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Alpha Lust Copyright 2011 Alix Storm ISBN: 978-1-4658-1902-4 This book is licensed for your use only. As tempting as it may be, please don‟t share or give this file away to friends (or even strangers), though Alix certainly hopes you‟ll recommend her stories to others. Thanks! Edited by C.A.L. and Aimee Lattimore Cover Art by Antonia Fox
Alpha Lust Alix Storm Taryn awoke slowly, stretching her sore muscles and snuggling into the warm body next to her. Even though she was drowsy, there was no way she could forget what had happened between her and Gary—Daddy. She had found her mate. Her stepfather was her mate. Sure, they still had hoops to jump through and things to organize, but last night‟s events had set everything into motion, and she couldn‟t be happier about the result. She had missed Daddy when he‟d been exiled—it had been a wound that had never quite healed. Even though they weren‟t that far apart in age, or maybe because of it, they‟d connected on a very deep level. He‟d quickly become her confidant, helping her with mundane tasks like homework, and also helping to educate her about shifter politics and socialization. It was partly due to him, and then her grandparents‟ influence, that she‟d turned into the wolf she‟d become. Her mother hadn‟t been able to help her, even though she‟d had the best of intentions. If it hadn‟t been for Daddy‟s influence at an age where Taryn had needed it, she had no idea what might have become of her. And now she finally had a chance to thank him. In person. In the best way she could imagine. Daddy was still sleeping, his breathing even and deep. She turned over slowly and extracted herself from the bed. She padded her way to the bathroom and freshened up, looking at her reflection in the mirror for one long moment. Her hair was mussed, her lips a little swollen, and even though her makeup had worn off, her face had some natural color that didn‟t make her look washed out. Taryn allowed her eyes to slide over her neck, studying the marks he‟d put there. Daddy had well and truly branded her as his own. She wouldn‟t have expected any less. Taryn allowed her hand to drift over her throat, pressing in on one of the dark red bruises, this one in the shape of his mouth. It ached and the pain twisted down her body and lodged in her groin. She tried it again, experimenting, and groaned low when she started swelling. This was what she needed. Belonging to her man—her alpha. She pressed lightly on the bruise one more time, remembering exactly when he‟d done it. It had been when he‟d kissed her and she‟d sent him all sorts of naughty mental images of them fucking here, there, and everywhere. Taryn smirked, looking at her reflection. Her hands slid down to cup her breasts, lightly squeezing them and working her nipples into tight points, her juice starting to warm her inside. She could feel her pussy muscles relaxing, opening, her lips plumping up, her clit starting to emerge from its hood. She wouldn‟t touch there yet, but watching herself getting so turned on was as arousing as her fingers between her lips would be.
She planted her feet a little further apart, pressing her hips outward, and looked at herself. She‟d always liked watching, but this was miles different from seeing one of her toys sliding between her lips and plunging inside her. Her mind drifted back to last night and the image she‟d sent Daddy of him fucking her ass while a toy was in her cunt. She knew just the perfect toy, too. Her favorite toy store had a Doberman-shaped toy, and the knot fit inside her perfectly. Not as good as Daddy, but if his knot was fusing them together from behind… Oh god! She was not going there, was she? Taryn huffed out a breath, the scent of her cunt enveloping her. She stroked her fingertip along the outside of her lips, and her finger came away shiny with her juices. Taryn smirked at her reflection and drew her finger over her lips, painting them in cunt juice and making them glisten more than any expensive lip gloss ever could. She nodded at her reflection and walked into the bedroom, an extra sway to her hips. Daddy was still sleeping, but he‟d rolled over onto his back, one arm dangling off the side of the bed. A faint shadow of stubble covered his cheeks, and his lips were just barely parted. His long, lean tanned body was only partially covered by the blankets, and despite the coolness of the room, he looked perfectly comfortable half in and half out of the bedding. She took a moment to just study him, still surprised at the difference in the daddy he‟d been and the man he‟d become. Pack alpha, no less. He‟d changed physically and emotionally, the sense of leadership that he‟d had inside him blossoming and exploding. It showed in his movements, in every nuance of his body language. He‟d left her pack little more than a boy emotionally, and now… Now he was a commander, one who she expected had the respect, not only of his pack, but of the other alphas as well. Instead of being mildly rounded, a little soft and chubby as he‟d been when he‟d been married to her mother, he was all lean limbs, and solid muscle. It suited him well, as did the gray threads in his hair. He had a commanding presence and the maturity to pull it off, the gray enhancing his strong looks. A little chill tore through Taryn as she realized they‟d have to face her pack—her former pack, she mentally amended. That was going to be unpleasant at best, and downright dangerous at worst. She didn‟t think that pack alpha Dougan had the courage to do anything more than spit words at him, but he could be sneaky and low and treacherous, embodying the worst qualities in a pack leader. His family‟s leadership was why the pack had never flourished as it might have. When the economy was good, they‟d seen a lot of their pack drifting away, but in the last few years, packmates had been clinging onto whatever they could in order to survive. Sure, some in the pack were doing well, but they‟d been hungry for advances in their pack numbers, not to mention bloodlines, and careers that allowed for a better insulation against the economy for some years now. The driving force in the pack had been
construction for a long time, and with the housing market so iffy right now, they‟d all suffered. There had been too many years of the stronger financial earners having to give more to the pack. It was the way of things, but Taryn was tired of it. When this pack had never supported her, when they‟d insulted her mother‟s memory, it had chafed for far too long. But wolfen loyalty being what it was, she hadn‟t wanted to leave the pack emotionally, even if she knew deep down inside it was the best choice for her. Plus, it would have put her at risk when considering joining another pack. There were many packs who would have taken her in just to make a bad example of her. Taryn shook her head, trying to shrug off her thoughts and focus on the man in front of her, the glorious naked alpha who had taken her thoroughly last night. The alpha she was mated to now, in act as well as emotion. She crawled atop him, brushing her mouth over his and spreading her cunt juices over his lips. He sighed, responding immediately, his arms coming around her to hold her close. She pressed down, trying to get some friction against his hard cock, but the blankets between them made that impossible. “Morning, Daddy,” she whispered. His entire body jerked once and he groaned, his eyes opening, dark blue hazy at first and then sharpening. “Hell of a wakeup, Taryn.” His tongue moved over his lips and he gave her a gentle smile as he clearly tasted her little present. She smirked and shrugged, shifting so that he could drag the blankets between them away. She settled against him, skin to skin, his warmth working on her cool skin. It wasn‟t sexual—yet—but he was hard, and she had the feeling he wasn‟t the sort of guy to let an opportunity pass without taking full advantage. Not that she was above teasing him. She undulated her hips, cupping his cock with her pelvis, and trapping it between their abdomens. “We have to talk,” he said, a little frustration evident in his voice. “Right now?” she asked, watching his reaction carefully. When his stern expression dissolved, she knew she had him. “Not right now, I guess,” he said, giving her a wink and a little smile. His hands moved to her breasts and he stroked the sides. “Daddy!” Even that gentle touch was awakening nerve endings that wanted more—so much more. She sat up, straddling his upper thighs, and rested her hands lightly on his chest. “You want Daddy, Taryn? Tell me. Tell me how you want to take Daddy, little girl.” Oh god! A thrill tore through her cunt as he emphasized their relationship. She couldn‟t help it; this was turning her on beyond reason. She whimpered, rocking, his thighs just
too far apart for her to achieve any friction by pressing her legs together if she wanted to retain her balance. “You know I want you, Daddy!” How could he not the way her cunt juices were dripping down! “Do I?” he replied, fingertips brushing teasingly over her nipples. “I don‟t remember you saying so.” “Daddy!” she gasped out, her pussy flooding. “I need you!” The sensations and gentle tease weren‟t enough. She needed more from him. “Not what I asked. Tell me how you want Daddy to take you.” His voice remained calm, and a bit soothing, and it seemed that he wasn‟t as much on edge as she was. He sounded much more in control, but the color was rising on his face and spreading across his collarbone, his breathing more rapid and shallow. She reached down, stroking his cock, and he twitched slightly before settling down. “I want you inside me, Daddy. I want you fuck me until I scream your name.” As she spoke, she began to stroke his cock over her cunt, rearing up so just the velvety soft tip was tracing over and around her lips, nudging her clit before making its way down toward her opening. She wanted to sink down on him and fought every urge to do so. She couldn‟t give him that satisfaction yet. She had to get to him more. “I want you to shove this big dick inside me, Daddy. I want you to own my cunt. I need you to mark me again and again.” “Daddy‟s girl.” “Always.” Her voice broke on that word and she stilled, just watching his face and the play of emotions there. He abandoned her breasts, grabbing her hips and plunging inside her. She barely even had to guide him in, he just lined up and shoved home as if he belonged there, which he did. “Daddy!” God, he filled her so well. They fit together perfectly! His entrance, so purely powerful, so commanding, drove her right over the edge. She moaned low, clutching his shoulders as her cunt rippled around him and her orgasm ripped through her, everything in the universe exploding in brilliant shards of pleasure that twirled and twisted around her. She rocked on him, riding out the sensations, only vaguely aware as he pulled her down for a deep kiss. “Oh god,” she whispered, wide eyed and shaking, her body clenching and releasing his dick. Daddy was still inside her, showing more control than she could fathom having. “This is how it will be with us, Taryn. You deserve it all.”
“Fuck me, Daddy. Please…”
*** Gary held his girl close, waiting as she rode out the final waves of her climax. He was so damn satisfied that she‟d responded like this to him. A part of his psyche—a very deep place—had wondered if last night had been a mistake, a combination of moonlust and need, and if it would be gone in the morning. If they‟d have to fake it in the aftermath and walk away the very next day. And how they would survive, if so. He‟d lain awake a couple hours even as she slumbered in his arms, his concern and worry warring with the pleasure centers and soul-deep reaction that he was right, that they were joined, mated, whatever you wanted to call it. That he had found his mate in the beautiful woman he‟d never expected to see again, the one person he‟d ached to see again one day. They were right for each other. His soul told him so. He could tell almost to the moment when she settled down, her body relaxing from the strung-tight tension of her climax, muscles unclenching slowly. And when he twitched inside her and she moaned, he knew she was ready for more. “Sit up tall, my little vixen,” he ordered gently, his hand stroking through her long hair. “My beautiful golden wolf.” His hands shifted to her hips when she was tall astride him, his cock lodged in her beautiful cunt as deep as it would go. Her pupils were wide, her mouth open, and her body was quivering. She was gorgeous—a little wild and untamed. And she was his! “Good girl,” he whispered, tightening his grip on her hips. This wasn‟t going to be a sweetly sensual lovemaking session. No, he was going to take her, and take her hard. It was his way. She hadn‟t minded it last night, and today? Well, she seemed more than ready to take anything that he was ready to give her. And he was more than ready to give her it all! He needed to make sure she matched him—in and out of bed. Gary‟s hands flexed and then released, finally tightened on Taryn‟s hips, and he looked into her eyes, cataloguing her reactions and making sure he remembered what she liked for later. There would be a day—some day—when their need wasn‟t so out of control. Right now, the best he could offer was keeping her off balance for the moment. Her body relaxed even further and he knew she was ready, though he sensed she had no idea what she was in for. Gary gave her a little smirk and a wink, opening up his mind and flooding hers with images of him taking her hard, him taking her in every way. Every hole would be thoroughly fucked when he was done with her. And when she gasped, he began to lift and lower her on his dick, fully controlling the motions despite the fact that she was on top. She had a lot to learn about alpha dominance and control. Position didn‟t mean a damn thing.
“Daddy!” she cried out as he moved her on his dick, controlling the up and down motions as well as the depth of penetration. She clenched around him, her inner muscles holding him tight, increasing the friction just enough to drive him nearly insane. “Hold on,” he told her, moving her faster on him. He skirted the edge of what he thought she could take, feeling her erupt around him in what felt like endless spasms, her climax washing over them both. “Who deserves you?” he asked in his most commanding tone. “You!” “Who do you obey, Taryn? Who is your alpha? Who owns every bit of this?” “You, Daddy!” “Damn right!” He pulled her off his dick abruptly, motioning her to hands and knees. When she didn‟t comply immediately, he helped her into position, guiding himself in from behind in another endless thrust. “Take it,” he whispered against the back of her neck, plunging in and out of her in faster and faster motions. He fastened his mouth on her neck, bracing his hands on the bed, and pounded into her as hard as he could. He couldn‟t tell when his climax began, the waves of lust and need tearing through him one after the other, washing over him in larger and larger waves that encompassed his entire universe. He ejaculated but that was almost an afterthought. As the waves rippled around him, and he exploded, sensations washed between him and her, a mental sharing unlike he‟d ever heard about or experienced before. He groaned low, fusing his mouth to her neck again, the mental sharing they were doing completely overwhelming him as much as it touched his soul. They had connected. They were one. He couldn‟t walk away—there was no other option but mating with her forever. Gary pulled his mouth away from her body, turning her face until he was staring into her eyes. “You okay,” he asked, his voice raspy. Either he had screamed or made some other long, loud noise. He shook his head ruefully. Being with Taryn was going to be like nothing he could have ever imagined. “What was that, Daddy?” He withdrew and turned her on her back, gathering her close. “I don‟t know,” he admitted, giving her a penetrating look. “Taryn, I‟ve never even heard of something like this before. I…” “Me either.” He brushed her hair back, cuddling her against his chest. “Just further proof that we‟re perfect together. Despite what others might say.”
“Do you think there will be problems?” There was the question he‟d been waiting for and dreading. There was going to be opposition at the very least, and the potential for outright dissent was there as well. They‟d have to be very careful how they approached the situation in its entirety. Thank goodness he was a damn good diplomat and negotiator, and had some powerful friends. They had their work cut out for them, but Gary thought he could finesse it. He had to. Now that he and Taryn had rediscovered each other, there was no going back. He opened his mouth to answer, but then saw the concern in her eyes and just pulled her close, tucking her even more snugly against him. “We‟ll face it together, Taryn. We‟ll be okay.”
*** Taryn worried her way through their showers, and through the process of Gary getting dressed and packing. She only had her dress from last night, which was wrinkled, but it would do for now. She slipped it on and wound her hair into a casual twist. They‟d go back to her room and pack her up, then have breakfast. All the while, worrying about what might happen. At least she would be. She didn‟t have Daddy‟s confidence. While shifters were no longer bound to arranged marriages, alphas were often “encouraged” to find a suitable match from within a small pool of eligible women. Though cross pack marriages were allowed, it wasn‟t by any means the done thing. And even though steprelations could get together, it wasn‟t a common thing and if not frowned upon, then not exactly encouraged. Alphas were different from regular pack members. They led, along with their advisors, and though they had to oversee pack law, were able to run their packs nearly autonomously. There were checks and balances, but most alphas were good men and didn‟t need the ruling council to step in. Taryn didn‟t need to be told that Daddy‟s pack had to be a large one. She had been able to tell by the way the other alphas had deferred to him last night. They respected him, sure, but it wasn‟t the fondness that they would offer a member of, say, her small pack. This was respect that had been won through leadership, not of dozens, but more likely even a hundred pack members who held him in high esteem. She reviewed what he‟d told her last night, as she watched him finish gathering his belongings. He‟d called himself Kaine from New England, and there were several large packs up there. Kaine…he hadn‟t been Kaine when she‟d known him. Taryn tilted her head, looking at him as he moved. Gary was wearing dark dress pants, a deep blue dress shirt and designer leather shoes that probably cost more than her entire outfit. He was making a statement, both in what he wore and the way he moved. He was a man to be reckoned with, physically as well as mentally. He was the entire package.
She watched him place the last of his belongings in a garment bag—a dark suit that had to be from some designer she‟d recognize if she could read the label—and he turned to look at her. “You‟re thinking hard, Vixen. About what?” “You‟ve completely remade yourself,” she replied, motioning to him. “You were—“ “Fat,” he put in. “No! You were round, sure, but you were so young, and you looked kind of cuddly. I never saw you as fat, Gary.” “Daddy,” he replied intensely. “When we‟re alone, I‟m Daddy, Taryn.” The passion in his voice sent a thrill through her, and she nodded, gulping. “Right. I never saw you as fat, Daddy. You were…cute.” “Nonthreatening,” he replied, rolling his eyes. Okay, she would give him that, within reason. “Threatening to the alpha and his family. We both know that was a lot of the reason they drummed you out.” He gave her a half shrug, but she knew he knew she was right. And he‟d probably thought a lot about it in the years since. “I saw how they looked at you, Daddy. You were so smart, and they knew you‟d never be under their thumbs. People liked you…” “Nonthreatening,” he replied. “And smart, damn smart, Daddy, and you know it! They couldn‟t adjust to that, and Dougan and his family were just too insecure to allow you to keep collecting admirers. If it hadn‟t been Mom, they would have found another reason to oust you. You know it.” She could tell by his expression that he did. He nodded once, and then pulled her close, tucking her under his arm and kissing her forehead. “I‟m not going to let you down again.” “You didn‟t. Trust me…” She looked up at him and nudged his head down to hers. “I love you, Daddy. You never disappointed me or let me down. You were running for your life and I understand. I don‟t love or respect you any less.” “Thank you,” he whispered into her hair, brushing a kiss over her temple. “Let‟s get your things packed. We‟ve got a stressful day ahead of us.” “I know.” They drove in his car to the lodge. She loved his car at first sight—a lushly appointed black BMW that she knew suited him without being too showy. As many shifters preferred, he seemed to eschew leather interiors, opting for a natural wood grain on the
dashboard and cloth seats that conformed to her body perfectly. She let out a little sigh and wiggled into the seat. “Like that?” he asked, looking her way. “Yeah. I have an old VW. It drives great, but it isn‟t anything like this.” “Are you doing okay financially?” he asked, concern knitting his brows. She waited until they‟d pulled up to the main lodge and were heading for her room before she answered. “I‟m okay. I work in an office downtown, nothing fancy, but it pays the bills.” “And you live with the pack?” Not all shifters did; some lived in the cities and visited their packs on weekends or for special occasions. “I inherited my grandparents‟ place when they passed. When I turned eighteen, I was given the deed. They‟d sold our house…” She shrugged. “Daddy, I have an okay life. I have friends—not dozens, but a few close ones. I pay my bills. I have a decent wardrobe, and my car is old, but it runs. Everything is fine.” “Barely adequate, but that changes now.” As she put the key into the lock, he crowded her, the heat of his body driving her insane. “Daddy!” “Come on, Taryn. Inside.” His cock was hard, and without thinking too hard about what she was doing, she opened the door, motioned him inside, and dropped to her knees, withdrawing him from his pants. She looked up at him, licking her lips provocatively, the swollen tip of him so close. He rested his hand in her hair, nodding. “I‟m going to swallow, Daddy,” she whispered, letting the stream of air blow over his cock head. He groaned, tightening his hand in her hair. “Quickly. We don‟t have a lot of time.” “Don‟t worry, Daddy. I‟m that good.” Taryn took just the head in his mouth, sucking and licking him clean. He was already leaking, and she loved the way the taste of him exploded in her mouth. It took effort for her to swallow down his thick cock, but she was very good at what she did, and soon she was getting as close to deep throating that monster as she suspected she could. Her suction increased and she drew out his testicles, rubbing and stroking them slowly. Daddy‟s eyes were closed and he was groaning, thrusting in and out of her mouth slowly, clearly trying to make it last. But he had said that they didn‟t have a lot of time. She pulled back, tongue dancing over his head. “I want to swallow your cum, Daddy. I want
you to know that when we talk with those people that I have your flavor in my mouth, and that I‟m still holding your cum deep inside me. That I‟m yours, Daddy. That I‟m your little girl.” He watched her and she slipped a hand under her dress, spreading her lips and rubbing her clit frantically. God, she wanted to get off too. Even though her pussy was a little tender, this was what she needed. “Daddy,” she cried out as her body began clench, the little flicks of her nails against her clit making her see stars. He guided her head back down onto his dick and held it in place as he fucked her mouth, almost too hard, almost too fast for her to breathe. Her panic reared up before she reminded herself that this was Daddy and he would never hurt her. Her teeth bumped his shaft and he groaned. Did Daddy like a little pain? Her free hand came up, nails dancing over his sac, and he tensed, growling, another one of those endlessly long sounds that she was beginning to associate with him. His dick swelled in her mouth and she could feel him spurting, the cum racing up his dick to pour into her hungry mouth. Taryn‟s hand worked on her cunt faster, the flavor of him in her mouth pushing her over the edge. She cried out around his shaft, gulping, swallowing, savoring as she rocked on her hand, her own orgasm exploding behind her eyes. “There‟s my girl,” he said, pulling her to her feet and kissing her gently. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, loving the fact that he could taste himself. He took her hand and licked it clean, giving her a little wink. “Dress conservatively, Taryn. Nothing that will give off the wrong impression. We want to tone down your sensuality.” She nodded, opening up the closet and showing him her offerings. She‟d brought a few extra outfits, and one of those would come in handy. They were brand new, unworn, and wouldn‟t likely make any of the alphas annoyed that she carried pack scent on her, as she would in well-worn clothes. She pulled out a pair of gray dress pants and gave him a look, deferring to him. “Those will be perfect, along with this.” He handed her a thin aqua sweater with a shallow scoop neck. It was cute and attractive without being overtly sexy, and it would be a nice complement to what he was wearing. She nodded, changing in front of him and putting on a thin coat of makeup. It wouldn‟t do to be overdone right now. Her eye shadow wasn‟t dramatic, her blush was light and her lip gloss just had a hint of color. She slipped on plain gold hoop earrings and rearranged her hair into a more conservative twist. When she was done, she looked at him, aware that she was asking for his approval, even if she wasn‟t saying the words.
“Beautiful,” he confirmed, dropping a light kiss onto the top of her head. He helped her pack her things, and fifteen minutes later, his car was loaded up with their belongings. She wasn‟t sure what they were doing with hers, but she supposed it didn‟t matter right now. Breakfast was a hurried affair; both of them clearly too nervous to relax or linger over coffee and some quite excellent eggs and meat. They just ate quickly, not sparing much time to talk, though they sent each other a constant stream of mental pictures. Daddy‟s were probably of his pack, which looked to number into the several hundreds. Hers were of them walking, talking, kissing, making love. It was amazing just how much they were comforting each other and calming nerves without saying a word. “Ready?” he asked as she finished her last bite. She nodded, draining her coffee and slipping her hand into his.
*** Gary tried to concentrate on breathing normally as they thanked the wait staff and made their way to the administrative offices for the event. This was crunch time. He‟d already texted the two highest alphas on the ruling council. Since they were here, and were good friends, they‟d agreed to meet with him. Alpha Williams ran the lower New York pack, of almost ten thousand shifters between Long Island on the east, and Poughkeepsie to the north. Alpha Finn of the Boston and lower New England pack oversaw a pack of around five thousand. They were the most powerful alphas in the region as well as being two of the longest-standing members on the council. If he had their okay, their mating could proceed. Gary hoped that Nathan and Vaughn would realize he wasn‟t appealing to them as friends, but as fellow alphas. It wouldn‟t do for him to trade on long-standing friendships, even though these men had helped him out for many years. This had to be all above board, especially given his history with Taryn‟s pack. Former pack. He waited for them to be announced, projecting calmness and relaxation to Taryn, despite his own jitters. This was the right thing and his friends—his fellow leaders—would understand. When they were admitted to the office, he strode in, extending his hands to his friends. Wolfen gatherings being what they were, he was sure they had heard that he‟d been together with a woman, but surely they had no idea who she was to him, or that they had mated. “Alpha Kaine,” Nathan Williams said, his eyes widening fractionally as he rose to his feet. That was the only indication Gary had that he was surprised. Vaughn said his hellos as well, shaking Gary‟s hand, his grip firm and solid. “Alphas, I‟d like you to meet Taryn Lorton, from the Shenandoah pack. She‟s my mate.”
Taryn shook both men‟s hands and Nathan motioned for them to sit down. Gary waited until both alphas were seated before taking his own seat. He watched his friends, trying to read their expressions. Both men glanced over at each other a few times, and Gary had the sense they were having a silent conversation. “Regina‟s daughter?” Vaughn asked. It was phrased as a question, but Gary could tell that he knew. “Yes.” “God rest her soul.” Nathan said quietly. “Gary, this woman was once your daughter.” “Stepdaughter,” Taryn put in, earning a look from each of the men. “Sorry, I didn‟t mean to interrupt, but I need to make it clear. He was my stepfather. We have no physical blood bond.” “Doesn‟t matter,” Vaughn replied. “It absolutely does, Alpha,” Taryn replied, sitting up taller. “This man means a lot to me, and he did in the past as well. Due to a miscarriage of pack justice, he was tossed out of my pack and my life a lot of years ago. Now he‟s back in my life and I‟m not losing him. Whatever the cost.” “Easy, Vixen,” Gary warned. “She has fire,” Nathan observed, a small smile on his face. He breathed in deeply, and looked at Gary, and then at Taryn. “I scent you‟ve begun the mating process.” “We have,” Gary replied. “And we‟d like your blessing to make it permanent, Alphas.” Nathan inclined his head, indicating that Gary should speak. “I began the mating process with her last night before I knew who she was. We‟ve both changed our names, and we‟ve both physically changed a great deal. But I know this woman is my mate. We achieved the mental bond before we‟d even finished our first encounter. Our former relationship is just that, in the past.” He met Nathan‟s eyes and then Vaughn‟s. “I promise you, gentlemen, that this is not either of us trying to recapture the past. Taryn is her own woman, and it is high time our society stopped thinking of her as Regina‟s daughter. Taryn is my mate, and I wish for her to be recognized as such by the council.” This was crunch time. If they refused, he‟d be torn between his leadership to his pack, and his feelings for Taryn. “And you,” Vaughn asked, looking to Taryn. “How do you feel about this?” “I love him,” she said simply, taking Gary‟s hand. “The little girl inside me still loves him, yes, but he‟s right. This is different. So much has changed. He‟s not my mother‟s husband any more. He‟s a man I love. He‟s my mate.”
Vaughn gave her a little knowing smile. “And one you moisten for even now.” “Yes,” Taryn replied simply. She didn‟t react beyond that, though Gary could scent her arousal for a moment before it faded. The men fell silent then and Gary sat perfectly still, waiting them out. Another silent conversation seemed to be taking place between them, and as the moments stretched out, his unease grew. Taryn crossed her legs and tightened her hand in his, and slowly moved her chair closer until their legs were pressed against each other‟s. Nathan watched, a small enigmatic smile on his face. That had to be a good sign, wasn‟t it? “Alpha Kaine of the Western Connecticut pack, we‟ve made a decision.” “Yes, sir?” “A grave miscarriage of pack justice was indeed visited upon your mother, Taryn,” Vaughn added, looking to her. “And while we cannot right the past, we feel that it would be unfair to continue to punish you both for the sins of your former pack.” “You may indeed claim this woman as your mate, Gary. And whatever you practice in the bedroom must not enter your pack‟s politics.” He winked at Taryn then. “Some men like to be called „Daddy‟ in the bedroom, Ms. Lorton. If your mate is one of them, do assure us that it will stay in the bedroom and not color pack relations.” “Yes, Alpha,” she said, her voice breathy. Her hand tightened in his and he stroked his fingers over hers, giving her whatever comfort he could. “You‟ll meet with some resistance from the Shenandoah pack, I‟d expect,” Vaughn said. “We‟re going to send you with an escort. They can bring Ms. Lorton‟s car back there, and the pack can assume ownership of it. Given that you had some very successful meetings here over the last few days, Ms. Lorton, the pack shouldn‟t object too heavily to your change in pack. You‟ve done your best for them..” “And if they do, they‟ll deal with us,” Nathan added. “Both of you, go safely. And Gary, on a personal level, congratulations, my friend. I think you‟ve found a more than worthy mate in this woman.” “I think so too,” Gary said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply, right in front of his friends. They still had a lot of hurdles to make it over—his pack‟s acceptance, her pack letting her go without a fight, and the differences between them. But for right now, everything was right with the world. “I love you, Taryn.” “I love you too, Daddy.”
“None of that here. Get a room,” Nathan said with a laugh. “We already did,” Gary replied. Vaughn made a couple of quick calls and gave them a fond smile. “Get going, you two. Your escort will meet you at Ms. Lorton‟s car. Call us when you can, Gary. And good luck, I have a feeling you may need it.” “With Taryn by my side, I‟ll do just fine.” “I hope so, old friend.” The end? Probably not! Please drop me a like at
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