SIW Chris Whelan ch 11 Teasers

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Chris looked down at Mia, who was snuggled up cozily against the side of his body. He smiled knowing how these last hours had passed. He had searched, pushed and conquered her limits time and again, and not once did she disappoint him. She was a sight to behold as she lay there sleeping next to him. Her cheeks carrying a faint pink shade, her long locks in disarray, yet she was relaxed and sound asleep.

He hated to wake her up, but he had to. In two hours they were meant to meet up with everybody else and settle everything once and for all.

Turning on his side, Chris pulled her closer. His lips started a light trail from her temple to her cheeks and ended on her lips. He felt her stir once he deepened his probing and she allowed him entrance.  She moaned softly as their tongues started a lazy dance, exploring each other once more. A brief touch here and there was all both of them needed to take that next step.

Gently Chris rolled Mia onto her back, bracing himself on his elbows, he parted her legs with his own. His moan was muffled because their lips never parted. Slowly he rubbed himself against her swollen lips and now it was his turn to capture the moan escaping from her lips.

Pulling back a bit more, his throbbing cock positioned itself at her awaiting opening. Nudging gently he slipped inside of her and in the same lazy rhythm he started making love to her. His arms snaked around her shoulders, one of his hands cupping her head tenderly. She kept amazing him with how she made him feel.

She gave herself to him unconditionally the past hours, no matter how far he had pushed her, she had trusted him, knowing he would never do anything to hurt her, no matter where their thirsts took them. As much as he was able to torment her sexually, he also relished in the fact that this new found lovemaking completed their bonding.

He enjoyed this silent intimacy. Reading each other's feelings without having to use words or their mental bond. Accepting each other's touch without reservation or hesitation. Sure, his past conquests gave themselves willingly, but never unconditionally.

Thrusting deep, he waited a few seconds each time before pulling pack. His free hand started traveling her soft curves, tweaking a nipple as he passed it, caressing her sides softly before he moved his hand between them. His thumb found her clit and he applied a bit of pressure, rubbing in little circles around and over the stiff little nubbin that protruded from between her swollen labia.

This last move was all Mia needed to lose herself in the overwhelming feelings as her orgasm crashed over her, delicious wave after delicious wave. She felt the tension in Chris' muscles, who was trying his best to keep the same pace. She wanted him with her in this moment and she upped the pressure of her contracting muscles around his hard shaft.

Two, three more thrusts he lasted before the pressure proved to be his undoing and with a muffled groan he shot ropes of cum in her slick insides. Panting heavily, he finally released her lips, gloating when he saw how swollen they were, and wet and a deep red from what seemed to be the longest kiss he’s ever given in his long life so far.

Cradling her close, he turned them sideways. With a hint of regret he knew they couldn't stay like this, at least not today.

"Sweetheart, we really should get up and get ready. We're supposed to be at Ed's in an hour and a half to meet up with the others," he gently reminded her.

"I know, I'm just not sure if I can walk yet," Mia said as she grinned. "You'll probably have to carry me to the shower and give me a sponge bath."

"Then that is just what I'll do. We can't be late, at least not today," he said, repositioning himself so he was able to sit upright and have Mia sitting in his lap. He had guided her legs around his waist before standing up and walking towards the bathroom as Mia clung to him like a little monkey.

Making haste, they showered and dressed in easy fitting clothes that could easily be discarded or wouldn't be missed should they have to shift suddenly. Much to his surprise they had more time left than he thought they had, so when he drove over to Ed's place they stopped at a diner and ordered some sandwiches to take away and two cups filled with strong java to kick start them for the moment.

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His hand on the door handle, he took another breather before turning the doorknob and pushing open the door. There, in the middle of an oversized circular bed, lay his father, the almighty Alpha, completely knocked out from drugs and alcohol. He was almost tempted to just walk up to him, slit his throat and have this over and done with.

Richard wouldn't do that, he wanted his father to know who took over his pack. He wanted him to know who ended his reign as tyrant and dictator of this pack. Walking around the bed his nose cringed at the smell coming towards him. Though the man on the bed was still of an impressive size and build, he didn't feel anything for him.

All he wanted now was to see the look on that man's face when he realized he’d lost his pack. Not caring if he hurt him or not, he grabbed hold of one of his father's ankles and pulled him out of the bed. With a loud thud he fell on the ground, grunting a little then just turning on his side as if nothing happened and continued to snore as if his life depended on it.

Richard prodded him with his booted foot. Still no movement. Sighing audibly he went to the en-suite, looked around and found a half filled trash can. He emptied it in the tub then filled it with cold water. Walking over to his dad he turned the trash can and poured the cold contents over the snoring man.

Startled, confused and soaking wet, the almighty Alpha looked around. His eyes were unfocused from all the drugs still coursing through his veins.

"Get up, you pathetic excuse of a father," Richard said in a tone devoid of any emotion, "It's time we settle a few things."

Getting his bearings he looked around him. He pulled at his wet clothes and then managed to focus on the large man standing in front of him. His wolf growled, there was another Alpha standing in front of him and he hadn’t even sensed him getting close or even entering. Maybe I had a bit much to drink he thought to himself as he made a feeble attempt at standing up.

"Are you going to grace me with your presence today or do you need more water to wake up, Harry," Richard said, deliberately using his father‘s name, not his title.

Hearing his name spoken cleared up part of the fogginess in his brain. Trying to focus, he took a wrong step and stumbled onto his bed. Sitting down Harry was glad the room was now not spinning as much. Again he tried to focus on the other Alpha standing in front of him.

Richard snapped his fingers in front of Harry's face, trying to get his attention.

"The party is here," Richard said in that same bored tone now. He shook his head. "So this is what has become of the mighty MacLachlan Alpha? A drug addicted drunk, that can't even defend his own pack, let alone stand up without the help of someone else? And for the record, I won't be the one doing any helping."

"Who the fuck are you? How dare you trespass into my territory?" Harry said in an unaccomplished attempt in sounding the strong Alpha he normally was, when sober.

Richard just stood there. If it wasn't for the severity of the things that had come out into the open, he would laugh at what his father had become.

"Take a good look, Harry, I'm the one that will be taking over here and putting things right. Something I should have done ages ago," Richard all but growled in his father's face.

Finally able to zero in on the man standing in front of him Harry let out a loud gasp.

"You're dead, you can't be standing here. I'm imagining this. I ordered you killed!" Harry shouted.

"Maybe your Betas didn't do their job right, trust me I'm very much alive, 'father'." Richard used that one word with so much venom it sounded more like an insult than a fond endearment.

"But how…?" Harry managed to say.

"Maybe you should start paying attention to what is being said around you. They aren't rumors, they're facts. True I almost died, but my mate found me in time and saved me. We've been living far away from everyone and everything. There were a few happy occasions lately and we decided we're done hiding. Much to my surprise, well can't say surprise really, dismay, that sounds better, I was told a few things about what you've been up too. Starting to ring a few bells?" Richard replied.

"Or do you want a reminder of what you ordered your pack to do? Kidnapping human females, forcing a mating and a shift on them? If the Council were to hear of this you would be executed on the spot!" Richard went on.

"Lucky for you my new son-in-law is a Whelan and I have a very stubborn daughter who made sure I could handle this my way. So the tables are turned this time. Now you're at my mercy. Believe me when I say there will only be one Alpha walking away in charge here and it won't be you! Now get your sorry ass up and go outside. I want this over and done with," Richard spoke with authority.

"How dare you come into my house and talk to me like that? Who do you think you are? Just because I fathered you doesn't give you any rights whatsoever," Harry tried to verbally fight back.

"We'll see about that. Outside and we'll take care of that the proper way. Consider this my official challenge for taking over this pack!" Richard shot back.

Right after he sent a mental message to his mate asking if she would be able to clear Harry's clouded mind, that he would be truly sober and no ill effects of the drugs. He wanted this to be an equal battle so nobody could contest his right of leadership.

As he waited for Harry to get his wits about, Gwen poked back saying that Merlin would move in closer once they were outside, he would take away any effects that were left behind because of the drugs and alcohol.

Content with what he was told, he turned to Harry again. "Five minutes, then I'm dragging your ass outside whether you want to or not. I'll be waiting." With that said he turned around and walked outside. All the doors were still locked, sensing his surroundings he knew they were all still out of it. He shook his head dejectedly, what had become of this pack? He’d have to do a major cleanup once he was in charge.

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