Abandoned Treasure
Porcupine Sex

Warrior Vic Knightly’s POV

Arrowhead Pack Beta Home, North Shore of Minnesota

Thursday, December 17, 2018

When not napping in the basement extra bedroom of Ron and Teri’s lake home, I watched the news coverage from today. The skies had cleared enough for news helicopters, and the roads got plowed so the news vans could get through. At least two stations were reporting from the hillside above the Pack main entrance, and I’d seen aerial shots of the compound and the lake.

Ten dead bikers will do that, plus the ‘dogs’ and defenders.

It looked like a police convention. The Lake County Sheriff’s Department cars were first here, but Minnesota and the Feds filled the road outside the Alpha home. Crime scene tape surrounded it. Two Bureau of Criminal Apprehension crime scene vans loaded boxes of evidence in plastic bags. The Coroner made multiple trips that day, with every body bag shown live on television. I saw agents from the Drug Enforcement Agency, Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, Customs and Border Patrol, Department of Justice, and even the State Attorney General’s office.

I could see how upset the State guys were when the Feds asserted jurisdiction. The Sons of Tezcatlipoca Task Force arrived mid-day and took over the case. Facts were hard to come by, and speculation was running rampant. It would have been better if the police had never gotten involved, but you can’t hide gun battles, grenades, and hostages.

The rest of the Pack was in lockdown or headed to Oxbow Lake for safety reasons. They even considered evacuating me but decided against it to keep Spider Monkey and Beta Teri working together.

I heard Spider Monkey coming downstairs and clicked the television off. Tossing the sheet off my body, I touched myself as I imagined her lips on it. She opened the door, her eyes widening as she took in the sight. “I was hoping you’d come.”

“Oh God, is that for me?”

“If you can be gentle with it. You’re wearing too many clothes, Spider. Strip for me.” She started to come closer, but I stopped her. “Right there. Show me how sexy my little monkey is.”

My woman started to dance to a song in her head. She pulled her sweatshirt off, exposing her tits for a brief moment before her T-shirt covered them again. “Beautiful,” I said. She turned her back to me and pushed her leggings off while wiggling her butt at me. My manhood was fully erect from watching her strip. She pulled off her bra from inside her shirt. “It’s like magic how you can do that.”

“Can’t let the boys see the goodies,” she whispered. I ignored the twinges of pain as I watched her finish her dance naked before me. “What do you think?”

“You’re five feet of dynamite, baby, and I’m about to explode.”

She was careful as she straddled me. “Oh God,” she moaned as she slid down my fireman’s pole.

“I love you.”

It was porcupine sex, slow and careful so nobody got hurt. Spider Monkey watched me for any signs of pain. She wouldn’t let me move as her tight sex gripped my length. She was careful not to put her weight on me as she rode me cowgirl style. “I’m close,” she moaned.

I moved my hands to her tits, pinching her nipples until she squealed. “You hold off,” I ordered. “You cum when I tell you. There will be consequences if you do it without permission.”

“Consequences?” She kept up the slow grind.

“Yes.” She loved it when I got all dominant with her. Orgasm denial and light impact play would set her off like a firecracker.

“Are you going to take me over your knee and spank me like the naughty girl I am?”

“Maybe I’ll hold you upside down with one hand by your ankles and spank you like a newborn,” I teased. “Naughty girls get punished.” I smacked the outside of her tits, making her clench my rod even tighter. She was close.

“VIC, SPANK ME, SPANK YOUR NAUGHTY GIRL,” Spider screamed as her orgasm overtook her. I smacked her ass as hard as I could with my good hand as she sucked the cum out of my cock. My woman finally recovered, tucked into my side. “That was amazing.”

“You didn’t wait for permission,” I said.

“I couldn’t help it! You were teasing me, and I just lost control!”

“You’ll learn to control it, or your ass will pay the price. When I’ve got you locked in the bedroom for weeks? You’ll learn.”

“It’s not punishment if I like it,” she giggled.

“It’s your ass,” I said as I smacked it again.

Teri knocked. “If you two are done with the whole ‘naughty schoolgirl and the headmaster’ scene, we have work to do.”

Spidey grinned. “That’s later. I have to get a plaid skirt, white blouse, and stockings first.”

“You can borrow my outfit. Come on, Spider. Dinner’s in ten.”

I laughed at the thought of the two women in schoolgirl outfits, which made Spider giggle. “Do you think all Asian women have that fantasy?”

I nodded. “All women like to dress up and pretend they are innocent teens again, whether in a plaid skirt or a cheerleading outfit. I wouldn’t worry about it. You can compare notes on your kinks over dinner since she was as loud as you today.”

“True.” She got up, cupping herself as my seed gushed out. “I need a shower.”

“No. You smell like me, and I like it that way. Get dressed and go; I’ll be fine. You two are doing important work. We need to know how much the Task Force knows about us.”

She leaned down and kissed me. “I’ll bring your food down.”

Spider Monkey and Teri worked all night on a presentation for the emergency Council meeting. Alpha Ulffson was hosting the North American Alphas, and Chase would be attending for Arrowhead with Beta Coral as his second. When Coral returned home as the new Alpha of the Blue River Pack? I was shocked. “That’s not the worst part,” Teri linked to me. “Chase managed to save Frank Grimes for now, but he’s still in a coma, and may have brain damage from the blood loss.

“Just in time for Luna Colletta to return from Washington,” I realized. “Can she survive losing him?”

“I don’t know,” Tina said. “I’m worried about her sanity, but I’m just as worried about what happens when the DEA replaces out we killed him. Suspended or not, the man is the Director of the Los Angeles office.”

“And I’m stuck recovering.” That reminded me of something, and I added Alpha Rori to the link. “Alpha, you will need my help once the emergency Council meeting ends. Can I shift a few times to kick-start my recovery?

“Oh, HELL no,” Rori replied. “You’re the one who brought the clingy little acrobat here. It would take a human weeks to recover from those wounds. If you shift? The rapid healing will show her that you aren’t fully human. The Council is holding the line on this; any humans who learn of our nature must die. Unless Mom can change their minds, keeping your wolf nature a secret from her is the only way to keep Spider Monkey alive.”

“So I am useless to you when you need warriors.”

“Right now, I need Spider Monkey’s help more than yours. Our allies are coming to help defend the Pack. I need Spider Monkey and Teri to take those bastards down.”

I could hear Teri chuckling over the link. “She’s a real asset to the Pack, Vic. Don’t fuck this up.”

My wolf didn’t like the idea of Spider Monkey being in danger, but she was. The Council would take a dim view of Arrowhead sheltering another human. The Sons would put her at the top of the hit list if they realized who took their money. “Understood.”

“That means you limit the sex for a week or so,” Teri added. “You’ve had two major surgeries lately. Don’t rip your stitches out.”

“You all are ‘no-fun Smurfs,’” I grumbled.

“You’re the one who got shot from behind twice,” Rori told me. “Rest and recover, Vic. I’ve got this.”

I tried to rest. That lasted until I learned that dozens of Sons had gathered in Duluth. Rori briefed the Pack on the warning she’d gotten from the Police Chief. We would be on high alert for a potential attack at three in the morning. Defending the Pack was my job! “What are my orders, Alpha?”

“You keep Spider Monkey calm and in the safe room, Vic.”

“I’m a trained sniper! I should be manning an elevated position with a scoped rifle!”

“We don’t need you, Vic. I’ve got dozens of Warrior and above wolves augmenting my defenses and at least fifty members of the Brotherhood so far. We’re making a show of force. Even the Sons won’t be stupid enough to attack us tonight. Stay in bed and out of sight. I don’t want the Brotherhood asking about how you got yourself shot! You are to go no farther than the bathroom unless it is to the safe room. Now shut up and rest. I’m busy.”

She’d put Alpha command into that last part, so I was stuck here. I slept through the night with Spider Monkey at my side, waking only when Alpha Rori broadcast the all-clear. The Sons around us found the GPS locators on their cars and bolted while Duluth Police and the FBI cut down the main force.

The news wasn’t all good. The Alphas filed charges against Chase and Rori for exposing our nature to Frank Grimes. They were restricted to Pack lands now under Council Enforcer supervision. That trial wouldn’t be until after the New Year. Frank was quietly moved to Arrowhead with Colletta, as some Alphas didn’t like that he was still breathing.

With the danger over, some of the Brotherhood and their Ladies headed home. They all received fat Christmas cards to cover their expenses, courtesy of the bags we’d liberated. Others stayed to party in the pool, ride snowmobiles, and go fishing while in town.

By Sunday night, everyone except family was gone. That included Spider Monkey, who had returned to the Bay Area to quit her job at Google and settle her affairs. “The last van shuttle to the Minneapolis airport just left,” I said as I poked my head into the Alpha offices. “All of the Brotherhood members are gone except Mongo and Three Tequila, who are still in Roadkill’s house. I’ve notified the Pack that they can return to normal now.” It was all right to start shifting and speaking openly again since those two were Trusted Agents who already knew of our dual nature.

It was pushing ten at night, and I was exhausted. I could walk without a limp and returned to work after she drove away.

Chase and a security escort had taken Spider Monkey to the Federal Reserve Bank in Minneapolis this morning. She brought along the bag of money she’d received for her part in the Los Angeles raid. Chase had all nine bags he’d brought home to Arrowhead. I was officially dating a millionaire; Spidey texted me she had another $2,215,000 in the bank. Thanks to the agreement Colletta had brokered with the Feds, it was legally hers and tax-free. “I can ALMOST afford a 3-bedroom condo in San Jose now,” she teased me over the phone.

“Only three bedrooms? Does it have a four-car garage? We need room for our kids and our motorcycles,” I replied.

Everything wasn’t sunshine and roses, though. Alpha Rori asked me to step up to be the Pack Beta in charge of security. It was my dream job, but I couldn’t talk to my woman about it. The Council was being a pain in the ass about the number of Trusted Agents that Arrowhead had. If she found out what I was? The Council orders were to kill her.

Chase waved me in to sit next to Betas Ron and Teri. Rori pulled a juice out of the fridge and went to sit on Chase’s lap. He wrapped an arm around his pregnant mate to calm his wolf. “We have a job for you tomorrow, Vic. We thought you might want to get out a bit after being locked down all these days.”

“It would be nice,” I said. “How may I serve you?”

“Mongo has to get back to Orlando. His Club and his business need him,” Chase said. “Three Tequila plans to stay for a few more days, but she wants to see Heather Rhodes.”

“Fuck.” That was a bomb waiting to happen.

“Yeah. The reasons for exile are no longer valid, Vic. The Sons are no longer a threat to her, and Colletta disclosed to the Feds that she was still alive and protected by us.”

“I’m uncomfortable keeping Heather away from us and our protection any longer,” Alpha Rori said. “At the time, anonymity and a low profile were important. Now? Heather needs stability and to get on with her life.”

“I thought someone recognized her, and that’s why she had to hide.”

“Someone did, and when you bring her back, you need to make sure no one sees her. Take one of the cargo vans. Put a bed in the back so she can rest. No one can see her.” I would have to drive to Alexandria, link up with Greg, and drive to the home they were renting. “Leave Greg behind. Tell him to stay another week and remove all evidence of Heather at the house. He can sell or trash what isn’t worth bringing back and text us when he needs a van. We can always send someone down to help him move.”

“You think he has that much?”

“I told him to hide for months, and they had money to get what they needed,” Rori said. “Whatever they bought, we can replace a home for.”

“OK, so I drive Three T and Mongo to Minneapolis, drop him at the airport, drive to Alexandria, pick up Heather, and bring her home. I leave Greg to pack up.”

“That’s it. Mongo’s flight leaves at eleven-fifty. You’ll need to leave here by six-thirty.”

“Does Greg know I’m coming?”

“No. We have no way of contacting him without getting close enough to link. We only have a general idea of where he is hiding her,” Chase said.

“I better get some sleep then,” I said. “Thank you, Alphas.” I smiled as I walked back to my room. The Alphas trusting you with those they care about was an honor for any warrior.

I had no idea of the shitshow I was walking into.