“Yes, it is coming to an end so just hang on for a little while longer,” assured Oracle, bending down, kissing Steel’s cheek.
“Oh, one more thing, Mom, I want to surprise Jackson before he begins to show too much. With all this Silver Point pack business, I haven’t been able to romance him the way he deserves. So, I need a favor. Can you arrange for the helicopter to be at my disposal? I want to whisk my mate away for a babymoon.”
“Oh, what a lovely idea!” exclaimed Oracle, smiling broadly. “Consider it done,” she said and then, kissing Steel’s cheek again, left his office.
Steel knew exactly what he wanted to do for Jackson’s babymoon; he was sure his mate would love it. Of course, it had to be a surprise so when it was revealed, his mate would have a teary ‘Oh Babe’ moment. Deep down, Steel knew the babymoon would mean as much to him as it would to his mate but before he made reservations, he’d wait until Jackson’s morning sickness and tiredness abated so they both could enjoy it.
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Fuming as the pack’s attorney reviewed the complaint against Silver Point, Josiah tapped his fingers in an endless beat, waiting for the lawyer’s advice. He’d told Rudy to keep looking for Jackson, his mate, and his brothers despite the High Council’s warning. He’d thought about how to get around the ban on harming members of the Blackwood Pack and the first step of his plan was the reason Boris Calhoun was sitting in his office.
“Well, is there a way to contest the complaint so the High Council declines to investigate it?” snarled Josiah, impatiently.
“The Complaint is well put together and seems to have all the elements necessary for the High Council to launch an investigation,” Boris said, before pausing at Josiah’s growl. “However, the one point I see as a problem for the Blackwood Pack is, they don’t have an eyewitness to testify it was Silver Point Pack who committed the crime. The complaint gives circumstantial evidence but contains no concrete proof to support their claim your pack is responsible.”
Josiah let out his breath. “So how would I go about challenging it?”
“Demand they produce an eyewitness who can clearly identify who killed the Fox River Pack,” Boris explained. “If they can’t do that, then insist the accusation be withdrawn.”
Josiah smiled darkly. “Thank you, Boris. I’ll do as you suggest. And thanks, also, for coming out at such short notice.”
Boris stood and shook Josiah’s hand before walking out of his office. Josiah then summoned Rudy to his office.
“I want you to find out where those boys are and once you locate them call me immediately, is that understood?”
“Yes,” said Rudy, somewhat puzzled. “But you’ve already told me to find them. What’s different this time?”
“This time, I don’t want any action taken against them unless I personally give you the okay. You’ll kill them only on my word, understand?” growled Josiah. “Are you clear on my instructions?”
“Yes,” answered Rudy.
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Jackson was dreaming of a toddler whose silky black hair kept falling into his eyes as he played hide and seek with Steel. Reaching out to catch him when he ran past, Jackson’s eyes shot open when Steel murmured, “What are you dreaming about? Our pup again?”
Steel was rewarded with a slow, sleepy smile from Jackson as his mate turned into his arms.
Jackson yawned before he asked, “What time is it?” wondering how long he’d slept.
“Late enough that you slept through your morning sickness,” answered Steel.
“Well, that’s a blessing,” chortled Jackson.
Swatting his mate’s ass, Steel said, “Smartass,” reaching down to Jackson’s belly. Caressing his mate’s tiny baby bump, he said, “Dakota made you a late lunch so it’s time to get out of bed and eat something for that growing pup.”
Jackson rolled out of bed. “Good, because my stomach is growling and I feel like I could eat a whole deer,” he said. Then, pausing at the door, he announced, “Last one in the shower has to blow me,” giggling as his mate jumped quickly out of bed, making a mad dash for the bathroom. But Jackson got there first and, with a leer on his face, he sassed, “Make it slow and tight, babe. I want to feel it all the way to my toes.”
Steel loved his teasing mate but it had been a while since he saw this side of him. Between the vomiting and tiredness, the pregnancy was taking a hard toll on Jackson’s body and, on top of that, Steel knew the emotional stress of the Silver Point kill order weighed heavily on Jackson’s mind. So, it was a welcome surprisethat Jackson was in a playful mood, and damned if Steel wasn’t ready to play.
He walked into the shower, seeing Jackson’s perfect bubble butt staring up at him as his mate bent forward wiggling his ass, tempting Steel to do more than a blow job. He groaned as his cock hardened, realizing Jackson was preparing himself for Steel.Hot
fucking damn, his lover was making sure Steel was going to enjoy this just as much as Jackson did.
Steel’s hand reached for his hard, leaking cock—tugging it slowly and lazily, in no hurry to rush this along—while gazing at Jackson’s fingers going just as slowly in and out of his perfect, pink puckered rose. He could hear the gasps and other sounds coming from his mate as their need grew. Steel loved all the sounds Jackson made but especially those gasping moans that brought him to the verge of coming every time.
Deciding not to waste an opportunity like this, Steel brushed Jackson’s fingers away, growling, “Mine,” replacing them in one thrust with his aching cock. Bottoming out in his mate, Steel stilled, giving Jackson time to get used to the fullness in him. “Move, now!” demanded Jackson. With one hand on his mate’s hip to hold him in place, Steel reached around with his other, wrapping his fingers around Jackson’s stiff cock, gripping it, stroking it slowly, giving little twists to the tip each time he reached it.
Jackson was alternately in heaven or being driven insane by all the sensations tingling through his body. When he asked for it slow and hard, he never dreamed Steel knew how to deliver it so perfectly; he was now in danger of melting from the heat his mate was generating in him. All rational thought had left him, instead incoherentwhimpers, moans, and gasps steadily streamed from his lips as he tried to remain standing.
