Chapter Twenty-Two

**Sloan**

Sloan’s eyes were beginning to burn as he kept staring at the piles of papers before him. He was trying to multi-task. His brain had split into regular work, pack business and the little minx who was fast asleep on the couch across from him. He smiled lovingly at her before picking up the note they found in Elizabeth’s apartment.

Declan had the forensics team process the note before Sloan received it. His name, written in Elizabeth’s hand, was on the envelope, and the card inside had the number *thirty-three* written down. It was a new riddle that they have added to the rogue mystery, and it was the first time they have openly communicated with them. He tapped the card on top of the table, puzzled by the number and what it could mean. Sloan sighed heavily and dropped it on the desk. It was equally frustrating as the identity of each rogue member who continued to elude them.

He glanced at the time and groaned; it had gone past midnight already. “*Some first day as a mated couple.*” Sloan thought, pinching the bridge of his nose, he then chuckled to himself.

His female was simply astounding. After she had surprised them with a late lunch, they all sat around the small table chatting. During their conversation, Sloan saw the genuine shock on her face as they all spoke about their different roles in J & Sons Multinational Corporation. A company that the Jamison’s own. Sloan was the Chief Executive Officer (CEO) while Tristan was the Chief Financial Officer (CFO); Declan was Head of Security and Leanne held a Senior Security Training Position.

Sloan had explained that it is the only corporation in Seattle funded and run by Shifters and creatures of other species. He smiled, thinking about the cute, confused/disgusted face Myra made when they began discussing economic projections and financial figures.

Reflecting on their chat, he realized it was a group effort to keep the conversation away from the killings and problematic rogues. After their meals, and with Leanne’s help, Myra took the dishes back to the kitchens, and the girls disappeared somewhere inside the house. Sloan was glad that she didn’t demand his constant attention as she already understood the pressures of him being Alpha.

Some hours later, she’d returned. Sloan smelt the freshness of her recent shower, and he loved the baggy, grey sweater dress she’d chosen for dinner. She ordered him and the others to freshen up and meet the household for communal dinner. It was yet another pleasant surprise.

The dining hall was full of pack members, and the area was abuzz with light conversation. Though, everyone possessed a heavy heart over the morning’s tragedies. Sloan couldn’t help but smile as he witnessed Myra providing the grieving family with some sense of normalcy while showing them that the pack is a unit and will get them justice.

Apart from interacting with them, she also walked around the hall socializing with each member and their family. At one point, his mother joined her, and together, they made their way from table to table. It provided her with a sense of caring intimacy with the different members she didn’t get the night before. Sloan’s smile brightened as she embraced her new role as Pack Omega.

Three hours later, the impromptu dinner party disbanded, and Myra had joined him in his office after dismissing Leanne when her shift was over. She’d curled up with a book and quietly kept his company. Being in her presence had a calming effect, and he appreciated she didn’t fill their companionable silence with idle chatter.

He stood up, stretching his back and strolled over to her sleeping form. He gazed down at his sleeping Angel. She was curled into a small ball and cuddled a throw pillow to her chest. He took the blanket off the back of the couch and gently laid it over her. Sensing that she was in a deep sleep, he opened up the electronic map and stared at the points indicated on its surface. Like earlier, there seemed to be no order to their chaos.

“So, these are the locations where the rogues attacked people?” Myra’s sleepy voice broke through his racing thoughts.

“Shit! How did you?” He jumped, looking down at her in shock. He then glanced to her bare feet and quickly realized why he didn’t hear her move towards him.

She wiggled her toes before answering, “You were so engrossed in that map that you didn’t even hear me.”

“Are you sure you aren’t mixed with a Tiger spirit?” He teased, causing her to laugh. He then turned back to the map and nervously wondering how to distract her. “I really…”

“Sloan, stop it. I’m not a pup, nor am I a weakling…” She snapped at him; her sudden outburst aroused him. “So, I’m right in thinking these are the locations?”

Realizing it was a lost battle, he nodded. “*I really shouldn’t…*” He thought, looking at physical files on the desk next to them. Against his better judgement, he picked up the files explaining the events from the first attacks to hers. He saw that she didn’t flinch or repel from the graphic images, but she listened attentively to his every word. Once he had finished explaining, she just nodded and looked over the files.

“So, it all just seems random, huh?”

“Yeah… if there’s a pattern, only the rogues know it.” Sloan grumbled. “We also concluded that someone has to be organizing the rogues to have them working as a unit because… these attacks,” He said, pointing to two spots. “All occurred on the same day, just hours apart.”

“But in two different locations of the city. Sloan, you said I was the only survivor? Are you sure?” Myra questioned.

“Yeah, why?”

“No one is this good their first time… there have to be others who survived. Attacks that may seem as wild animal attacks to humans.”

Sloan stared at her in shock. They hadn’t actually considered other survivors; their main focus was always on the murdered victims.

“I’ll get Declan to check out that lead first thing in the morning. I love the way your brain works.” He said excitedly, walking over to his desk and quickly typed up a reminder note for Declan.

“Well, I am a teacher… understanding how children interpret the world is my job. Speaking of jobs,” She trailed off. Sloan stilled at her words, and he waited for her to continue. “I need you to understand that once my medical leave is up, I will be returning to work next week.”

Her words, even though they were true, felt like a sucker punch to his gut. Sloan dropped onto his chair, breathing an exhausted sigh.

“Myra, it’s dangerous out there, at the moment… and with Elizabeth now on the loose, I don’t know if I am comfortable with you being away from this house for eight hours daily.”

Sloan should feel like a weak man confessing like that to Myra, but he didn’t. He heard her soft footfalls as she walked over to him. He watched as she yanked the hem of her dress up and quickly straddled him. It took all of his willpower to ignore the warmth of her sex just inches from his, even with fabric barriers of their clothing separating them. However, his female wasted no time grabbing his bearded face in her small hands and forced him to look her in the eye.

“Listen to me… and listen carefully, because I am only going to say this once.” She said calmly, gazing into his eyes. “I’m not one of those women who hooked herself the fattest fish in the ocean and think that’s that… I love my job as it provides me with some purpose in life. Furthermore, I love my students. So, please don’t ask me to choose.”

“I would never, but until these bastards are found... I am not taking any chances.”

“And I understand…”

“Okay, Declan could…” He started, but she swiftly placed her finger on his lips, silencing him.

“No, Declan is your man… I want Leanne.” She insisted.

He smiled and nodded. “Any other demands, my tiny terrorist?” He teased, gazing into her brightening eyes. She bit her lower lip and grinded herself shamelessly against his hardening cock. She leaned forward and started nibbling on his neck; his eyes rolled as he smelt her distinctive arousal.

Sloan found it was difficult to focus as he tried to shut down his computer and hide the screen with the map. The little minx on his lap took her wicked liberties on his body and his preoccupied mind.

“*Patience makes the heart grow fonder,*” Sloan repeated to himself as he stood up and allowed her to slide down his body. “Soon, my dear… let me secure these documents, and I will take you upstairs and fulfil your every demand.”

She pouted up at him then a wicked glint flashed across her eyes. He arched his eyebrow but quickly dismissed it. He hurriedly gathered up the files and placed them in the safe below his desk. As he closed the door, her scent suddenly grew overpoweringly strong, causing him to spin around.

But Myra was gone.

In her place was a rumpled, lacy pair of fabric which laid on the ground. Sloan strolled over to it and picked it up. It was her panties, still warm from caressing her body and damp from her arousal. Sloan brought the material up to his nose and deeply inhaled her scent. The heavenly smell went straight to his cock, making him impossibly hard. He growled lowly as he lowered the garment from his face.

“*So, you want to play, Angel?*” He linked with her, and all he heard was Myra’s giggles echoing in his head. Sloan’s sense heightened, and his wolf begged to be released in response to her actions. His sight sharpened, his nose flared and his hearing autotuned to Myra’s laboured breath from somewhere within the house. “*Let’s play, baby. But always remember, I will always find you.*”

He stalked out of his office; his predator animal spirit took control as he searched for his prey. He followed the intoxicating vanilla scent of her arousal. Strangely, it took him in the direction of the kitchens. When he pushed open the doors, the potency of her scent increased. His little vixen was waiting for him with a can of whipped cream. The moment she clapped eyes with him, he watched as she opened her mouth and sprayed some of the fluffy white cream inside her. His eyes followed the movement of her throat as she swallowed, then he groaned as she slowly licked her lips. She was torturing him, and his cock twitched uncomfortably in his already tight trousers.

“Did you lose something?” he teased, and she tilted her head to the side with a smirk.

“Did I?” She purred innocently, inching her way towards the other doors which led out of the kitchens.

“You have until the count of three,” He said darkly, thorough enjoying this foreplay. “Two make your escape,” He smartmouthed, but she quickly grasped his meaning and darted out of the door. His smile widened as her laughter echoed throughout the near-empty hallways. “*One!*”

He jogged after her, not wanting to catch up to her. Just yet.

However, he felt like a junkie surrounded by her scent, and he was reaching his patience limit. He climbed the stairs to their second-floor bedroom, two at a time, before barging into their room. He paused in the doorframe, dumbfounded; Myra was gloriously nude and seated on the leather couch with whipped cream decorating her neck, chest and stomach.

Her angelic voice pulled him in. “Late night snack?”

Sloan glanced up to the heavens, “*Thank you for gifting me with a naughty angel as a mate.*” He prayed, closing the door and swiftly locking it. As he crossed the room, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He stopped to toe off his shoes before quickly unbuckling his pants.

He towered over her seated form and stared into her glowing golden eyes. Bending down, he roughly grabbed her hair and gently arched her neck. He smirked before slowly licking the sweet treat off of her neck. Myra moaned in his ear as he lapped up all the cream. He ended with a light kiss on her mark and releasing her hair.

He dropped to his knees between her opened legs to take one breast into his mouth. He felt her small hands rubbed up against his arms and shoulders before she raked her fingers through his hair, tugging his head further into her chest.

“Mmmmmm….” She moaned as his elongated canines trailed across the soft swell of her breast before pulling her nipple into his mouth. His tongue rolled over the hard button, making them harder. Not wanting her other breast to feel neglected, he quickly cleaned the whipped cream off the first and moved over to the other. His hand reached up and palmed the first soft globe, toying with her nipple some more. His free hand snaked around her body, cupping her butt, and he yanked her body closer to him. He could feel her hips grinding on the end of the leather surface as she sought relief.

“Sloan…” She whispered. He let go of her nipple and quickly unhanded her butt, gazing up at her. “Please?”

Her begging was his undoing. He kept eye contact, licking down the trail of mashed cream which smeared between their bodies. The lower his tongue ran down, the more she reclined by moving her hips to the edge of the couch. He sensed that she trusted him to hold her weight, and he wasn’t going to disappoint her. Using his shoulders, he widened her legs and placed her calves on his shoulder to stare down at her weeping sex.

“For me?” Sloan chuckled, licking his lips like a starving man, but he felt something cold tapping his head. He looked up, and Myra was blushing bright red as she handed him the whipped cream can. “An Angel Cannoli? How delightfully delicious.”

He took the can from her and gave it a quick shake. He placed the nozzle on her mound, and she squealed as he covered her with the cold cream. Goosebumps broke out all over her body, and she shivered violently as his tongue began lapping up the cream. Once he was satisfied that all the whipped cream was gone, he ran his tongue up and down her moist slit. He felt her fingers slip back into his hair, and she gripped it tightly. It was almost painful, but he was enjoying the press of her hips into his face.

“*God, I love it when you lose control.*” He linked with her thoughts; however, her response was an incoherent murmur.

Sloan continued exploring her sex by tunnelling his tongue between her folds until he found her pierced clit. He loved the combination of her natural sweetness and the whipped cream as the mix created a new flavour. He tugged at the pierced knob, flicking it with his tongue and rolled it gently between his lips.

“Oh God… Slooaaannnn!!!!!”

Her breathing increased, her moans got louder, and her hips were grinding wildly against his face. He released her clit with a moist pop then laid wet kisses up her inner thigh. He took the nozzle of the can and sprayed some cream directly on her opening. She gasped in surprise as the cold cream began to melt on her heated skin. Sloan dove headfirst to swallow the fast-melting cream. He plunged his tongue deep inside her, swirling it around in search of that sweet spot hidden inside her core. When her breath hitched in shocked, he knew he had found it.

He placed one hand on her stomach to restrain her while the other covered her mound and thumbed her clit. Her legs clenched at the sides of his head, and she roughly tugged at his hair as her orgasm neared. He felt her core spasm around his tongue as he drove her over the edge. He removed his mouth and continued playing with her clit as she showered him with her juices while screaming at the top of her lungs.

“So damn beautiful.” He whispered.

He slowed the movement of his thumb across her clit whilst her hips continued buckling, and she whimpered helplessly. Her body then slumped against the couch, almost bonelessly, and her legs slipped off his shoulders. Sloan smirked at her with male satisfaction, licking his lips. He then kissed his way up her glistening, sweaty stomach, between the valley of her breasts, across her neck until he sealed his lips onto hers. He heard her giggle as his tongue barrelled into her mouth, giving her a taste of herself from his lips.

She shifted under him, and he felt her small hands work feverishly at the zipper of his pants, causing his cock to twitch so more. He ended the kiss when he felt her palming his impossibly hard member. He supported his weight on the back of the couch while the little minx began stroking him with both of her hands while smirking at him. After a couple of quick pumps, she widened her legs and tried to place him at her opening.

“No,” Sloan found himself saying to her, and she froze under him.

Myra glanced up at him in shock. He almost laughed at the pure look of innocence on her face mixed with the horror. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh no, trust me… you are doing everything right,” He encouraged, moving off her to stand and quickly pulled off his pants and boxers. His cock slapped and bounced against his belly as he moved. Once he freed his legs, he sat down and pulled Myra onto his lap. “I just want you to ride me.”

She anchored her hands on his shoulders as Sloan held up his cock, waiting for her to slide down on him. She wiggled her hips as his cock slowly breached her opening, causing both of them to moan out loud. “Fuck… I love how fucking tight you are.”

Her core felt like a slippery vice-grip surrounding him. The further she slipped down his pole, the tighter she felt. Sloan groaned when she stopped moving with only half of his cock buried inside of her. She started to retreat with just his board cock head brimming her entrance. Then without warning, Myra slammed herself back down, taking his entire length. She quivered and squirmed, trying to accommodate him comfortably.

“So full…” She moaned, circling her hips and bit her lips. Sloan closed his eyes as her warmth surrounded him and his hips unconsciously rocked up into her. He placed his hands on her hips, urging her to move.

She tentatively moved up a couple of inches before sliding back down. She moved slowly before increasing her speed and really started to bounce up and down his rigid pole. He glanced down to where they were joined and groaned. Her tight organ struggled to accommodate the broad width of his cock; stretching to capacity. Her juicy pussy glistened as it soaked his pulsing member and her pierced clit peeked out, begging for attention; so, he replaced his thumb over her knob and flicked it. Her hand quickly closed around his wrist as she tried to pull him away as her core clenched around him, signalling her second orgasm. Sloan, too, felt the familiar tug at the base of his balls, indicating that his orgasm was nearing. Sweat covered their bodies as Myra chased their releases. Sensing their approaching explosion, Sloan planted his feet on the ground and jackhammered into her, increasing the pleasurable sensation.

“Yes… Yes… YYEEESSSS!!!!!” She screamed, tumbling over the edge first, but Sloan quickly followed as the first of his cum rocketed out of his cock, spraying her core with his milky release. His hips continued to jerk into her pulsing pussy as more cum blasted out of him. Myra slumped against his wet chest as both of their breathing were still erratic.

“Jesus… that was… that was…” Sloan finally spoke up.

“Mind-blowing.”

“Earth-shattering.” He said breathlessly. He then nudged her chin with his knuckled so she can look at him. “I don’t care if it’s too soon… but I love you.” He said, pulling her up to kiss her deeply. “That’s bedroom rule number three, by the way.” He muttered against her lips.

He felt her lips rise into a smile, and she kissed him again. “I love rule number three… because I love you too.”

“*Perfect… now I need you to have my last name,*” He thought, then tensed. He hoped his thoughts were private and blocked from hers. When she gave no response, verbally or physically, he relaxed and hugged her tightly, enjoying their post-coital cuddle. His cock was still hard and nestled inside her, but neither chose to indulge, not yet. Sloan’s mind was preoccupied with how and when he was going to propose to her.