hide our heritage and also don't have to hide what we're capable of," she shot back. "There is so much we can do, levitating and teleporting is child's play compared to our full powers. I can do almost anything my mom can, only my range is a bit smaller. I guess that's because I'm only part Ancient, but still." "I don't know, Mia, I really don't know. My wolf gets too restless knowing you could be in any kind of danger. If not me, then at least consider the new life you're carrying. It would tear me apart if anything happened to either of you," he pleaded. Mia felt guilt washing over her. His word hit her straight in the heart. For a brief moment she considered giving in, but then she thought about all the other lives that could be at stake. Irrational as her mind was working, the more determent she was to handle this her way. She walked over to his seat and planted herself on his lap, snaking her arm around his head, pulling him in for a tight hug. "Do not think for one second I do not cherish the life we've created. As much as I would like to please you, I am not budging on this. We'll handle it ourselves. I'm sure there are some ways my mom and Merlin will make this work. Trust me on this one, that's all I ask, just this once," she said in a firm, yet pleading voice. His wolf wanted to howl his displeasure at his mate, how could she act so careless with her, no, their lives? Then her tone got to him as well, could she feel like having to prove herself to him? That she was a worthy mate for him? Didn't she know she already was the center of his very being. His wolf whined inside of him, why couldn't she trust us? Then her last word hit home, she had asked him to trust her. This wasn't about her not trusting him, she did, else she wouldn't have revealed herself in the first place, he gathered. Could she want this to show him she really is a strong contender when it mattered? During his inner battle his arms had found their way around her and he tightened his grip. "Ok, on one condition," he gave in. "And that is?" "We'll keep our numbers as low as you want IF you let me bring one person. He isn't pack, but he's as close to a brother as anyone can be. If I would have to trust someone blindly to act in our best interest it would be him," he answered. Mia gave this some thought, if this was all she had to do with to handle this her way then she would agree. "It's a deal then," she replied agreeably. The tension in both their bodies left instantly and both snuggled closer into their embrace getting lost into their own little world once again. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 16 SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan. Thanks to my loyal proofreader Jaz, The Guild and Asylumseeker for providing their continuous input. Also a big hug to my Tweeters, if it wasn't for the fun we always have there.... Without stalling any longer, enjoy the chapter, next one is halfway done already. Mokkelke Chapter Eight : Rogues in Town. Pushing Mia back just a little, Chris looked up to her. He was glad they had their difficult talk and even though he still wasn't completely happy with the outcome, he was eased by the fact he could call in some help at least. Knowing exactly who he wanted to ask he wanted to kill two birds with one stone. "It's nearing dinnertime, what do you think about us grabbing a bite to eat? At the same time I can ask Adam if he's up to the task," he said, his eyes roaming over her still flushed face. "Hmmm Adam, that name rings a bell. Oooh Adam from last Saturday? The GI Joe wannabe?" Chris grunted. Sure Adam was built like a truck and the short stubble that resembled his hairdo only emphasized his military style look. Not to mention the numerous tattoos that graced his skin. Only it wasn't just a look for him, he'd seen his fair share of wars until recently when he'd fallen in love with cooking and ended up opening a small but inviting tavern in town. "Fair warning; never say that to his face if you want to keep him in your good books, my dear. He does look like it, but trust me, he has lived it as well. He hasn't known anything else for a long, long time. There isn't a branch in the military that he hasn't been in. Luckily we're good in making 'new' papers, so he's been stationed in many countries with a shit load of alternate personalities to go along with it. That is why I want him along. He'll cover our 'six' should it come to it," Chris explained to Mia. "Hmm, interesting combination, GI Joe turned cook. Reminds me of that one Steven Seagal movie, he became a cook as well and then they hijacked the ship he was on. He still kicked ass with the baddies," she grinned at her own comparison. "Think it's 'Under Siege' you're referring too, isn't it?" Chris helped her remember. "Ah yeah, that is the one." "You could compare him to that situation, wouldn't be so far from the truth," he jokingly replied. "But to answer my question, want to grab a bite to eat at his place? I'm sure he'll make time for us to have a little talk." "Sounds like a plan. Let me go and freshen up and get ready." Nuzzling her neck, he growled a little. "You're fine as you are, you smell of me, just the way I like it. Leave it like that. I should warn you that his place is frequented a lot by other weres from all neighboring packs. I want it clear you belong to me, even if you don't want our mating to be known yet. Having my scent on you will be enough for them to back off," he rumbled in a deep voice. Mia couldn't help the girlish giggle from escaping. "You really are a caveman sometimes, but one I love," she said, surprising herself. Chris' eyes took on a golden glow. "I love you too," he whispered before covering her lips. Her kisses were addictive, too addictive. Many minutes passed before the two disentangled themselves once again, both gasping for air. "Now that's a look I'll never grow tired of," Chris huskily said as he traced her kiss swollen lips with his thumb. Mia had the decency to blush at his remark and tried to get up. "Uh uh, not yet. I need another minute to calm myself, so please keep your tush where it is right now if you do not want to end up in my bed instead of at a table having dinner," he warned her. "Yup, I'm correct, caveman all the way," she repeated, wiggling a bit on his lap. This seductive teasing rewarded her with a deep sexy growl from Chris as he tightened his arms around her. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and started counting: one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi and then cursed out loud. Mia wouldn't stop moving on his lap and his self-control just flew out of the window. Standing up, he turned her slightly so he could carry her inside and made a beeline for his bedroom. Knowing the state she was in was the only reason that prevented him from tossing her ungracefully on his bed. Instead he gently let her slip down his body until the back of her legs hit his bed. Skillfully he discarded her clothes, tossing them away piece by piece, uncaring where they landed. Once he had her naked he inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent and carefully laid her down in the middle of his bed. "Do. Not. Move," he said emphasizing each small word. Straightening up he quickly got rid of his own clothes. Pushing her legs wide apart he knelt between them, bending down to take another delicious sniff of her unique scent. Not wanting to waste time he parted her slick folds and generously started lapping at the sweet juices that were coming from her canal. Mia's hands entangled themselves in his long black curls as he drove her mad with lust. He was aware she wouldn't need much to find that blissful moment she was longing for. Getting up on his knees he moved in closer, grabbing his hard member. After probing and teasing her a little bit, relishing in the sensations of her warm walls enveloping his shaft, he pushed in with one sure stroke, bottoming out. He let the feelings wash over him as a comforting blanket before him started moving. Slow at first, he tried, he really tried, but her teasing had pushed his control and now as he kept pushing in and out, he picked up the pace. He felt her nails scraping over his back, down to his butt, squeezing it, urging him on to go even faster. All that could be heard in the room was heavy breathing and the sensuous clashing of the flesh of two lovers. Her legs wrapped around his hips, locking him close to her. His arms around her shoulders, his hands were buried in her long locks that lay spread out all over his bed. He had twisted some strands of hair around his fingers. This way he had a firmer grip on her head as he made sure he could drown in the deep pools which resembled her eyes, filled with love and lust. Chris felt the familiar tingles start at the back of his neck, travelling down as he started to move faster. He felt her inner walls contract around him, telling him she was going the exact same way as he was. The tingles reached his butt, which was clenching very tightly every time he thrust into her. He heard the telltale gasp for air from Mia as her nails almost broke the skin on his butt. Passionately he crashed his lips on hers, devouring every part he could reach, at the same time silencing her scream of joy as waves of pleasure washed over her. A couple of thrusts later he grunted into their kiss as he joined her. Slowly he gentled their kiss until he rested his forehead against hers. A wide smile was plastered on her face and he felt her light trembling. "I like when you go all caveman on me," she purred. As a result he grabbed her hair more firmly, twisted her head slightly and clamped his mouth over her exposed neck. His actions only made her laugh or rather giggle as she tried to lay still as he devoured her. With a smug look he raised himself on his forearms and spoke: "I told you to sit still, this is what you get when you don't listen." Her eyes glinted mischievously now. "But admit you loved the outcome just as much as I did, don't cha?" "You know I do," he agreed. Mia snuggled close, savoring the heat of his body still on top of hers. She grunted displeased when he braced himself higher and tried to get up. "Dinner?" he reminded her. "Let's freshen up and head over to Adam's, the sooner we get this over with..." "Yeah yeah," she replied. With a big oomph he landed on his suddenly empty bed. Perking his ears he then heard the shower running. Why you little tease! I'm only gaining lost time, since you so desperately want to go out for dinner, she shot back jokingly. Just leave some room for me, dear. Chris then copied her teleport move towards the shower, figuring he might as well try it out more often when at home. He appeared in front of the shower and stepped in behind her. Thought I'd better join you so not to waste too much water, he said as he grabbed the bar of soap in front of her, using this move to envelop her completely with his body. "Chris! Just wash up, you're the one that wanted to go for dinner, so no stalling this time," she berated him, but failed at sounding as if she meant it. Without frolicking they washed themselves, redressed and not much later were on their way to the center, towards Adam's place. As they entered, Chris quickly scanned the room. There weren't many people, which wasn't a big surprise, it was only the start of the week. Some easy on the ears music travelled throughout the tavern, the smell of delicious food tempting them further inside. His hand curving around her hip, he pulled Mia in close, sending a silent message that she was his as he led her towards one of the closed off booths in the back. A few heads turned their way and gave them a curious look, but one by one Chris simply looked back until they averted their eyes back to their food in front of them. Holding out his arm, he let her slide in first, then joined her. He reached for the elegantly written recommendation menu and handed it to Mia. "That's not the complete menu, but it gives you an idea of what is served here. I'm sure one of the girls will be right over with the complete menu," he explained. True to his words, not a moment later, a young girl stopped next to their booth, handed both a crispy clean menu and opened her little notebook. "Welcome, can I bring you something to drink while you go over the menu?" she asked politely, instantly recognizing who was sitting at the table. "Just a cola for me, please." "I'll have the same," Mia added. "Alright, I'll be right back, sir." "Hold on a second. Do you know if Adam is available? I would like to have a word with him if possible," Chris said. The young girl turned back towards him, a puzzled look on her face. "I'm afraid he's not in today. He called yesterday to say he wouldn't be available for a few days, sir," she answered. Chris frowned at that reply. Adam wasn't one to just not show up at work. "He didn't give a reason or anything at all?" "I'm afraid not, sir. We're all puzzled by it as well. He told us to open up as normal and call in his sous-chef. The poor lad is working double shifts," she added with a lot of sympathy in her voice. "Ok, thanks for telling me. I'll try and get a hold of him later myself, see if anything is wrong." "Thank you, sir. If you hear anything more, will you let us know?" "I will, no worries. I'm sure it's nothing too serious," he replied. "I'll go get your drinks now, will be right back," and off she went to the bar in the back. Chris frowned mulling over the conversation. It really wasn't something that Adam would do. He'd been fine last Saturday evening. He wondered what could have happened in just over a day to make him skip his own work. You think something is up? Mia asked. Honestly I don't know. Adam hardly takes a day off. I'm wondering what could have happened between Saturday and now to make him act like this. Chris gave her a concerned look. "Mind if I go and try and call him now? I don't want to do this out in the open here," he asked, vaguely pointing at his ears. Mia understood and nodded. "By all means, go call him. I'll put in our order when she returns." "Get me something meaty, anything will do really. Thanks, I'll just go outside, less chance of being overheard." He quickly dialed Adam's number and paced restlessly on the curb. It took ages but then finally a very gruff voice answered. "Adam speaking, who's this?" "It's Chris, mate. Didn't you check who was calling before you answered? You got me worried when I saw you weren't in your kitchen. Everything all right?" he asked. "Gimme a second," Adam replied, "And yeah I picked up without checking. Have other things on my mind right now," he added quickly. Chris could hear a faint rustling of fabric and some hushed words being spoken. "I can't talk for long or she'll begin to panic again. Right now she's only calm if I stay close. Apart from the tavern I haven't notified anyone," Adam started explaining. "Hold it right there. She? Adam what the hell is going on?" Chris asked in a more firm tone now. "You remember Fran's friends, right?" Chris nodded, then realized Adam wasn't here. "Yeah I remember. I even seem to recollect you had a keen interest in the little redhead." "Well, it's more than just interest. She's my mate..." Chris had to laugh even though he realized something else was going on. It seemed to be a productive weekend. Three of them had found their mates. "I'm happy to hear that, but what's the catch?" "When we left Saturday I told her to wait at her car and I'd follow her home to make sure she was ok. Fucking hell, I never should have left her alone." "Adam, get a grip. What happened?" "She was attacked by rogues. At least that's what they appear to be. They didn't smell familiar at all and they were borderline insane," Adam answered. "Is she all right?" Chris concernedly asked. "I hope she will be. Right now she's a quivering scared mess, I hate to admit. Only me staying close somewhat calms her down. There were three of them. They had her cornered and were feeling her up. I kinda lost it when I heard her scream. I ran towards her and I shifted in front of her before I even realized I had. That's when she passed out. Thank god she didn't have to witness me beating the shit out of them before they scrambled," Adam told him. "This sure is a mess. At least now I understand why you're not here. You know you'll have to call this in with Nick, sooner rather than later. He needs to know there are rogues in town so he can deal with them." "I know. I just want to make sure Bronwille is fine, maybe in a day or two. I hope she'll cope, if not I don't know what to do. All I can do at the moment is lay with her. I've found some sleeping tablets. I managed to give her one yesterday so she at least slept a little," Adam sighed. "Give it a day or two then call Nick. I wanted to ask a favor but seeing you're a bit tied up at the moment I'll sort it on my own." "What did you need?" "Needed your skill and expertise, but don't worry about it. We'll manage," Chris answered. "You got me now, so might as well ask." "No, you just sort things with Bronwille and the rogues, I'll take care of my own issue. I'll tell you all about it later." "If you're sure... Damn I gotta go, mate, she's waking up!" "Go on then, we'll talk later. Take care!" Chris urged him on and simply got a click in return. Putting his phone away, he couldn't help but think that there was so much going on at the same time for so many of them. He was one down now and no clue who else he could ask. Then there was the dilemma whether he should tell Mia about Bronwille or not. With Adam at Bronwille's, he didn't see the need for Mia to be there too. He grunted and felt the need to kick something. With Adam out of the picture, he was without a backup. He couldn't ask Ed, his older brother. He was still bound to his promise not to tell the pack and he knew his brother would pick up on it right away. Same reason why he couldn't ask Nick for help. Adam had been his only option since he wasn't part of the Whelan pack. Defeated he realized Mia would get this done her way, no matter how much he disliked the position it put him in. Going back inside, he saw her sipping from her drink. Her eyes brightened when they locked with his but turned concerned the minute she noticed the worried look on his face. It told her something was up. "Everything ok?" she asked as he slipped back into the seat next to her. "Not sure. Adam is tied up at the moment. Something happened over the weekend that needs his immediate attention. He won't be able to help out now," he replied evasively. "But there is more to it then you're telling me, isn't there?" Chris felt busted. Maybe he should tell her everything? He would never deliberately lie to her, not seeing how easily she picked up he was hiding something from her. "Don't get angry ok?" he said as he grasped her hands. "When I called Adam he told me he was at Bronwille's. It seems that when she left on Saturday evening she was the focus of an assault. Adam jumped in and fought them. They left rather quickly tail tucked between their legs." He could feel the tension going through her body. "Do I have to take that tail part figuratively or not?" "It was rogues. Adam shifted in front of her. From what I could gather, she's not physically injured but she's pretty shaken up. She's not really allowing him to leave her side." "Chris, I have to get to her. God, I can only imagine how she's feeling. It will bring back everything!" she exclaimed. "Bring back what?" "She's been attacked before. Was beaten within an inch of her life and raped repeatedly. It took years before she even dared go outside again. The only occasions we get her out these days if it's with all us girls and even then she'll never start a conversation with a stranger. She keeps to herself all the time," Mia explained. "Adam said she was in a right mess, but she passed out once he attacked her assailants, so she missed most of the fight. He took her home and it seems she doesn't want him to leave. She calms down when he's near, so he's staying with her until she gets better." "Hmmm, at least she has someone then. The other time she wouldn't have any of us around her. I dropped by often without her knowing. I just had to make sure she was coping." "Well, maybe subconsciously she's feeling their bond," Chris added with a little smile. "Bond?" "Yes, the mating bond..." "No way. Bron and Adam? You're saying they're mates?" she asked with disbelief. "Adam knew right away. I knew something was up Saturday, but I never figured it could be something like this. He just confirmed it over the phone. Probably why he stayed behind when we went down to dance," Chris told her. "You sure she'll be fine with Adam? I mean, I can be there in a second!" "If I for one minute thought you could help her better than Adam you'd already be there. But he told me she calms down when he's near her. I bet he's been in cuddle heaven for a while now. It does result in me not having the backup I wanted to have," he replied. "I told him to take care of Bronwille and to call Nick in a day or two. Leaving Bronwille alone right now wouldn't help anyone. Adam is an excellent tracker, even weeks old trails he's able to find, so these few days won't matter. I'd call it in, but then I would have to reveal more then I'm allowed, so Adam has to make that call." "Who will have to deal with those rogues once he's made the call?" "Odds will be Nick will call upon Ed and me to sort them out. You know how rogues are frowned upon. Present company excluded," he added realizing she could be considered rogue as well. "On top of that you'll have my father's issue too," she added. "You know how it could easily be sorted?" he alluded to the promise she'd asked from him. "No, we'll keep a low profile until Nick has sorted out this rogue issue, that is if and when Adam reports it. We sort this ourselves. I won't budge on this Chris," she firmly added. "So that leaves us only a few days to be together until the shit will hit the fan?" "Depends on how crazy my Da's father is I guess." "So we just act as if nothing is happening until I hear from Nick, hope we can sort those rogues out fast and then sort out your father's pack?" Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 16 "Hmm, that's basically it," Mia agreed. "Not much I can do then." Resting her head on his shoulder, she let out a weary sigh. "I really hope Bron will be all right. She didn't deserve this. God only knows how she'll react in a few days. She's a determined little stubborn piece of work, let me tell you that. As frightened as she might be, she's got some backbone in that little body of hers." "I think she'll have a good match with Adam then. Despite his appearance he's a really nice guy, nosy as hell too and if she's his mate he won't back down until he's won her over, one way or another." Changing the subject she said, "What about getting our dinner wrapped up and go home? Suddenly I feel like I'd rather be curled with you on the couch and trying to forget about everything that's going to happen in the days to come." "That sounds like an excellent idea. * * * * Two days had passed where they had locked themselves into Chris' top floor flat. They'd ordered in for meals and went out only to grab a few essentials at the grocery store around the corner. They rarely left his bedroom, unless they switched to his large Jacuzzi on the patio. Saturated by their ongoing explorations of each other, they sat relaxed in the Jacuzzi when the phone inside rang. "You stay here, I'll go get it," Chris grunted as he stood up. Mia couldn't help but appreciate him, drops of water teasingly pouring down his toned body. His butt muscles flexed as he got out of the large luxurious tub. He didn't even bother grabbing a towel to cover himself up. She smiled again as she noticed his semi hard cock jutting from side to side as he walked inside. She'd never grow tired of him and knowing how they had spent the earlier part of the day, she was convinced he felt the same way. Her smile waned somewhat. She had a pretty good idea what this particular phone call would be about. Their tiny little bubble of happiness would get a sharp prick of a needle when reality caught up with them. Chris returned a few minutes later. "That was Ed on the phone. It's how I thought it would go. Nick has locked himself up with Fran and after he got Adam's call phoned Ed and told him to take care of the rogues how he saw fit. Ed wants me over at his place in an hour to start tracking them," he explained. "It's what you have to do, I'm not going to stop you. I'd join if I could, but I won't push things any further. They hurt a friend of mine, I'd gladly strangle them. But I know how much I'm already asking you to keep our mating a secret for now. I can only hope you find them fast. Interrogate them if you want, see from where they came." "That's what I told Ed too and we're planning on doing just that. Curious about Adam though. You think Bronwille has gotten better?" he questioned her. "Only one way to find out. You call Adam. I don't think it would do any good if I called Bron and asked, she hasn't contacted any of us. Stubborn as she is she'll dig herself in pretty good before she'll accept any help. Besides how would I explain that I know what happened and I'm not freaking out over it?" "Good point. I'll call him on my way over to Ed." "No, no, you'll call him right now. That way you can ease my worries at the same time about Bron. Then you can go to Ed," she corrected him. "You're one bossy lady, you know that? Thank god I call the shots in our bedroom," he said as he grinned and shook his head. "Only because I let you," she said in a huff, "Now go make that call. You don't want to be late at your brother's either." Throwing his hands in the air, he turned and went back inside for the phone. Quickly dialing Adam's number, he didn't have to wait long before his familiar gruff voice answered at the other end. "What's up Chris?" "Thought I'd check in and see how everything is going. I just got a call from Ed and it seems we're going after those rogues that attacked Bronwille. Nick's being a caveman with only one thing on his mind and he entrusted Ed to take care of them," Chris replied. "I'm just dandy! Can I join in? I have the need to punch something really good, might as well be those sons of bitches," came his heated response. "Hey, hey, what's gotten into you, man?" "That stubborn little redhead. I tell you, one of these days her behind will be a nice match for those red locks of hers." "That doesn't sound too promising, what happened?" "The first few days she practically slept through everything. Only when I held her in my arms she was somewhat calm. This morning she wakes, she was snuggled up close. From one second to the next she turned into a fury like you never seen before. Only thing that stopped me was knowing what happened last weekend. To cut things short I didn't even get a chance to explain things. It seems she doesn't remember me shifting, maybe her mind has blocked it for the time being. Then she turned all calm and demure and pointed towards her front door. Said thanks for bringing her home and taking care of her but that she'd manage from there on. I couldn't even say bye because she slammed the door in my face! The nerve of that woman!" Adam was practically irate by the time he finished talking. Chris couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "She sounds exactly like Mia described her. Trust me, there is a history to it. Mia told me - after I called you - that she had been a victim before. Mia was surprised she let you stay in the first place." "She was passed out at first and spent most of the time sleeping. Not much she could do then but heal," Adam interrupted. "It's when she truly woke up she turned into the fury." "You'll have to be careful how you're going to handle this and her for that matter." "I know, Chris, I know. Right now I'm just lost with how to deal with her rejection. But I'm also so furious for letting her get attacked in the first place. I shouldn't have let her go outside on her own. I should have been there." "Hold it right there, Adam. Nobody could have known what was going to happen, least of all you. You handled things as best as you could. Now if you want to get rid of the pent up anger you can be at Ed's in one hour. That's when I have to be there too and then we'll track those SOB's and sort them out. I promise you can have the first swing at them when we interrogate them. Ed said there had to be some reason why they would chance getting so close to his club. He wants to get to the bottom of this as well." "Ok, I'll get my kit, stop by at Bronwille's for a last checkup, then I'll meet you at Ed's." "Good luck with Bronwille, you're going to need it, man. See you in a bit," Chris said ending his part of the phone call. "In an hour mate, bye," Adam said. He couldn't help but find Bronwille's reaction to be fitting. Adam was going to have to work hard to sort this all out. Mia had heard him ending the call and rose up out of the water. Wrapping a big soft towel around her she went inside. "So what's going to happen?" she inquired. "Bronwille seems to have gotten a hold on herself. She kicked Adam out," he answered. "His ego is a little bit bruised and his wolf is still angry. He's joining us to hunt them down." "She really kicked him out?" Chris nodded and Mia laughed. "Damn, he's got his work cut out with her. I really wish I could go over and see how she's doing without having to reveal anything. I find her reaction somewhat amusing, but that doesn't mean I'm not worried either. It's going to be hard not going to her. Why does she have to be so stubborn?" "She's female?" She gave Chris a blow on his upper arm. "That's not helping at all. Maybe I'll go over to mom's, get this off my chest. At the same time I can see how they're doing. Wonder if my Da has made contact already or if he's just going to barge in there." Chris frowned. "I hope he won't do the latter. Sure you have the element of surprise but we're still outnumbered. If they have concrete plans and they already know when, do not let them go ahead with them unless I am there, understood?" "My father is easy going but once he sets his mind to something." "Mia, this is not up for discussion. If they have planned anything, they will wait until I am there. Family of Merlin or not, if you go without me I promise all hell will break loose. I'm having a hard time with this already, do not push it any further," he shot back fiercely. Mia felt a bit stunned at his reaction. Even before they met he never so much as raised his voice during a phone call, even if it was bad news. Also during all their previous discussions he had sounded firm and determined. Now she realized she was getting a glimpse of the Beta in him. It didn't frighten her, but it sure woke her up. Made her realize what it was she really asked of him. "I promise I won't let them go alone. If you need to tell your brothers, then do so, but please leave the pack until later, when everything is over and done with," she relented. Chris understood what she was saying and he was glad that he wouldn't have to try to hide anything from his brothers anymore. He pulled her close for a tight hug as he whispered softly, "Thank you." "I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I'll let you know something the second everything is in the clear," he added. "I don't like you going, but I know you have to. Don't worry about me. I'll be at my mom's in a little bit. Now go and get ready, you don't want you to be late." Chris passionately covered her lips and devoured them as if it was the last thing he'd do in his life. Every fiber in her very being got the message loud and clear as she molded her body even closer to his. She was his, as much as he was hers and no matter what was going to happen they'd always have each other to rely on. Mia broke off the kiss, breathing heavily. "Get dressed, you scoundrel, before you have your brother calling you and wondering where you are!" she berated him. A smug smile on his face was a sign he knew all too well what effect he had on her. * * * * Punching in his personal code, he let himself in and walked to the back of "The Vixen". His brother Ed could almost always be found here unless he was needed at the mansion for pack business. The door to the big office was open and with a single knock on the door he entered. Adam was already sitting in one of the chairs in front of the big desk, a map spread out between Ed and him. "I see you started already. Fill me in?" Chris said, skipping the polite pleasantries none of them seemed to want at the moment. Getting straight down to business Adam told he had already scouted the area and had picked up their trail. They had made a beeline for one of the forests at the other side of town. Not a single attempt to cover their tracks or even try to misguide them had been made. "They're being too cocky for my liking. Something tells me there is more to those rogues than meets the eye," Adam ended his explanation. Ed, the middle Whelan brother, looked at the map again. A big frown graced his forehead as he studied it again. As he stood, one could see the muscles move in his arms. Tapping on the map he explained in a deep voice he wanted to approach the forest from three sides. One where they probably entered and the two others scouting the other sides, to check whether they passed there or not. If the sides were clear, they'd meet up in the middle and start tracking them from there. Adam and Chris agreed with Ed. Even though all three knew that area like the back of their hand, they still spent some time looking at the map, taking in their targeted areas. When they were ready to leave, Ed placed a hand on Chris' shoulder. "Where have you been hiding? I stopped at the garage yesterday and they told me you wouldn't be in for the rest of the week. When I asked what was up they all went quiet on me. What's up, bro?" Ed inquired. "You have no idea. I'll fill you in later, ok? I want to get these rogues sorted out first. Deal?" "Deal but don't think I won't remember," Ed answered. "I wouldn't expect otherwise from you. Now let's go catch us some rogues, before Adam finds them on his own and devours them before we've got a single word out of them." Before they took off Adam showed them where the scent of the rogues was still the strongest so both brothers could pick it up easy. Memorizing the specific scents, the three men drove off in their own vehicles and started the primary search. Making sure their vehicles were hidden enough, they stripped and changed into their wolf-form. Ed and Chris were constantly talking to each other through their sibling bond, occasionally one of them "dropping" in on Adam to stay up-to-date on his progress. After a while they gathered and discussed their findings. From the faint trail they concluded that the rogues were either hiding deeper into the forest or only passed through it. They narrowed their search and now stayed in eyesight of each other as they looked for every little sign or hint of the rogues' whereabouts. Adam's ears perked up, the scent suddenly very strong and he picked up some soft whimpering sounds. Looking to either side, he checked if Ed and Chris had heard it too. The statue like posture and perked up ears on both of them confirmed to Adam they had indeed. A single look between them was enough to convey what their next move would be. Going over into a low crouch, they stalked closer towards the whimpering sounds. Chris picked up the metallic like smell of dried up blood. The emotions that were coming their way were a mix of defeatism and terrified angst. As they approached a clearing in the woods they saw what appeared to be a hut, made out of fallen of branches and old plastic sheeting. Looking closer, Chris could distinguish the form of two women, both tied up at their ankles, hands behind their backs. His wolf got angry at that sight. He felt the same response from Ed and Adam. What are we going go to do, Ed? Rescue them right away or wait a bit longer to see if those that tied them up come back? I smell the rogues all over them. Adam was right from the start that there was more to it, Chris asked his brother. A little while later Ed replied, Adam thinks it's best to lay low and see if we can lure them away from the women once they come back to their camp. The wind is going our way, so our position isn't compromised. Ok, I just hope we don't have to wait too long. Remember we want those rogues alive, though I don't care what state they end up in. As long as they're well enough to answer a question or two. That goes without saying, brother, Ed agreed. Then the waiting game started. The three of them didn't move, but the longer they stayed there, the more frustrated their wolves became. At least the women had gone silent, their even breathing indicating their tired state had gotten the better of them and both of them had drifted off to sleep. Some deep voices drifted towards the three hidden wolves. "How you think our little beauties are doing? Still shaking in fear?" a tall redheaded man said. "They're being quiet for once. I couldn't stand their whimpering for another second. Really, one minute longer and I would have shocked the living daylights out of them," was the heated reply. "Don't complain. At least you had a test ride on them, while the one I had set my eyes on was taken from us," a third voice mingled into the conversation. "If it wasn't your bloody fascination for a redhead we would have been back at the pack ages ago, but no... the big bad horny wolf insisted on staying until he found a female that looked ok. Wake up, Frank, we don't need them to look good, we need them to breed," said the redheaded man, unintentionally revealing what their hidden agenda was. "Come on, Jack. If you have to rut with them at least I want to look at a pretty face," Frank said. * * * * Hold it together, Adam. I want to see if they reveal more. The more they let slip freely, the better, Ed said as he tried to calm down Adam. Adam only saw red before him as he listened to their conversation. Talking about these women, his Bronwille like pieces of cattle. Five minutes, I won't wait any longer! he shot back. Chris was on high alert as well, but he was better at controlling his emotions at the moment. * * * * "Just have them on all fours, just like the good little bitches they're supposed to be, then it doesn't matter how pretty or ugly they are. A fuckhole is a fuckhole, Frank," the redhead teased. "Sure, you'd fuck just right about anything that breathes, Howie, whether they're available or not," Frank shot back. "We're supposed to bring in new blood. Rutting with those skinny bitches back at the camp won't get our numbers up, you crazy ass son of a bitch," he added. Howie laughed at that last comment. "I'm a son of a bitch alright, she's not even that good of a fuck either." * * * * Those last words said with such a joy in them was the last straw for Adam. Those wolves were the biggest pieces of filth to walk the earth. Ed, Chris, I'm going in. Frank is mine, what you do with the other two I don't care, but he's mine, Adam told both brothers. Using the element of surprise a dark brown and two large black wolves shot up out of the surrounding bushes and each went for their targets. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 17 SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan. Thanking the usual suspects for their time and support, Asylumseeker, JazCullen, the guild. Another thanks for my loyal readers. You'll be glad to know I'm over halfway done with the next chapter. For now, enjoy the read! Mokkelke Chapter Nine : Ending Things. Blinded by the rage he felt, Adam leaped up and directly went for Frank's throat, the one who had set his eyes on Bronwille the night they assaulted her. Ed and Chris each went for the other men. The brothers had decided that they wanted to keep Jack alive at all costs, the one who had casually revealed most from their hidden agenda. Chris told his brother, a second before they attacked, that he would take care of Jack, hoping that in the middle of the fight he cold port him away and secure him. He knew he'd reveal his new trick this way, but he was already planning on telling Ed and Adam afterwards. Ed made a beeline for Howie's thigh, sure he could bite him there and incapacitate him. His aim wasn't to kill, it never had been. In this case however he wouldn't mourn the fact if he failed. From what little they'd overheard, these three weren't rogues at all but had been ordered to bring in fresh blood to a shrinking pack and it didn't matter how they brought in the females. Knowing a woman should be treated with respect, their conversation had sparked his anger. Suddenly the camp exploded in a mix of growls and popping bones, indicating the three men were shifting to their wolf forms once they saw the three massive wolves attacking them. They recognized the scent from the dark brown one. Seeing him there with the other two, they all realized instantly they were in for the fight of their lives. Adam surprisingly missed Frank by an inch, but that didn't stop him from knocking him over. Uncaring that Frank was mid shift, he launched another attack at the man's throat. Frank got up and tried to avoid the impending assault, only able to take a single step before he felt the sharp canines rip through his shoulder blade, fracturing it. Giving a painful yelp, he tried his best to shake off the big wolf. Remembering their earlier fight, Frank knew he wasn't a real match to this wolf, so he had to trick him, letting the wolf think he had the upper hand. Feigning submission to the larger and stronger wolf, he dropped down, giving another yelp as he landed on his obviously broken shoulder. Baring his throat, the darker wolf didn't hesitate to clamp down and reinforce his dominance. Seething with anger deep inside, Frank did his best to stay still, letting the other man think he had won, and was now hoping the wolf on top of him would show mercy for his fast surrender. The grip on his throat became firmer. Still Frank kept quiet, but then he felt the canines pierce his skin. A not so feigned whimper escaped the second he realized his little gamble of tricking this wolf had failed miserably. Frank had hoped on mercy and once he'd been released had intended to strike the big wolf in his stomach. He couldn't even get a kick in now. The other wolf had anticipated every possible move and wasn't interested in fighting. His only intent was to end his life. Frank knew he'd lost the second he felt a canine rip open his jugular and his warm blood started flowing out with every fast fading heartbeat. Shifting back, Frank tried to cover the wound, applying pressure. At the same time the other wolf released him and shifted too. No wonder I'm no match to this dude, he's a fucking SEAL, he realized with wide open eyes as he saw the familiar tattoos. Adam pressed a finger into the wound, stalling the blood flow for only a little while. "You know, you little piece of shit, I don't kill for fun nor joy, but when you touch a woman the way you lot did that irks me. What really pissed me off was that you were assaulting MY mate," he whispered in Frank's ear in a stone cold voice, devoid from any emotion. Frank tried to reply but only some incoherent gurgles came out of his, now, blood filled mouth. "Then you didn't even have the guts to stay and fight, but ran like the little scared dogs you all are. In any other fight I would finish you off fast, swift and clean. Merciful even. But not this time, you deserve every slow second of agony as the life slips from you and you realize what a piece of shit you have been," Adam ended his whisper, at the same time removing his finger. The blood started pumping out faster with the pressure gone. Adam stood up and gazed at the man lying in front of him, clutching at his throat, fighting for every little breath he was still able to get. His attempts grew slower as the puddle of blood under him soiled the forest floor. Then his eyes glazed and simply stared at the clear sky above them. Adam didn't feel proud of this kill, it went against his very nature, despite his long army track records. His wolf did feel satisfied, they had avenged their mate. Crouching down, he closed the man's eyes, his only visible sign that he, despite everything that had led to this fight, still respected a dead man. Standing back up, he looked around and frowned. He only saw Ed battling with Howie, no sign of Chris and Jack, the third man. Shifting back to wolf, he sent out a message, glad the brothers had decided to keep their mental link open to him. Chris, where the hell are you? I'm securing this little piece of shit so we can interrogate him. I took him out of the clearing. That way the women can stay there when we question him, Chris replied. Ok. I see Ed is having fun with his prey. Mine's already dead. I'll go check on the women. I'll leave them tied for now until we're done questioning the little piece of shit you have with you. Sounds like a plan. Just keep an eye on Ed, he's usually not the fighting type, but once he gets going, his dark side tends to show. I'd hate to clean up his mess, Chris sent back. Copy that. I'll intervene if needed. Turning around, he watched Ed battling the other wolf. Seems he's already playing with him, Adam thought to himself before he walked past them, towards the women under the makeshift shelter. Luckily they were both still passed out. Pressing two fingers against their neck, he checked their heart rate and breathing, both seemed calm for the moment and they weren't lying in a too uncomfortable position. Deciding to leave them both as they were Adam turned back towards the fight behind him. Adam had never seen Ed fight before. To him he always seemed to be the most laid back of the three brothers. Now it was becoming clear that Ed did have a darker side to him, one not many had witnessed before. Chris had told him about a few things that had happened in the past, but somehow they never seemed to match Ed's persona. He stood corrected now. Ed had jumped the man, first going for his thigh. During that moment the man had shifted to his wolf form. Releasing him, he circled the wolf, then jumped at him again, biting him in the shoulder. Ed released him again, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, his canines bared and a constant low growl emanating from his chest. That was how he played his game, he jumped in, would bite and retreat. Repeating this process until the other one wasn't sure where he'd be bitten next. Ed could keep this game up for a long time. It'd been ages since he'd been in a fight and a content shudder traveled through his spine. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Adam watching him. That told him that Adam's target was already taken care of. Letting out an annoyed huff, he realized now was not the time to play, they had other things to take care of. With a loud snarl he expressed his unsatisfied need for a good rumble. Turning towards the bleeding wolf, he made a short sprint, knocking the other one over. Without much care he clamped down on the throat and gave the wolf a second to surrender. All he got in return was a loud groan and the start of a struggle. Wanting to end this swiftly, he simply bit down hard and shook his head, breaking the other wolfs neck in the process. With a loud snort he released the dead wolf and shifted back. "Bah, now I get the chance to fight and all I get is this wimpy excuse of a dog. Would have thought with all their big talk they at least would prove to be a challenge. Our pups fight better than these miserable creatures," he said as he dragged the back of his hand over his mouth, trying to get rid of the blood on it. "I had the same. Mine thought he could trick me into believing he surrendered. He was wrong," Adam agreed. Ed looked around. "Where is Chris?" "He's around, just don't know where," Adam replied. Chris, where are you? And that pitiful excuse of a wolf? Ed sent to his brother. I have him tied up to a tree. I'll be over to come and get you two. I don't want our little interrogation happening in the camp so as not to wake up those women. The less they see and hear, the better, Chris answered. Turning sideways Chris looked at the unconscious wolf. He was glad he had spotted some rope before he had ported them out of the camp. Their struggle was brief and not even a real challenge for Chris. When the other wolf was knocked out, Chris had focused on his surroundings and concluded the others were still in mid-fight. He took the chance and ported himself to the ropes and back, so he could tie him up. This wasn't an easy task, crappy fighter or not, a werewolf was still strong. Chris had to come up with a way of making it impossible for the wolf to shift back and break the bonds. Chris spotted a large tree not far from where he ported them to the first time. With a low growl he had dragged the dead weight of the wolf over to the tree, wrapped the wolf around it and tied the front paws together with the back ones. In wolf form this wasn't an uncomfortable position, but it would be if you tried to shift. He could only hope this particular one had at least one working brain cell because all the others seemed to have reverted back to caveman proportions. Circling around the tree, he took a good sniff of the tied up wolf. Chris couldn't pinpoint it, but there was a hint of familiarity to his scent, as if he'd smelled it before. Back in the camp this one was big on the talk, but he wasn't impressed with how easy he'd won their little tussle. It was like he didn't even try to fight back and just acted a bit before giving in. All this told Chris there was a lot more going on than they could imagine. Giving the wolf one last push to check if he still was out cold, he turned, shifted back to wolf and went to retrieve his brother and Adam. When he entered the clearing it was evident that Ed and Adam had tried to cover up the two corpses and hide them from the woman. "I'm a bit disappointed. It looks like none of them knew how to fight. Where's the challenge in that?" Chris said after he shifted to human form. "I'm right there with you, bro. It's been a while since we had a good fight," Ed chimed in. "How are the women?" Chris directed to Adam. "Still sleeping it seems. Think we can leave them here while we question the other one?" "Should be ok. Even if they wake up, we'll know that quickly enough and if they wander away, we can track them later," Chris answered. "So, up for a little Truth or Dare?" Ed asked. "No better time for it, he must be coming around by now," Chris answered. The two men followed Chris as he led them a bit further away. It wasn't long before they came upon the tied up wolf who was indeed coming to. Standing next to each other, they all looked down at the snarling beast. Chris crouched down and locked eyes. "You have two options. First one is you shift and we'll redo your bindings and you'll answer our questions. Second option, hmm well, maybe there isn't a second option, you will tell us what we want to know, one way or the other. But let me introduce myself first. I'm Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan, the name ring a bell?" Chris told the squirming wolf in front of him. Suddenly the wolf went quiet and still, acknowledging that he knew what that name meant. "The other one is my brother Eamonn," Chris said, using Ed's birth name, "and a friend of ours, Adam. I think you remember him, don't you? The one that kicked your butt a few days ago. Sounds familiar? Or need a reminder? So are you going to shift and answer a few questions?" he went on in a stern, emotionless tone. The wolf whimpered and shifted to human form. Chris nodded towards Adam, who immediately knew Chris wanted him to restrain the man so they could redo his bindings. Repositioned, he now sat with his back against the tree, hands tied behind him, legs bound around the knees and ankles. "Ed, you want to start this?" Chris asked his brother. "With pleasure," he answered as he turned to wolf. "Jack is your name if I remember correctly. Now tell me, is this the first time you've been in our territory without approval?" Jack shook his head. "The first time you took women?" Again "no" was the reply. "You think you can get away with this unharmed and unpunished?" Jack whimpered. "The cat got your tongue? Not feeling so brave now?" Ed went on. "Let me tell you what you are going to do. You are going to tell us how long you've been trespassing on our land and territory and then you're going to tell me how many women your pack has kidnapped so far. You're going to tell me why. If you can answer all of these without us having to beat it out of you, then you'll be pretty much unharmed. Punishment will still be decided upon by the Council. And guess who leads it? Our eldest brother Dominic, I'm sure you know him, right?" "First question. From which pack are you?" Ed started asking. "I'm from the MacLachlan pack," Jack stuttered. Chris froze when he heard that name. Handle this with care, brother. I think the shit is going to hit the fan. I will explain more later, Chris told his brother. Inwardly he cursed. Things couldn't have gotten more complicated. He started wondering how mad Richard's father really was. Sending out his puppets to kidnap human females to keep his numbers up. It was outrageous. Then he wondered how he was going to tell Mia and at the same time tried figuring out a way to tell Ed their involvement was far from over. Chris saw the little nod his brother gave him, acknowledging his message. "How long have your pack been coming to our territory?" Ed asked. "Ten years." "How often did you come?" "Once a year." "With how many?" "Never more than three." "How long did you stay?" Ed went on in a clipped voice. "Never more than a week." That could explain why their presence wasn't detected. Many people go missing throughout the year, two or three more aren't so easy to pick up on, sadly enough, Ed conferred with his brother. Still doesn't explain why they were so close to your club. It's swarming with wolves, Chris replied. "What did you do to them, once you'd taken them?" Ed questioned Jack again. "It's obvious what they did, Ed. Two of them are laying right over there and you know what they did to Bronwille," Adam jumped into the interrogation. "I know, Adam, but I want to hear it from our little friend here," Ed intercepted his outburst. Focusing back on Jack, he simply tilted his head, indicating he was expecting an answer from him. "I didn't touch the women, I'd only touch the one truly meant for me. Frank and Howie," Jack whispered as he shook his head, "They didn't care. I told them not to, that we're supposed to wait until we're back on pack land. We're only meant to retrieve a female, bring her back and turn her in front of everyone." "And how did these two end up in this state?" Ed pressed on. "I told them to leave those women alone, but they wouldn't have any of it. The night before we were supposed to take the last woman, Frank lured me away. When we returned I found them like this. Howie's twisted mind got the better of him and he had his kind of fun with both," Jack replied in shame. "Fun?" Adam roared, "Their bruises and the bloody stains they both have, tell me another story. If what you lot tried to do to Bronwille is any indication, I can only imagine what that little bit of fun really was. They look beaten and seeing they're barely dressed you lot raped them as well." Adam was getting really angry again. He growled when he felt a hand clamp over his shoulder, only to realize a second later it was Chris. Calm down, my friend. We'll get to the bottom of this and resolve this situation so it will never happen again. Let Ed finish his questions and we'll take it from there, Chris tried tempering his friend's angry mood. I'm going to check on the women. If I stay here that piece of shit won't live for very long. He's that dumb to be led on, even the woman he'd picked for himself got abused and he didn't do anything, he just let it happen! I know Adam, we'll get to the bottom of this. Go check on the women, but do pass your car first so you don't scare them too. Being naked is our second nature, but it's not to them, Chris reminded him. I know, won't take me long. Get everything out of him that you can. I've had my vengeance but this can't continue to happen, this pack must be stopped at all costs, he said before he shifted and ran away. Chris turned back to his brother, who still was crouched down the same way as when they started their questioning. Out of the three brothers, Ed was the better one to lead an interrogation. Nick was very good at assessing situations and take actions accordingly. If it wasn't for his pre-occupancy with Fran right now, he'd be here doing the same thing. Chris was actually the odd one out. He did his job as Beta, but he actually preferred to keep any kind of violence to a minimum. This being the very reason, and the knowledge he could explain it to them later, that he opted to port this one away and not give in to that familiar hunting and conquering nature of his wolf side. "How much time do you still need, Ed?" Chris asked, wanting this to be over. "Not much longer," Ed replied without moving. "So Jackie, boy, why were you ordered to take these women? And where are they supposed to be taken to?" "Our pack is vanishing, we needed new females to bear our pups. Our Alpha sends some of us away once a year, to bring back new females to mate." "And what about true mates?" "He doesn't care about that. He just wants to enlarge the pack, he doesn't care how." This Alpha really seems to be one pain in the ass, Ed told his brother. You don't know everything yet. Just wrap this up, so we can move this one to a holding cell under the mansion. Then I need to talk to Adam and you. This is far from over yet. "Where is your pack located?" Ed asked, knowing this to be a futile question, packs were obliged to divulge the boundaries of their territory and they already knew which pack he belonged to. "It's on the North side, a day's drive," Jack replied evasively. "So let me recap. Your Alpha thinks just because his pack is dwindling he can send out pack members, let them invade another pack's territory without them knowing, kidnap women to use them as breeding stock and he thinks he can get away with it?" Ed summed up. Jack stayed silent, but nodded affirmatively. "He may have gotten away with it for a time, but that time is over as of now. When this gets put in front of the Council he won't have a pack left!" Ed roared, for the first time showing emotion. Hold it brother, don't mention the council. Remember I still have to talk to you. This needs to be settled outside of Council attention. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 17 Ed turned and gave Chris a puzzled look. Nick told me to solve this situation as I saw fit. This has to be brought before the Council. You know that, Ed mentally scolded his younger brother. If it were any other situation I'd agree with you right away. Only now there are a few facts you aren't aware of yet. If this is brought before the Council I'm pretty sure things will only take a turn for the worse. What can happen if we bring in the Council? This pack will be dissolved and their actions will be punished, as it should be. Ed was slightly displeased with his brother now. Not once had they quarreled over decision making. I'm asking this as your brother. Chris thought about Mia and their unborn offspring, he couldn't let anything happen to them. Let it go for now. Scare the shit out of him, I really don't care, but keep it out of the Council. If they get involved then lives would be at stake, lives I'm not willing to lose. Ed took a few moments to mull over what Chris had said and didn't say. Chris wasn't one to keep secrets, at least not from him. He already knew something was going on in his life, he knew the second Chris wasn't found at his garage. Apart from being the womanizer over the weekend Chris practically lived at the garage. Giving another thorough look at his sibling Ed tried one last time to see if he could get anything out of him right now. Chris' expression was closed off when he "spoke" to his brother again. Trust me, when you know everything, you will agree with me. Let this one be scared, but don't press the council matter. Let's get him moved. We still have a couple of ladies to take care of too. Ed gave a small nod in affirmation. "You're going to our holding cells. How you get there is up to you but I suggest you don't try running, you'll regret it. Our cars are parked just at the edge of the forest, I have an extra set of clothes there you can put on. You can shift and walk with us or go like you are, your choice," Ed addressed Jack. Looking around nervously Jack realized once again he was out numbered, outranked and finally in the position he longed for such a long time. He had given in from the first moment. He'd never really wanted to fight, had actually hoped they would get caught sooner. He actually felt relieved now everything was right out in the open. He was just glad they didn't ask him for his full name, they'd know the importance then of who was sent out this time. As youngest son of the MacLachlan Alpha he was left with little choice but to follow his orders, he didn't want to have the same happening to him what had cost him his older brother. Now he had the one chance to redeem himself and try and put an end to the things his father was doing. Still being a strong old wolf it was impossible to challenge him for the Alpha spot. So Jack bided his time. And now that time had come. Their initial attack had surprised him and he reacted instinctively, but once he saw the other wolf not wanting to waste time, he gave in. This was his chance to change things around and he grasped it with both hands. He'd endure any punishment they wanted. Jack knew he deserved it. He'd done despicable things just to stay in his father grace. "I'll come willingly," Jack said with a newfound inner hope. "I can't change the past, no matter how wrong it was, my own actions included. I'll take punishment, whatever you say, just to make this situation stop." Both brothers looked a bit surprised at his changed attitude, although he had been cooperating from the start. Giving each other a knowing look, they shifted and waited for Jack to do the same. Boxing him in they walked him to the clearing first. With no sign of the women, Ed and Chris were assured they would be well taken care of. With a quick yank, Chris destroyed the haphazardly made shift hut, pushing the canvas against one of the rocks, his intention to come back for it later. Escorting Jack to their car, Chris let his brother know that they would have to keep his presence on a need to know basis. The fact he was from the MacLachlan pack, his familiar scent and his seemingly cooperative manner, were all clear signs there really was more to this Jack person than he let on. At the car, they dressed quickly, tossing an extra set of clothes to Jack. Luck being on their side, they managed to lock up Jack without anyone noticing. That on its own was already a feat since there were always pack members roaming the grounds. They ordered the guard to make sure Jack was fed and always had water and instructed the guard to keep Jack's presence unknown until told otherwise. Back outside Chris stopped Ed. "We're going to need that talk, brother. I'll need Adam present as well. With today's revelations I have no idea how things will turn out, trust me that the result won't have a good outcome." "I'll tell Adam to meet us back at 'The Viper', we have privacy there. This isn't like you at all Chris, to be so secretive with things," Ed said. "I know, you don't even know the half of it. I'm going to take one of Nick's cars, I need to stop at my place before heading over to 'The Viper'. Then we can settle this mess." "I'll go check up on Adam and the two women, then meet you at 'The Viper' in an hour?" "I'll be there," Chris answered, turned and walked towards Nick's garage. * * * * He felt her presence, but couldn't really pinpoint where she was. Her scent was all over the place. "Mia?" he called out. No reply. "Mia?" Again no reply. Still on edge from his earlier encounter, he silently went in search of his elusive mate. There weren't many places she could be hiding. A quick peek in his kitchen and living room only showed both rooms empty. Mia? he called out again, now switching to their inner connection. He could still feel her, he felt no pain or fear, so he knew she had to be all right. Making his way further, he crossed an empty bathroom, looking quickly towards his rooftop patio, he could only confirm to himself that was empty too. Only one place left where she could be and he really hoped he would find her there. Gently opening his bedroom door, he let out a relieved swoosh of air. There she lay all curled up between the tussled sheets. A little smile on her lips told him she must be having a nice dream at least. Hating that he had to wake her up, he got into his bed and snuggled close, spooning her from behind. Automatically she sought his warmth and a sound almost resembling the purring of a cat emanated from her chest. Five minutes, we can spare that much, Chris thought to himself as he pulled her even closer. Nuzzling her neck, he let her scent wash over him, evaporating the trails of anger he felt. Snaking his hand over her chest, he stopped between her breasts, moving it a little more so his hands covered her heart. Beating in a steady rhythm, he luxuriated in this content feeling of coming home. All the worries from the outside world disappeared into thin air. Still amazed at how important Mia had become to him in such a short time, he knew there was still one, ever growing, big issue that needed to be dealt with. Brushing her hair out of the way, he nuzzled her neck, sweeping his lips over her delicate skin. He felt the shiver going through her body, felt under his hand how her heartbeat accelerated. Turning his sweeping moves into a kiss, he noticed how she started to stir, climbing back to an awakened state. Turning around, her arms went around him, pulling him in close. "Hey, sleepyhead, time to wake up now," he prodded gently. "I'm fine, just let me be," Mia replied with a hoarse voice. "I'd love to lay here, sweetheart, but there are a few things we need to discuss that can't wait." Brushing her hair out of her face Chris saw her squinting up at him. Giving in to temptation he lightly brushed her lips with his own. The moan he got in return swiftly broke his resolve to keep it a sweet kiss. Threading his hand in her hair at the back of her head, he tilted her head as he went from a light to a more searching and demanding exploration of her hungry mouth. The light touch of her hands brought him around, making him remember this was just the thing they didn't have time for right now. Releasing his hold on her head, he trapped her hands against him. Breathing heavily, he rested their heads together. "Come on sleepyhead, we've got some serious things to discuss. Don't make me dump you in the shower," he said trying to temper his own lust. With a grunting noise that much resembled a growl, Mia rolled onto her back, the sheets pulling dangerously low, almost revealing her naked flesh to Chris. "Fine, what is it?" she rumbled. Getting up Chris sat down again, facing her this time. "We got the rogues, two didn't make it back alive, but we have one in lockup at the mansion," he started. Mia gave him a questioning look, wanting him to continue. "It wasn't rogues at all, Mia. There is no way to soften this up, but they were here deliberately to kidnap women for their pack." He waited a few seconds to let her understand what he was meaning. The look in her eyes said enough. "Their Alpha ordered them to bring back women because their number is running low. He doesn't care about the mating pull or anything. The ones we found still had two women with them," he said, shaking his head as he went on. "I hope they will pull through, one of the men did a right number on them. The worst part of it all is the pack they're from." Trepidation clear on her face, she grasped his arm before she asked, "And which pack would that be?" "MacLachlan," was his sole reply. The blood drained from her face as she let that single fact sink in. "We have to talk to your father. He has to know what he's walking into when we go there. Knowing how sick that Alpha is getting I'm not sure if I can keep agreeing with keeping our numbers so low. I'm getting a very bad feeling about this whole situation." "Of course Da has to know this. Do you want me to contact him right now?" Mia asked. "Yes and no. I have to be at the club in a bit. I haven't told Ed and Adam and was about to do that. With this new development I think it would be wise if at least you would be there and if needed we can bring in your dad or even Merlin." Suddenly wide awake, she jumped up and made a beeline for the bathroom. Chris grunted, "Could you cover yourself up, woman!" Turning around she gave him a stern look. "Even at a time like this, that is the only thing crossing your mind?" "There are a lot of things on my mind. If you want me to focus I'd suggest you don't parade around naked. There is only so much self-restraint I can muster. We haven't had enough time to ourselves by a long shot. So if you don't want to be embarrassingly late, turn around and get dressed," he said forcefully. Mia only smiled when she saw the look in his eyes disagreeing with the tone he'd used. A quick shower evaporated the last bits of sleep left in her body. Covering herself in a bathrobe clearly too big for her, she went back. Chris was still on the bed and he had a brooding look in his eyes. "Don't even think about it. I've got to get dressed and I have to call my Da still," she chided him. Disappearing into his big walk in wardrobe she rummaged through her bags, hoping to find something easy to put on. Dropping the bathrobe she quickly stepped into some white silken panties and put on the matching bra. Bleached hipster jeans and a rainbow colored tunic completed her outfit. Coming out she went back to the bathroom to sort her hair. Only she didn't make it even halfway there before Chris had scooped her up in his arms and was pressing his lips against hers. Chris!, she mentally scolded him. Releasing her lips he could only smile at her reaction. Carefully putting her feet on the ground again, he let her go. "You got five more minutes, my dear," he teased. "Then stop distracting me. It's like having a horny teenager stalking me all day long," she shot back, hoping to sound serious. Back in the bathroom she made quick work of combing her hair and pulling it into a high ponytail. Tapping her chin she tried to remember where she'd left her shoes. Shooting out of the bathroom she hurried towards the living room, scanning as she walked through it. For once she found the cursed footwear faster than normally. She was used to kicking off her shoes wherever she may be and then when she needed them it was like the search for the holy grail, time after time. "I'm ready," she yelled. "I'm not deaf yet, sweetheart", Chris spoke softly behind her. "Come on, let's go. We just have enough time to not be late. After that is over I still have to drop off the car at Nick's. I took one of his for now." "Then lead the way. We might as well get this over with." Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 18 SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan. As always I'm thanking my faithful editor Asylumseeker for his swift work, The Guild and Jaz for their everlasting support. My tweeps for their continuous support and nagging to keep on writing. Without much further ado, enjoy the read. Don't forget to comment/vote/feedback. It's our payment we crave so much ;-) Mokkelke Chapter Ten : Solutions. Chris saw Ed and Adam were already back at the club. He parked himself next to his own car. They had left his flat in a better mood then he'd arrived, but now the trepidation was returning. He knew they would accept her as his mate, he just wasn't sure about all the "baggage" that came with it. He really would have liked to have Nick on board, he was the Alpha after all. It would make a lot of things a lot easier. At least Mia hadn't made a scene when he told her how things had turned out when they went after the rogues. She took it rather easily, maybe she was finally realizing they needed the numbers to confront the MacLachlan pack. As they made their way over to the back of the club, he had Mia close to his side. Entering his safety code, the door sprang open and they walked the narrow corridor which led to Ed's office in the back of the club. He announced themselves with a single knock on the door before he opened it. Two pairs of eyes shot up in surprise when they saw Chris entering with a gorgeous woman tucked close to his side. Ed looked curiously at his brother, Adam just smiled after their initial surprise ebbed away. "I think you remember Mia? She's my mate," Chris announced nonchalantly. "I'll be damned. You were jealous of Nick or what?" Adam laughingly stated. "Not really, but when it happens, it happens," Chris said back. Ed sniffed the air. "How was it we didn't smell you last Saturday?" he asked in a reserved tone. "That's why I brought her with me now and also why I said I didn't want the Council involved in this," Chris replied, cutting Mia off. "I can talk for myself, you know," Mia said as she gave Chris a light blow on his arm. "A sassy one. Good, you can use a firm hand," Adam teased. Looking down at Mia Chris asked if she wanted to tell her side of everything first. "Think that will be the best way." Turning towards Ed and Adam she started, "You know me as Mia Barlow, but in fact my surname is MacLachlan." She paused a second waiting for any visible reaction from the two men in front of her. Adam visibly tensed up whereas Ed looked more like a blank canvas, not a single emotion readable on his face. "I see now why you don't want the Council involved," Ed spoke in a clipped tone. "That's not all of it, Ed. There is more," Chris said. "Well, do tell, we're waiting." "I was never part of that pack or any other. It's always been just my parents and me. It's only recently that I have found another family member, thanks to Chris," Mia said as she lovingly looked up to her mate. "He surprised me with it," she said as she gently gave him a nudge with her shoulder, "but I couldn't have been more happier to meet my grandfather. Even better for my mom to be with her Da again too. From what Chris told me, my grandfather is a person you all know and trust." Ed's curiosity now showed for the first time. "And who might that be?" he asked. "It's that old bastard, Ed, you know, Merlin," Chris revealed. The two other men looked shocked now. After several minutes of uneasy quietness Ed was the first to speak again. "You're a MacLachlan, but also Merlin's granddaughter? How do those two things add up?" Ed asked. "My father is Richard MacLachlan and my mother is Gwenyth Myrddin, only daughter of Merlin," Mia explained then waited again to let the others process the few facts they knew so far. Ed looked at Chris, who nodded affirmatively. "I'm starting to understand now why you don't want the Council involved. They don't want to piss off Merlin," Ed said. "We talked to her parents and Merlin last weekend. Richard is going to confront his father in the near future. That's why I called you the other day," Chris directed at Adam. "I wanted someone with me who I can trust and who would have my back at all times. I didn't know of the attack on Bronwille and when you filled me in on that I figured you'd have other things on your mind. Pigheaded as this lady is, she doesn't want us going down there in big numbers. Just Merlin, her parents and us two. Reluctantly she agreed to let me take one person I trusted. Adam was the first I could think of since I have promised to keep her heritage a secret for now." Chris gave an apologetic look to his brother. "That's why at first I couldn't say anything, but after we learned of Bronwille's attack she agreed I could tell my brothers. The thing is, Mia is special, not just because of who her parents are, but also because of who her grandfather is. Her mom didn't lose her abilities when she mated Richard. Just the opposite, Richard learned a few things from her. Mia," he said as he pulled her closer again, "is a perfect hybrid of the two. One of the things her mom taught all of them was to mask their scents. That's why we couldn't scent the wolf in her. You know Merlin's little tricks? They're just that, little tricks, they're all capable of so much more." "If Richard has gotten some neat tricks after his mating," Ed pondered out loud, "didn't you get anything too?" "He has and he will get more over time. It's a gradual change in him, not really a change, more like enhancing what's already there. Adding little things to the mix," Mia answered instead of Chris. "There is only one I know of right now, I'm still mastering it," Chris explained. "What's your new thing then?" Ed asked. Chris smiled down at Mia, who knew right away what he was up to. Taking a step back he was gone in the same moment. Ed looked surprised. Adam who was sitting sideways in front of the desk had seen Chris disappear as well. His eyes turned into big wide saucers as he saw Chris reappearing behind Ed. A big smile on his face Chris waited a few seconds while he enjoyed Ed's confusion. Finally he tapped Ed's shoulder, who spun around and was grabbing for the unknown threat, startled to find his brother standing behind his chair. Ed just stood there, mouth slightly open in disbelief. "No fucking way. How in the hell did you do that?" Ed asked. Chris simply tapped his temple. "I just have to think about the location and be sure there is or will be room when I teleport. How do you think I got Jack out of that clearing so fast? Jack wasn't even aware of it that I transported us away." Ed dropped in his chair, baffled with this little revelation. Chris was a formidable fighter if he wanted to be, but he preferred to keep his battles short and clean. This little trick was a nice addition to his fight style, not to mention all the other possibilities it opened. Looking around he gave Mia a thorough perusal. Now he knew, he had to admit part of her features reminded him of that old dog. He grinned inwardly, realizing they really had a point when teasing him about his old age, he was a grandfather. Then it dawned on him, the little pieces of the puzzle falling into place. Merlin always lived like a hermit, discouraging every and any kind of confirmation he still lived. Their pack knew it was an unwritten rule to never mention him outside of pack company. If word were to get out that Merlin was still around and was now tied to the Whelan pack by blood, that would put the Council on edge. Nick was ruler of their territory but globally seen he didn't have the majority on his side. Seeing the matings had a neat side effect, other packs would be lining up for any future children. They might as well be born with a bulls eye on their head. They'd be in danger from the second they took their first breath. Children? Lives, plural he had said, not willing to lose them? Ed thought. Ed took another sniff, turned to Chris and a smile crept over his face. You didn't wait long to knock her up, little bro. I understand now why you don't want the Council involved. They would indeed be in danger. We may live by another code but most out there are still a power hungry pack of assholes. Amusement flashed in Chris' eyes. I see your strategic mind still has eye for every detail. You're going to love that she wants to go after the MacLachlan pack just with her parents, Merlin and me. She didn't want me to tell anyone about our mating until the next full moon. Mia cleared her throat, "I know you two probably want to play catch up, but there are more people in this room," she said impatiently. "I was just filling in a few blanks, dear," Chris spoke sweetly. "There isn't much that escapes Ed's keen eye." He knows you're pregnant, sweetie. There is little you can hide from him, he added mentally. Her eyes turned big then into tiny slits as she eyed Ed. He just smiled knowingly and winked. Adam just sat there, looking from one person to another wondering what the hell was going on now. Oh he was surprised as much as Ed was, but he wanted to get on with things. "Care to fill me in as well so we can move things on? We still have a pack to put in their place!" he said gruffly. Mia kept looking at Adam. He was huge in every sense of the word. Muscles strained against the tight black T he wore, the black leather pants hugging his legs as if they were a second layer of skin. She could see the tension as he kept contracting the muscles in his upper legs, as if he was trying very hard to stay calm. "How is Bron?" Mia addressed Adam. "She sounded calm but looked like a hellfire cat last time I saw her. She isn't answering any of my calls or doesn't open up when I stop by. How do you think she is?" Adam shot back. "Coping with everything her way. Chris told you about before?" Adam nodded. "Give her time. I'll check in on her this evening and let you know, ok? She won't even know I'm there, just like the previous time." "How are you going to do that? Be a cat burglar?" Mia had to laugh. She pointed to Chris and said, "Poof. He only knows one trick, I know everything. I'm assuming you're familiar with Merlin?" She hinted at his close friendship with the brothers. Adam nodded again, it was true he was one of the few outside of the pack that knew Merlin, he'd seen a thing or two when Merlin was showing off in front of the little pups. "As Chris explained I'm a hybrid, I am as much wolf as I am Ancient. Not as powerful as my mom, but I'm good enough to stay undetected if I want to be," she explained, giving Adam a little wink. "So you're going to check in on Bronwille and then we can sort out the pack," Adam went on. "No. You will not deal with the pack. My father will. Mom, Merlin, Chris and me will back him up," Mia replied heatedly. "Are you sure you are all able to keep on top of things?" Ed intervened. "You have no idea what we can do. My father is done hiding. He's going to confront his dad. Merlin offered to intervene but he understands it's Da that has to do this, so he'll accompany us as backup. My mom told me a lot of her childhood, you do not want to piss off Merlin," she answered. "Sweetie, if Adam wants to come, he can. Remember you said I could bring one more and I intended to ask Adam," Chris reminded her. "I'm coming as well," Ed said. Looking at Mia he went on, "I can partly understand you want to solve this with as little people as possible. Just think of it as reassurance. If two of the three Whelans are on your doorstep you should think twice before doing anything stupid." Mia growled low in her chest. She hated being told what to do, but she had to see reason. It seemed Ed was the smarter brother, he didn't even try to convince her to bring the pack, just himself. Relaxing her posture again, she nodded her consent. "When do you think is a good time to settle this?" she asked. "From what we've learned they were almost on their way. Jack told us they were only supposed to stay away for a week, and that is the day after tomorrow. We'll have to work fast to get this thing going forward," Ed answered. "Clear some room, I'll get my parents here, my mom can contact Merlin and he can be here in a second." "Clear the room for what?" "Adam, you really have to ask after what I just showed you I could do?" Chris laughed. "You've got a point there, mate. Come on, let's get this show on the road." While the men made some room Mia knocked on her mother's mental barricade and told her to get right over with Da, that they had some new things to report. Mia added to contact Merlin as well. Not much later they all arrived. Greetings were exchanged. Ed couldn't help but tease Merlin with his grandfather status. Mia let it all wash over her how easy they all got along. Not once did anyone hint at the fact they had lived as rogues themselves. Chris must have picked up part of her thoughts. It's going to be all right, baby, don't worry so much, he soothed her. She cuddled closer in response. Looking around she knew she was now in the company of a few very strong and capable men. She smiled when she studied her mom. She looked so very much alive again, as if she'd gotten her second wind. When her parents and Merlin were brought up to date on the past events they agreed to let Ed and Adam come along. They were almost done planning with how to go ahead when Richard asked if they knew the name of the one locked up. "It's someone called Jack," Ed answered. "He didn't put up much of a fight and cooperated all the time." Richard paled when he heard that name. "Everything ok, dear?" Gwen asked, concerned at the sudden change in her mate. "There aren't many Jack's in the pack. One of them was my younger brother." Everybody was surprised now. "Ed, I have to see him." Worried and anxious at the same time, he sat down. His baby brother. He shook his head in denial, he couldn't believe Jack would have a part in all of this. Ed sympathized with the man who suddenly looked like he had been hit by a train. "We can't just go down there, but we might get him out of there unnoticed," he said as he looked towards Chris. "The other cells are empty, you could go to one of them, then to Jack's and then come back here?" "You're too smart for your own good, brother dearest," Chris acknowledged. "I'll do just that, just keep enough room here. I'm only just learning this thing so I might be an inch off." "You can't be an inch off, that alone can get you killed. I'll go with you. You can take us there, you know where to go. I'll just follow you and get us all back here, I won't be an inch off," Mia interrupted. Chris growled a little, not liking her to get close to Jack. "Stop the attitude, Chris. Teleporting is one thing, bringing someone with you is a whole other matter. Don't overestimate your ability, son," Merlin agreeably spoke. "Fine, fine, doesn't mean I have to like it," Chris relented. * * * * Chris ported to the cell next to Jack's. A second later Mia appeared in front of him. He pulled her in a tight hug as his lips sought hers in a hard, fast kiss. Focus, Chris, she smiled up at him. "You go in there first, tell him what's up. Just signal me when it's ok for me to join you and port us all out." Mia felt his reluctance and hoped to placate that feeling with telling him she wanted to be extra careful now. It seemed to work as she felt his arms relax just a little. "I'll knock on your door when it's time," he whispered in her ear as he tapped her temple with a finger, silently telling her how he'd contact her. Taking a step back he closed his eyes and focused on the sounds in the cell next to theirs. He heard a steady heartbeat and relaxed breathing, both things telling him Jack was asleep. In a flash he stood inside the other cell, looking down at the sleeping form of Jack, who was curled up on the bed. Chris made sure that his wolf was present as he gently prodded Jack, hoping to wake him up without startling the man. Yawning, Jack stretched out and looked around, getting his bearings. He slumped once he realized where he was. His eyes shot up when he noticed Chris standing in front of him. He gave the man a puzzled look, he hadn't heard the door open or close, Jack wondered how he'd gotten inside. "Be quiet," Chris whispered, "and I'll explain everything." Jack nodded. "I'm going to get you out of here. There are a few loose ends that have appeared and that need to be tied up. You will be brought back here, but we don't want the guard in any trouble," Chris explained. Again Jack nodded. He knew there wasn't much he could do. He was in their hands, at their mercy. "I'm going to port you to the cell on the other side of that wall. My mate is waiting there," he said, stressing the word mate, "and she'll port us to where we need to be. Once we get there we'll explain everything. You don't try anything, you don't make a sound, if you do, it's the end of you. I don't care who you are, understand?" Chris ended. "I understand," Jack whispered his reply. "Get up unless you want to fall on your butt when we get to the other side," Chris instructed him. Getting up, Jack rolled his muscles, trying to get rid of the stiffness. "I'm ready when you are," Jack said. "Close your eyes, it's easier that way." We're coming, sweetheart. Chris grabbed Jack the moment he closed his eyes and in a heartbeat he stood in the other cell. Jack stumbled a little, opening his eyes, not sure what had happened. He noticed the beautiful woman standing next to Chris. She looked familiar and there was something about her scent that called to his wolf. He didn't get any time to go into it as Chris ordered him to close his eyes again. Mia grabbed the hands of both men and in a flash they appeared in the back room in "The Viper". Immediately Mia searched for her Da and watched his reaction. The stumble and the paling in his face was enough for her to know the man they brought here was her uncle. Jack looked around as well, recognizing the two men from before. They sat relaxed in their chairs, though had a watchful and alert eye on him as he looked further around the room. He saw another woman who resembled the one who took them out of the cell. It was only when he looked at the next person he got the shock of his life. "Richard?" he barely managed to say before he rushed to the other side and almost crushed his long lost brother in a tight hug. He didn't care how he looked, his brother was alive. Realization dawned on him that the few rumors he'd heard must have been true. His brother wasn't dead, but somehow managed to survive. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should have stopped them," he spoke softly, tears freely flowing down over his cheeks. An equally emotional Richard returned the tight grip his baby brother had on him. "I'm as much to blame as you. I should have come back for you once I got the chance!" In the meantime Ed's mind was working, sifting through the facts they knew, the way people acted. It was becoming clear to him that Jack wasn't like the other two that lost their lives. He was starting to be pretty convinced Jack was a victim of a situation he was unable to escape from and his only option was to make the best of it. Ed was also convinced Jack had done things he wasn't proud of, but had to if he wanted to stay alive all this time. He just wondered why Jack never tried to leave in the first place. Was their dad the Alpha really such a calculated piece of shit? Either way, the time had come to put things back in order. Right now he needed more answers and Jack was the one who could give them. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 18 Clearing his throat he tried getting the attention of the two brothers. "Jack, it's ok now. We'll figure this out," Richard said as he gently tried to break their embrace. Still overwhelmed himself he didn't want to break contact either, so he understood his brother clinging to him. When growing up it was the only affectionate touches he'd received. Throwing his arms around his brother, he guided Jack towards one of the free chairs and motioned for him to sit down. He took the chair next to him, keeping their physical distance to a minimum. "Tell me, how did things get so out of hand? I know the old man is crazy, but kidnapping and forced matings? That's even beyond imaginable. And how did you get caught up in this shit?" Richard asked in a gentle manner. Jack took a few deep breaths. The time was here to come clean. At first he was just going to go along with all they would tell him to do, but being reunited with his brother, that made things even more important. "Not long after you went away he sent the Betas after you. He told them to make sure you would never return. I wanted to follow them, really I did! Mom's brother stopped me, told me if I followed you, you weren't going to be the only who'd die that night. He explained why I needed to stay. Act as some kind of buffer between our dad and the pack. I didn't listen at first, I still wanted to go after you. But I was still a pup back then and after some serious talking our uncle persuaded me to stay. "He knew I didn't agree with what dad was doing, he didn't either. He wanted us to stay to help those who would be cast out or punished. The Betas came back telling dad you wouldn't be a problem anymore. We all assumed you'd died. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Little by little rumors travelled back to the camp that you didn't die, but that you came across some kind of witch who saved you." Jack looked up at the woman, letting out a small grunt. "I'm no witch, young man, so you better think twice before ever calling me that again," Gwen said. "Sweetie, calm down. Remember not everybody believes your heritage. How were they supposed to know?" Richard soothingly spoke at Gwen. Turning back to Jack he went on, "She is right though, she isn't a witch. She's an Ancient, and she is my mate. I'd urge you to address her as such. You do not want to piss her off." Richard smiled innocently at his mate, having been on the receiving end of her temper once or twice. "But to get back on track, Jack. The rumors got back to the camp. Did they believe them or not?" "At first I was hopeful, but after a few more months nothing more was said. I mean nothing, not even contact with other packs, as if we were cut off completely. Despite what our uncle told me I wanted to know what our father was up to. Specially now he didn't have the alliance he so craved. I tried listening to one of his meetings, but he caught me. He didn't ask any questions, he simply beat the shit out of me. Once more I realized how sick a person he'd become and only then did I truly confront myself with what our uncle told me. "It was clear I wasn't strong enough to take him on, challenge him for the Alpha position, so I decided to play along, making sure he trusted me. I walked a very thin line, trying not to compromise myself, yet stay credible. I did things I'm not proud of, things that still haunt me in my dreams. Once he started using our own women and young adult women as pure breeding stock I knew something had to happen. "Over the years uncle had figured out a way to use a drug to make them appear dead. He had a route he used to take them away from pack land, provide them with enough food and cash. Since our numbers were always low it took a while before dad figured out something was wrong. He ordered the mated couple to always be with child. Once they were born, he'd let the mothers wean them their first year, but after that they were taken away and were brought up by males only. "Howie is an example of that, zero respect towards a woman. I tried to talk him out of it, but dad wouldn't budge. He wanted a vicious group of warriors who didn't give a shit about things and always followed his orders. Every female that was born was promised to one of them the day she entered her young adulthood. From the minute they were of legal consent age, these young women got jumped upon. It was them we tried to take away from the pack before they reached that age," Jack explained. He just stared in front of him now, a weight being lifted off his shoulders now he could tell everything. A glass of water was held before him. With a thankful nod he took the glass and emptied it in one gulp. "We convinced them it was a mysterious illness that took their lives. Over time our female numbers only got lower and lower, those who were mated didn't get into heat as much as he wanted to. That was when he started sending out his few chosen ones to bring in humans. I cringed every time I saw a new female entering our grounds. Being raised with no respect for women, most of them turned up beaten, their clothes torn and ripped. "I didn't want this, but I didn't know how to help them. Our uncle provided me with painkillers which I tried to give them whenever I could. I bided my time, still hoping one day I could challenge him and end it all. I don't know how he does it but he hasn't lost his strength at all. It's more like he's gaining. "And now he's got it into his mind I should get a mate and have pups of my own. I tried to persuade him otherwise, but he wouldn't relent. He sent me away together with those two misfits. It's actually the first time I got out of our compound. That first evening Howie came back with one of those woman, she seemed totally out of it, her clothes in disarray. "He said the next woman he'd bring back would be for me, he didn't leave me any choice. I already had it planned out what I would do. I'd never take a woman against her will, let alone mate with one. When back at the camp I would try to explain as much as possible, convince her I would do my best to keep her safe and get her out of this. "The next day Howie returned with the second woman, in the same state as the first. Frank was the one being a pain, that he wanted a redhead. I took this as an opportunity to make our stay longer, so I kept telling him to go look for one." Again Jack stopped for a while, gathering his thoughts. He didn't like telling this but he had to, he had to tell. Looking at the empty glass in his hands, he let out a tired sigh. "Howie was getting restless," Jack continued. "He pretended to be asleep and Frank talked me into going with him to look for the last woman, that was on Friday. We were hidden behind the club when he spotted her. He wanted to take her right there, but he couldn't. She had two friends with her." Jack looked up, straight into Mia's eyes. "Now I know why you looked familiar, you're one of her friends!" he said, surprised. Mia nodded. "Be glad you didn't try to take her then, you wouldn't even be sitting here..." Jack visibly gulped. Knowing teleporting wasn't something a normal were could do only meant that the people surrounding him, his brother included, were a force to be reckoned with. "Frank insisted on staying put, he wanted that woman badly and was getting restless. After a few hours we saw two of her friends depart. I knew there were other weres around but I couldn't really make out which rank they had. Guess I know that now," he shrugged. "Not much later the one Frank wanted came into the alley, she was walking towards her car. I tried my best to control Frank, but he was close to losing it. His temper had been building for a few hours now. He backed her into a corner and started groping her." Adam growled when he heard this part of his story. Hesitantly Jack peeked at Adam, trying to see how his mood was. "Frank was so riled up he wanted to mate her right there and then, ignoring the Alpha's command. He tried ripping off her clothes, but I tried to stop him. I pulled her to me in the hope I could shield her away from him, but he wouldn't have it. He pulled her back. All this time she was screaming and yelling. That's when you showed up," Jack said, nodding towards Adam. "Think we all know how things went after that. I pretended to put up a fight, but once I saw Frank had no chance whatsoever he bolted and I followed him. When we got back to the camp I realized what the underlying meaning of Frank had been in insisting I go with him. I was furious but I couldn't do much, I'm strong but Howie fights mean and he's ten times as vicious after he's had his way with a woman, two in this case." "He won't be able to do that anymore, ever," Ed interrupted. "Shame he didn't put up more of a fight. Our pups fight better." A few emotions crossed Jack's face. One was fear, taking in how easy Ed talked about disposing of Howie. The other was relief, knowing Howie's cruel days were over. Looking at Adam he assumed Frank got a similar scenario. Once a wolf found his mate, whether they bonded or not, he was a fierce creature you didn't want to cross paths with. He counted himself lucky he was still alive. He knew of the Whelan reputation, they handled things fairly, they didn't resort to violence much. That they took this course of action only meant more was going on. Going silent for a while he tried adding things up. Chris hadn't really fought him, just subdued him as fast as possible, tied him up. They didn't beat the crap out of him either because he cooperated right away. He had noticed they had locked him away but there hadn't been much movement around the big mansion they took him to. And there was the way they "busted" him out. He still went woozy thinking about that. Of course he knew werewolves weren't the only other beings walking the earth, but he had no clue as to how this all was possible. Then there was the fact his brother was here, the second woman was clearly attached to him. Giving her another look he noticed how similar she appeared to the slightly younger woman that had brought them here. Were they related? The biggest question left was who that tall man was. Not once had he spoken, he'd only observed everything. Who was he? What was his role in all of this? His mind was slowly going crazy with possibilities and it showed. "Take it easy, little bro, we'll explain. Just know our dad will be dealt with. We're going to need your help. Normally we had already decided to confront him in a few days. I've had enough with all this hiding. Specially now my daughter is mated to Chris," Richard told his brother. Jack's eyes shot up in surprise. So he'd been right. Mother and daughter. Looking from one to the other, it clicked, they really did look much alike. It also explained why Richard was now involved. He was now part of the Whelan family. Jack smiled. Everything was falling into place now. "Anything you want, grumpy," Jack said, using their childhood nicknames. "We need to know how many members there are and how many really support our dad and who would be easily swayed?" "That's easy. He's got an elite squad living in the surrounding buildings. They won't be swayed. There's fifteen of them. The rest of the pack is living in the shacks in the back. Even the mated females live there. They don't mind at all since it's the only protection they have from the elite squad. Their mates keep them pregnant, though we made sure not all pregnancies go beyond three weeks. They're safe from their mate until they go into heat and get pregnant again. At first they had their pups, but they're taken away and raised to be part of the elite squad. After a lot of talking and discussing they agreed to terminate the pregnancies early on. They knew they couldn't escape. The few that tried were tracked down, raped and beaten to within an inch of their lives. That's why they agreed with the early terminations. They're hoping, just as me, that one day they would be free, but they didn't want to strengthen the pack," Jack ended with a sigh. "He's really lost it, hasn't he?" Richard asked. "You have no idea. It was one thing to try and broker a mating with another pack to merge, but what he's doing now is beyond me. He's not sane anymore. Our uncle and me can't stand up to him, his squad would crush us instantly. So I faked as much as I could to stay close to him. To know what he's up to. That way I could stall or prevent little things from happening. "Because of us, he hasn't got the numbers he wanted. Sadly as a result he ordered his men to start kidnapping women and force a turn on them. Most don't survive the change and those that do are forced to mate with the one that abducted them. It's such a mess. The things he made me do." He shook his head, defeated. "But I knew if I didn't do them I couldn't help those women anymore. My status as his only son gave me the privilege to walk around unhindered. Every time he thought I was having my way with one of those women, it was because I was passing on medication, either to terminate a pregnancy or to tend to their wounds. "The times he publically ordered me to do beatings were heartbreaking. I was afraid the guilt would be written on my face for all to see. But the women reassured me they understood. They knew the risks I was taking to help them, so in turn they endured the rare beatings I was commanded to do." Jack stood up and started pacing. Glad he wouldn't have to hide his true feelings anymore, it should have felt as a huge relief knowing their dad's reign was going to be over soon. But all those things came crashing back into his mind. Replaying themselves like a very bad B-movie. Richard stopped his pacing and pulled him in for a tight hug. "It's ok, little bro. in a few days it will all be over. We're going over there to stop this. And when we're done you're going to take over that pack and you are going to show them how it's done." Jack felt comforted when his brother first hugged him, but then he was startled by his words. "I can't be the Alpha. You're the elder brother, it's your task to do," Jack protested. "Normally I would have done that, but now you are here it's clear to me you would be the right person for that position. They know you, they know what you endured for all those years. They will trust you more than they would me. I will help you, no worries about that, but you need to be their Alpha, not me. Once you're settled and things calm down I might actually start exploring the world a little." He gave a quick wink towards his mate as he went on. "After such a long time of hiding I want to spread my wings and visit the places my mate told such wonderful stories about." Everybody had intently listened to all that had been said, specially Merlin. He couldn't help but smile, things indeed would work out, he would let them handle as much as they could on their own. But nonetheless he promised himself to make sure everything would turn out the way it should be. He had a few tricks up his sleeve the wolves didn't know about and he was quite sure one of them would be coming in handy real soon. Stepping up Merlin cleared his throat and said, "Let's pick a day and time and get this show on the road. I believe we have a tyrant to get rid of. It's been a while since I was in a good fight." To strengthen his words he fisted one hand and punched into his other hand. Ed chuckled at those words. "Merlin, you're going to use your fists to fight? I want to see that. I'll order tickets for some front row seats." Jack's eyes widened as he turned towards the tall man they had addressed as Merlin. Probing his mental connection with his brother he asked him, Is that Merlin as in the legendary Merlin? The one and only, his brother replied. He's my father, though we only met recently. We always stayed hidden and kept to ourselves. But once Mia mated with Chris we were happily surprised to find out he was still alive. When my mate and her Da saw each other again, well it was just a joy to see them together again. It's literally been centuries since they saw each other. I see I've gotten some powerful allies then, Jack replied. There is little we can't handle with all those present in the room, so trust me when I say we've got everything covered. As he said, day and time and we're all set to make our father stop this madness Jack beamed, now he felt as if everything was coming to an end. "So, how are we going to get organized?" Jack threw his question out to the group. "That depends a bit on the fact of when there's the least activity in your pack grounds?" Ed replied with a question. "Best time would be in the morning. The squad tends to drink a lot in the evening and sleep in late. We wouldn't get much opposition then. If we handle it smart we could even secure the women first, making sure nothing will happen to them," Jack answered. "If you come with me and warn the women, I can port us all out until we're at a safe distance. I'll port you back right away and then I'll stay with the women to reassure them all is fine," the soft voice of Mia mixed in their conversation. Chris smiled and pulled her closer. Again his sweetheart surprised him. She knew he didn't like her coming with them in her delicate state and this was a nice way for her to feel part of the confrontation yet be at a safe distance. I'm glad I found a smart and reasonable mate in you, sweetheart, he told her when he nuzzled her neck lovingly. Don't get carried away, love, this is the best for the women. My mom is a lot stronger than me so she's the better choice to stay with you all. And well I do believe the women will feel more at ease with a stranger woman with them instead of another male. I got the feeling that Jack will want a word with his father too. As always you are quite right. As I said a smart and reasonable mate, Chris teased her again. Mia shook her head in defeat. He was incorrigible, but she loved it, every second of his teasing made her feel loved just that little bit more. They all gathered around the big desk where Ed had placed a map that indicated where other werewolf territory was. Jack explained where exactly his pack was located, pointed to three possible escape routes and pointed to two large areas that would be ok to port to. Merlin told them he would explore the areas and make sure they had enough room for them to arrive and on the other location to host the women. He also said he would make sure Mia knew where she had to port to. They agreed to meet up at dawn in two days' time. Richard insisted on Jack going with Gwen and himself. It was clear he wouldn't pose any threat nor that he would try to escape. Ed said he'd take care of that situation since the guard at the mansion didn't know he was guarding an empty cell. He'd dismiss him from his duties and tell him later the person that was detained was moved and that he had to keep quiet about everything. When Mia parents, together with Jack, Merlin and Adam were gone, Ed signaled for Chris to stay. Mentally he told him he needed another word with him in private, without Mia. "Mia, sweetheart, would you mind going back to the apartment? Seems Ed wants to discuss another matter of importance. I'm sure it won't take long," Chris asked his mate. Knowing his brother he was well aware he wouldn't just ask him to stay behind. Giving him a slightly puzzled look Mia stood on her tiptoes and brushed his lips, then looked over to Ed. "Whatever it is you need to discuss, just make sure I have my mate with me in fifteen minutes. I have plans for him," she directed at Ed, giving him a wink. Ed couldn't help but burst out laughing. "I'm sure it won't take long, he'll be at your side soon enough. You two look like a perfect match. And with everybody gone I think I can safely congratulate you two now," he said as his eyes dropped to her tummy. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 18 Blushing lightly she accepted his kind words. "Just keep it to yourself until everything is settled. Having you two and my mom knowing is enough for the time being. I don't want to worry the others and have them thinking I can't do anything or help." "You made the right choice, Mia. You are helping, probably more then you want to give yourself credit for. Those women will be glad to have you with them while we take care of the rest. I don't know your powers, but if you can only do a little from what we've seen from Merlin over the years... Well I think it speaks for itself then, don't it?" Ed tried to reassure her. "True, I've never had to use my full powers. I've kept them hidden mostly but I know enough to keep myself and others safe." "Sweetheart, the few little things you showed me make me confident enough you can take care of yourself, so don't worry about that. My only concern is now growing in your womb. I just don't want you to get hurt in any way. I know I teased you before with calling you smart and reasonable, but I meant those words. I am glad you're seeing reason that staying with us while we confront that Alpha could hurt you. I'm proud because of what you decided to do. Though I would still feel more at ease if we had our full pack backing us up. You know numbers and all that," Chris jumped in. "I know, but for now this is something my Da has to settle first. If after that the pack wants repercussions for their trespassing, I'll step back and let you handle that as you see fit." "Hmm, now that you mention that, it's why I wanted to have a word with Chris, but since you brought it up, I think you might as well stay. Nick gave me full authority to handle the rogue situation. Neither of us was aware which proportions this would grow into. I'm fully aware of why you didn't want to bring in the pack and I understand now why Chris asked me to keep the Council out of this. "Normally I would go straight to Nick now and get him up to speed on everything. However, and I may regret this, I am going to wait before I do that. He's too wrapped up in Fran at the moment to focus on anything else. I'd rather have his full attention when he gets told of all of this. Seeing the trespassing only happened in our territory we can keep this out of the Council and I'm sure Nick will see this the same way. "I'm only going to ask you, Mia, to ask your parent to keep Jack under lock and key. I haven't spoken up about it because I could see that man had been through enough, I didn't want him sent back to our holding cells. He can accompany us for the confrontation, but otherwise he stays put. I'm sure being brothers they have enough to talk about for that not being a great nuisance," Ed concluded. "We can fill in Nick after the full moon run. Mia will be joining us then and I'll introduce her to the pack. Fran will be surprised as well finding one of her best friends there," he said as he winked at Mia, who gained a light shade of red on her cheeks. "That sounds like an ideal way to handle this. Mia, when Nick knows everything, I can't say what he'll do. It's likely he'll sanction some kind of punishment. They were trespassing, and he can't just let that be accepted without consequences. I hope you understand that?" Ed said. "I know. I'm already pushing things with keeping this low profile and you don't know how thankful I am for that," Mia replied. Ed chuckled. "I think I know someone who will know how thankful you are." Mia's eyes widened. "Are you all this bad or what?" "Welcome to the family, I'd say," Ed answered as he pulled her in his arms and gave her a friendly hug. "I think we've covered everything now, so why don't you and Chris go home and enjoy a little one on one time?" Mia just rolled her eyes as Chris pulled her back into his arms. "What we do is our business brother, you be smart and keep your nose out of it!" Chris teased his brother. I know just where I want to be right now, sweetheart, Chris told Mia, just before he grabbed her close and ported out, leaving behind a stunned Ed. Ed shook his head, he was going to have to get used to his little brother having a few extra treats now. At the other side of town Chris had ported them right in front of his bed. "Home, sweet home," he whispered softly in her neck, taking a deep breath inhaling her sweet aroma. "What I'd like to see now is you, naked, on the middle of that bed. You ain't leaving it for the next twenty four hours," he said in a serious tone that brooked no resistance. Mia looked at him and caught the passion filled look in his eyes. Slowly she started undressing, dropping her clothes where she stood. When she was naked she reached out for Chris, wanting to do the same for him, but he shook his head. "I said you, naked, on that bed. It's still empty, I didn't ask you to undress me," was his stern reply to her gesture. Turning around, she placed one knee on the bed, followed by the other and slowly she crawled towards the middle before turning around and sitting down. With her legs drawn up and slightly open, giving him a glimpse of her glistening pussy, her arms stretched a bit behind her, so her breasts were thrust upwards, inviting him to touch them. "Now this is almost like a good little girl, but I'm in charge here, not you, not now, but me," he growled softly. "Lie down," was his next command. Silently she complied, familiar titillations traveling over her skin as she gauged his mood. "Now spread your arms and legs," he commanded. She smiled as she finally saw that raw dominant side of him again, the same side she saw during their first time. Trust is what he wanted, no demanded, of her now. Willingly she spread her arms, reaching outwards to each end of his bed. "Hmm you're learning," he said seductively as he closed in on the bed. Lightly trailing a finger from her foot up to her knee, continuing over her thigh and torso, skillfully avoiding touching her heaving breasts, he made his way to her wrist. He picked it up and kissed the palm of her hand, then each tip of her fingers before lowering it again, never releasing it from his grip. Reaching behind her with his free hand, he pulled at a small lever and he came back with a thick rope. He gave her a serious look and a gentle squeeze in her wrist, indicating what he wanted to do and silently wanting her consent to do so. Mia just smiled and shivered in anticipation. Carefully he tied up her wrist, stood up and then slowly made his way towards her other wrist, repeating the process of kissing her palm and finger tips and then tying her up. Bending over her, he kissed the tip of her nose, moving to her cheeks and chin before lingering above her lips. Eyes wide open his tongue touched her lips in a delicate manner, following their contours before nipping her lower lip. Mia moaned and writhed on the bed, pulling at the bonds which kept her upper body in place. Chris was being evil, he was hovering over her, still fully clothed and yet he didn't touch her. "Behave my little druid, you know how well good girls are rewarded," he whispered against her lips before slanting his over hers, demanding entry to her warm mouth. All she could do was moan and answer his bold moves with her own. Suddenly she jerked up as he pinched her swollen nipple. He didn't touch her in any other way. She wanted to plead but knew mentally scolding him wouldn't help her and verbally he was preventing any coherent sound from escaping her mouth. Deepening their kiss he surprised her again when he pinched her other nipple the same way he'd done the other just moments before. A second later he left her gasping for air as he moved his lips from her mouth to the junction between her shoulder and neck, trailing her mating mark with the tip of his tongue. She squirmed below him as he touched the tiny marks, a moment later he had her in a strong hold as she felt his canines press against those same marks. Tilting her head in surrender she acknowledged she was his and the content growl she heard vibrating deep in his chest only added to her own needs. Once again he was driving her deliciously insane with need and longing for something she wanted and knew wouldn't get until he was done with whatever he had set out to do. Giving a last nip at her marks, he got up a little and licked them clean as his last bite broke her skin. "You're being demanding, little druid of mine, but at least you're aware of who you belong to; namely me, only me," he said as he locked their eyes. Mia saw the pure love reflected in them and she gave in to her stubbornness just a little as she agreed with his words and said, "Only you, always you." "You got that right, sweetheart. Now where was I? Oh yeah, I was tying you up when I got distracted by those lush red lips of yours," he said before he brushed his own over them before making a wet trail over her body, skillfully avoiding her breasts again. Tenderly he picked up one leg and marked his downward journey with loads of wet kisses along the way. When he reached her foot, he lowered it in his lap and gave a short massage, before reaching at the corner of the bed and reappearing with a think rope similar to the ones he used on her wrists. Once he assured himself she was tied securely but not in any discomfort he repeated the same on her other leg, ending again with a brief massage of her foot and securing that one in the same fashion as the other. Standing up he looked at the tempting view she presented to him now, arms and legs spread out, her pussy on display, her breast going up and down with her shallow breaths. He smiled and licked his lips. There were two more things he needed to do to drive her completely mad with need. Going to one of the side tables he pulled out a proper blindfold and gestured for her to lift up her head. Once the black piece of fabric was in place he waved his hands a few times in front of her, making sure she didn't see anything. A devilish smile appeared as he silently walked around the bed to the other side table and pulled out one of those famous phallus shaped sex toys. The remote control he dropped in one of his pockets. The next thing he took out looked like a weir contraption, but was a simple combination of soft leather strings that served as a little helper keeping his little toy in place. With well-placed touches and nudges he was able to lay part of it under her. It was tempting just to bend down and get lost in her sweet aroma, but he wanted her on the edge, wanted her mad with lust and need. Most of all he wanted her unconditional trust, the same he experienced during their first time. Once he got the straps laid out under her, he grabbed the vibrator. His thumb hovered over her clit before pressing down and making a circular motion. Then he opened her up and teased her with the head of the vibrator, sliding it in little by little until it was buried inside her wet hole. He could see her biting her lip trying not to make a sound. Chris smiled, he didn't know how she instinctively knew he liked her quiet during this but welcomed any sound she would make as a sign she couldn't handle any more. "You know what I want from you?" he asked, making sure she was still doing ok. Mia nodded in response. "Good, that's all I need to know for now." With that said he made quick work of tying up the leather straps trapping the vibrator. Once he was done he gave his handiwork a quick inspection before standing up again. Going around he bent over her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, straightened up and simply said, "I'll be back in a little bit, try not to move, I'll know." Making his way over to the door, he pulled out the remote controller for the vibrator, then made it sound like he left the room by opening and closing the door. Turning around he silently stalked over to the large antique rocking chair, next to the door, that had an excellent view of Mia. Sitting down, he just looked at her. She lay perfectly still, her breathing even and relaxed. Before he walked away he had noticed she still had her hands fisted, a little aid that helped her stay in control of her feelings, checking them now he saw she had them relaxed and open. He was convinced she didn't like that he had walked out on her and left her all tied up and with a vibrator inserted in her wet hole. A few seconds more, he thought as he kept studying her naked form. He smiled as a few moments later he turned a little knob on the controller, activating that phallus in her pussy. He saw her tense up as the vibrations travelled through her and surprised her. He watched at the little effort she was displaying in lying still, her hands balled up into fists once more. Turning off the device, he saw her relax again. He smiled as he sensed the waves of frustration emanating from her. It was tempting to just step up to her, rip the vibrator from her body and insert his own hard member. Now it was his turn to bite his lip, calming his wolf as he saw their mate fighting her own battle in the middle of the bed. Again he waited for a while, studying her every move or lack thereof. Turning the controller, he upped the vibrations this time. He could see her tense up and wanting to move. She grasped at her bonds as he upped the vibrations. She was panting and gasping and fighting hard not to move and try and get some friction in her nether regions. Their games for that night started. A whole hour he tormented her with turning the vibrator on and off in irregular intervals. He got up and stalked over to her. "You really are a good little girl, my little druid," he spoke close to her ear. He saw the surprise in her body language as it dawned on her he actually never left the room in the first place and had deliberately tortured her in the sexual way. "Ready for more?" he asked as he rubbed her sensitive lower lips, stopping just above her clit. "Ready for me?" he kept on teasing simultaneously opening his pants with his other hand and tugging them down as much as he could. He bit back a sigh of relief when he freed his hard member and gave if a few light strokes to ease some of the tension that had built up in him. He smiled down at Mia, she was his perfect match in everything. He followed the leather straps to her sides and undid them, not bothering to remove them, just letting them drop to the sides. When he removed the vibrator it was slick with her juices and he couldn't resist taking a sniff, her scent clouding his mind. Climbing on top of her he did his best not to touch her, simply to torment her a bit more. Taking his hard cock in his hand he explored her wet folds with the tip of it. The strain he saw on her upper restraints was proof of how good his teasing was. Then she gasped as he pushed in in one swift movement, burying himself completely inside of Mia. Keeping still he relished in the warmth enveloping him, together with her feelings of unconditional love and surrender to him, her mate, her friend, her lover, her dominant. And so their lovemaking started and lasted for the entire twenty four hours he promised her. Only to be stopped for a brief nap, or Chris going to the kitchen to get them food or a needed bathroom break. Most of that time Mia spent tied up in some way. Tied to the bed, restrained on her own. Chris enjoyed many of his fantasies that night, only one he didn't fulfill, one he kept to himself for now, but one he vowed to himself he would indulge in when the time was right, but he'd have to wait a few months for that to be possible. It was in the late hours of the next day when Mia finally pleaded to him to stop, that she couldn't take no more. Proud of his little druid, he removed all of her bonds and gently cradled her in his arms after he pulled the sheets over them and both slipped into a blissful sleep. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 19 SIW : Christopher Saint Ives – Whelan. Here we are with the update. Many thanks go to JazCullen for being my rock and a super duper proofreader. The same goes for all of you in The Guild, love and crave the accurate feedback that only makes these stories better. Lastly another thank you for Asylumseeker for doing the final edit. Enjoy the read, we're nearing the end of this part of SIW. Mokkelke. Chapter Eleven : Confrontations and a Battle Won. Chris looked down at Mia, who was snuggled up cozily against the side of his body. He smiled knowing how these last hours had passed. He had searched, pushed and conquered her limits time and again, and not once did she disappoint him. She was a sight to behold as she lay there sleeping next to him. Her cheeks carrying a faint pink shade, her long locks in disarray, yet she was relaxed and sound asleep. He hated to wake her up, but he had to. In two hours they were meant to meet up with everybody else and settle everything once and for all. Turning on his side, Chris pulled her closer. His lips started a light trail from her temple to her cheeks and ended on her lips. He felt her stir once he deepened his probing and she allowed him entrance. She moaned softly as their tongues started a lazy dance, exploring each other once more. A brief touch here and there was all both of them needed to take that next step. Gently Chris rolled Mia onto her back, bracing himself on his elbows, he parted her legs with his own. His moan was muffled because their lips never parted. Slowly he rubbed himself against her swollen lips and now it was his turn to capture the moan escaping from her lips. Pulling back a bit more, his throbbing cock positioned itself at her awaiting opening. Nudging gently he slipped inside of her and in the same lazy rhythm he started making love to her. His arms snaked around her shoulders, one of his hands cupping her head tenderly. She kept amazing him with how she made him feel. She gave herself to him unconditionally the past hours, no matter how far he had pushed her, she had trusted him, knowing he would never do anything to hurt her, no matter where their thirsts took them. As much as he was able to torment her sexually, he also relished in the fact that this new found lovemaking completed their bonding. He enjoyed this silent intimacy. Reading each other's feelings without having to use words or their mental bond. Accepting each other's touch without reservation or hesitation. Sure, his past conquests gave themselves willingly, but never unconditionally. Thrusting deep, he waited a few seconds each time before pulling pack. His free hand started traveling her soft curves, tweaking a nipple as he passed it, caressing her sides softly before he moved his hand between them. His thumb found her clit and he applied a bit of pressure, rubbing in little circles around and over the stiff little nubbin that protruded from between her swollen labia. This last move was all Mia needed to lose herself in the overwhelming feelings as her orgasm crashed over her, delicious wave after delicious wave. She felt the tension in Chris' muscles, who was trying his best to keep the same pace. She wanted him with her in this moment and she upped the pressure of her contracting muscles around his hard shaft. Two, three more thrusts he lasted before the pressure proved to be his undoing and with a muffled groan he shot ropes of cum in her slick insides. Panting heavily, he finally released her lips, gloating when he saw how swollen they were, and wet and a deep red from what seemed to be the longest kiss he's ever given in his long life so far. Cradling her close, he turned them sideways. With a hint of regret he knew they couldn't stay like this, at least not today. "Sweetheart, we really should get up and get ready. We're supposed to be at Ed's in an hour and a half to meet up with the others," he gently reminded her. "I know, I'm just not sure if I can walk yet," Mia said as she grinned. "You'll probably have to carry me to the shower and give me a sponge bath." "Then that is just what I'll do. We can't be late, at least not today," he said, repositioning himself so he was able to sit upright and have Mia sitting in his lap. He had guided her legs around his waist before standing up and walking towards the bathroom as Mia clung to him like a little monkey. Making haste, they showered and dressed in easy fitting clothes that could easily be discarded or wouldn't be missed should they have to shift suddenly. Much to his surprise they had more time left than he thought they had, so when he drove over to Ed's place they stopped at a diner and ordered some sandwiches to take away and two cups filled with strong java to kick start them for the moment. * * * * They were all standing around Ed's big mahogany desk, taking a look at the MacLachlan territory. They had circled a few areas that should be safe for Mia to stay once they had safely removed the women from their houses. Merlin had been scouting up front and with a mere touch he imprinted the areas in Mia's mind, so she would be able to use them when it was time. Suddenly they all perked up at an unfamiliar smell in the room. Looking around searchingly they saw Merlin smiling through his teeth. "I thought it best to give myself a scent, that way they won't pick up on me not being a were," he explained. The others nodded in agreement. Looking at them all, Chris hoped that everything would go smooth and that Richard's father wouldn't put up too much of a fight. His hopes might have been in vain, but one could try nonetheless. All of them gathered on the dance floor of the club. Ed had made sure that it was empty and all personnel that were normally around in the morning cleaning up were sent home for the day. This gave them a perfect spot to depart now and arrive back to later on. "Everybody ready to get this show on the road?" Chris asked them all, looking at them once more as they stood in a circle. "Let me have the honor of taking us there. It's the easiest for me to move a large group in one go, and we'll be less likely to draw attention to ourselves," Merlin said. Adam nodded in agreement. He had donned his old army attire and looked like he'd just stepped off the battlefield. He was going into combat mode. Aware that he probably wouldn't have to do much didn't lessen his need to be prepared for everything. The only thing missing was a rifle and the camouflage striped on his face. The others, just as Mia and Chris, had put on easy clothes, even Gwen and Merlin though they most likely would stand out if a battle started. "Come on, give each other a hand and I'll have us there in a heartbeat," Merlin spoke up again. Doing what he asked they all reached out to the people standing on either side of them and true to his words, not a second later they found themselves surrounded by trees, standing in the middle of a large clearing. Ed and Adam shook their heads to orientate themselves. Being the only two who hadn't been ported so far, this first time disorientated them slightly. Chris and Jack checked their surroundings, making sure they were safe and undetected. Then Mia joined them and Jack led them to where the women were housed. The rest of them waited until either Chris or Mia sent back news they were in a safe spot and they were ok. As Jack approached the tiny houses that looked more like derelict shacks, he could see one or two sticking out their heads to see what was going on. Much to their relief they recognized Jack and stepped into full view. Then they stepped back in surprise as both women noticed the two people following behind Jack. "It's ok, they're here to help. Our time has finally come to get out of this mess. This is Chris Whelan and his mate Mia. They have a few special abilities they're going to use to help us. Others are waiting for us to get to a safe place first and then my brother will go take care of the Alpha," Jack explained. Both women gasped when they heard him mention his brother, they all assumed Richard was dead. A smile crept over Jack's face. "Trust me, he's very much alive. Mia is his daughter." The women's surprise turned into curiosity now. "We don't have too much time now, we have to get all of you together and then we're going to get you out of here the same way as we came. Can you two help gather everyone else and explain we're going to move you all?" The shorter of the two women replied, "It would be my pleasure! Come on, Ariadna, let's get moving. The sooner we're outta here, the better!" With Jack and the women going from shack to shack it only took a few minutes to round them all up. Most, if not all, wore a surprised look on their face, but that quickly changed when they heard in more detail what was going on. Mia and Chris urged them to stay quiet so as not to draw attention to them. Mia explained in a hushed tone what the plan was. Some of the women became frightened but with enough coaxing she managed to calm them down. She told them to hold on to each other and close their eyes. Not used to moving a group this large she mentally reached out to Chris and tapped into his slumbering powers to add to her own. Without a problem they all appeared at the designated location. To the side were the others waiting. The large group fell apart as most of them fought some dizziness but once they cleared their heads they looked around them. They recognized their surroundings, knowing it was one of the few areas they all considered safe. This knowledge calmed them even more. It was then that some of them noticed the bystanders, a few of the older women recognizing Richard. Their faces brightened up as they walked towards him, touching him briefly and taking a sniff to make sure it really was him. Richard let it all happen, he understood the shock it must have been to hear he was still alive after all this time. Once their initial curiosity was satisfied, things went back to normal, the women gathering in small groups. Richard addressed them all when he explained what their basic plan was, without revealing the true heritage of his mate and her father. He made it seem that the tall blond man was just another from the Whelan pack. He was surprised when Merlin stepped forward and spoke to them. "Can I have a quick word with all of you in private?" he asked the women. Merlin turned around to his companions, hoping they wouldn't act too shocked at his request. They wore a puzzled look, but he gave them a pleading expression as if asking silently to trust him. Richard gave his consent and with that Merlin turned back to the women and escorted them just a small distance away. All gathered close, he looked over them in silence. "Who of you went through a forced mating?" Merlin wanted to know. He was surprised to easily see three quarters of the women raising their hand. The reality of the Alpha's action became an even harsher reality now he saw how many women had been kidnapped over the years and were forced to mate. "Do you wish that bond to stay or would you prefer to be free of it? Possibly finding your true mate?" Merlin asked again. Hope appeared on all the faces as one by one they all nodded, speechless to what the blond man was implying. "One by one touch my hand. That way I can learn who you are. When the time is right you'll be free to look for your true mates," he said in a hushed voice. "You'll know when it happens." One after the other stepped forward to touch him. They all had a stunned look on their face. They didn't know how this man was going to be able to do what he hinted at, but they were hopeful. The women knew they couldn't contact their own human families, not after being turned into a werewolf. Their best shot at some kind of happiness was to find their true mates, not those Neanderthals that called themselves their mates now. "I know it's difficult to grasp what or how I'm going to do this, but trust me, I already know how, I just need to wait a bit for the when. You won't feel any discomfort when the bond goes away, that's all I'll say. Just trust me and be patient," Merlin spoke to the group. Ariadna stepped forward. "We'll be patient, we trust Jack, if he says our day has come to be free, then it shall be so. If you, in some way, can give us back our freedom, we'll extend that trust. Personally I prefer a lifetime of searching for my true mate, instead of having to endure the one I was forced to have, any longer. I trust you know what you're doing and suggesting otherwise you wouldn't have done so in the first place." "That is true, young one," Merlin said. Reaching out he touched her temples and closed his eyes. Concentrating briefly, he looked at the future of this woman and smiled. "You, my child will find happiness again, maybe closer to home than you ever thought possible. Just give it time," he cryptically told her. "It will take a few decades, but use that time to grow and learn, and all will turn out fine." He broke their contact as he stepped back, leaving behind a stunned Ariadna, who was still mulling over what he'd told her. "Come let's get back to the others before they start thinking I'm forming my personal harem here," he said as he winked mischievously at them which made many of them burst out in genuine laughter. "We're all set now?" Richard asked as he looked at the others for confirmation. Ed, Chris and Adam nodded, Gwen took hold of Richard's hand as confirmation. Merlin just smiled. As was discussed Mia would stay with the women. Realizing how many there were, they decided it might be best for Jack to remain with them. This leveled the way for them with the Alpha, so they wouldn't anger him with having Jack in their presence when they confronted him. They split up, but they weren't that far gone when Chris came back, grabbed hold of Jack and whispered close to his ear, "You better make sure nothing happens here, and none, specially Mia, doesn't get hurt, you understand? Because if you don't, then that little tussle we had in the woods is nothing compared to what I'll do with you then, family or not." Taken aback by the fierceness of the words Jack could only nod. Chris released him and stalked over to where Mia was standing, she hadn't even tried to stop him. Pulling her to him, he slanted his lips over hers in a bruising kiss. I know you're strong, but whatever happens, don't be the heroine, I need both of you to stay safe he told her. I won't. Trust those with you, everything will be all right she replied. Releasing her lips he planted a tender one on her forehead before turning around and rejoining the group. Ed swung an arm over Chris' shoulder and probably said something through their brother bond because not a second later he got pushed away and slapped on the back of his head. Ed clearly tried to hold back his laughter. His baby brother was well and truly tamed now and he couldn't help but tease him, just to break a bit of his tension. Slowly they made their way towards the center of the pack land. They exchanged several questing looks. They had the wind in their face, so their scent wouldn't alert them. They were being silent, to avoid detection. What puzzled them was that there was no guard patrolling the grounds. No matter how good or bad a pack was doing, there were always some people on guard duty. Were their resources so dwindled or was the Alpha really that confident thinking that his pack had no need of guards? "Why don't you all stay hidden for now? I'll go make an early morning call. Should the patrols be hidden, which I doubt, we have the element of surprise on our side," Richard whispered. "Ok, seems fair. Adam will scout the right side of here, then I'll take the left," Ed added his own suggestion. "I'll cover the back side. I can drop the scent so should they be up and about, they can't smell me either way," Merlin added quickly. He didn't even wait for a reply but simply vanished. Chris and Gwen were the only ones left. They sought out a good hiding place to have a good view of their surroundings. Together they watched Richard walking up to the bigger house that stood amongst the smaller ones. Still nobody had noticed a stranger was present on their pack land. Richard knocked on the door, waited several moments before knocking again. Still there was no reply. I'm going to check inside. Stay put unless I say otherwise. Ok? Richard told Gwen. Ok was her quick reply. She passed on this little update to Chris who was able to relay it to the others. Anxiously they kept on waiting, not knowing what was going on inside. Inside the small mansion Richard sniffed and almost coughed as the irritating smell of marijuana and other illegal substances reached his sensitive nose. What in heaven's name did my father turn this pack into? This looks like a bordello and smells like a drug lord's private get-a-way. He shook his head trying to get rid of the awful odors invading his nostrils once more. Silently he walked further inside. The first door stood open and he peeked inside. Several forms lay all over the place. Some in human form, others in their wolf form, all snoring away the day, unaware they were being looked upon. Stalking backwards, he carefully closed the door. Calling in a bit of his magic he melted the door handle and the lock, effectively locking them in. Though he knew the door wouldn't hold them back, it was easier to hear a door being broken instead of giving them a chance to sneak up on him. Every room he encountered presented him with a similar scene as the first one. And every time he left the room silently, locking them in the same way. Making his way up the stairs, he noticed that here things at least looked a bit more kept up. Not that it really mattered. He never liked this place when he grew up here, he couldn't care less in what state it was now. Sadly the state it was in was just another indication of how poorly his father was managing the pack. Taking note he stayed silent, he inspected the closed rooms on the first floor. All of them were empty. Creeping towards the last room he had still to check, he was unsure of what scene awaited him there. Needing a few seconds of his own he regained his calm nature. He made a mental connection to his mate and told her of what he found inside. That all the people were out cold from drinking and drug abuse. He also told her he had sealed all the rooms so should some of them decide to wake up and grace them with their presence they wouldn't be able to sneak up on them, they would make enough noise to alert them all. His hand on the door handle, he took another breather before turning the doorknob and pushing open the door. There, in the middle of an oversized circular bed, lay his father, the almighty Alpha, completely knocked out from drugs and alcohol. He was almost tempted to just walk up to him, slit his throat and have this over and done with. Richard wouldn't do that, he wanted his father to know who took over his pack. He wanted him to know who ended his reign as tyrant and dictator of this pack. Walking around the bed his nose cringed at the smell coming towards him. Though the man on the bed was still of an impressive size and build, he didn't feel anything for him. All he wanted now was to see the look on that man's face when he realized he'd lost his pack. Not caring if he hurt him or not, he grabbed hold of one of his father's ankles and pulled him out of the bed. With a loud thud he fell on the ground, grunting a little then just turning on his side as if nothing happened and continued to snore as if his life depended on it. Richard prodded him with his booted foot. Still no movement. Sighing audibly he went to the en-suite, looked around and found a half filled trash can. He emptied it in the tub then filled it with cold water. Walking over to his dad he turned the trash can and poured the cold contents over the snoring man. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 19 Startled, confused and soaking wet, the almighty Alpha looked around. His eyes were unfocused from all the drugs still coursing through his veins. "Get up, you pathetic excuse of a father," Richard said in a tone devoid of any emotion, "It's time we settle a few things." Getting his bearings he looked around him. He pulled at his wet clothes and then managed to focus on the large man standing in front of him. His wolf growled, there was another Alpha standing in front of him and he hadn't even sensed him getting close or even entering. Maybe I had a bit much to drink he thought to himself as he made a feeble attempt at standing up. "Are you going to grace me with your presence today or do you need more water to wake up, Harry," Richard said, deliberately using his father's name, not his title. Hearing his name spoken cleared up part of the fogginess in his brain. Trying to focus, he took a wrong step and stumbled onto his bed. Sitting down Harry was glad the room was now not spinning as much. Again he tried to focus on the other Alpha standing in front of him. Richard snapped his fingers in front of Harry's face, trying to get his attention. "The party is here," Richard said in that same bored tone now. He shook his head. "So this is what has become of the mighty MacLachlan Alpha? A drug addicted drunk, that can't even defend his own pack, let alone stand up without the help of someone else? And for the record, I won't be the one doing any helping." "Who the fuck are you? How dare you trespass into my territory?" Harry said in an unaccomplished attempt in sounding the strong Alpha he normally was, when sober. Richard just stood there. If it wasn't for the severity of the things that had come out into the open, he would laugh at what his father had become. "Take a good look, Harry, I'm the one that will be taking over here and putting things right. Something I should have done ages ago," Richard all but growled in his father's face. Finally able to zero in on the man standing in front of him Harry let out a loud gasp. "You're dead, you can't be standing here. I'm imagining this. I ordered you killed!" Harry shouted. "Maybe(your you're Betas didn't do their job right, trust me I'm very much alive, 'father'." Richard used that one word with so much venom it sounded more like an insult than a fond endearment. "But how...?" Harry managed to say. "Maybe you should start paying attention to what is being said around you. They aren't rumors, they're facts. True I almost died, but my mate found me in time and saved me. We've been living far away from everyone and everything. There were a few happy occasions lately and we decided we're done hiding. Much to my surprise, well can't say surprise really, dismay, that sounds better, I was told a few things about what you've been up too. Starting to ring a few bells?" Richard replied. "Or do you want a reminder of what you ordered your pack to do? Kidnapping human females, forcing a mating and a shift on them? If the Council were to hear of this you would be executed on the spot!" Richard went on. "Lucky for you my new son is a Whelan and I have a very stubborn daughter who made sure I could handle this my way. So the tables are turned this time. Now you're at my mercy. Believe me when I say there will only be one Alpha walking away in charge here and it won't be you! Now get your sorry ass up and go outside. I want this over and done with," Richard spoke with authority. "How dare you come into my house and talk to me like that? Who do you think you are? Just because I fathered you doesn't give you any rights whatsoever," Harry tried to verbally fight back. "We'll see about that. Outside and we'll take care of that the proper way. Consider this my official challenge for taking over this pack!" Richard shot back. Right after he sent a mental message to his mate asking if she would be able to clear Harry's clouded mind, that he would be truly sober and no ill effects of the drugs. He wanted this to be an equal battle so nobody could contest his right of leadership. As he waited for Harry to get his wits about, Gwen poked back saying that Merlin would move in closer once they were outside, he would take away any effects that were left behind because of the drugs and alcohol. Content with what he was told, he turned to Harry again. "Five minutes, then I'm dragging your ass outside whether you want to or not. I'll be waiting." With that said he turned around and walked outside. All the doors were still locked, sensing his surroundings he knew they were all still out of it. He shook his head dejectedly, what had become of this pack? He'd have to do a major cleanup once he was in charge. Outside he started pacing in front of the mansion. A light breeze passed him and he heard Merlin whisper that he would take care of things once the man in question made it out of the door. He ended with wishing him good luck and to stay alert, telling that old dogs never unlearn their tricks. A small nod showed he acknowledged what he'd been told. He pulled his wolf to the forefront to have him ready as he heard Harry making his way down and then to the front door of the mansion. Cracking open the door Harry stumbled outside. He looked pale with bloodshot eyes. "You know what is going to happen now?" Richard asked. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson boy!" Harry growled back, "Nobody takes over the pack as long as I'm alive!" "We have enough room. Let's start your lesson. I'm curious as to who will bite the dust as I'm quite sure it won't be me," Richard shot back. Eyeing up Harry, Richard noticed that suddenly the bloodshot eyes were gone and he gained a healthier complexion. At the same time both men shifted into their wolf form, tearing up their clothes and jumping each other. Both managed to evade the other one and they started circling each other, trying to measure up their opponent. Harry was snarling at Richard who towered over him by size. Not wanting to back down he charged him, expecting to bite Richard's flank, but he got dodged. Harry felt a hot searing pain in his own hind leg. Stepping away he inspected himself quickly, he was bleeding hard. His fury only grew, never had another wolf been able to touch him during a fight, let alone harm him. Growling loudly, he charged Richard again. All he felt in his mouth were hairs, telling him he had missed him again. In turn his other leg hurt now in the same way as his other flank and he walked away with a limp. He was bristling with anger and a fury he had never felt before. How was it possible that this pitiful excuse of a son wasn't even catching his breath and here he was panting like an old man and limping around. Is that all you can show me 'father'? Richard taunted him mentally. Come on, this isn't even play time. Are you going to hand over your pack so easily? Harry roared viciously, white foam appearing around his mouth as he salivated out of eagerness to best his son. Blinded by his ever growing fury he charged in, only to find himself on his back. Kicking back his hind paws, he only hit thin air. He felt the lock Richard had on his throat. Not wanting to give up, he turned dirty and sent a mental command to all the other wolves nearby. Sadly almost none of them heard his command as they were all out cold from their drug and alcohol abuse. Just the odd one made it to the clearing, but they weren't clear headed to really grasp what was going on. As they got closer it didn't take long for them to be held back by Ed and Adam who put them in a submissive position. Not sure what was happening they submitted with ease. Scooting back they focused on the battle of wills that currently was happening between their current Alpha and an even bigger wolf towering over him, his jaws clutching the Alpha's throat. Yield! Richard demanded. Never! Harry shot back. Tightening his grip he demanded the other man's submission again, to no avail. Suddenly Richard felt Gwen reaching out to him I know you would prefer him to stay alive so he can see for himself what is going to change, but if he doesn't yield, so be it. It may be for the best and the rest of the pack will accept you as their Alpha a lot easier. Just think of all the things he did and ordered. Think of the state all these male wolves are in, this isn't normal pack behavior. If he's alive who's to say he wouldn't try again? Giving her words some thought, he had to agree with her. He had hoped his father would prove to be a better contestant, that he would fight back as the Alpha he was supposed to be. Richard knew he was only fooling himself by thinking killing him during a good fight would be more justified instead of ending his life as he had him pinned down now. Making up his mind he gave his father one last chance Yield or your life shall be forfeit! I'll never yield to a worthless excuse of a wolf like you! Then you leave me no choice. I am sorry for what you have turned into father. With those parting words he bit down and snapped his father neck making it a merciful kill. Dropping the lifeless body Richard sat down on his haunches and howled mournfully for the loss of his father. His next howl was one filled with all his power, urging the inherited pack members to come, greet and accept their new Alpha. Some of them managed to stagger outside of the mansion. At the same time Ed and Adam came closer as the others emerged from their hidden spots as well. Gwen shifted to her wolf form and joined her mate. Walking up close she soothingly rubbed his flanks and butted against his chin, wanting his attention, if only for a second to let her know he was ok. Richard stood up again and gave her nuzzle a few licks, reassuring her he was fine. Together they stood, waiting for the males to arrive. As Merlin approached most heads turned. Though he had given himself a scent, they somehow all picked up there was more to him, that he wasn't just a were. Little did they know he was so much more. Tapping into Richard's mind he let him know he'd clear the minds of all of them so they were sober and clear headed. So they would understand what had happened. Richard nodded thankfully. One of his lips twitched, in human form he would be seen as smiling, it was a handy little trick, one he didn't master himself but was thankful for. Suddenly a lot more men appeared, some in human form, others in wolf form, snarling and growling, cursing and angry. They all came to a sudden stop as they saw the lifeless body of their former Alpha lying on the ground. Then they turned towards the other big wolf standing right behind the body. Yield to your new Alpha Richard commanded them all. It resulted in more growling and snorting and more men switching to their wolf form. Only one or two came forward and showed their submission to their new Alpha. From the sideline Merlin made a mental note of whom did this right away. Richard shifted back to his human form, standing tall and naked before them he again ordered them to yield to him and then added, "This is the one and only second chance you get. I urge you to take it, if you don't you will not leave these grounds alive." Richard didn't like speaking these words, but he had to, he needed them to know he wasn't kidding and secondly he wouldn't want any of these males unleashed onto the world and possibly other packs. So they had two choices: yield to him or be killed. It seemed his warning had woken them up, finally. One by one they came forward, submitting to him. He let out a mental sigh of relief at not having to kill a single one. He would have done it, but it would have pained him just the same. "Glad you all came to your senses. Let's start with a few new rules..." Richard started. He told them there would be no more forced matings or turnings, if they did they would be killed on the spot. Drugs would be forbidden and alcohol would be cut down drastically. They would have access to some but only on certain occasions, and certainly not in unlimited amounts. A new training regime would be introduced, but before they were allowed to start all that, all the males were commanded to clean up the pack lands and start building more spacious huts for the rest of the pack to live in. As he was telling this he could hear a snort or a growl here and there. He was aware things wouldn't go smoothly from the second he took over, but he wanted them to know the old regime was over. When he was done informing them he saw Merlin coming over to him. "I have a little gift for the women, those that wanted their forced mating bond gone, will have their wish granted. They'll be free to mate again with their true mate. I know of the side effects of losing one's mate and I'll take care of that, they will not be burdened by that. All I need to know now is how much do you want their former mates to be affected?" Merlin explained. "You can do that?" Richard asked with a surprised tone in his voice. "You're mated to my daughter, you should not act so surprised," he said as he winked at Richard. "I'll give them a choice, those willingly giving up the bond can have the same as the women. Those acting up will still have the bond revoked but will endure part of losing their mate. They still have to be able to function, I don't want a group of wolves going rogue because of this," Richard answered. "I know just what to do then. Those willingly giving it up can act normally, those that aren't so willing will find their attachment won't be so willing either," Merlin said as he bent his pinky finger a few times in a droopy manner. "Honestly Merlin, I'm glad I have you on my side. There is an evil streak about you, but I like it. It will certainly prevent them doing the same once more." "They sure will, only when they find their true mate will they be able to perform again. Ask the men and then I'll take care of everything," Merlin spoke in a soft voice now before stepping back again. With a smile Richard turned and faced the men before him. He gave them all a thorough look before addressing them again. "I know of the forced matings and turnings. Sadly I can't fix the turnings, but luckily the women have made peace with that. However they haven't done that with the forced matings. Lucky for us we have someone here who can take care of that. "The only question is to those of you who have forced a mating, are you willing to give up the bond, freeing your mate and letting her have a chance in finding her, and most likely your own, true mate? Heed my words, what you decide now will reflect on how the breaking of the bond will affect you. Again the choice is yours, just think carefully about it." He gave the men a few moments to think about his proposal before talking to them again. "Those willing to set their mate free, you can go up to that man, he'll take care of it." He stretched out his arms towards Merlin. "What will happen if we don't want this bond gone?" one asked. "You have no choice in that matter, all forced mating bonds will be broken. The only choice I'm giving you all is how that loss will affect you. You won't be in pain either way, but you'll probably regret not giving it up freely. But as I said, the choice is yours, I'm no dictator, I'm not my father," Richard replied. It dawned on a few of the men who exactly stood before them and without much thought most of them stepped up to Merlin. "I see some still have a working brain," the tall blonde man said as one by one he touched the approaching men, at the same time severing their links with their former mates, doing the same for their female counterparts. There were only a handful left who didn't come up to him. Merlin looked towards Richard, who only gave a small nod. "So you think you know better? You've made your choice, now live with it," Richard said. At the same time Merlin waved his hand towards the few men and the bond for them was gone as well, little did they know they were cursed in return. Going back into command mode Richard went about ordering the men what had to be done. Seeing them all respond without hesitation calmed him down a bit. Only then did he notice that during the whole time he had been naked as the day he was born and he had Gwen's hand tightly gripped into his own. He gave her an apologetic look. She only replied with a smile. Thank me later when we're alone, my sweet she told him. Count on it! he told her in return. A little while later Chris, Mia and Jack all came onto the wide open space, accompanied by the women. They all had a cautious look on their face, also curious at how things turned out. Sure Jack had told them Richard killed their Alpha and had taken over, but they still weren't sure how the rest of the male pack members responded to it. Looking at them they saw many angry glares, as well as some of compassion and resignation. Suddenly one of the males sprinted towards the women but was stopped by Chris. "Don't even think about going near them," Chris told the man. "You don't understand! My mate, I need my mate!" the man pleaded. "It's ok," said a soft voice behind Chris. As he turned around he saw a petite female standing behind him. "He won't hurt me. He is my mate," she acknowledged the male's words as she stepped around Chris, right into the arms of the man. "Finally I can have you," he told his mate as his voice broke and his eyes watered slightly. "Forever," the petite woman replied. Hand in hand they approached Richard. Bowing gracefully, the male asked, "Alpha, I, we would forever be in your debt if we would be allowed to fulfill our mating. I had been forced to mate another, when she was brought into the pack I knew the grave error I made. Yet I still tried to claim her, but she was given to another. We both fought the pull hard. But no longer, we waited for years and now this? Please Alpha, I beg of you, let us seal our bond? I couldn't bear spending one more minute without her." "Stand up children. You can show respect to me as your Alpha, but you don't have to stay bent over like that. It hurts my own back seeing you standing like that," he tried to ease the situation with a bit of humor. "I know you can't fight a true bond, so by all means, go claim your mate. Just know it won't get you out of your duties, you will help rebuild this pack, understood?" "Of course my Alpha. We owe you so much," both of them said at the same time, their faces brightening up. "Come on, off you go," Richard dismissed them. The pair of them turned and quickly ran away. Richard smiled. At least something good happened today too. Now he hoped the others in his new pack would start seeing things his way and wouldn't act up too much. They had all watched this little display with a lot of amusement. Mia had cuddled close to Chris, reminding him silently how they were once Chris knew. Ed rolled his eyes and Adam looked tormented, being reminded that his own mate wasn't even talking to him at the moment. The male members of the pack seemed to have resigned quickly to their new situation. For now the situation seemed to have been contained without really having to have it result in fighting other than father and son settling their score from so many years ago. Jack looked around, then went up to his brother and patted him on the shoulder. "New times have arrived. I'll do whatever it takes, you name it, I'll make it happen. We've waited long enough for this." Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 20 We're nearing the end of this one. One more chapter after this one will conclude their story. Luckily that isn't the end yet. Special thanks to JazC and The Guild for their continuous feedback and support and Asylumseeker for his final editing skills. I won't let you wait too long and leave you all to the reading part. Enjoy!! Chapter Twelve : Rebuilding and More Introductions Are Made. Chris held Mia close as they sat on his rooftop terrace. Both were contemplating the events that occurred yesterday. Everything had gone smoother than either had expected, apart from Mia's dad killing his own father. Though it was clear it was done as a last option, the battle of wills had clearly been between those two. Richard's father was no match when it came to fighting his son. It almost felt like he gave the pack away, it was his sheer stubbornness that had gotten him killed. It was a sorry event, but in the end maybe for the best. Now they would not have to go through the process of evicting him from the pack lands and all other packs wouldn't have to put up with him and possibly have him recreate the situation he had left his own pack in. Leisurely Chris' hands travelled up and down Mia's arms under the blanket he'd wrapped around the both of them. "So when are you moving in?" he murmured close to her ear. Shifting slightly, she turned to face him with a defiant look on her face. Chris smiled. "I know you prefer your house, but admit it, isn't this view is a lot better? When you move in you can change whatever you want. I liked your house and what you did with it. Though we may have to invest in a better couch." He winked after he said those last words. "My, my, aren't we confident about ourselves," she mocked him. "Pretend all you want, you know you like it here. Just look around you. You'd give up all this?" he said as he motioned to their surroundings. "We're in the middle of town, yet we have all the privacy we want. It can be our little hideaway from the rest of the pack." "Hideaway?" "Yes, hideaway. Though I spend most of my time here during the week, I do have a separate house at the pack grounds. Nick lives in the main mansion, Ed and me each have a separate house not far from it. We can't stay away all the time, the pack needs us too," he explained. "Ed usually stays at his flat at 'The Viper' and I'm mostly here during the week; we try to be at the compound at the weekends and we do meet often with Nick and the other Betas." "So I'm not just moving in here, but in both places?" she asked, poking his chest. "Yeah, but seeing we're mostly here I would figure moving in here would be the main priority." "I can see the logic in that. Let me think on it for a bit," she said, turning around and cuddling close again. "Not for too long, the offer only stands for a limited time." "Oh, really now?" "Hmm, twenty four hours then I'm moving in the mistress," he said in a serious tone, though the light shudder of his chest proved to her he was joking. "Well, I can't have some floozy take over. Guess I'll have to move in ASAP then," she sighed dramatically, playing along. "I'm glad you came to your senses; I'd have a hard time fending them off," he said with a smile. "They better think twice, you're mine and you better not forget that." "Just remind me often enough," Chris teased her in turn. "I plan on doing that to the fullest once this little one is born," she said mysteriously. "Little one? Just one? Can you already tell?" he asked surprisingly, his hands traveling south caressing her tummy. "Hmm yeah I can, I didn't check for the gender, only how many and it's just one," she answered. "Hmm he or she is going to be so spoiled and I'm gonna enjoy every single minute of it." "I'm not so sure about that. I don't want a soiled little brat," she chided him. "No child of mine will turn into a brat, I won't let it get that far," he said as he nuzzled her neck. "What do you say about us going over to your place and start moving some of your things over? If you want furniture moved we can sort that out next week, I've got a truck at work that will fit most if not all of it." "That's a good idea. I certainly don't want those floozies having the wrong idea, now do we?" she joked. He braided his hand at the back of her head as he turned her sideways. Bruising her lips with his own, he felt his blood rushing south, invigorating that very male part of his that had a mind of its own when it came to Mia. I'm sure this feels convincing enough that those floozies won't stand a chance against you, he mentally told her as he pressed her closer to him with his other hand, his arousal straining hard against his jeans and pressing against her backside. Mia smiled against his lips. Breaking contact briefly she turned around straddling his lap, before she locked their lips back together. I'll never get enough of this. We have a lifetime to explore everything we want, my little druid. Rocking back and forth slowly, Mia heard Chris grunt approvingly. Now it was him breaking their passionate kiss. "However much I'd love for this to go further, I want you moved in first," he tried to persuade her. "Are you sure of that?" "I am. You can have all the goodies later and for as long as you want. But I want some of your stuff here, so it feels more like our home, not just mine, not anymore. You understand?" Mia pressed herself down against his hard shaft making it hard for him to resist her. Grabbing her waist, he helped pressing her to him as he pushed up, grinding himself. "I'm going to enjoy this once we get you settled in properly," he grunted as he reluctantly lifted her up. Still holding her close he stood up and slowly let her slide down his body until her feet hit the ground. Brushing his lips over her temple he asked, "You want to take the car or do we port over?" "We could port over if you make enough room so we can bring my things in one go," she proposed. "That's a deal. I'll port us over and you bring us back?" "Sounds like a plan to me." They went inside creating the needed space, moving aside his couches and coffee table, creating what she hoped would be more than enough room. * * * * One Week Later : With a smile on her face Mia took in the sleeping form of Chris. It wasn't often that she woke before him. Mostly he was waking her as he was teasing her with little kisses. One morning she had woken up to find him, or rather them, in more than an improper position. With his head buried between her legs, his tongue flicking her wet lips, he was waiting for her to wake up before he latched on more firmly giving just that little push for her to reach that stage of eternal bliss. With a twinkle in her eyes she hoped he was still sound asleep. Normally she would refrain from using her magic during their lovemaking, finding it unfair. However now she used a little bit as she wanted to reposition her mate so she could have him in the same position he had had her in many times before. She thought it was time she paid back a little of what he gave her so willingly. Making sure not to make sudden movements, she lifted his arms above his head. Mentally willing a rope in her hand, she tied him up, carefully checking if the knot was strong enough yet not too tight. In a blink of an eye Mia disappeared from the bed, reappearing a few seconds later with a jar of honey in her hands. A few murmured words gave it a bit of warmth so she wouldn't wake him with the coldness of the sticky liquid. Dipping her finger in the clear golden tinted fluid, she dribbled a bit on his chest, slowly making a golden trail down to the dark V of his groin. His cock lay lazily to one side. She had gotten used to Chris waking each morning with his rod at half-mast. He never needed much encouragement to get fully erect and aroused. Following his semi hard flesh she again dribbled some of the golden liquid on him. Mia bit back a chuckle; he really must be tired if he hadn't woken up already. This was actually the first time she'd gotten this far., The other time she woke before him, she'd barely moved he'd woken up and ravished her. Aha! she thought when she saw his flesh starting to harden even more. Licking her lips in anticipation she willed the jar of honey to the bed stand and then positioned herself over him on hands and feet, her breasts were just out of reach from touching his honey covered chest. Lowering her head she gently started lapping up the sweet sticky syrup, lazily traveling around his nipples. She took her time making sure every drop disappeared before moving to his other nipple, before she started making her way down. She made sure not to leave a spot untouched as her tongue explored and lapped up the honey that had dripped on his chest down to his abdomen. Moving slightly, she changed her angle a bit so she could lick his sides as well, preventing the honey from dripping on the sheets. It was then she noticed that he moved slightly as she licked his side. Smiling inwardly she suspected he was just playing along. Pretending not to have noticed she made her way to his other side. Trying hard not to laugh out loud she saw him shudder as she lightly touched his other side. Unable to resist she quickly nipped his side. A muffled grunt told her enough. "Are we done pretending now?" she asked with a sultry voice before dipping down again to continue her task of licking up all the spilled honey. "You realize the trouble you're in, little druid?" he replied in a restrained voice. "I'm not in any trouble, my love." Mia licked his smooth skin in between each word. "You see, I finally figured out what your kink is, hence I'm not in trouble," she added mysteriously before going back to her torturing licks. Chris looked down and pulled at his bonds, testing their strength. Though they weren't tied too tight, they were tied skillfully and he knew he wouldn't get out of them unless he injured himself. It seemed his little druid knew what she was doing, and was enjoying it as well. He liked what he was seeing, but he didn't like to be in this submissive position. It was so unlike him and it unnerved him just a little bit. He wanted to touch her, repay her the same way she was slowly seducing him. His cock was standing proud between them, yet she moved in such a way she didn't touch it, nor did her breasts caress his hot skin. "You're killing me here," he grunted again. "Oh I'm not and you know it. Just relax and enjoy." Looking him straight in the eye she spoke again, "Trust me, as you've asked me to trust you." Then she bent down and started making her way over to his groin, eagerly lapping up the golden nectar that was slowly sliding down. Lick by lick she got closer to his hard flesh. When she was close enough she didn't grasp him in her hand, but followed his curve as she lightly licked him from the bottom to the top, circling his head for a second before releasing him with a plop. Again and again she stroked his soft but hard flesh until all the honey was gone, only then did she take him into her mouth and sucked him in deep. Her one hand circled him at the base, keeping him more upright while her other hand cupped his balls and gently rolled and squeezed them. Slowly she moved her mouth over him, sucking and lapping at him as she withdrew from him. Every time she went down she took him deeper and deeper until she finally had him where she wanted him. Relaxing her jaw and throat she pushed until she felt him sliding in. Only by her own sheer will did she keep him buried there for a long time before she had to come up to take a breath. Grasping his wet cock she pumped him a few times before sucking him into her mouth and throat, again keeping him locked for quite a while. She could hear the gasps and grunts as he tried his best not to lift himself from the bed. Releasing him again she heard the relieved sigh escape his mouth. Glancing up she could see his eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Crawling over him, she planted a chaste kiss here and there. Mia saw Chris' eyes focus on her as she moved on up. Nipping his shoulder first she then whispered in his ear, "Are you going to be a good boy? Will you do what I ask of you when I untie you?" During this she had lowered herself over him and was rubbing her slick folds over his cock. Bending his head, he showed her his bared neck, telling her he trusted her. She licked his pulsing vein. "I'm not asking for your trust, baby. I'm asking if you'll do what I'll ask of you?" she asked again. "Depends on what you ask." "Uh uh, that is not the correct answer," Mia said as she shook her head. "Try again. I want to be pleased. Will you do what I ask of you?" Chris noticed the pure love in her eyes, touched with the passion they always felt and shared. He couldn't deny her anything, if it would please her to command him, then he'd let her. Locking their eyes he firmly stated, "Anything you ask, my druid." "Now that is more like it," and a second later his hands were loosened. Brushing her lips over his it only took a second for Chris to flip her over and have her buried under him. Deepening the kiss he demanded her surrender, even though he knew she wanted to be in control. Not caring about the sticky mess the honey had left behind, he pressed their chests together, enjoying the slick feel of the two of them together. Coming up for air, Mia stopped him from giving her another kiss. "It's my turn, remember?" she reminded him. Bringing her arm between them, she took hold of his hard flesh and gently tugged at him. "I want this where it was a minute ago." She gave him a push and glided down on her back so he was straddling her chest now. Licking his balls had him groping for the headboard. Looking down he saw Mia looking up at him, the joy and pleasure clear on her face. She took hold of him again and angled him downwards so she could take him into her awaiting mouth. Slurping and licking she took him deeper until once again he hit the back of her throat. He saw the strain on her face. His inner battle was becoming harder, he didn't want to hurt her in any way, yet she was being adamant she wanted him deep inside of her, fucking her mouth. You like to please me, so please me! Fuck my mouth and don't stop until you cum! he heard her say into his mind. "Is this what you really want?" he asked just to make sure. The wink she gave him answered that question. He released the headboard, shifted lightly and tenderly cupped her head. He would please her alright, but that didn't mean he had to be rough about it. His thumb was tenderly stroking the side of her face as he tilted her head backwards a little. This move gave him just a little bit more room to slide in and out of her mouth and make sure she would have enough air. Keeping his strokes short he rocked back and forth, only occasionally sliding his tip inside her throat. This way he was sure it wouldn't be hard on her, but at the same time would drive both of them wild. She had discovered his kink and now had turned it against him. He just loved to please his bed partner, with his mate it was even worse, in a good way. No way would he take pleasure for himself unless she had come before him. He enjoyed licking her, he loved teasing her, tormenting her was another one of his little tricks to tease her unmercifully. They were a perfect match because she went along with everything he could come up with and she enjoyed it and showed it. Apparently she wanted the tables turned this time, she wanted his pleasure, his need and desire to come first. He could clearly see she was enjoying that he had given in to her and in turn it fed his need to please his mate. He admitted that at first he felt a bit peeved about being tied up in a submissive position, but as it turned out she didn't want him like that. She wanted control, and once he realized why she wanted it, he was more than willing to give it. He felt his need for release build up each time he pushed in and he was starting to have a hard time holding back that need. Mia knew he was getting closer as she wrapped her arms around him, grabbing his buttocks and kneading them hard in a frantic rhythm. These movements were driving him insane. Trembling, he tried to keep on moving but her mental words pulled him over the edge as she demanded he'd cum for her. Panting loudly the grip on her head turned fiercer as he buried his hand in her long tresses of hair, holding her firmly in place. Before he had tried to control his trusting, but it was starting to get difficult to control himself. The teasing of her tongue and the tight fit of her throat around him were crumbling his self-control. Fighting hard against the desire to shove his dick all the way in, he gripped the headboard, hoping that would hold him back just a little. Unlike other times, he felt his hand being released in a magical way. No holding back, my dear, I want the same from you as what you demand from me he heard Mia say in his mind. He wasn't sure if those words were meant to tease him or lure his beast, but his last shred of control flew out the window. Her moans reached his ears and that only spurred him on to take what she was so willingly giving him. Harder and faster he pushed, a deep rumble in his chest every time he felt her tongue swirl around him as he pulled back. Desire was building fast now, yet it always felt just out of reach. Again and again he thrust. He felt her hand move to the sensitive spot behind his balls. Caressing him slowly it was that extra stimulant he needed to let himself go. Grunting deep he pushed in and stayed like that and felt the first spurts of cum coating her throat. As he pulled back she wouldn't let him go yet. Pushing his butt, she kept his still hard cock trapped inside of her mouth and milked him until he gave her all he had to give. Not a drop was wasted and she'd swallowed it all. Only when she was convinced he was spent did she release him. She gave Chris a mock bite in his thick thigh before he moved and lay down next to her. "You, my dear lady, are one evil wench!" Chris told her before pulling her close in a tight hug. "I am not. I've wanted to do this for ages. Just keep this in mind for once in a while. I like the way you please me, but I like to give as well, I'm not a greedy taker," she said in a soft whisper. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind," he said. He smiled inwardly, his little druid had indeed found out what turned him on the most. Just thinking back at how adamant Mia had been that he'd take his pleasure the way he did made his groin stir again. His need for her hadn't lessened at all. Rolling her on her back, he parted her legs with his. One hand sneaked between them, exploring her swollen lips. His eyes widened as he found her dripping wet. She really must have loved it when she pleasured him with her mouth. If she really enjoyed it so much that he took his pleasure from her, then that was just what she'd get. Looking her straight in the eyes, his mouth twitched in a small smile. In one swift move he buried himself to the hilt, after a few strokes he pulled out and turned her on her hands and knees. "Brace yourself, sweetheart, I'm not stopping until you beg me to stop," he whispered close to her ear as he sheathed himself again in her dripping pussy. He was careful not to hurt her, but there was little gentleness in his pushing as he started to fuck her in earnest. Mia braced herself on her forearms, liking the subtle change in the lovemaking. Glad he once more dropped one of his layers, she felt more and more connected to him. Craving his touch and his warmth, she pushed back, their flesh colliding time after time. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 20 "That's it sweetie, show how much you want me," he said, then he held himself still. He was leaving it up to her to move on his rigid flesh. She moaned as she rocked back and forth as she fucked him, all the while his hands roamed over her back and sides. Sometimes his hands travelled under her, squeezing a nipple. Other times his hands captured her waist and he moved her over his cock like she was his to use, and she reveled in the feeling, only getting wetter herself. Not much later he grabbed hold and held her in a death grip as he felt the telltale signs of his knot expanding. Pushing gently he made sure he was buried completely inside of her, locking them together. Limited in his movements he started pounding into her so fast Mia had to brace the headboard herself now. When she felt his hand go down between her legs to flick her clit she knew she was lost. She screamed his name as she fell apart. Chris still wasn't giving up and kept up his frantic ministrations as he focused on her clit. Continuously flicking over the tiny bundle of nerves it didn't take long before another orgasm crashed over her. Not sure how much or many more she'd be able to take she tried to pry away his hand. He only responded with a warning growl as he clamped his teeth on her shoulder. At the same time as she released his wrist, he let go of her shoulders. Pushing between her shoulder blades he pressed her down on the bed, her butt high up in the air. Giving it an appraising squeeze he couldn't resist a tender slap, smiling at the jiggling flesh of her round bottom. The moan he heard told him she loved it and he repeated the same on her other cheek. Gripping the headboard next, he maneuvered himself so he was crouching over her, giving him more leverage to push in deeper. At the same time it gave him the feeling of fucking her in short strokes, not being held back by his knot. With this change of angle he constantly pressed on her G-spot. In a matter of seconds Mia was moaning and groaning as yet another orgasm hit her. Right now she wasn't needing much to feel those strong waves wash over her. She didn't know what had come over Chris but he was giving her the fuck of a lifetime. She suspected he finally had dropped all pretense and now was just taking what he wanted. Mia wasn't complaining one bit, just the opposite, she was starting to crave this side of him. Confident he would never ever hurt her, she couldn't do anything else but comply with everything he wanted. She bit her knuckles when once more he pushed her over the edge. Still his pace wasn't getting slower, it only intensified. Lost in the never ending bliss he was giving her, she reached her limit. She wished she could take more and maybe one day she could, but right now her body was telling her she couldn't take any more pleasure. Her senses were going into overdrive and she felt like she was drowning in the feelings. "Please, cum!" she pleaded with a soft whisper. Halting for a second Chris replied, "As my lady commands, but you'll give me one more too." Releasing the headboard he tweaked a nipple, then moving more south found the over sensitized pebble between her slick folds. "Come on, you can do this. One more, that's all I want," he coaxed as he started rolling her clit between his deft fingers. She didn't know it was possible, but her body listened to his word and on command she started shivering, her inner muscles contracting once more, feeling his short strokes and the slapping of their flesh each time they collided. "Oh fuck!" she screamed before burying her head in the pillows. "That's it, come on. Give it to me!" All she could do was moan as she felt Chris pushing in hard and staying there. She felt him swell up and then coat her insides with his warm seed. Breathing heavily, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her up against his chest. Nuzzling her neck, he gently laid both of them down, holding her carefully in his embrace. "This was..." he trailed off. "I know," was Mia's panting reply. Concern crossed over his face as his hand travelled over her tummy. "I wasn't too rough, right?" Mia smiled, covering his hand. "I'm perfectly fine. The first two weeks have passed. After that there isn't much that can harm the pup." "I'm still staggered you can tell how many pups we're having." "If you really want to know the gender I can ask my mom." "Can she do that?" "Hmm, she offered the first day they came over. Back then it was too early, but now she can see." "Well, if it's all the same to you I wouldn't mind knowing what our first one will be." "I don't mind at all. I'll ask her the next time I see her, ok?" "Perfect. Now let's get some rest. We have some running to do in a few days," he said, hinting at the approaching full moon, before tucking her close to him and pulling the sheet over them. * * * * "Come on, we'll get our run done and then meet with them at the lake," Chris urged Mia on. Her wolf was anxious, it'd been ages since she was set free to run without having to think about being caught or detected. She gave Chris a hesitant smile. He had already stripped off his shirt and tossed his shoes aside, he was now working on the buttons of his black jeans. Her eyes took in his lean form, the muscles moving under his skin as he continued to undress himself. She grunted as he turned his back to her. This was not a moment to feel shy she thought. She bit her lips as she saw his broad back shifting as he pulled down his jeans revealing his round but taut butt. Feeling the tingles between her own legs she mustered all her strength to stay put. This was not the time to be ogling him like some horny teenager. Sighing softly she kept admiring him as he flexed his muscles. "You bastard!" she said as Chris turned around and winked at her. That wink told her he knew she was watching him undress the whole time. "Mister Bastard, thank you very much. But sweetheart, aren't you a bit overdressed still?" he asked, pointing at her still dressed state. Taking advantage of the situation she said in a sultry voice, "Weren't you going to help me with that?" "Oh I can help if you want, but that depends what you want to wear when we go back home later. You brought spare clothes?" "I haven't no." "Then it might be best you return the little show I put on for you. If I undress you right now I'd simply rip them off you. The choice is yours." "You dirty little scoundrel," she chided but with humor in her voice. Slowly she started unbuttoning her cardigan and let it drop on the ground. Reaching under her arm she pulled down the zipper of her dress. One by one she let the straps fall down, holding them back in the crook of her elbow. As she straightened both her arms the thin dress fell down in a puddle around her feet. Chris stepped closer, making an approving sound as it was revealed she wore no bra but only a flimsy tiny bit of fabric that barely covered her mound. Reaching out, he gently cupped one of her breasts and let his thumb slide over of her tiny pebble. "Tsk tsk, we have time for that later. We're here to run, remember?" she teased at the same time pressing her breast more into his hand. "If this wasn't so important, I'd say screw them all, drag you home and have my way with you." "And what have we been doing the last few weeks? We were supposed to go back to work," she reminded him. "I'm my own boss, I decide when I go in or not. I decided spending time with you was more important." "But I have a boss! I can't keep playing hooky. I have to go in some day." "You can come work for me, I'm sure your new boss will be very understanding if you skip a day now and then." "Oh no, I love my current job very much. Besides if I'm to work for you then we'd get nothing done." "Oh I'm not so sure of that. There would be many things we could be doing," he said as he raised his eye brows suggestively. "Chris, you are incorrigible!" Mia laughed. "Just for you, my druid," he softly replied, pulling her in and tenderly brushing her lips with his own. "But yes, later we'll finish this. Now it's time to run." In a swift move he hooked his thumbs under the tiny fabric and pulled down her panties and gave her a quick kiss on the side of her thigh. Only a few seconds later a black wolf stood in his place, nudging her to shift as well. Mesmerized she stood watching, taking in his nice black fur and his large physique as wolf. He was a sight to behold. Stepping closer she ran her hands through his fur. It looked scruffy but was soft to the touch. Again he gave her a gentle push, breaking her gaze on him. "Yeah yeah, ye of little patience," she said smiling at Chris. Then a brown wolf stood in her place. Chris tilted his head, surprised at the speed she had shifted. Then he walked around her, brushing himself against her, leaving behind his scent. Mia lifted her tail and he took a sniff. Quickly he gave her a lick before continuing his inspection of his mate. He yelped appreciatively at her. She was bigger than a normal female was, but he attributed that to her heritage. It suited her and made them look a perfect match. Standing next to her, he brushed their cheeks together. You're beautiful, Mia. Sure we have to go running first? You're not so bad yourself. And yes, we run first. I've been dying to run for months now, nothing's gonna stop me now. Her words barely registered in his mind as he saw her take off into the woods. What looked like a feral grin appeared on his snout as he darted after her, easily picking up her scent and following her through the woods. It didn't cost him much effort to pick up her trail and catch up. When he did he made a strange noise, in his human form he'd be laughing. She had found an open field in the middle of the forest and was running in circles. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she ran. Once in a while she would stop running and just roll around in the grass, kicking her legs high up as she rolled around on her back. Once she noticed the big black wolf watching her she let out a short bark as if wanting to ask to join her. Complying Chris ran up to her and playfully nipped at her hind legs, in turn making her run away, starting the chase. Letting out a small howl he ran after her, flanking her left and right, easily keeping up with her. He was enjoying this. He never knew having a mate could make him feel this complete. As they ran side by side he suddenly shoved her aside, making them both tumble to the ground. Rolling for a short distance they came to a stop next to each other. Both were panting with excitement and joy. It didn't take long before their playful bantering and teasing turned into more. Screw waiting, I want you now, my little druid. Now is as good as any later, he let her know. Perking up her ears, she felt the change in his demeanor and mood. Her eyes were filled with pleasure and passion. You have to catch me first then, won't you? and off she went, darting between the trees and bushes. Hearing the steady beat close behind she was aware the chase wouldn't last long, but it was still a chase nonetheless. Not looking behind her, she ran and ran, avoiding trees, jumping over them. When she neared another small clearing in the woods she was surprised not to hear Chris behind her. Standing in the middle of the clearing she made a full circle, scanning her surroundings. She felt he was near, but couldn't find out where he was. Suddenly she felt something heavy push her down and four sharp canines lock themselves around her neck. Got you! he sounded victorious. She put up a bit of a struggle, but his growl warned her this wasn't the time to play. Mia felt Chris repositioning himself on top of her, pressing her down on her front paws. She felt the heat coming of him, his intent more than evident as he nudged his arousal against her behind. Playfully she pushed back, this only rewarding her with another warning growl. Relenting and giving in to her own desire she shifted her tail to the side. Instantly she felt him slide inside of her. His hind legs positioned next to her own gave him the perfect angle to start his pounding. Resting his chest heavily on her back he stepped up the pace as he moved faster and faster, enjoying their union in their wolf forms. Once his wolf was convinced his mate wouldn't go away, he released her scruff and pushed his head next to hers in a gentle caress. Lovingly he licked her muzzle while he kept pushing himself inside of her, deeper and deeper. When he felt his knot starting to grow he let go of his frantic moves and just kept pushing until it glided inside of her, locking them together. His long strokes turned into fast humping and the low growls he heard below him only encouraged him to keep going, to prove to his mate he was worthy of her, worthy of dominating her like this. It didn't take long before Chris felt her inner walls tighten around him. Her howl announced when she succumbed to that blissful feeling of completion. Not wanting to stay behind, he upped his thrusting and some seconds later his own howl sounded through the forest. His fur bristled as he felt shivers going through him. With every push he gave, he fed her more of his seed until he felt some of it escaping her. Slowing down, he panted hard. I'm doing this more, not just at the full moon. I never knew... his thoughts wandered as he felt Mia shift slightly under him. Shift, sweetie, we can lie down in a more comfortable position that way he told her. I know, but feeling you like this, it's just so fulfilling. As if it was meant to be. Because it is, my little druid. Now shift, I want to feel your skin against mine and make sure my scent is all over. I don't want those young pups sniffing you out thinking they stand a chance. Honestly Chris, are you really jealous? You know they won't approach a mated female. I don't care, I just want my scent all over you, so shift. A second later Mia was on her hands and knees under him, shaking lightly trying to hold back her laughter. "I already pity the boys who just look at me," she snickered. "You're mine and you know it," Chris replied, back in his human form as well. "Oh I know and I'm gonna let you prove it over and over," she spoke in a seductive tone. "Think I just did," he said raising an eyebrow at her. "Hmm and I loved every second of it." Holding her close, he lay down on his side. One of his arms served as a pillow for Mia, who cuddled up close. Being a were made it so that the cold wasn't a big issue for them, though tonight they were happy there was a warm breeze traveling through the forest. It added to their first special moment. "Things only can get better now, my sweet. Think everything that needed to be taken care of has been settled. Your dad is managing his pack just fine and Merlin is over the moon." "Just have to see how your brother is going to react. Ed is ok with how everything played out. But I'd understand if Nick would be upset with me about not being straightforward." "Don't worry about him, once he knows everything, he'll be fine with it, just as Ed is. He'll be grumpy maybe because his little brother is going to be a dad before him," Chris laughed as he said that. "About that. I talked to my mom earlier. She told me Merlin talked to her, asking if I was aware of my current state. Think we know why he acted so over the moon when he was visiting yesterday. So much for trying to keep this to ourselves for a little while." She smiled remembering the secret glances she saw him having at her tummy. "My mum could feel what it's going to be. You still want to know?" she asked. She covered his hands that had moved towards her stomach. "I'd love to know." "It's going to be a boy." "It wouldn't have mattered if it was a girl, but thank you for this precious gift." Then he continued in a more playful tone, "Buddy, you and I are going to have a wonderful time." "So I don't matter no more?" she said pretending to be hurt. "You're always going to be my number one, love, but he'll always come close." He nuzzled her neck, dropping many tiny kisses along the slope of her neck. You are mine and mine alone. He'll be ours to share and raise. Never question that, you mean too much to me to let there be any doubt about that. They spent the rest of their time in comfortable silence. Absentmindedly Chris' hands traveled over her body in gentle caresses, just enjoying the feel of her soft skin. He reveled as he felt her shudder each time he went over a sensitive spot. Looking up Chris noticed the moon was nearing its highest point and he gently nudged Mia, who was comfortably dozing in his arms. "It's time to go to the lake; it won't be long before the others are arriving. I'm sure you're going to want to talk to Fran? It's her first run." Mia sat up, her arms holding her knees close to her chest. "I'm not sure how she's going to take this, I mean me being a were. I know she's ok with things, else she wouldn't have accepted Nick and everything that came with it. But I can't hide my heritage from her, either I tell her everything or nothing. Frankly I don't have a choice, she'll know anyway since she's my Alpha now." Mia groaned as she let herself fall backwards in the soft grass. "It's no use holding it back. Just have faith in her, I'm sure everything will turn out fine. Besides you have the upper hand on her," he reassured her. "And how is that?" "How long have you two been friends? How close are you?" "Since Uni, she's the sister I never had." "I bet she'll be shrieking with joy when you tell her she's gonna be an aunty, don't you think?" Mia looked up at him, hope written all over her face. His words let the last traces of uncertainty disappear. "She'll be over the moon." Getting up, she held out her hand to Chris. "Let's get this show on the road. Now I'm all anxious to see her and tell her everything. Thank you once more," she said as she wrapped her arms around him and gently locked their lips together in a sweet and loving kiss. Both changed back to their wolf form and headed out towards the lake. Upon arrival, they saw they were the first ones there and Chris gently nudged her towards a few large rocks. We can go lie next to them. It keeps us partially out of view so we won't surprise them too much. I'll let Nick know we're already here. That's fine with me. It's beautiful out here. It is. This land has always been in our family for as long as I can remember. I can't imagine myself not being able to run here. But come, let's enjoy the scenery a little before the pack arrives. He stretched out next to one of the large boulders, Mia stepped next to him and curled herself cosily against him. Both watched their surroundings, but not before long their eyes closed and they simply enjoyed being together. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 21 SIW : Christopher Saint Ives – Whelan. Here we are with the last chapter for Chris and Mia. I'll be taking a short absence after this while I work on the next story : Adam and Bronwille. I'd love to have a few chapter completely ready before I start posting them up so it's more regular then it is now. Many thanks go out to Asylumseeker, for his ace editing skills, to Jaz for being my super-duper proofreader and towards the Guild for their ongoing support. Enjoy the last chapter. Mokkelke Chapter Thirteen : Friends and Family. Sshhh, it's ok, just relax, Chris told Mia when he saw her perking up her ears. The pack is almost here. I know I shouldn't be, but I'm feeling nervous all of a sudden, she replied, trying to just get that little bit closer to Chris. Lovingly Chris licked her muzzle, trying to ease her anxiousness. Sweetie, you swept me off my feet, if you can accomplish that, then the rest of the pack is a walk in the park. Mia snorted in disagreement. Just you wait and see, mark my words. Chris could understand her anxiety but knew she didn't have to worry. He sent warmth and comfort through their bond hoping it would help her relax. Putting his head over her neck he gently pushed her down, indicating she could go back to resting. It would take a while longer before the pack arrived. Sometime later he saw a sleek white wolf emerge from the bushes lining the forest around the lake, followed by a huge black wolf he knew was his eldest brother Nick. Knowing the Alpha always ran first he could only assume the white wolf had to be Fran, his brother's newly turned mate. His eyes traveled over her, knowing how rare it was to see a white wolf, let alone a turned human being one. He would have snickered if he were in human form. Only Nick would have the luck to find one of the most rare wolf types around. Chris watched as the two skidded to a stop and were obviously talking mentally to each other. He saw Nick nudge Fran forward into their direction. Relaxation time is over, he thought to himself. Nudging Mia gently, he wanted her to stand up and properly meet Nick as Alpha and her friend Fran as her new Alpha Madam. Do I really have to shift? Mia whined through their connection. I understand your reluctance, sweetie, but you have to do this. Not only out of respect to your new Alpha, but also out of respect for Fran. In her case not just because she's now our Madam, but she's your friend as well. Everything that posed an issue has been taken care of. You're done hiding, it's time to step up and claim your place in our pack. Somehow he didn't like feeling he had to lecture her in what she should be doing. She was usually so sassy but now she was shy and hesitant. Giving her another loving push he told her once more, Go on, it's time. Turned halfway towards Chris, Mia told her wolf to retreat and a second later she stood in front of them. Normally her nudity wouldn't really bother her, it was natural for a were. But being like this in front of her friend made her shy, something she wasn't used to feeling much. "Mia? Is that you," she heard Fran whisper. Turning a little bit more towards Fran, Mia realized Fran had a good look at the butterfly tattoo on her hip. One she practically forced Fran to come with her for her moral support. "Yes, it's me," Mia replied shyly. The black wolf with Fran dropped a bunch of towels between them, then moved back. He rubbed himself gently against Fran's legs. One could tell those two were communicating. It showed the two black wolves were brothers because she saw Nick nudging Fran in the same way Chris had done with her. Fran took a few steps her way then reached out her hand. Together they walked away after securing the towels around them and settled in a quiet spot next to the lake. They had their mates in their view and that was all either needed right now. Both stayed silent, neither sure how to start this conversation. After a few minutes both of them talked at the same time. "So werewolves?" and both burst out in laughter, breaking the uneasy silence. Fran spoke first after their outburst died down. "So one has gotten his paws on you as well?" Fran asked amusedly. "It seems so, who would have thought that we would be snatched off the singles market so fast?" Mia replied with as much amusement as her dear friend. "I couldn't believe it at first. First Nick asked if I believed in stuff like this. Or people like Merlin," Fran told her. She didn't notice Mia freezing next to her when she mentioned Merlin. "Turns out Nick even knows him and has him on speed dial. It's when he changed in front of me it really sank in this wasn't all a hoax or anything. Part of me still has a hard time believing all this," she continued, spreading her arms widely, pointing towards the woods where now the rest of the pack had emerged. "How did he tell you?" Fran then asked. Mia wasn't sure how to reply to this. Thinking about Chris' words she knew there was only one way to answer and that was truthfully. "He didn't have to tell me. I always knew what he was. I even knew about Nick that first day," she confessed. Fran looked surprised. "How is that possible? And why didn't you warn me?" "I'm a born werewolf, Fran. I can sense them a mile away if need be. And about not warning you, Nick has that Alpha aura around him and once he was introduced I knew you would be fine. The Whelans are legendary, they're one of the few packs that run things fair and with as little violence as possible. But don't let that fool you, they are fierce fighters too. "Nick is also the Alpha Alpha of this part of the world. He's got quite a reputation. I'm wondering who of us got the better catch, you or me." Mia smiled as she went over everything she knew about the Whelans. "Think I'm happy with my own wolf." "How come you never told me? We were always so close. You're the sister I never had," Fran questioned Mia. "There is more to it than just being a were, at least in my case. If I were just 'a' were I might have told you at some point, but I'm not. Telling you would have put you in danger and that was the last thing I would have wanted for you. I hope you understand." "So what changed things?" "Finding Chris for starters and my wolf having a mind of its own for a change," Mia laughed as she said this. "Come on, don't keep me hanging here. Spill! Dish the dirt!" Fran urged Mia on. "Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. The reason why I, and my parents, were cautious about living in the 'public eye' is because of who my parents are. I'm not going to bore you with all the history now, we can do that later with a good cup of coffee. My father is Richard McLachlan, he was banished from his own pack by his father the Alpha. When my mom found him there wasn't much life left in him. "She knew right away what he was. You see my mom is even more special, she's a few centuries old. She's an Ancient. I guess you could compare them to what you would call a druid, but with unlimited power. There is almost nothing they can't do." "Them?" Fran jumped in with her one worded question. "There are some Ancients left, but personally I only know two, my mom and her father, Merlin." Fran squealed at that last little revelation. "Merlin as in Merlin Merlin? No way, you're kidding right?" "Nope, I'm not kidding. The one and only Merlin is my grandfather. Though I admit, I didn't know that until I met Chris. You see my mother was living on her own in a secluded area. When she nursed my father back to health she picked up on his behavior and she felt the mating pull as well. When he told her why he ended up in the state she had found him they agreed to stay hidden. "Mom being an Ancient, she took over the wolf gene when they mated but she kept all of her Ancient powers as well. That is rare on its own. She knew how to mask her added scent and what she turned into. After a lot of practice my Da learned to do the same thing. This helped them to live a somewhat normal live. It took ages for them to conceive but when I was born they doted on my every whim. "It's when my mom found out I could do a few things too we really went into hiding. Every five years we'd move town, making sure there wasn't any trail left of us. When we got together at the university I dreaded saying goodbye. Oddly enough my mom decided to stay, so I accepted the offer to work for your dad." All this time Fran was listening intently, soaking up each and every detail. Her world had been turned upside down with meeting Nick and now it was shaken again with everything Mia was telling her. "All this time and I never once suspected anything," Fran shook her head in disbelief. "I know, but believe me it was for the best you didn't know, at least not back then. Everything is sorted now and mom and Da don't have to hide anymore. You'll hear about it soon enough, but for now I prefer just to enjoy being here. I'm finally home and I still have you." Mia turned and hugged Fran. Taking a sniff, she smiled. "You have a wonderful scent, Madam." "What's with the Madam thing? I noticed a few others calling me that as well." "Sweetie, you're the Alpha's mate. Top dog. Hence that position making you Alpha Madam. Most address Nick with Alpha and they'll address you with Madam. It's how the ranks work. It shows their respect towards you. You kinda have to tell them straight out if you want someone addressing you by your name," Mia explained. "I see. Well, Mia, just stick with Fran, ok? That way I'll keep a bit of normalcy in this crazy world I've stumbled upon." "You got that right, I would have nagged you endlessly," Mia teased her friend. "So what are your plans now? Being the Madam will take up some if not most of your time," Mia asked next. "Funny you ask. You know the interview I had and we were out celebrating for? Guess how surprised I was when my 'boss' walked in that Monday morning." "Oh go on, now you're keeping me in suspense here!" "It was Nick. Nick is THE Dominic Saint Ives – Whelan we're all swooning over. I could still slap myself that I didn't make the connection. Actually since then he hasn't really been going to work. We spend every second together and here I am today, a newly turned wolf and Madam to boot. Any more surprises and I'm going to scream I think," Fran added in a fun tone. "Start screaming then, auntie Fran," Mia grinned as she revealed her tiny secret. Fran gave Mia a puzzled look. "Auntie?" she asked next. "Who's having a baby then? I know it isn't Bron, nor Lis. That only leaves you." Fran's eyes widened as it dawned on her and then she let out a high screech as she pulled Mia in for a tight hug. "Ooooh I'm so happy for you. You were so bad at hiding the fact you simply adore kids. You sure move fast, lady." Fran loosened her hold on Mia. "I know I could have waited, but I don't know why, but it felt right. He's special already," she said lovingly, her hand caressing her tummy. "You already know what it's going to be? And how many?" Fran asked. "Yeah, remember my mother," Mia winked as she went on. "She checked for it last week. I'm having one male pup. He's special because he's conceived when we mated. Chris gave me the choice. Everything clicked into place and it felt right, I didn't want to wait. So here I am swept off my feet, barefoot and pregnant in a day's time." Mia giggled at that. "Ooh then we can go shopping soon. I can't wait what the girls will say!" Fran said with much joy. "Take it easy there tiger. I'll tell them when it's a bit further along." Mia's expression turned sad as she continued, "About Bron, I have something to say. You're not going to like it, but let me say up front it's been taken care of." "What about Bron? I know I've been neglecting all of you these past weeks but if something had happened to Bron I should have been told," Fran spoke trying to hide the tension in her voice. "You know that second night at 'The Viper' where we met up with all the brothers and that fourth guy Adam?" Fran nodded. "Bron was the last to go home. Adam said he'd follow her car so he was sure she got home ok. When they left the club Bron went to get her car and Adam to get his bike." Mia grasped Fran's hand. "She was grabbed in the alley by two men, werewolves. Adam heard her scream and fought them." Fran was shaking and furious hearing what happened, then sadness overshadowed both. "Not Bron. She was just getting back on her feet." "I know Fran. Though she's coping with it better. The first few days Adam had stayed with her. Sure he admitted he gave her a sleeping pill that first day so she could sleep it off, but then he stayed a few days more. Then Bron kicked him out the Bron way. He's been a mess ever since." "Why would he be in a mess? He saved her, and he can be concerned, but a mess?" Now Mia smiled. "What is Nick to you and Chris for me?" she asked nudging Fran's shoulder. Fran's eyes widened, "No way! Bron is Adam's mate?" Mia nodded. "Oh boy, seeing how protective these wolves are I can fully understand why he's in a mess. Bron is shutting him out, isn't she?" "Yeah. I can tell you know. The first time I went checking up on her to make sure she was ok. I'm doing that this time too. Apart from Adam, my parents and the Whelan brothers, nobody knows of the attack. As long as she doesn't close herself up like the previous time, I'm letting her deal with it her way," Mia explained. "How are you able to check up on her without her knowing about it?" Fran inquired. "Sweetie, my mom and grandfather are Ancients. We can cloak ourselves, even teleport. The whole nine yards," Mia answered with a smile. "Seriously? I know Nick told about Merlin entertaining the little pups occasionally. I assumed it was just some easy mumbo jumbo. Never imagined it could be like that. What else can you do?" Fran asked with great interest. "Look," Mia pointed towards a few pebbles in front of them. They lifted up in the air and started moving in a circular motion. Mia heard the sharp intake of breath next to her and smiled. She changed the path of the pebbles and started making more intricate figures and shapes. Stealing a glance sideways she saw Fran looking, eyes wide open, her mouth forming a little "o". Without touching Fran she applied a bit of pressure on her chin and closed her mouth. This snapped Fran out of her staring contest with the pebbles. "Hey! You didn't have to do that," Fran complained. "I didn't even touch you." "You didn't? But, you were working with those rocks over there." Turning towards them she saw they were still moving, some of them were stationary, others were swirling around them. Mia chuckled seeing all those emotions flash over Fran's face. "This is nothing, but can you imagine what we can do when we really focus on something?" "Think my imagination wouldn't do it justice. I'm glad you are on our side!" After a while Fran spoke again. "So what are we going to do about Bron?" "As I'll pop in daily to check if she's taking care of herself, Adam is going over to her place almost daily and calling her. So far he hasn't had any luck. She hangs up on him and shuts the door in his face without even saying hello." "I feel so sorry for her. There is nothing we can do. Do you know if she remembers the attack or anything?" "According to Adam she passed out once he attacked the men holding her. He isn't sure if she saw something or not. She hasn't spoken about anything. For the time being we're assuming she hasn't seen a thing, which maybe for the best." "Maybe. I can only hope he has a lot of patience, we both know how Bron was when she first moved back here." "I know, I remember all too well. I wanted to help her but couldn't. I checked up on her every day. I was so happy when she started going out with us again and now this happens. I have no clue how it will set her back. Don't even want to think about how Adam is going to win her over." "Step by step, I guess." "At least they avenged her," Mia said, nodding her head towards the three brothers sitting next to each other. "Ed, Chris and Adam tracked them down. There were three of them. Two didn't make it out alive. The third one... Well he's complicated." "How so?" "He's my father's younger brother. To fully understand that I'd have to tell you all about my Da. It's a long story. We can get together this week and then I'll fill in the details. Chris is probably filling in Nick now." Mia chuckled, "I certainly didn't help make things easier. I made Chris promise not to tell the pack about all of this and my parents until tonight. In hindsight maybe a foolish decision, but everything turned out better than I hoped." "Seems you had a rough few weeks yourself then. I'll see what Nick tells me about it all. I still can't believe he didn't tell me about Bron though. She's our friend." "He probably should have said something, but Chris told me a bit about his past. I can understand partly why he didn't. He has been looking for his mate for so long, then as he was giving up he finds you and you're human. Probably was clueless how to tell you and make sure you wouldn't freak out." Fran blushed. "It all went ok. He stripped. I was too busy ogling him before I realized he had changed. He gave me enough time to get comfortable but that didn't take long. He's cute as a wolf, though very big. And his fur, oh my, it's so soft. I thought it would be much rougher. You know he likes to be scratched behind his ears. He never lets me get up until he's sure I'm fully awake hahaha. Even when I need to rush to get to the bathroom! And damn the things he does with that wicked tongue of his." Her cheeks turned a bright red. "I can imagine some of the things. Seems our Whelan boys have a wild streak when it comes to pleasing their mate," Mia said as she grinned at her friend. "What do you say, want to go back to our significant others and let them dote on us a bit more?" Mia asked. "Yeah, I bet you'll want to meet the rest of the pack. Oh there's the triplets too. You have got to meet those, they're adorable with a capital 'A'. Just don't let them run all over you, fair warning." "I'll keep it in mind," she said while standing up. Mia looped her arm around Fran's as they walked back to the pack. Mia saw several of them giving her a good once over. Most nodded, smiled and waved acknowledging her presence. Letting go of Fran she dropped down next to Chris and cuddled close, resting her head on his shoulder. Everything ok, my sweet? Chris asked as he put his arm around her and pulled her closer. Just perfect. We'll catch up later in the week to fill in a few blanks here and there, but it went fine. I had to tell her about Bron though. She wasn't happy about it. Nick didn't tell her, so he'll have some explaining to do, but I defended his position. He can thank me later. How did everything here go? We told the big outlines. Bronwille's attack, the involvement of the McLachlan pack. He knows most of what happened since being the Alpha Alpha grants him the right of having full access to the were history from this territory. His first remark was that there had to be some things updated, that the records weren't accurate. Nick spoke of a few inconsistencies. He will talk to us about it later. I haven't told about Merlin being your grandfather. The records don't tell who Richard's mate is, it's all a bit mysterious. Burying her head in the crook of his neck, Mia had to stifle a laugh. I'm guessing you're going to leave that honor to me? Yes, I am. I don't need all the fun. Just seeing his reaction is enough for me. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 21 I did tell Fran. Is there a way I can let her know, not to tell Nick yet? At least as long as he doesn't ask her. Last thing I want is to cause trouble between them. And we're going baby shopping this week too. She's over the moon about that news. Now you believe me when I said everything would will turn out fine? Chris pulled her even closer, his lips trailing over her temples. Yes, I do. I feel really complete now. A place to really call home. You are home to me, Chris. Chris didn't reply but picked her up and set her down between his legs, so Mia lay against his chest. His arms snuggled around her waist and pulled her taut to his body. Mia smiled as she felt his arousal prodding her backside. Chris! Can't you ever think about something else? she mockingly said. When you're around? Nope, but no worries, I'll contain myself until we're back home. Not much later you could hear the last group arriving. Excited yelps and barks could be heard a mile away, clear evidence the young pups were enjoying their run. For some it was their first run. Peeking behind her, Mia kept a close look on the forest as the first few larger pups came bustling through the bushes, followed by the smaller and younger ones. The heavy panting by most was another sign they were glad their run was finished. Most of them huddled together in a big heap of fur and tried to find a comfortable position to lie down in. Some just jumped onto the big pile of pups and wiggled their way in between them. Mia smiled as she felt the content feelings of the pups spread around them. Scanning her surroundings she saw many of the pack look at the pups with pride in their eyes. Smiling she knew in a year or two her own pup would be part of that. Shifting her attention back to the little group around her she didn't notice the last three pups emerging from the forest. She didn't see how they scanned their surroundings. Mia missed how one of the pups picked up where Fran was and made a beeline towards their group. The three little ones stopped their fast approach and changed to silent mode, carefully making their way close to the group. Suddenly there were a lot of yelps as Mia found her lap filled with a little pup that had a multitude of colors. Surprised yet carefully she put her arms around the little one, halting its wriggling and tenderly scratched its belly. His or her, she didn't quite know its gender yet, tongue was lolling out of its mouth as she kept scratching at its belly. Looking around she saw a big black pup cradled in Fran's arms. On her other side she saw Ed holding a dark orangey red pup. To her Ed always seemed to keep his distance, despite his good natured jokes and character, but what she saw now just made him adorable. He only had eyes for the tiny bundle in his arms. Mia smiled as the little pup stood on its hind legs and started licking Ed all over his face, then burying it's snout in the crook of his neck. Ed never stopped the little one, a sign he trusted him or her completely. Tenderly Ed was stroking the fur. Maybe there is more to him than meets the eye, Mia thought. Not much later the three little ones wriggled loose and all went and sat in front of Fran. Chris bent over and whispered in her ear, "The rusty one is Robin, she's the smart one. The black one is Damon, he's the eldest of the daredevils. The third one is William, but we all call him Bill." "Thanks, they're adorable." "Adorable? Wait until you get to know them better, there is a reason why we refer to them as daredevils, my sweet," Chris chuckled as he spoke. Damon, the big black one, took a step towards Fran and nudged her leg. The other two flanked him on either side and were wagging their tails like mad. Again Damon nudged Fran. Seeing the understanding look between Nick and Fran, she was sure Nick knew what the little ones wanted and was telling Fran. Her hunch was right because a few seconds later Fran stood up and loosened her towel. The next moment a beautiful white wolf stood in front of them. Fran sat down and quickly the three pups gathered around her and snuggled up close. Mia smiled at the motherly behavior of Fran as she licked and groomed all three of them before resting her head on her front paws, not bothered by the little ones moving around her. Mia's eyes widened in surprise as she heard Nick say, "I'll be damned. It seems we don't have to call in Merlin." Chris must have felt it as he told her, The triplets haven't shifted before, which is quite uncommon. If it lasted much longer we were planning on asking Merlin for help, to see if he knew of a reason why they're not shifting. They seem to have developed a liking for Fran, Nick told me before. It's nice seeing their human form for the first time. They saw Nick shift to wolf form and trot away to return with a pair of dark brown wolves. All went back to their human form and it was clear to see from whom the kids had gotten their golden blond locks from. "It's ok, just stay there," the mother said to Fran who wanted to sit up. "I don't know what you did, but I'm forever in your debt. I dreamed of the day they would finally shift, I was starting to get really worried, whether they were able to or not," their mother spoke politely. The little ones picked up on the sound of their parent and all got up. It was a wobbly affair as for the first time they moved on two legs. Swiftly they tried to make their way towards their parents who greeted them with wide open arms. Mia heard the little girl softly ask her daddy to wait as she wriggled free of his hold. Robin ran to Fran and whispered something into her ear before running back to her daddy. As one the family turned and walked away to enjoy the first shift of their children. Soon that is going to be us too. Mia crawled onto Chris' lap and wrapped her arms around his torso. I can hardly wait to just hold our little bundle of joy. Me neither, was Chris' reply. Eight months later : Mia cursed, everything was still fine at Nick and Fran's wedding. She had played her part as bridesmaid to perfection even if she already was sporting a large bump. The Greek based toga dresses made it so she didn't feel constricted. The other bridesmaids had worn the same dress in a different color. But by now she was not happy with how large her tummy had grown. She couldn't shift anymore and she barely slept because she couldn't find a position that was comfortable. Biting her teeth, she grabbed the door as suddenly a cramp went through her abdomen followed by a vivid kick of the little one inside of her tummy. Breathing through the pain, she finally relaxed as she felt it ebb away. She shook her head as she saw the damage she caused by gripping the door. Time for a new one I guess. Focusing on her breathing she waggled towards the living room and gently sat down on the supersized couch. She remembered the argument when they were shopping for a new one. Chris wanted a dark square one, but she wanted something more uplifting and bright. The one she now sat on was their compromise. One, she admitted with a small smile, they kept paying back to each other multiple times. The big plus of this couch was they could order new covers for it. Gently rubbing her belly she thought back with much amusement about all the times they had used this couch already and had to replace the coverings. Over time their lovemaking had turned more tender as her tummy grew and the little boy inside of her made his presence known on a regular basis. As time went on and her relationship with Chris grew tighter, he learned a few new abilities. One he really loved using while making love to her. Only the fact that he made her orgasm like there was no tomorrow made her let him use magic during their love play. Happily she reminisced over all the things they did, how he pushed her limits time after time, still being considerate of their unborn pup. Secretly she admitted that she was looking forward to having no limits whatsoever. Sure he didn't hold back anymore, but she loved the tender roughness between them. Now he still let go, but always made sure she was comfortable and wouldn't feel restricted. Since their first run together he hadn't tied her up anymore. She missed those little things and they were slowly driving her nuts. She wanted her man and wolf 200% and being pregnant prevented her from having that. Mia wanted to move forward in time, get passed the impending birth and just hold and cuddle her baby. Happy thoughts, she reminded herself, just before another cramp almost made her double over in pain. She realized these weren't just cramps but her baby wanting to be born. CHRIS! Get home! NOW! she screamed through their bond. What's wrong, Mia? came his immediate reply. Mia was breathing heavy as the painful contraction hit her head on. Huffing and puffing her way through it she just said, He's coming!. Not a second later Chris appeared in the living room, his face filled with concern. "How long has this been going on, sweetie?" he said in a strained voice, gently trying to get her up. "Not long," she huffed. Relaxing against her mate as she felt the contraction ebb away she sighed, relieved. "My back was hurting just like all the other days. Only five minutes ago the contractions must have started. They hurt," she said, pointing at the doorway. Chris looked at what she was pointing at and smiled. "That is the least of my worries. All I want is for you to be comfortable. You know we're going to have to go to the compound? I just want you as close as possible to our medical facilities just in case." "Yeah, yeah, just do it quick, before another one comes," Mia replied eagerly, holding Chris close. She tried to relax more as she felt the tiny bundle in her stomach kick against her kidneys. "OH fu- grr, do you really have to kick there?" she said in a pained voice, trying to soothe the pains the little one caused. "Hold on to me, I'll get us there in an instant," Chris said soothingly. A few seconds later they appeared in their bedroom in their estate house. In preparation for this day they always made sure their bedroom was free of any clutter so teleporting there was never an issue. Carefully he lay her down on their oversized bed. "Chris, I'm going to need some towels. My water hasn't broke yet." Her face turned sour as she suddenly felt her clothing getting soaking wet. "Scratch that; just get me into the shower and replace these sheets," she ordered. All this time Chris patiently and silently did what she told him. He wouldn't dream of doing anything against her wishes right now and if it meant she would be ordering him around, then so be it. Getting a clean set of sheets, he took some towels with him as well as her dressing robe. "Come, let us see if we can move you for a little bit and get you out of these wet clothes. If you can manage to sit in the chair for a few minutes then I'll remake the bed," he coaxed her. "Just carefully. I knew a birth wasn't painless, but this? Never again!" she replied a bit angry, not at Chris, but at her inability to fight of the pain. Holding her carefully, he put her down in front of the big rocking chair. Swiftly he undressed her, trying not to look at her lush form. He loved how she filled out as her pregnancy progressed. He just dropped her wet clothes where she stood. Lifting her hands to his shoulders he dropped to one knee and with a towel he did his best to dry off her legs and backside. Standing up, he grabbed her robe and held it out for her. Once she had it on, he loosely tied it around her. Catching him off guard, she bent over double as another contraction came over her. Grasping his forearms, Mia grunted as the pain traveled through her entire body. Chris on the other hand stood rock still, doing his very best not to let her know how much her grip was paining him. He couldn't take it away, but he could help carry the burden. Focusing on the wall, he concentrated on his breathing until he could block out the pain then he looked down and saw the pure agony written all over her face. Didn't they say your first birth always took a long time? Chris thought. "Are you ok?" he asked once he felt her death grip loosen. "Almost, need a few to get through this one." Wrapping her arms around him she rested her head against his chest, hearing a fast but steady heartbeat. "Ok, when you're ready we'll see about making you sit down comfortably so I can redo the bed, deal?" Chris asked, gently rubbing her back. He noticed the last few weeks had been hard on her. He had tried his best to pamper her whenever he could. Independent as she was, she brushed off most of his attempts to make things easier. Only the backrubs she allowed him to do. "I'm fine now. Let me sit. You go do the bed." With more force than intended she shoved him away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" "Hush, it's ok," he cut her off. "Just sit down and try to relax. I can take a shove or a push, I'm not made out of porcelain," he added, giving her a wink trying to make her laugh. "Still..." "Sweetie, you are carrying our son and more than once he has made it quite clear he needs more room-" "My kidneys are a testament of that! Once they're back in place he just kicks them away again!" she interrupted him. "Well, now is the time he's going to get what he made so perfectly clear these last few days. If in the process you feel the need to push, scream, tear things apart to get him into this world safely, then so be it. So hush, sit and let me do the bedding then I can carry you over and hopefully you'll feel more comfortable then," he lectured his mate and soon-to-be mom. He hurried along pulling off the sheets, placing some towels over the wet spots, making a mental note to get a new mattress, and covered everything with clean sheets. Giving himself a few seconds to appreciate his handiwork he then turned to Mia and carefully picked her up and carried her to the bed. With one knee on it he gently put her down in the middle, propping several pillows behind her back to support her. Sitting next to her, he held her hand in his, his thumb rubbing tiny circles in the palm of her hand. This was another neat trick he learned that helped calm her down. And at this very moment he would use any trick he knew if that meant making anything easier on her. "You think you're going to be all right?" he asked. "Just as long as you stay here I'll be fine." "Ok, I'm just going to make a call so the pack doctor can come over and check up on you." Getting off the bed he searched his pockets for his cell phone. Once located he flipped it open and pressed speed dial, he had added that number from the moment Mia's pregnancy was getting harder on her. Waiting while it rang at the other end, he looked at his mate in their bed. Her face was flushed from the intensity of her contractions. "Hello, Doctor Alicia speaking," came a soft voice from the other end of the line. "Hi Doc, it's Chris. It seems very likely Mia has started labor. We're at our pack estate right now and I was hoping you could come over to check up on her. Her water has just broken. I can't say much about the contractions. Since I'm with her she's only had one, sorry make that two," he added as he turned hearing a grunt and looking at Mia on her side, huffing her way through another one. Stepping next to the bed he'd almost forgotten he was holding his phone as he reached out his hand to comfort her. Faintly he heard the doctor say she was on her way before he flipped it closed and threw it in the direction of the bedside table. He crawled up the bed and spooned her, leaving enough room for him to massage her back to help her through the pain. "You're doing fine, sweetie, just a little while longer. The doc is going to be here soon, then we'll know more." Whispering one encouragement after the other he soothed her and finally she relaxed against him. She had won the battle once more. Her eyes closed, she luxuriated in his embrace. She reminded herself to make sure to reward him later on for he was putting up with a lot. A soft but firm knock was heard. "Enter," Chris said, knowing it could only be the doctor. A small, slender woman entered with a smile on her face, her grey hairs neatly pulled back in a ponytail. "I see the first of the new Whelan generation is preparing to grace us with its presence?" she noted. "I'm glad you're settled in nicely. Think you can manage lying on your back while I do the medical checkup? Being a were it shouldn't be a problem, but we know you're only having one baby and by the looks of it it's going to be a big one too." Giving a sly wink to Chris the doctor smiled. "It so reminds me of when they were little. The baby must take after its dad." During her little speech Chris had eased back and carefully helped Mia roll over. With one leg pulled under him, he kept sitting next to her, her hand tightly in his own. His eyes intently on the doctor he wanted to make sure he didn't miss any sign of anything possibly going or being wrong. "Just pull up your legs, put your feet together and then let them fall open," Doctor Alicia spoke in a soothing voice. Alicia pushed against the robe so it just went past her knees. "Ok now I want you to relax so I can check internally how far along you are and if the baby is descending properly. Just breath in and out, look at me. You know this won't hurt. It's the same like all the other checkups, you know that," Alicia kept speaking with that soothing voice. Mia focused on the sweet voice that lulled her senses, making her forget the stabs of pain searing through her body. A birth was painful, but she never could imagine it would be like this. Vaguely she registered Chris stroking her hand soothingly. "Oh this a surprise. You're further than you would think you are, my dear. Are you sure you didn't have contractions before?" Alicia asked. "No, I got a big one, like I had more these past weeks. I went to the couch and once there another one hit me. That's when I called in Chris and here we are. My water broke, he changed the sheets and got me settled. So what's wrong then?" Mia asked in a shaky voice. "Nothing is wrong. I'm just guessing the pains you had previously were already contractions. You're practically fully dilated. By the looks of it this little one will be born pretty fast, he's an eager one." Alicia checked the position of the baby by gently, but firmly, pressing on the big bump, locating the legs, bum and arms. "He's all set to be born, so when the next contraction comes try breathing through it, no pushing yet, that's for the next one," Alicia cooed. Not a second after those words were spoken Mia grasped for Chris' hand and started puffing and groaning through the pain as another contraction soared through her abdomen. "Breathe, sweetie, you can do this," Chris coached her, holding her one hand as he softly stroked her head with his other one. Glaring at him angrily she spit out, "You're not the one that has to push this baby out of your body. So shut up!" Chris silently counted to ten, all the while holding her hand, trying not to show she was almost breaking the bones in his hand. Together with Mia he let out a sigh of relief when the contraction was over. With care he replaced his aching hand with his other. Behind his back, out of sight for Mia, he stretched the other one a few times, making sure all the bones were where they were supposed to be. Little escaped Mia as she put her head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to squeeze that hard." Holding out her hand, she motioned for him to place his hurt hand in hers. Softly she kissed each knuckle. "I can make it better if you want?" Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 21 "You know the deal Mia, no magic in your last trimester. My hand will be fine, nothing is broken. It's nothing compared to what you're doing now," he spoke in a reassuring tone. "You just focus on this little one. I'm eager to hold him." In the meantime Alicia had prepared a few things that would be needed once the baby was born. Going over everything once more she then smiled at Mia. "I'm ready when you are. When the next contraction comes, grab your legs under your knees and pull on them, take one deep breath and keep pushing. Chris you count until six, then Mia knows she can relax and wait for the next one. Just as we practiced." "Can you sit up? Then I can sit behind you." Mia smiled at Chris' request. Every day she learned something new about him and every day her love for him grew. She knew she'd hurt him before and yet he didn't complain. His usual tendency to take over wasn't present either. Holding her breath for a brief moment she sat up, making room for Chris to sit behind her. His thick muscled legs cradled hers and as she leaned back against his strong chest he put his arms around her. Bending down he whispered sweet nothings in her ear and encouraged her to do whatever she found needed to get through this. A shiver ran down her spine as he brushed his lips against her neck. "Crap, here comes one," she gasped as she sucked in as much air as she could. "Remember: pull on your knees and keep pushing until Chris is done counting," Alicia coached her. Grabbing for her knees, she almost curled up in a ball, feeling Chris sitting up straighter to support her back as he softly counted to six behind her. For now she was able to concentrate on his deep soothing voice. Relieved she let out her breath as the contraction faded once more. This process repeated itself two more times. Between each break Chris kept showering her with compliments, how well she was doing, how proud he was of her, how much he loved her. "You're doing great Mia. I can already see the head now. Next time is going to be it, then I need you to keep pushing. Once the head is out, we take a breather and then we push again. Got it?" Alicia said. Mia nodded, the sweat trickling from her face. She felt Chris shift behind her and a second later he brushed her face clear of the sweat. The scent washing over her told her he'd probably taken off his T-shirt and was using that instead of a washcloth. Glad he'd chosen to use it she took a deep sniff of his scent trapped in the T-shirt and relaxed visibly. Not given the time to recuperate another wave of pain hit her dead on. Pulling up her legs she started pushing with all she had in her, Chris' soft encouragements helping her along. "You're doing great Mia, keep pushing. Push! Push! Push!" Alicia spoke more excitedly. A burning sensation went through her lower region and suddenly she saw Alicia's hand in front of her, then placing it on her tummy. "Take that breather now. The head is out. I'm carefully going to feel ... yeah he's in position. Ok when you're ready, take that deep breath and push as hard as you can," Alicia guided her. Doing what she was told, she grabbed her knees, sucked in her breath and started pushing. All this time she had been able not to scream once but whatever was coming out of her now was tearing her up and without realizing it she let out a loud scream. When her brain finally realized her pain had subsided, she could hear tiny cries coming towards her. Trying to sit up she looked between her legs and there she saw the biggest baby she ever laid eyes on. What first were tiny cries quickly turned into terror screams. His little arms were moving in anger, his tiny legs kicking rapidly. His little face was bright red as he filled his little lungs and let out another wail. "I think someone wants his mother," Alicia proudly said. Carefully she held the baby under its head and bum, she held it sideways and placed it in Mia's wide open arms. Looking down at the little bundle in her arms she started counting toes and fingers. Glad she counted ten of each she fixated on his face. Light blue eyes were framed by curly black hair. She smiled at the little wonder in her arms. Another pair of hands came into view as they too touched each finger and toe. "He's beautiful, Mia," Chris whispered next to her. Turning her head she saw the unshed tears in his eyes, smiled and kissed his lips. "He's a spitting image of his father," Alicia said. "Let me get everything in order. Chris you want to cut the umbilical cord?" A bit confused he looked up at Alicia holding out a pair of surgical scissors to him. "What do I have to do?" he asked puzzled. "Take the scissors and cut where I point. I'll take over after that. I'll wash the little one while you can assist your mate with refreshing herself. By then I think both will be ready to start their first feeding," Alicia explained. Chris accepted the scissors and held them where Alicia pointed. When he squeezed them to cut the umbilical cord he shot a dirty look at Alicia, before taking a big gulp. Once his job was done he didn't know how fast he had to give back the metal instrument. He looked pale and only by grabbing on to his own leg did he hide the little shiver going through him. Alicia couldn't help and laughed heartily at his predicament. "Oh Chris, this brings back such memories. It's like seeing you be born once again. The little one looks just like you and your father cringed just as much when doing the same thing you just did," Alicia said, amused. "I'll go run a bit of water now, by then I hope to have Mia settled so you can assist her." She gave Chris a reassuring pat on his hand, telling him silently he did just fine. Turning around she went to the bathroom to do these tasks. The new parents were already lost to the little baby in their arms. By now his screaming had settle down. He had managed to grab a finger from his daddy in one hand and got his other one tangled up in his mother's hair. His unfocused eyes darted over the two large faces above him. Instinctively he knew these were his parents and imprinted their scent to never forget it ever again. Tired by his ordeal he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. "Mia, he's just..." Chris stammered, "Thank you, my little druid, he's perfect!" He gently cradled his mate and his son. He was awed at the tiny bundle. "Alicia may say he got my eyes and hair, but he's got your cute nose and perfect lips. I can already see him driving the ladies mad with desire." "Eeew Chris that is not an image I want to think of right now. Let him grow up first and learn to be a man," Mia said, exasperated. "He's a Whelan, he'll learn soon enough, he won't need much guidance if he takes after me," Chris kept teasing her. "Hmm what about a name? You got any idea for one?" Mia asked, changing topics. She looked down at the fussing baby in her arms. His tiny head was turning searchingly and she immediately knew what he wanted. Parting her robe it didn't the little boy long before he found what he wanted and latched on started drinking his first milk. Chris stared at the pair of them, his heart overflowing with love for his mate and his newborn son. He realized there were times he had to let go of his dominant attitude. Not once had she disappointed him, she'd been the one steady rock that made him see and appreciate so many things, things he used to take for granted. And now she had gifted him with another precious being he could call his own. Tenderly he stroked the little boys head as he was feeding. What name would be suitable for this little guy? he mused to himself. It was one area they had argued about. Chris wanted to pick a name in advance where Mia wanted to pick one when the time was right. "He'll be our little rock and someday somebody else's. How about Pietro?" Chris suggested. "Pietro Saint Ives – Whelan, it has a nice ring to it. I kinda like that." "Pietro it is."