Race to Destiny 4 (12 page)

*****

The men waited and grumbled, so far they had to take a man to the clinic where Darien helped remove the bullet from their Enforcer
’s ass, and then had to give him a raise to even continue to guard the females.  Orfeo had demanded Cat open the door, since she was only one who was sober.  Then he got pissed when she took a picture of all of them flipping off the phone camera and grinning, and sent it to all their phones.

That set off Darien, Tey, and Jaden explaining what they were in store for now that their women had been turned to the dark side.  Eric and Striker joined the others in the exclamation of horror of what the group had done in Milliken. 

“Hey, you lost control, now you just have to manage them.  As their numbers grow, the worse it will be.  I would expect at least one fire and more of your Enforcers being shot.  I would increase their salary now.”  Jaden laughed.

“
No, my mate will listen when I spank that ass,” Orfeo said smugly and the Milliken boys rolled on the floor laughing and gasping for air.  “What?”

“
Good luck with that.”  Darien howled.

Hours later when the doors opened and they were allowed to collect their mates, it was Cat who ordered them to take the women to their rooms, and she handed out a vial with orders to mix it will her coffee in the morning.  Orfeo made one demand and got slapped down, which caused all of them to laugh again.

Mia woke with a pounding in her head.  She moaned as she rolled over and her stomach seemed to protest.  She threw an arm over her eyes, as the sun in the room was too much for her.  She heard two chuckles from the side of the bed and cracked one eye open to see her men looking down at her.

"Good morning, love.  How are you feeling this morning?” Striker said in a hushed voice.

Mia curled her lip at him and said, "Just peachy, thanks.  Can I please have some water?"

Eric lifted his hand and she saw he had brought her a glass.  As she reached out to get it, sitting up slowly, he also handed her a couple of aspirins.  "I thought these might help as well,” he said just as quietly.

Mia grunted.  "Thanks.
”  She took the pills and then downed the glass of water, setting it on the bedside table.  "I need a shower,” she said as she went to get up.

"Do you want me
to fix you something to eat?” Eric asked.

Mia stopped at the end of the bed, standing there gloriously naked, both her men perus
ing her body thoroughly as she said, "Just some toast maybe and coffee, lots of coffee."

Eric laughed and said, "Coming right up."

"How about if I help you shower?” Striker asked her as he followed her into the bathroom.

Mia glanced over her shoulder and smiled.  "That might be nice."

Eric paused and looked over his shoulder and smiled.  “After the shower,” he laughed and went into the bathroom instead.

Striker bent and swooped her into his arms and stalked to the bathroom. 
“I can’t wait to take this ass.”

She looked up at him in surprise. 
“Oh,” she said, never thinking her ass was that sexy.

“
Don’t worry, I will take care of you,” he said and set her on her feet and then she was in front of Eric who was already standing in the shower. 
Oh my
, she thought,
this was going to be a freaking awesome shower
.

Striker stepped behind her and they had her between them. 
“Let’s enjoy this, shall we.”

Striker stepped closer and slid his already hard cock between her thighs, her inner walls tightened and she felt her pussy craving them. 

“Ready to take this to a new level?” Eric whispered and she moaned and nodded.  Her hangover dissipating as she felt both men’s arousal through their connection.  Her love flowed through them all.  The shower was huge and gave them plenty of room to move.  She smiled when both of them made sure they took care of her with their wandering hands.  Getting the soap lathered, they began to wash her.  She smiled and grabbed the soap and helped them as well.

It was Striker who gather a lot of soap and turned her a little so her back was fully to him, he smoothed the bubbles over her ass and when she felt his thumb press against the tight muscle ring she stood on her tiptoes and squealed. 

“Easy, baby,” he whispered and she relaxed.

They both worked her body nice and easy, Eric in the front and Striker in the back, she was panting after a few minutes as her body craved the connection to be re-established once again.  It was as if they hadn
’t even made love the day before.  Her emotions were swirling around all of them, and then she felt Striker pushing one finger, then two into her rear hole. 
Shit, she could probably come from that alone
, she thought.  Striker stretched her; the sensation actually was enjoyable and she was soon pushing back against him as he pumped two then three fingers into her.

“
Ready, baby?” Striker said and she nodded.  “Crawl up Eric’s body for me.”

She nodded and laughed at Eric
’s eyebrows wiggling.  He held out his arms and she practically jumped up to get there quicker.  She gasped when he impaled her onto his shaft slowly but with determination. 

Striker came up and caressed her ass again and she moaned. 
“Easy, just give me a minute,” he said and she nodded.

She felt him push his fingers in slowly until her ass was pulsing for him and he withdrew, the warm water flowed around them, and she took a deep breath.  Striker pushed his thick cock against her ass.  She felt him pop through the first ring, she signed, the initial bite of pain eased, and she relaxed, then as he slid against Eric
’s cock, she groaned.  The friction was amazing. 

The men worked together easing her.  When they were finally joined as one, she opened her passion-filled eyes and looked at Eric who was grinning.  She smiled and leaned back a little, allowing herself to take the last little bit of them together.  The water flowing between all of them as it hit just right, making their skin slick with the remaining soap.  Mia nodded and they began to move.  Striker held onto her hips and Eric wrapped them all together so no one would fall.

Striker guided them in the dance, slowly pulling out while Eric remained.  Then they switched and she got used to the amazing rhythm they set.  She had died and gone to heaven.  She thought the claiming was out of this world.  However, being joined with both her men was short of a miracle, they were both caring, and making sure she was fine as they moved, not wanting to hurt her, she knew.  But her body had a mind of its own when it came to these two men and she growled at them.  They chuckled but understood her impatience.

Eric kissed her deeply and when he released her mouth Striker nudged her until she turned her head and kissed him as well.  Who know she was this flexible.  Her joy of their coming together radiated out through her and her men moved faster.  Making sure she was okay but also building the passion in a way only they had been able to do to her.

Eric grunted first as he felt the magic flow out of him once again and wrap around the three of them in a cocoon.  The tingling caused them all to climax together as they screamed their completion.  Mia was panting and holding still as they remained joined for a moment.  When Striker finally pulled from her and Eric lowered her gently to the ground, she grinned.

“
New rule,” she laughed and the men looked at her.  “We start every day like this until we are old and gray.”

The men laughed and they finished the shower together, once again cleaning each other in all the right places.

Diavolo slammed his hand down on his desk.  "How the fuck could you lose her?  You were there
before
the ferry!"

The man jumped and said, "I'm sorry.  I am the only one to survive."

He sneered at him.  "Oh really?  You think so?”  Using his preternatural speed, he leaped over the desk and ripped out the man's throat.  As the man bled out on the floor, he said, "Now there were no idiots to survive."

"We know where the plane went, sir.”
  The Rogue at the back of the room offered.

Diavolo spun to look at him as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief.  "Good.  Clean this up and then we will go there.  It's obvious I need to be on site to give the orders as you imbeciles c
an't seem to pull it off on your own.”  He wiped the blood and skin off his hand with disgust.

"Yes, sir,”
the Rogue said.  "Also, your brother called."

He sighed. 
Shit.  Not now
.  He was going to have to listen to Roarke whine about not having the girl yet.  He couldn't believe they hadn't gotten the job done.  It had all been set up perfectly and they had failed.  He needed to find the two men with her and eliminate them as well.  Now, at least, he knew that one of them was a vampire who helped.  He could deal with one of his own.

He walked over to his desk and picked up his cell phone.  He called his brother's number, when his brother picked up, he said, "Well?”

"Close but not yet,”
his brother informed him.  "I am going to get her tomorrow."

"Get it
done.  Roarke is freaking out,” Diavolo said.  "I need him to shut up.  I have other issues.”  Diavolo hung up without waiting for an answer.

He set his phone down and sat down in his chair.  Tomorrow he had to get his hands on that woman and be done with
this.  Why in the hell had he agreed to help with this mess?  Oh yeah, the money.  He needed the damn money.

*****

When they finally emerged from their suites, the others were waiting.  Cami grinned when she saw her looking rosy and fresh.  “Someone got a little too,” she teased and Mia rolled her eyes and then winked at Cami.  Her men frowned, walked her to the table, and sat her down.

“
What are we discussing her?” Eric asked and sat down.

“
Well,” Orfeo cleared his throat.  “We are discussing our plan to attack the place that Mia remembered hearing about in France, while our mates apparently have come up with a plan of their own as a diversion.” 

“
What?” Striker bellowed and his eyes went to Mia who stared straight ahead and refused to look at them.

“
Exactly,” Orfeo snarled.  “They want to help, according them, they are not shrinking violets and can fight the same as the rest of them.  So, they want to take Mia, and the others, INCLUDING MY PREGNANT WIFE, on an excursion to Paris.  Apparently they are going to use Cami and Mia as bait.”

There was silence as Eric and Striker thought it through, Mia could feel the anger and dismay from them that she had gone along with this.  They had seen her when she was frightened.  How on earth could she ever imagine they
would allow her to actually offer herself up as bait.  And the Alpha female of the New Council, Quin would kill them all.

It was Eric who spoke first, he took a deep breath and chose and his words wisely.  “
Are you out of your fucking mind?  Not only would we never allow Mia to go off without us, but Quin will have a coronary, and I am pretty sure we will all be in the cross fire of that anger.  I, for one, vote that we go with our plan, and lock these women in the dungeon, with a case of wine and some food until we return.”

The murmur of agreement to Eric
’s little announcement was annoying.  Mia took a deep breath and looked at Cami who smiled a little and winked.  She switched her gaze to Jo, then Cloe, who both nodded.  Then her Alpha, Cat, who smiled, Jax and Fredi who leaned back and crossed their arms over their chests. 

“
Okay, now….” Orfeo said, acting like the whole thing had been decided.

Mia closed her eyes and made sure she teared up before continuing, “
No, not okay,” she said with a shaky voice.  Of course they would think it was from fear, but right now it was from anger.

“
Mia?” Striker said, feeling exactly what she wanted him to feel, and that was sadness.

“
Striker…Eric…” she said, turning a little in her chair and took one of their hands.  “I need to do this, don’t you understand, I have to try to take what they tried to take away from me back.  I will never know if I am worthy of this appointment, I have unfinished business that I have to complete before I can move on.”  Mia turned to look at the men who were shifting in their seats around the table, obviously bothered like her mates were at the sight of a woman crying.

Last night Cami had told them all how to deal with their men.  Although it seemed a little underhanded and conniving, Cat and
the others had agreed that their men were protectors—that was who they were.  And if they wanted to be looked at as more than just a weak little arm piece, they had to figure out how the make them see they were capable of dealing with shit.  They would wrap them in bubble wrap and refuse to let them be who they were destined to be, which, to be honest, was Bitches in Charge of the Senate.  They would never have been chosen to be a part of the Senate unless someone larger than all of them hadn’t thought they could handle what was to come.  Which was war.  When the Senate was finished being set, they all knew what was to come.  War, involving not only them, but the entire shifter race would be coming out to the humans.  Unless they defeated the Rouges, it would never happen.

This moment, right now, would set the course of the way things had to be run.  The men may protest but they had to know that the women were capable of actually fighting for what was right.  None of them were wallflowers who could sit by if
one of their own was out risking their lives.  Cloe explained how all of the New Council women had been trained over time.  To defend themselves and whoever stood next to them.  It was the only way the Rogues wouldn’t see the women as a weak point.  They were not.  So a little deception was worth the price she knew she would have to pay when her men discovered what she had been doing.

“
I refuse to let them win, surely you understand that.  They tried to take my soul and crush it, and they almost succeeded.  I will not let them take one more thing from me without fighting back.”  She sniffed.  Although she was laying it on thick, she also believed exactly what she was saying.

None of the men would meet her eye, instead they waited while Eric and Striker foug
ht their feelings, she could tell they were having a muffled conversation in their heads.  It was funny that they thought they could hide things from her when they did that.  She could hear them in the distance, and if she were alone, she could focus and hear.  But all she did was feel the conflict in them and waited to see if they would figure out that she needed this.  Cami, Cloe, and Jo were more than capable of watching all their backs, and they would take Tey and Darien with them.  Jaden was going to be fighting alongside Orfeo as a show of solidarity.

Finally, Striker sighed and put a hand to his face.  “
Let’s hear it, but I am not letting you go anywhere without one of us.  So, if we can make this work, then we grudgingly agree.”

Mia smiled at th
em and allowed the love she felt for them flow though their connection.

*****

Virani looked out his window. 
Damn his family
.  They were going to fuck up his life yet.  Diavolo had been calling nonstop asking for information.  The only reason he wanted to talk to Virani was because he currently was considered unimportant in the shifting world, so he would be told certain things.  Also, he was still invited to meetings of the shifter and magical community since he was the Alpha of his little band of misfits.  At least that is what they saw, none of them looked deeper, and that was a good thing because he had his men everywhere gathering information.

For example, he knew Orfeo and the Senate were going after his brother
’s hideaway in France in a week or so.  Would he tell Diavolo?  No, because Virani was certain his brother would still be there in residence, and come what may, he wanted him dead.  The shifty little pecker was going to get what he deserved, and then he would be able to become a member of the community without anyone ever knowing that he was brothers with the asshole.  That was the only thing holding him back for joining the Senate. 

His phone rang and he put a hand to his nose and pinched it briefly before answering.  “
Yes,” he said dryly into the phone.

“
Brother,” Diavolo growled, not bothering to contain the rage he apparently was having.

“
Yes?” Virani said waiting. 

“
I need information, and now.  Roarke is pissed and demanding results now.  He wants to attack the New Council compound soon, but he needs to have the Senate under control before he does.  Time grows short, and they keep adding members.  My neck is on the line.  It is my job to take care of the Senate so the New Council cannot fulfill their stupid little prophesies.  I thought you agreed with our stance on the whole ‘coming out’ thing?  We are fine with the way it is.  The humans will never understand and they will try to cage us,” Diavolo said slowly.  When he tried to talk reasonable, he actually sounded like a normal person, but his brother’s fault lay at trying to separate his feelings with his reasonable side.

“
We need to be in control of the humans, that way they will know their place in the world.  Like they should bow to us, the pissants.”  And there was the real Diavolo.

“
I have heard nothing as of yet,” Virani lied.  “I will send out some of my men and see if I can get some answers, although I don’t agree with everything Roarke does, I do believe that coming out to the humans is a bad idea.” 
Gag
, he thought.

“
Okay, I will remain where I am for now, but soon I will need to go to Italy, I need to be closer to the Senate, show them who they are dealing with.  I don’t think they actually think of me as a threat, they are focused on Roarke.  Fuck them, they will learn who really has the drive in all of this,” Diavolo growled and slammed the phone down.

Give me strength
, he thought and looked back out the window.  He was going to have to make his presence known sooner rather than later.  Orfeo and the others needed to know what was going on.  He only hoped he survived the introductions.  Virani was all in, he would reveal his connection to Diavolo.  But first, he would make sure some of his men were in range to help the Senate if needed in France, he would love to take his brother down.