Chapter 158

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Ransom

“That’s right, princess. Just like that. Fuck.”

Elliot’s hands slide through my hair gripping me with the kind of strength that makes me weak in the knees.

“Take me deeper into your sweet mouth,” he orders and I open wide, giving him access to use me as he pleases.

My crazy wolf doesn’t waste a moment taking control and using me like I’m his favorite toy.

Before long his powerful thighs are shaking and the hot ropes of his pleasure are hitting the back of my throat.

His thumb slips between my lips as I pull off of him and he looks at me like I’m the most important thing in the world.

For a male with a reputation of being a cold blood psycho, he sure does know how to make a guy feel special, loved, cared for in a way I didn’t know I needed.

“You’re perfect, princess.” He grips me by the nape of my neck and ravishes my mouth with his before pulling away with a growl. “And mine. Only mine.”

“And your mine,” I say back with just as much bite in my words.

The crazy bastard smiles at that.

A knock on the office door pulls us out of our moment.

Elliot lets out an annoyed huff but helps me to my feet before tucking his half hard cock into his pants.

“Come in,” he calls out just as I am parking my ass on the edge of his desk.

Sigrid walks in.

The male was appointed the position of Beta just three years ago when the former Beta expressed his unwillingness to be outranked by both an ex hunter and a male Luna.

He should have known better than to give Elliot ultimatums.

Elliot challenged him for insulting me then proceeded to publicly humiliate him with a duel.

Sigrid was the obvious choice for Beta after him

He was loyal, organized and a serious bad ass.

“Word has just come in from the BlackRidge pack Aplah Ronan is requesting communication with you.”

“Put him through,” Elliot says.

My instinct goes off.

They had warned us about the murder inside the town only three days ago. Ronan is requesting secure access communication soon, it can’t be good.

Judging from Elliot’s face, he is thinking the same thing.

His computer screen lights up, rerouting to the secure network. After a moment Ronan’s face fills the screen.

“Elliot. Ransom,” Ronan greets.

“Ronan, I have to say I’m surprised you’re reaching out so soon. Did something happen?” Elliot asks not, bothering with pleasantries.

“You could say that. This afternoon, one of our submissives was targeted for an attempted kidnapping.”

“Who?” I ask with worry clear in my voice.

Elliot places his hand on my thigh and squeezes reassuringly.

“Quinnie. She is doing fine. We were able to apprehend one of the males and after some questioning,” I snort at the word. Like we don’t know they tortured the shot out of him until he spoke, “we learned some troubling information.”

“More troubling than having some yahoo running around murdering people on our land.”

“Try a dozen yahoos,” Roann says, his expression completely deadpan.

“Elaborate.” Elliot’s shoulders are tense, his body coiled like her bracing for impact.

“ Apparently the murders have been done by several people who all seem to be reporting to an unknown male.”

“Unknown,” Elliot says, a brow raised.

“He claims to have never heard his voice or met him in person.”

“So he was a bottom feeder,” I say.

“Looks like it.”

“So what inspired the call . I’d love to sit here and thank you! Just missed seeing my face but I know you better than that. Ronan,” Elliot teases.

Ronan rolls his eyes. “The one problem we saw with the story he gave us was that it makes Rick’s theory wrong. Originally he thought that the link between the targets was there two possible origins but Quinnie neither has human origins nor is a sypher. Yet, whoever is behind these murderers targeted her.”

And there is our monkey wrench.

“So, now we need to find out the similarities between her and the other victims,” I say.

“Which brings me to why I called.”

Ronan turns his gaze from Elliot to me and Elliot stiffens.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do this unless it was important— he starts.

“Just ask the damn question Ronan.” I cut Ronan off not wanting to waste time beating around the bush.

“I need you to contact some of your ex’s Hunters and see what information they can get from their time when they were working with a counsel.

“No.” Elliot says just as I tell Ronan, “Sure.”

Elliot and I turn to each other and I can already see the overprotectiveness making him grind his molars.

I smile and let rowanan through the screen. “Give us a second will you.”

He makes a go-ahead gesture.

Clicking off the audio on the screen to mute us, I stare at my infuriating male.

“Care to say that again?”

Elliot looks me in the eyes. Unflinchingly. “No. I do not want you around Hunters. Who knows if they’ve managed to partner up with the person behind these murders. You could be walking into a trap.”

“Or it could not be a trap and they could be more than willing to help me if it means the same fate they were stuck in before.”

“I’m not willing to take that chance. Not with you.”

“Too bad for you. It’s my decision.” I say

The old man would have ranted and raved. I would have pushed Elliot just as hard as he’s pushing me.

But I’ve learned quite a few things in the past couple of years.

Namely how to get my way when it comes to overbearing, overprotective dominant males.

I slip off the desk and sit directly on his lap. “ I know you’re worried about me, but I am worried about my friends, about my nieces and nephews, about all the vulnerable people not only in our pack but in in the Black ridge pack as well.” I put my hands in the side of his face, throwing my thumbs against his double and the way that he likes so much. “ I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I could have done something and instead sat here and done nothing.”

Elliot seems to think on this for a moment. “ I don’t feel comfortable with you being overwhelmed by yourself.”

“So send Sigrid with me, or better yet you go with me.”

I let my features take on a pleading. I know the corner is him every time.

“Princess,” he warns but I can hear the wavering in his voice.

“Think of how many lives we can save if we had those records.”

“You know I don’t care about anyone but you,” he says softly.

Though his words may seem harsh to some people I know, he’s just being honest. There’s very few people he cares about and I happen to be one of them.

“Please Elliot. Don’t allow me to go to war with myself.”

He stares at me long and hard, taking his time as if he can see through my skin and bone into the very core, the very heartbeat of me.

“If I say yes, there are going to be some rules.”

“ Okay,” I reply figuring I could bend them a little later on.

“ You don’t meet them alone, you keep your communicator on you at all times, and at even the first inkling that anything they tell you isn’t being honest. I have the right to eliminate them.”

I roll my eyes at him.

I should have known he’d take the first opportunity he could get to ensure that revenge would be hit as if things go south.

“Deal,” I say because honestly what else could I say.

I lean over and give him a highly and appropriate, toe curling kiss before I reactivate the audio on the computer.

“Send me a list of the things you need, Ronan.”

“I’ll get it to you within the hour. Thanks again for doing this. Ransom.

“Where’s my thanks,” Elliot jokes. “Without me Ransom wouldn’t be going anywhere near the sneaky humans.”

Ronan snorts. “I can’t wait to see your face when you finally realize that your mate has you wrapped around his finger.”

Elliott huffs before turning off the communication like Rowan had said the most ridiculous thing.

“You know if I didn’t know you so well, I would swear that you are starting to get fond of Ronan.

“Please. We share a pack brother bond, that’s all.

“Sure, you keep telling yourself that.”

I moved to get off his lap when he stops me caging my body on either side with his hands.

“And just where do you think you’re going.”

“To our room. I figure I’d let you have a few hours of work.”

“Oh no you don’t. You put me through all of this stress thinking of the possibilities that can occur when you contact those Ex-hunters.

“What do you want? A prize or something?” I ask flippantly.

His eyes go deep with hunger as he scans over my body.

“I want you to kiss it and make it better.”

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