Sun and Earth, Ocean Tides Ch. 02

"This craving I have for you." I whimpered, frustrated that I couldn't get where I needed to be. Micah's arms came around my waist and pulled me in tighter to his body, his cock rubbing just perfectly against my clit, the friction increasing. My arms wrapped around his neck once more and our foreheads came together.

"You're my mate." He all but growled at me, raising his hips to meet mine with every thrust. "I'll never stop wanting you. This-" with one forceful thrust he slammed home into me so hard so hard that my orgasm crested. I moaned his name and gripped the back of his neck, riding the waves of my orgasm as he continued to fuck me. "This is where you belong. You're mine."

His words turned me feral and I couldn't help but let my wolf out. The need I had to mark him and prove that I wasn't just his, he was also mine, rose to the fore. My teeth punched into his shoulder and took hold of his skin in a harsh grip. He came with my teeth in his skin and his blood trickling down his shirt.

As he finished pulsing inside me I released his flesh and breathed the scent of his blood into my lungs.

"Never." He whispered, nipping at my jaw. "What we feel will never stop."

"Good." No matter how overwhelming and all-encompassing the passion I felt for Micah was, I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. "I love you, Micah."

"I love you, baby."

We sat together, his cock remaining inside me and our breathing still somewhat erratic. I would have stayed like that forever, except for my phone beginning to ring next to the seat. I pulled myself off of him with one last parting kiss.

Micah stood and began to go through our luggage, no doubt looking for fresh clothes to replace out ruined ones. After admiring his beautiful chest as he pulled his bloody shirt off I gave a quick glance at the caller ID and groaned. "It's Eric."

Micah glanced back at me, his contented look quickly storming over. "You know what I'm going to say." Micah didn't like my brothers Corbin and Eric. Something to do with betraying me by not standing by me when one of his unusual pack members attacked and kidnapped me. I didn't blame him...but I did think that they thoroughly regretted what happened.

"This is Parker." I said in a neutral tone as I picked up the call and put him on speakerphone.

"Hey wild child, what are you up to?" I tried not to smile in response to the childhood nickname. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Micah rolling his eyes at my brother's obvious ploy to make me like him again.

"I'm headin' to the big Apple with Micah. Yourself?"

"AH, NYC. Remember when mom forced us to get dressed up and go to the theater for the premiere of some vaudeville show?"

My mood suddenly became darker, his comment having the opposite effect than what he had intended. "No."

"Oh c'mon, it was brilliant. Mostly it was hilarious seeing Christian in a proper suit. He was so pissy about it, I don't really remember why though. Do you remember?"

"I remember seeing you all ride off in suits and ties while I was under house arrest." No answer on his end. That's right ass hole, I didn't get to see any fucking plays because our dear father had me locked up like a punishable pet. My good and lenient mood had officially been destroyed. "What do you want, Corbin?"

I heard him sigh before continuing. "We need to discuss some...issues with our pack and yours."

Micah handed me new clothes and I began to dress. "Such as?"

"Dad's pack and ours had an agreement of sort..."

"I think the word you're looking for is alliance."

"No....yes, maybe." I huffed in aggravation at the differing of opinion. "Anyway...we would like to broach the subject of continuing that alliance with you as the new Alpha."

I paused my dressing and looked at Micah. His face was a mask, waiting to hear what else my dear brother had to say. "What does this alliance consist of?"

"Our pack is still new; you know that Parker...we wouldn't have been able to survive without a little financial backing."

I wanted to scream but I kept my cool, refusing to show him weakness. "So dad gave you money in exchange for what?"

"He asked Corbin and I and some select members of our pack to him some jobs every now and then. It wasn't anything major."

"What kind of jobs?"

"That doesn't matter-"

"Don't insult me, Eric."

"You know what kind."

Enforcement. Execution. And if I knew my father, torture.

"So are you asking me for money?" Once fully dressed I sat back on the sofa, Micah joining me, sensing my distress. The betrayal from my family seemed to never end. I wondered what Chris would have said regarding this turn of events. My fun loving, handsome brothers had murdered and tortured for my father in return for his 'financial support'. And they were so proud in their boasting how he had no influence over their little unique pack. It made me sick.

"No, nothing as simple as that. Do you think you can come to the house? Corbin and I would like to negotiate with you on certain matters."

"I'm engaged at present. You can forward the issues to my second, Michael-"

"I thought Chris was your-"

"Michael will look over the proposals, forward them to me with his recommendations and when my current business comes to an end I will contact you with my decision. If we decide to proceed with negotiations you and Corbin will come to my pack lands to discuss the issue further."

I hung up, not able to bear another word from his slithering tongue. With control I didn't think I was capable of I gently laid the phone down on the table and adjusted myself on the leather couch to lean on Micah's shoulder. His arm came around my shoulders without my needing to ask and his lips fluttered over my forehead. I knew from his silence that he had approved of the way I handled the situation, if he hadn't he would have had no qualms in saying so to my face. Micah was the only family I had left now.

But the strangest part? I had known Micah less than a year and I trusted him more than I had ever trusted any of my family members, Christian included.

I was also just realizing how OK I was with that. I burrowed my face into his warmth and held me the rest of the plane ride.