Jumping up, Cecil gave Tug a big kiss on the lips. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Remi wrapped his arms around Jaycee. “I’ll even allow that ball thing you wanted to be put up in the hall too,” he grumbled, but smiled.
Smiling, Jaycee glanced up at Remi. “Thank you.” She glanced at him. “I know you wanted the club to stay the same, but for one night, will it hurt?”
He shook his head. “No, Jaycee. One night won’t hurt. Maybe we can do it every Valentine’s Day.”
“You’re a good man, Tug. Thank you.” She looked at Cecil, then nodded at Stewart. “Go on, girl! Get your tattoo and piercings.”
Cecil moved over to the chair once more, and smiled at Stewart.
“Sorry about earlier.”
Stewart glanced up as all three of her mates surrounded her.
“What do we start with?”
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“Pierce her nipples first. That way they’ll be healed by tonight.”
Clayton’s gaze heated as he reached down, pulling her tube top down and exposing her breasts.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to mark the nipples again. They were just too tempting not to suck on them.” Tug smiled as Cecil moaned and glared up at him.
“Tug, cool it.” She squirmed as Stewart lifted her breast up and marked each nipple again.
Clayton smiled at him. “I think our mate likes to be on display.
Stewart didn’t even have to tease the nipples to get them hard.”
“I believe you’re right. We might have to explore that more later.”
Tug watched as the needle pushed through her nipple. She jerked a little, but held still while he placed the ring in her nipple.
“I think a pink diamond loop would look great in your nipples, and I know just the place to get them.” Tug’s gaze heated.
“My mom has this pink diamond chocker she gave me to give to you. Look for a pink dress tomorrow, Cecil.” Rory ran his hand down her chest and gently traced her pierced nipple as Stewart finished the other breast.
“Okay, that’s done. Let’s get this tattoo out of the way.” Stewart snarled and put away the piercing equipment. “The four of you have made me so hard, it’s hard to concentrate.” He picked up the new drawing he had done of Brandon.
Cecil teared up as she saw it. “You do great work. Thank you.”
She turned in the chair, leaning her breasts against the back of it, giving him her back.
Sam stepped up and glanced at the picture, smiling. “It looks just like him.”
“Where did you put their bodies, Sam? I want our family buried near each other.” Cecil glanced up at him.
He nodded. “I’ve already talked to Remi. He has arranged a spot just for our family. We’ll bury them in two days, before we get your son.”
She caught Remi’s eye across the room. “Thank you.”
“It’s the least we can do. There is a nice large oak tree that shades the site and a stream that runs around it. I think you’ll like it.”
“I’m sure I will.” She lowered her head, silently crying while Stewart worked on the tattoo.
Rory, why don’t you go get the room ready for tonight? There is a
box in the closet that Jaycee set in there earlier for us. Also, go to the
greenhouse and get as many flowers as you can. Let’s give her a night of
romance.
Clayton ran his hand through her hair.
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I’ll go to the greenhouse. Rory, you set the room up and I’ll meet
you there.
Tug leaned down, kissing her cheek. “I’ll see you upstairs, Cecil.”
* * * *
Cecil watched as both Tug and Rory left the room, admiring their nice, firm asses.
Boy, I could bite into those.
Both Tug and Rory glanced back at her at the doorway, smiling.
Her face burned as Remi smirked. “Damn, does
everyone
do the mind thing?” she mumbled.
Clayton leaned down next to her ear. “You sent your thoughts through the pack link. Everyone can hear them. You need to learn to block them or send them to us on our private connection.” He laughed.
She narrowed her gaze on him. “And how am I to do that? No one has taught me.”
“We’ll teach you tonight.” He patted her head, grinning.
Cecil grinned at Jaycee. “You know, it would be pretty cool to maybe have a girls’ link only. What do you think, Jaycee?”
Jaycee smiled and glanced up at Remi, who frowned. “Umm, I’ll have to work on that one. I’m sure Marsha can help me with it.”
“There will be no girls’ link,” Dane snarled. “You don’t need to keep any secrets from your mates.”
“Hey it could be just girl talk. You know, ‘oh that guy has a cute ass’ or ‘he has big feet, wonder if…’” Jaycee squealed as Remi slapped her ass.
Cecil looked down at Clayton’s feet, smiling when he lowered his head down in her vision. “And?”
She glanced away, smiling her face hot. “I think what the old saying is true, at least in your case.” Cecil giggled. “But then, I haven’t seen many cocks before.”
Clayton ran his finger down her cheek. “Thank you, but I’m afraid your quest to see if the old statement is true is over. There will be no checking out other men’s cocks. Is that understood?”
Smiling, she nodded. “But there are ways to find out how big a man is even if he is dressed. You do know this, right?” Cecil teased and grabbed the top of the chair as Stewart hit a sensitive spot on her back with the needle.
Mark snarled, drawing her attention. “I don’t think any mated female should be checking out any man.”
Sheila reached over and swatted him on the head. “Please, like you don’t check out the females in the pack. Jaycee and I have seen all three of you doing that, so don’t even start.”
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Tug ran into the room. “We have a problem. The clinic was attacked.” He glanced at Cecil.
Remi released Jaycee, running out of the room. “Jaycee, take the females down into the tunnels now.”
So it had started slowly. Cecil stood and tears filled her eyes. She knew it would be only a matter of time before they had retaliated.
Would
they come for her now?
No one is going to touch you. Go to the tunnels, Cecil, with the
women. You’ll be safe there.
Clayton’s voice was strong and comforting as she glanced up at Jaycee.
“He’s right, you know. They won’t get to us.” She held out her hand and all of them moved into the pack house and down the stairs to the tunnels.
More than one hundred females, children, and guards filed into the tunnels from different openings. Marsha came up to them and wrapped her arm around Cecil. “Believe in them, Cecil. I know it’s hard to trust, but they will protect you.”
“I trust them, but they haven’t seen these things in action. I have.”
Cecil moved to one of the chairs in the tunnel and sat down, watching the women comfort the children. That was when she heard one of the women tell Jaycee the snake men had broken through their lines of defense on the southern part of the pack lands.
Jaycee met her gaze and held it. “You will
not
do it, Cecil. Think of your child.”
“They won’t hurt me. They need me alive to take care of him.”
Cecil stood, but all of a sudden, two large men blocked her path.
Stepping up next to the men, Jaycee smiled at them. “Cecil, these are my brothers and they are now your personal guards.”
Cecil shook her head and sat back down. “How could you, Jaycee?”
She kneeled down next to her. “I made the same mistake you were about to, Cecil. Look at me.” Jaycee’s alpha voice was strong and firm.
Jaycee smiled and took Cecil’s hand, placing it over her swollen belly. At once all three of her children were there in Cecil’s mind, comforting her. The boy’s power filled her, connecting her with her own child, Cade.
She closed her eyes, surrounding him with love.
We’ll be there
soon, I promise, little one.
You’ll never get my son!
Rick hissed into her mind, breaking the connection with her son. She jumped back, snapping her eyes open.
Marsha pushed Jaycee out of the way.
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“Give me your hands, now.” Cecil didn’t have a chance to argue as Marsha poured her power into her, connecting once more to the child’s father.
You will die soon.
Were the only words Cecil understood as Marsha stood and smiled. “Now the men have nothing to worry about with that man.” Marsha turned, humming to herself.
“Okay, please tell me what happened.” Cecil’s gaze was angry and full of hatred.
“That man is now a toad and there is no reversal for Marsha’s spell,” Jaycee said. “His men won’t know what to do. It will give our men time to take control now and retrieve your son.”
“She really turned him into a toad?” Cecil smiled as Jaycee nodded.
“Marsha is very powerful. No one goes against her and she’s taken a liking to you. Better watch out, though.” Jaycee leaned over, grinning. “Once Momma claims you as her child to protect, you’d better listen to every word she says, because she has this way of punishing you…”
“Jaycee, enough. You’re scaring her and I’m not
that
bad.”
Marsha frowned at her, waving her finger at her.
Patting Cecil’s hands, Jaycee rose. “Don’t worry, sister. We’ll take care of you. You’re family now.”
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Chapter Thirteen
Cecil paced back and forth in her living room. It had been two days since she had seen any of their mates. Even Jaycee hadn’t seen her mates for the last two days and both of them were going nuts. Cecil’s body burned, needing them to ease the sexual heat.
“I swear I’m going to kill them!” Jaycee threw her glass across the room. “They can send messages through the pack to us, but they can’t contact us? This is bullshit.”
Marsha shook her head. “Calm down, Jaycee. It’s not good for the babies. At least we’re out of the tunnels and it’s safe around here. Did your dress show up yet?” she asked, changing the subject, the sly old lady.
Jaycee grinned. “Sure did, and I hope they choke when they see what I’m wearing.”
Cecil laughed. “We’re going to be in so much trouble when they see those dresses. At least they won’t be able to make us wear something else since we’ll be changing at the club tomorrow night.”
Turning, Marsha glared at both of them. “Okay, what did you do now?”
Moving towards the food on the buffet table, Jaycee waved her hand. “They said we could pick out a couple of dresses, so we did. Nothing bad about that, but it just so happens our dresses are from a very exclusive designer who only designs for, well, how can I say this…?” She tapped her finger on her nose, turning to grin at Marsha. “For the hottest special clubs in California,” she finished.
“You can’t mean Francesca Grant?” Marsha’s eyes grew large, as Jaycee nodded. “How do
you
know her, and why would she design gowns for you?”
Jaycee smiled. “Well, remember when we had all Clayton’s things moved? That night, it seems a letter of Miss Francesca’s slipped out of his stuff. This so-called letter mentioned she couldn’t wait to come to the Valentine’s Dance tomorrow night and be Clayton’s escort for the weekend.”
Cecil growled.
“Why that dirty double-crossing son of a bitch,” Marsha said. “He is toad meat!”
“I called this Francesca, claiming to be Clayton’s secretary,”
Jaycee continued. “Well, to make a long story short, Clayton never cancelled his date and she’s furious. So she volunteered to make our dresses special for that night. Of course she’ll be there too, just to make him squirm.”
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Marsha smiled. “Oh, this is better than toad meat.”
Cecil sat down around the table as they told her their plan. “Oh guess what? We have a surprise for you, too.” Cecil jumped up and ran upstairs, grabbing the garment bags and bringing them back down.
“This is your dress. We asked if she would mind making one more. Jaycee gave her your measurements.” Cecil stepped off the stairs as Marsha carefully took the one bag and unzipped it.
“Oh my, your father is going to have a stroke.” She grinned. “But what a way to go!” She laughed, tracing her hands over the silver silk dress. Marsha then pulled Cecil’s dress out of the bag.
“My men wanted pink. What do you think?” Cecil giggled.
Marsha and Jaycee laughed. “I think they’ll get more pink from your skin than that dress. My God, look at it. There are satin lace holes everywhere.” Marsha touched the material.
“Yep, and Jaycee’s is almost the same, except hers is black.”
Jaycee displayed her own gown.
“I have Pam coming over in a few. She’s going to pick up the dresses and put them in the women’s room under lock and key. That way, the men won’t know what hit them. You’re going to get ready with us, aren’t you?” Jaycee asked.
“You’re damn right, I am. Where’s Sheila?” Marsha frowned, as Sheila came in, carrying her dress.
“Right here. I had to run back and grab the dresses for Pam. Do you honestly think I would miss out on this? Please.” She laid her dress over the couch as all four of them laughed.
“Question. What if they don’t get back before the dance?” Cecil nibbled her lip.
Jaycee growled. “They’d better. If not, we’ll just wear the dresses and find us some other men who want to dance with us.”
Cecil glanced down at the ground. “I don’t think I could dance with anyone else, Jaycee. I’m just not ready for that.”
You will not be dancing with anyone but us, so don’t worry about
it. We’ll be home in about two hours,
Clayton said into her head, and she jumped.
Then she smiled at the other women. “Well, it seems the boys are finally on their way back.” The doorbell rang, and they all watched as their guard opened the door for Pam.
She came strolling in, rubbing her hands. “So, let me see them.”
Jaycee grinned, opening her bag once more. “What do you think?”
Pam laughed so hard she grabbed her stomach. “I think you’re going to get strapped to the spanking bench tomorrow night.”
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Shaking her head, Jaycee leaned over. “I used the spanking bench for a table,” she whispered and once again Pam roared with laughter.
“You’re so bad,” Pam said. “Hand them over. I heard through the grapevine that they’re on their way home. I want to get these all locked up.