Chapter Eleven

**Sloan**

“*What a day!*” Sloan thought as he sat amongst his family, sipping his scotch and reflecting on his day.

It started with him waking up on the couch in the Den with a painful morning erection. After a quick cold shower and two jerk-off sessions, he continued his day by having back-to-back meetings with different pack members, then a lengthy video conference call with other Alphas to discuss the growing rogue problem.

Then Myra joined him for breakfast, and all his concentration went to hell.

Throughout the day, he found himself staring at her from across the room and continuously inhaling her scent mixed with her vanilla soap.

It was a heady combination, both figuratively and literally.

Three days ago, she lit up when she saw the library in the Den. After wondering the various shelves, she situated herself in a quiet corner with a novel while keeping his company as he worked.

However, Sloan noticed that Myra would disappear and return fresh from a bath. Her last shower was a complete game-changer.

“*You are full of surprises. I can’t wait for a lifetime worth of them and adventures at every turn.*” He thought, smiling into his scotch, thinking about her grinding against his... ”*Jesus, I shouldn’t be thinking about that with my parents and siblings in the same room.*”

Myra glanced at him, and he winked at her, causing her to blush uncontrollably. She was sitting on top of Megan’s lap, who reached up and whispered into her ear, causing Myra’s mouth to drop open. She turned her shocked face to Megan, who was laughing wildly under her.

Respectively, he didn’t listen in. But what a shame. His sister’s gagging reaction indicated that she’d heard every word. Getting to know her friendship with Trouble over the past couple of days, whatever she said had to be something naughty.

Declan entered the room and made direct eye contact with him. Sloan nodded, and Declan blinked once and nodded in agreement. It was their non-verbal way of saying that Elizabeth was secured and awaiting his judgement.

Sloan felt like his whole world exploded when Elizabeth burst into the room and declared the challenge. He was ready to step in for his female and defend her honour, damn the rules. No one was taking his mate away from him. No one.

“Young Alpha?” Sloan looked up at Elder Reagan standing before him.

“*Shit! Get your head in the game, Jamison.*” Sloan scolded himself. He cleared his throat and his mind before addressing the man. “Elder Reagan... are you leaving us so soon?”

“No... umm, could I have a moment in private?”

Sloan nodded and got up. When they moved past Myra, Sloan unconsciously bent down and kissed her on the crown of her head.

“I’ll be right back,” Sloan whispered to her, and she nodded.

He noticed Megan’s arm tightened around Myra and a wicked, playful flint in her eyes.

“You may be getting her for all of eternity... but she’s still mine forever.” She teased.

Her statement should have annoyed him and his wolf, to the point of ripping her throat out. But his wolf didn’t even stir from its blissful, post-orgasmic slumber.

“I wouldn’t dream of getting in your way, Trouble.”

She smiled brightly and glanced next to Sloan. He saw her facial expression drop a little before regaining her composure. Sloan glanced over his shoulder and saw Declan standing in the corner, staring at her.

“Myra, you have your final fitting for your dress in ten minutes.” His mother called out when Sloan and Elder Reagan exited the room.

Together, they walked in companionable silence to the Den. The moment he pushed open the door, all impure thoughts returned as he smelt the faint aroma of their coupling from earlier.

“So, what’s the status on the rogue attacks?” Elder Reagan wasted no time following Sloan inside.

***

Sloan sighed as he relaxed in his chair; what should have been a brief meeting to update Elder Reagan on the rogue problem turned into a full-blown three-hour meeting. Sloan ended up video-calling other Alphas and Elders to participate in the conversation.

He sighed again and turned his chair to look out the window. He gazed longingly at the nearly full moon which was hanging lazily in the sky.

“*There’s something different about this full moon.*” He thought. “Come in!” He called to someone who was outside his door.

“Bro, it’s two in the morning... go, get some rest,” Tristan commented as he entered.

“I still have Elizabeth to deal with.”

“She’s locked away and guarded down in the dungeon... She isn’t going anywhere and would be tomorrow’s problem.”

“You’re right.”

“I know I am.”

Sloan clicked on his keyboard and his day planner for the next day popped up. He looked at all the different activities that would be filling his day. He has several meetings outside of the compound and a final fitting for his ceremony suit.

He picked up his cellphone and checked his morning alarm. With one swift movement of his finger, the computer screen minimized and locked.

“You should get some rest too bro...”

Tristan nodded. Together, they exited the Den.

He waved at his brother from his bedroom door. Sloan quietly opened the door and tried to sneak into the room. However, the bedroom lights were still on, and Myra sat up in bed, reading. She wore a teal colour, silk button-down nightshirt.

“I thought I had to send out a search party for you.” She teased.

“You were waiting up for me?”

“Technically no... I assumed you were avoiding me again, and it’s really hard trying to fall asleep with your scent invading my every pore.”

“I believe you requested I sleep in our bed tonight... and I intend to deliver on my promise.” He stated as he placed his cellphone on his side of the bed and started to unbutton his shirt. Myra closed her book and set it aside as she bluntly stared at him as he got ready for bed.

“What did Elder Reagan want?” She questioned, trying to change the topic.

“It was supposed to be a brief update about the rogue attacks... it ended up being a full-blown meeting with other Alphas and Elders.”

“My attack had caused so much trouble?”

“Angel, you were the only person who has ever survived an encounter with rogues. There have been twenty-three known attacks in the past six months. However, the rate and frequency of their attacks have increased over the past three weeks.” He honestly explained to her.

“What?”

“I don’t want to worry you with this... but the rogues haven’t been very discreet on who they attacked and killed. Shifter and humans alike have been victims.”

He walked over and kissed her on the forehead; before he continued preparing for bed. “You are safe here, Angel. No one is going to hurt you.”

“Okay... if you don’t want to discuss that, how about we talk about... umm... Elizabeth, was it?”

“We are definitely not going to discuss her in our bedroom or in bed... but don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten that she’s a topic of interest.”

Myra sighed and folded her arms as Sloan disappeared into their bathroom. He quickly brushed his teeth and rejoined her, wearing black boxers-briefs. He noticed she sat up in interest, and her eyes brightened with arousal.

“*Who’s the tease now?*” He smirked, switching off the lights and climbed into bed. Myra rolled over and nestled her warm, silk-covered body into his side. Her small hand rested on his bare chest, and Sloan immediately felt comforted and protected. As he sighed, he felt Myra’s fingers trace circles on his pecs before slowly running down his abs.

“Myra...”

“Hmmm???”

Her fingers continued under the sheets and grazed his lower abs. She raised onto her elbow and gave him a gentle peck on his chest over his heart. Her movements caused the sheets to move, and Sloan smelt her sweet citrusy scent, signally her arousal.

Her eyes glowed in the darkness confirming his suspicions. He took over last time. This time, he was going to let her have control. Just this once.

“Sloan... I want you to promise me something...”

“Anything, Angel.”

She then boldly grabbed his member through his boxers and stroked him.

“Whatever happens... never lie to me... and I want you to continue to be this gentle giant.”

“Nothing is going to happen to you... so take that thought out of your mind, and it will be impossible to ever lie to you.”

She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. While her small hand wrapped around his cock sent shockwaves throughout his body.

She released his cock and threw one leg over his, and quickly straddled him. She planted both hands on either side of his head, leaned down and kissed him again; deeper this time - all tongue and lips. Sloan rested his hands on her hips and felt the gentle movements of her body grinding on his now rock-hard member.

She broke the kiss briefly to raise up and pull her shirt over her head. Sloan automatically switched to his night vision and gazed up at her.

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t rob you of your virtue... much.”

Before Sloan could process Myra’s words, she’d crawled down his body. She reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. She licked her lips before kissing the tip. Sloan’s stomach jumped when her warm breath caressed his member.

“My my... what a big tool you have, Mr Wolf.” Her muffled voice came from under the covers.

Sloan pulled the sheets off them and replied, “The better to fuck you with.”

He took advantage of her surprised open mouth to slide his cock in. His eyes rolled back as the warmth of her mouth surrounded him; she gagged on a third of his member. She pulled back and settled herself on her knees between his spread legs. She gripped the base with both hands and focused on the tips in her mouth.

“*Sweet baby Jesus, thank you for sending me an Angel.*” Sloan prayed in silent thanks. He gently worked his fingers in her curly hair and thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. His wolf groaned in pleasure at the sight of his mate pleasing him. Myra moaned around his head in response, causing the sound to vibrate through him.

He was fighting to control his release, but the sucking sensation and her scent was a heady combination. Soon, he felt the familiar tugs of his approaching orgasm.

“Are you near, Sloan? I can feel the pulses right here.” She teased, licking the thick vein that ran under his cock.

“SHIT!” He gasped as he unexpectedly shut the first of his cum on his stomach. Myra quickly closed her mouth around his crown as the rest blasted into her mouth. Sloan could see her throat muscles move as she struggled to swallow every last drop.

He felt contented and bonelessly spent. With a final deep suck and a lick up his belly, Myra crawled back up his body and laid her nude body on top of his.

“How was that?” She asked in a small voice and hid her face in his chest.

“*What’s this?*” He worried.

She just had a complete 360-character shift from the sensual cock-tease who just sucked his soul from his body to a timid, shy mouse. Sloan hooked his finger under her chin and gently lifted her head. He gazed into her eyes through the darkness of the room.

“You are perfect... and all mine... if you hadn’t rendered me completely boneless, I would have you on your back, legs spread and buried deep inside you.”

“Really?? You should know that today, well, yesterday and just now, was the first time I have ever acted like this.”

*A virgin?* “Are you?”

“No, I’m not a virgin. I did it once...” She explained, and his wolf found strength from his orgasmic bliss to halfheartedly growl. “But the experience was less than desirable, so repeating the act wasn’t particularly necessary nor a priority... until now.” She mumbled sleepily, and she let out a big yawn. “Sorry...”

“It’s late, and we should... get...”

But Sloan felt her gentle and steady breathing which indicated she was already asleep. Sloan smiled, kissed the top of her head and settled in for a restful night’s sleep with his warm, naked mate draped over him.