“First, you need to file a formal complaint with the Universal Paranormal High Council and…”
“I know you’ve told me this before, but nothing has changed—it’s a case of ‘he-said, he-said.’ I have no proof Silver Point Pack is responsible, and if I file, my pack risks being exposed and discovered by their enforcers.”
“I’ve taken that into consideration,” said Steel, “and I still want the complaint filed because it might prompt Silver Point to do something that can be used against them. Next, I want everyone to move to my house. There’s enough room, it’s more remote, and I’ll hire a team of enforcers to provide security for you and your brothers.”
Jackson leaned back in his chair, thinking about Steel’s plan. “I have some questions before I can agree,” he said, pausing for a moment. “What do you hope the complaint about the massacre will do for us?”
“I think the Silver Point Alpha will pull back his enforcers because it won’t look good if the pack lodging the complaint is suddenly killed. But more importantly, I also hope it’ll buy us some time to build a case against Silver Point,” said Steel, waving off what he saw as thebeginning of an objection from Jackson. “I know you think it’s your word against theirs but when the word reaches the whole pack that a High Council investigation is taking place, I think some rats will want to jump off the sinking ship because the pressure will be too great.”
“Okay,” said Jackson, agreeing on that point, “but if the publicity will stop them in their tracks, why should we move to your home?”
“That’s a back-up plan just in case some pack member starts feeling a little too much heat from the High Council’s investigation. The house is plenty big enough and there’s more than enough land for everyone to shift and take runs.”
“Okay, let’s say I agree with your reasoning—if your place is so remote and safe, why a team of enforcers?”
“That’s my security blanket, babe. My wolf is very protective of you and our pup right now. So, with extra manpower, my wolf and I can relax more and I can give you the support you need during your pregnancy,” growled Steel.
Jackson turned to Maximus, “Do you agree the Blackwood Pack should follow Steel’s plan?”
“I do, and I am going to add one more item to his plan. I’ll have Slate come here to help with security.”
Jackson paused, thinking about Steel’s plan and what it would mean to his brothers. He couldn’t deny he was quite shaken about what Steel had told him tonight. And he knew now without a shadow of doubt, his uncle would never stop until he could eliminate the last living thread to that land.
Would it be better to move to Steel’s house? It certainly was big enough but would my brothers feel comfortable there? They’d made a home here and everyone is settledin, even Zane, though that’s still a work in progress. What will the move do to his brother’s fragile equilibrium? Would Zane have a setback because of another change?
As Jackson sat mulling it over, he heard a knock on the door and Logan stuck his head in. “Oh sorry, didn’t know you had a meeting. I’ll come back later.”
“No, come in Logan. Steel found out why Silver Point killed our family,” said Jackson, handing his brother the email and application, then waited until Logan read them.
“Sonofabitch!”
“My reaction too.”
“What are you going to do?”
Turning to his mate. “Babe, tell Logan what you propose for the Blackwood Pack.”
Logan sat next to Maximus as Steel told him about the plan to handle the Silver Point Pack issue. Logan listened intently, contemplating all the points Steel made.If it means more protection for his brothers, then hell yes,but he knew the move would be unsettling, especially for Zane.Is the tradeoff worth it?Logan turned it around in his head several times before looking at Jackson. “Are you going to do it?”
Jackson nodded affirmatively. “Do you think it’s a good idea?”
“Yes,” Logan answered, “even with the drawbacks. I always thought we’d have to move at some point so this looks like a golden opportunity—to move to a ready-made house instead of building one like we had to do here.”
Jackson’s face softened with relief. “I’m glad you agree with my decision. Anytime I can give my brothers moreprotection it’s a no-brainer, even though I know it’ll be hard on some of them,” he said. “Now, what did you want before I got you side-tracked?”
“Dakota needs supplies and he wondered who you wanted to send to get them.”
“Have him prepare his list and Steel and I will go tomorrow morning after I stop at Jimmy’s to tell Mystia what I’ve decided,” replied Jackson. “Now that everything’s settled, let’s have dinner. I’m starving.”
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Waking up the next morning, Steel felt his cock encased in a hot wet mouth. Rolling onto his back, he lifted the covers, looking down at the most amazing sight that had appeared only in his dreams. Steel groaned at the wantonness of seeing Jackson’s full red lips sucking his cock as if it were the best lollipop his mate ever savored. Licking, sucking, then a twist of his tip by his mate’s hand while Jackson tongue-fucked his slit before deep-throating him. Steel moaned at the sensations, his fisted hands twisting the sheets.
His mate was deliberately teasing him with his unhurried actions. Steel lifted his hips to gain friction so he could come but his mate grabbed him, holding him down while continuing the maddeningly slow torture that Jackson obviously was an expert at. Frustrated, he was reduced to whimpering for relief, tossing his head from side-to-side. He was going to explode if Jackson kept this up. Finally, reduced to begging for release, Steel moaned, “Please…move dammit…more, please more.”
Jackson glanced up at his mate, seeing his unfocused, lust-filled eyes, knowing it was time. Steel had been reduced to jelly—that was his intention. Jackson grabbed his mate’s balls, gently rolling them in his hand while increasing his speed of sucking, taking Steel’s cock deepinto his throat repeatedly. Steel screamed and Jackson lifted his head so just Steel’s cock tip was in his mouth, catching his mate’s jism on his tongue and holding it in his mouth.
As Steel came back to earth, he pulled his mate up on his chest, gazing at Jackson’s very swollen lips that were curved into a smile.
