Chapter 14 - Alek

I panted, sliding Iris off me. She panted, hands still gripping my shoulders, breasts heaving.

"Feel better?" I asked.

She gave a breathless laugh. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I needed that."

"I'm glad."

Still hovering above me, she looked me up and down, and her grin turned wicked. Her fingers slid down my stomach, slowly drawing lines of fire as she did.

"I don't think you've been taken care of yet," she purred. "I think I need to repay the favor."

She crouched on my legs, still pinning me to the bed, her eyes not leaving my face as she took my dick in her hand.

I raised an eyebrow. "You didn't get enough the first time?" I asked.

"Alek," she said, each individual finger caressing my cock. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

Her tongue ran up the shaft, circling the head, licking her juices off it before taking me in her mouth. I groaned, hands going to her hair and tangling themselves in it. She bobbed up and down, her tongue continuing to flick and send new jolts of pleasure through me. Her hand went to my balls, squeezing just enough for me to let out a soft "fuck."

I'd nearly come earlier when she'd been giving me head, only barely being able to hold back. The way her hands stroked my cock, along with the magical mouth of hers, would have been enough to undo any man. I groaned, throwing my head back as the pressure kept building and growing with every stroke.

My grip on her hair tightened as she sped up, her fingers and mouth gliding in perfect time, making her lips and tongue the only thing that mattered. I would have kept her there all day if I could have. I groaned, watching her breasts move with the rest of her body, bouncing in time with her head.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. My hands forced her head in place, keeping her there as I shot cum into her mouth. I moaned as that sense of pressure and need ebbed, but didn't fully dissipate. I doubted it ever would when it came to Iris.

She sat back on her haunches, licking her lips as she swallowed. Her eyes did not leave my face as her mouth quirked upward in the mischievous smirk that always drove me wild.

"Well?" she asked, her voice playful. "Did I repay the favor?"

I pulled her toward me so she was lying on top of me and kissed her again, loving the way our scents mixed together.

"I think I might be in your debt again," I said.

"I think you might be."

I gripped her hips, still looking up at her. "While I've got you here, I have a confession to make."

Iris raised her eyebrows, eyes searching mine as her body tensed, waiting for the shoe to drop.

"What?" she asked.

"Remember how we met? With the berries?"

She nodded. "Of course. Kind of hard to forget when a guy saves your life."

"Yeah…" I grinned sheepishly. "I lied. They were blackberries."

She blinked. "What?"

"I was out hunting when I first saw you. I thought you were gorgeous, and I wanted to talk to you. But I was a wolf, and I didn't think you would take kindly to a naked guy in the woods trying to talk to you, so I made up my mind to come back again later. Several times. When I finally saw you again, I knew I couldn't let the opportunity pass me up again. And so I made up the bit about the poisoned berries so I had an excuse to talk to you."

"You lied about the berries so you could talk to me?" she asked, drawing out each word as if still processing it.

"It was the first thing that came into my head! Though, in hindsight, maybe not the best pickup line."

She stared in disbelief. Then she started to giggle. And the giggles turned into full-out laughter.

"Asshole," she said. Then yanked me toward her, so our lips collided. "You made me terrified of blackberries for years."

"I guess the kiss means I'm forgiven?" I asked.

"Hmm…I don't know." She ran her hands along my chest, tracing the muscles in a way that sent shivers down my spine. "I think you're going to have to make it up to me."

I smirked, tilting my head. "I can think of a couple of ways to do that." Gripping her even tighter, I spun her over so I was pinning her to the bed, her wrists locked behind mine. "Starting now."

***

I knew something was wrong the instant Malcolm stalked out onto the patio.

He was supposed to be at my house, teaching Iris about her abilities and how to use them. I'd given them some space by going over to Jameson's mansion and relaxing for a while, enjoying the sun and nursing a beer as I hung out with Jameson, Rand, Tannen, and a few of the other Silver Wolves. For the first time since Iris had arrived, things really seemed to be going well on all fronts, and I was starting to feel like maybe we would be able to get control over all of this. But that changed when Malcolm stalked outside.

I stood straight, knocking over my beer in my haste to get up. "What's wrong?" I asked, stalking toward him.

Malcolm's jaw tightened. "I was starting to teach Iris a bit about her abilities," he began. "As we were talking, she let slip that her visions were getting stronger. More vivid. She's able to see them in more detail. Specifically, her visions about her family coming to take her."

"What does that mean?" But I could tell by the solemnity on my old boss's face that it was nothing good.

"It means that those visions are becoming more likely to happen," he said. "Clairvoyance is imprecise, and not all visions come true. But the more specific they get, the closer they are to happening."

I kept my face impassive, but inside, my mind was racing. My wolf paced back and forth, snarling and flexing his claws. I wasn't about to let Iris go back to that terrible family who treated her like shit.

"Is it guaranteed?" I asked. "Is there no way of stopping it?"

"I don't know," Malcolm admitted. "At some point, there's a threshold where there's no going back. If she sees it, it's going to happen. But I don't know enough about psychics to tell you when that will happen."

"Helpful," I snarled.

"Easy, bud," Rand said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Getting mad isn't going to make this any easier."

"I'm not letting her go back," I said. Inside, my wolf was snarling, howling, raging at the thought that someone would try to take Iris away from him. I couldn't blame him, and I could feel his emotions taking over, entwining with mine.

"And we're going to help in whatever way we can, Alek. Don't bite our heads off," Jameson said.

I muttered irritably, trying to temper the impulse to lash out even further. I'd never been great at not being reactionary. But now wasn't the time to act without thinking. If Iris was in danger, I needed to be deliberate, figure out a plan, and stick to it. It was harder than I'd expected it to be. I exhaled, unclenching my fists.

"We have to stop them," I said.

Jameson nodded. "Of course. We can start making sure she has 24-hour protection, even when you're not there."

Some of the tension ebbed from my shoulders. "Thanks. Yeah. Sounds good."

"That does raise an interesting question," Tannen said, tapping his chin. "Does knowing about the prophecy affect the outcome? Are we inadvertently going to cause the vision to come true by attempting to prevent it?"

"Ray of sunshine, you are," Rand retorted. "And doesn't help us either way."

"We're not going to let them take her," Jameson said. "We'll come up with a plan and try to make sure everything turns out all right, okay?"

"Yeah. Now's not the time to go after them and tear them to shreds," Tannen said.

"Not that it doesn't sound very appealing," Rand replied. "But you're right. Things are already rough enough."

"Great," I muttered, running my fingers through my hair. I had to temper my frustration, to keep those urges down and not act on them, but I could try. For Iris's sake, and for the sake of our cubs. "Right. Let's figure something out. I also need to find out how to tell Iris all this."

"Tell her the truth," Malcolm said. "That girl's stronger than she thinks she is. I've seen it. Soon enough, she will, too. But keeping it from her isn't going to bring anything but more trouble. And I think you'll be surprised at how well she handles it."