Chapter Twenty-Six

**Sloan**

After his conversation with Myra, Sloan couldn’t concentrate. He sat behind his desk in his office, staring mindlessly at his now blank computer screen, reflecting on their brief yet strange interaction.

“*Jesus, was I wrong?*” He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. He then picked up his phone and quickly changed his mind. “*Should I call her now and apologize or wait until I see her in person?*”

He picked up the phone again, and his thumb hovered over her name. Before he could tap on her contact information, someone knocked on his door. He looked up at the solid oak, polished door wishing it was Myra so that he can apologize.

“Come in.” He called out, but the scent followed the opening door, disappointed him.

“Hey.” Tristan greeted, entering his office, looking at his tablet.

“*So much for that wish.*” Sloan sighed, putting his phone down. He moved the wireless mouse around, and his monitor came to life. He then typed in his password, and his email tab immediately appeared on the screen, where several unopened emails awaited him.

“What do you think?” Tristan asked, tapping away on his tablet screen.

“Think about what?”

“I sent you an email about forty minutes ago…” Tristan started explaining.

“*Shit, how long was I unfocused for?*”

“… with some changes to the financial reports from yesterday,” Tristan continued blabbering. Sloan half-listened to his brother as he read through some of his emails, again not fully concentrating on his tasks. “What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“Something happened… and I’m going to take a wild stab in the dark and say it has something to do with Myra?” Tristan teased, arching one of his eyebrows, lowering the tablet.

“We had a bit of a… disagreement,” Sloan confessed. He almost laughed when Tristan quickly sat down on the chair in front of him to listen attentively. He waved his hand, telling Sloan to continue. “I’m not entirely sure how it happened… one minute, she was telling me that she was heading out with the girls and the next thing I know, it got heated.”

“Brother, you have a way of speaking to people without realizing that you’re commanding them instead of talking to them.” Sloan reflected on their conversation and dragged his hand over his face.

“I didn’t command her… I just told her that I wished she told me beforehand.” He stated and quickly realized the error. “*Fuck!*”

“It’s the classic *you didn’t ask for permission* roundabout… think about it, brother. What was your tone?”

“It was normal, I think.” He lied. “In ordinary circumstances, I don’t think this would have been an issue… but it’s not safe at the moment.”

“And I’m sure the rogues going underground isn’t helping with your anxiety?” Tristan grumbled under his breath. His words caused Sloan to tap one of his fingers on the desk.

“I don’t suffer from anxiety… an Alpha doesn’t have time for anxiety.” Sloan snapped at him, but Tristan only laughed.

“But what about a claimed mate?”

Sloan closed his eyes and prayed for patience. He silently counted to ten before opening his eyes again. It cleared his mind to some degree; he then double-clicked on Tristan’s email to open up the attached document.

“What’s this you were saying about making changes to the report?” He changed the subject, putting a solid end to their conversation. His brother took the hint and got down to J & Sons business. As Tristan explained his ideas, Sloan’s eyes dropped to the clock on the right-hand corner of his monitor, and he sighed inwardly.

“*This is going to be a long ass day.*”

***

Some hours later, thanks to Tristan, Sloan was distracted and buried himself in his work. He reviewed the changes that Tristan recommended, which would be financially beneficial to the company, and he signed his approval to the changes. Just as he was signing off the documents, Declan burst into the room.

“Thirty-three!” He exclaimed in excitement as soon as the door closed behind him.

Sloan and Tristan looked at each other in confusion and looked back at Declan, who was grinning like a fool.

“Thirty-three!” He said again, nodding his head.

“Repeating the number without context isn’t helpful.” Tristan snapped in annoyance. Declan ignored him and slapped a piece of paper on the desk.

“Thirty-three.” He said again, laughing to himself. Sloan was beginning to question his friend’s sanity. He knew since meeting Megan; Declan has been celibate. Working himself to the bone, investigating the attacks to compensate for his lack of carnal activities in the bedroom.

“I think we finally broke Declan,” Tristan commented under his breath while Sloan picked up the paper and glanced through its contents. His eyes snapped to Declan, who nodded, smiling like he just won the lottery.

“Thirty-fucking-three!”

“What the fuck, man! Explain yourself.” Tristan snapped.

“If it doesn’t result in my painful demise, I could kiss Myra… she’s a fucking genius!” Declan said, motioning to Tristan to look at the piece of paper in Sloan’s hand. Sloan unconsciously growled at his comment and passed the piece of paper over to his brother.

“Well, that’s one mystery solved… we just need to find the fuckers and end them, swiftly and painfully.” Sloan smiled at his friend as Tristan facepalm himself, still reading the document.

“Twenty-three murdered and nine who survived… but that adds up to thirty-two,” Tristan said, laying the paper on the desk next to Sloan.

“If we factor in Elizabeth’s escape or kidnapping slash whatever it was… she would make it thirty-three.” Declan shrugged half-heartedly.

“So, we are assuming that Elizabeth might actually be a victim in all this?” Tristan asked. Sloan had hoped that she still had some redeeming humanity inside her, but he doubted it as he remembered the reasons why she was in the dungeons, to begin with.

“Until another case presents itself, I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt...” Declan stated without an ounce of compassion for her safety in his voice. He sounded like he didn’t believe her to be innocent too.

“Seeing as they took her then went to her apartment and grabbed some necessities, I’m not comfortable categorizing her as a victim or survivor, but a traitor who’s working in partnership with the rogues,” Sloan growled, looking at the sheet of paper next to him.

“I’m sure they thought we would be too dumb to figure this out so quickly.” Tristan chuckled, waving at the document.

“They must think… these dumb fuckers can’t figure us out, let’s throw a curveball at them. Maybe, we can let Myra look through everything we have, and who knows,” Declan offered with the offhanded waved of his hand.

“When was the last time you had a good night sleep, my friend?” Sloan shook his head. “Because you are not making any sense.”

“You mean when was the last time he got his dick wet.” Tristan teased.

Declan rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I don’t know, Alpha.”

Sloan pressed a button on his desk and began to speak, “Shirley, coffee for Mr Thane, please… extra strong.” He asked his receptionist when he noticed his phone’s notification light flashing.

Text message [Leanne]: We are leaving the restaurant now, and Myra’s demanding I bring her to you.

Text message [Leanne]: Heads up, she’s a bit tipsy.

He looked at the time and saw that he received those messages about twenty minutes ago. Before he could type his response, they all heard a slight commotion outside before his tiny, avenging Angel strode into his office. There was a prolonged pause as no one spoke, and she just stared at him with lust, desire and an alcoholic haze.

“Out!” She quietly commanded both Tristan and Declan. The cowards that they were, they obeyed. They both gathered their belongings and quickly exited the room. Tristan turned to him and gave him a goofy thumbs-up, but Declan grabbed the back of his collar and tugged him out of the room.

He watched as Myra closed the door and shrugged out of her coat and cardigan, revealing the short dress she wore. Her eyes were glowing with arousal, and her sweet vanilla scent filled the room. Sloan cracked his neck and cleared his throat as her tantalizing aroma swirled around him. She slowly walked over to him, stopping twice to toe off her shoes.

“*What are you up to?*” He thought as she came up to him and stopped, craning her neck to look up into his face. He watched as she gathered up her fluffy, bouncy curls and roughly tied her hair up into a bun while licking her lips when she finished. He loved the wicked twinkle in her eyes as she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back.

The shock of her touch and the sudden drop to his chair pulled Sloan out of his trance. “Angel?”

“Shhh….” She commanded, placing her finger on his lip to silence him. He watched as she bent over and placed her hands on his thighs, easing his legs apart; then, she slowly dropped to her knees and started unbuckling his pants.

“Myra?” He tried again, and she shushed him again, taking control. It was a foreign feeling having Myra dominating their lascivious activities.

He groaned as her small, warm hands reached into his pants and wrapped around his hardening cock. She licked her lips again before tentatively licking up the side of his member. He slapped his hand on a button on his desk, locking his office door. It was his Angel on her knees before him, and he will kill anyone who dared interrupted them.

He watched as she popped the head of his cock into her heavenly mouth, and his eyes rolled back. His breathing changed as he looked down at her. Her honey-gold eyes locked on his while her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his organ. The view reminded him of her tight pussy trying to occupy his cock. He moaned as she twirled her tongue around the sensitive head, and her palms tightly gripped his shaft, pumping up and down. His member was now fully erected, pulsing under her innocent movements.

“*Fucking wet dream coming to life.*” Sloan thought. He hooked his fingers into his pants and boxer brief and lifted his butt to push the clothing off. The sudden thrust of his hips pushed his cock deep into her mouth, and she gagged. “Shit! Sorry.” He apologized, quickly pulling the invading mass out of her mouth.

She helped him pull the garment down his legs. Sloan hurriedly toed off his shoes, and she yanked his pants and boxers off his feet, tossing them behind her. She settled back between his legs and slid the head back into her mouth. Sloan tangled his finger into her hair and felt the slow bobbing of her head as she lollipopped his dick. He resisted the urge to thrust wildly into her sweet mouth, but he continued to relinquish control for now.

She popped his head out of her mouth, running her lips and tongue down the thick vein under his cock. He jumped unexpectedly, and his eyes shot open when she suctioned one ball sack into her mouth while pumping her fists up and down his shaft. Sloan couldn’t tear his eyes away from her feasting on his member while paying homage to his balls.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ!” he groaned as she zig-zagged her tongue back up his shaft, twirling her tongue around and into his weeping cock hole. She gathered some of his precum on her tongue, teasingly showed it to him. “Minx!”

She smiled and slowly guided his cock back into her mouth, swallowing about a third before he felt the back of her throat and her gag reflex kicked in. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to take more, saturating his cock with saliva and tears. His fingers slipped along his base, stimulating himself alongside her hot mouth. He was so caught up in her trying to swallow his cock, that he missed one of her hands disappearing under her dress.

At the thought of her playing with herself, Sloan felt the familiar tugs at the base of his balls, triggering his impending orgasm. Sloan pulled his cock out of her mouth and swiftly pulled Myra to her feet. He twirled her around and bent her over his desk. He then impatiently yanked her lace panties off her hips; the flimsy material disintegrated in his hurry. He quickly tested her readiness before plunging balls deep into her tight, warm hole.

He loved her sudden shocked intake of breath whenever he first slid into her body. He knew he was closer to completion than her, and she needed to catch up. He withdrew a couple of inches before slamming back into her body hard. He placed one hand on her hips and gathered a fistful of her hair, pulling her chest off the desk. The change in angle caused her to sink further down his shaft, and her breathing increased.

“You like that, don’t you?”

She bit down hard on her bottom lip, and her response was a whimper. Normally, Sloan would demand a vocal answer, but it was still his office, and they needed to be as quiet as possible. Though he knew the Shifters on his floor knew what they were up to, and he didn’t want them to hear her sweet sounds of ecstasy. Myra wiggled on his cock. Sloan knew she was on her tiptoes, struggling to stand with his monster buried deep inside her. His hand slid off her hip and ran down her leg. He hooked his palm under her knee and pulled her leg up to rest on top of the desk.

“Sloan…” She begged through gritted teeth, and the last of his control snapped. He pulled out until just his cock head was seated inside her, then he rammed his hips forward, sliding back into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, and the scent of sex permeated the space.

He felt her clench his invading organ and knew she was nearing her release. With his fingers still tangled in her hair, he pulled her head to the side and sunk his teeth into her marked neck. He heard her hand slap over her mouth, muffling her screams of pleasure. Unexpectedly, Sloan felt the familiar rush of his sperm racing up and out of his body and into hers. He shuddered as blast after blast of his cum erupted from him, draining him. He didn’t release her neck until he pumped the last of his seed into her. Sloan wished they would take root, but he knew they wouldn’t.

Both Myra and himself must agree on the breeding ritual, and only then will his knot form. It’s a week-long process where Sloan would be buried deep inside of her. They would be stuck together until her egg was fertilized and securely planted in her womb. Only then would his knot go away. “*I can’t wait to see you swollen with my pup.*” Sloan thought dreamily.

“Damn.” He heard her whisper as they both fought to catch their breath.

“That’s not a good sound.”

“You were supposed to cum down my throat.” She confessed.

“I prefer cumming inside you… though once I pull out, there will be a mess.” He said, kissing her neck. She giggled, and her jiggling body caused his semi-hard member to regain life. “If you don’t want to go for another round, I suggest you stop that?”

“I was trying to apologize… I was wrong earlier.”

Sloan tensed, unsure of how to interpret this delightful piece of news. “Did the girls convince you to apologize like that?”

“God no…” She gasped, “Over lunch, I thought about it, and I realized I shouldn’t have caught you off guard like that.”

“Since we are apologizing, I was wrong too… I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. You are my mate, not another ordinary pack member.”

“Trust me… I can feel how sorry you are.” She wiggled her butt, and his member stood at full attention inside her.

“Now you have done it.” He growled, tugging at the hem of her dress.

“Sorry… not sorry.” She giggled, placing her hands over his, stopping his actions. “But I do have a doctor’s appointment.”

“The fuck you do… there’s no way in hell that you would be making that appointment today.”

“But…”

“Two reasons… my cock wants to go for another round or three… and you have been drinking.” He said, shrugging off her hands and pulled her dress up and over her head. He dropped it on top of the desk next to them. “I will link with Tristan and tell him to reschedule it for later… or tomorrow.” His hand rounded her stomach and crept up to cup the soft mounds of her breasts.

She glanced at Sloan over her shoulder and slid up his shaft, only to impale herself on him, causing both of them to groan in pleasure.

“*Tristan, call the pack doctor and reschedule Myra’s check-up for tomorrow… and send home everyone in the office.*” He linked with his brother. Sloan didn’t give Tristan a chance to respond when he cut the link. Myra kept moving up and down his member, so he quickly shrugged out of his jacket, dropping it on the floor behind him. He then unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, and he yanked it over his head like a t-shirt; it joined her dress on top of his desk. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and began ramming into her, chasing their second orgasm.