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Beta Vic Knightly’s POV

Arrowhead Pack Beta Residence

“Oh, God! Vic! Yes! Right there!”

Spider Monkey was moaning in pleasure as I worked my thumbs into her back and neck. I worked my way down her spine, my big hands massaging the stress right out of her body. We’d gone to dinner early, and I’d noticed her wince when she stood up. All I had to hear was that her back was sore, and I carried her home to take care of her.

I’d put an old sheet down over the bedspread, put a throw pillow down to make her more comfortable with her pregnancy belly, and broke out the massage oil. Now I was straddling her thighs, both of us naked as I worked her muscles. The tight spot I was working was on her lower back, and it was as stubborn as she was. I dripped on more oil and started using the heels of my hands from the spine out towards her hips. I smiled as Spider’s moans became louder and near-continuous.

I could scent something else; her arousal was becoming overwhelming. It always happened, and I always enjoyed the fruits of my labor. I teased her as I moved down from her back, kneading her gluteus maximus before going down to the backs of her thighs. She tried to move to get my hands where she wanted them, but I was wise to her ways and kept them clear. Instead, I kept going down her legs, working her thighs and calves before ending at her feet.

Spider Monkey was a small woman carrying a big baby, and her feet and back paid the price. Marcellus Wallace was right; a foot massage was a sensual thing. I worked oil in as I rubbed her instep up to her toes. She moaned with pleasure as I rolled her onto her back and started working my way north again.

“Please, Vic, I’m so horny right now,” she said as she grabbed my head and guided me down. “YES! That’s it, right there!” I slid my oiled hands under her tiny butt and lifted her hips as my lips and tongue went to work. She came quickly as my tongue flicked over her swollen clit, but that wasn’t enough for me. It wasn’t long before she lost the ability to speak, and I lost the ability to breathe as she held me in place. She came twice more before she let go of me, exhausted from the pleasure.

“Better?”

She nodded as she caught her breath. “I need you, baby. Please.”

“Carefully,” I said. Doc said she could continue to have sex as long as it wasn’t painful or uncomfortable. Our size disparity was such that I wouldn’t get on top anymore, and her belly was too big to ride me for long. I grabbed her thighs, scooting Spider until her butt was at the edge of the bed, and held her legs as I pushed inside her. She was hot, tight, and wet; I wouldn’t last long.

“More,” she begged me. I sank in halfway, watching her for any sign of pain. Her head fell back, and she let out another moan as she pulled me deeper. I stopped before I could bottom out, slowly backing up and then moving forward again. I set up an easy rhythm, enjoying the sensation of the coupling. “Faster,” she begged.

“No,” I told her as I started rubbing her clit with my thumb. “I can’t lose control.” It didn’t matter; we were building to a climax that nothing could stop. I forced myself to hold back as I waited for her to peak with me.

“Beta Vic, you are needed in the security center. Chase and Maria are about to land in Leesburg.”

“I’ll be there shortly,” I told Larry, the warrior running the Security Center.

“What’s going on?”

Spider Monkey didn’t have the link, but the glazed-over look and my disappointment made it clear someone had talked to me. “Work. Not until I’m done with you, though.” I speeded up my thrusts and held her thighs closer together, making her sex even tighter on my throbbing cock. It only took ten more strokes before she went off again, and I came with her. I filled her up as she came down from her peak. “I love you so much, baby,” I told her as I rolled her onto her side.

“I love you too, baby, but I’m a mess here.”

I grabbed a towel and held it in place while I carried her to the bathroom. I had just enough time for a quick shower before I pulled on my clothes and headed out, leaving Spider Monkey alone in the shower. “What’s going on,” I asked Larry as I walked into the state-of-the-art security center. From here, we could monitor perimeter alarms, monitor the motion-sensing cameras, and control all of the people and equipment that made up our Pack defensive plan. High-def monitors of all sizes filled the walls, and one was showing the live news from Leesburg. Chase’s plane was on its final approach.

“I don’t like the Alpha being out there, and I don’t understand risking Maria,” Larry said.

“It’s their call. The Feds need to draw Julio out; there is no way Chase is getting on a plane with that guy.”

“I’m more worried he’ll kill the Alpha on sight.”

“We know Julio wants Maria and Maritza alive, so he won’t do anything that endangers them. I won’t worry until they are outside the plane.” We watched as his plane landed and taxied to the terminal area. Three FBI vehicles were waiting as the stairs came down. Chase was out first, carrying Maritza’s car carrier seat, followed by Maria and the warriors forming his protective detail. The group loaded up and drove across the airport to where the government jet waited, ten million in cash inside the open cargo bay.

We watched as they stood on the tarmac and nothing happened. The deadline passed, and still nothing. The news team had cameras focused on the group, and I saw Chase pull his phone out. Our phone rang a few seconds later; Larry hit the button for the speakerphone. “It’s Chase. RED ALERT ARROWHEAD! Get Rori and the babies to the safe room NOW!”

Larry was hitting the emergency alarm while Alpha Chase was still talking. Alarms started sounding in all the buildings. I opened up the Pack link to everyone. “Red alert, red alert, man defensive positions and lock down all entrances. All others get to the safe room.” I knew Chase could hear the alarms going. “Alpha, what’s going on?”

“Julio isn’t here; he never was. He wanted us out of the way so he could take out my family before he kills me.”

“DAMN!” I knew Spider Monkey would be high on his list. I made sure one of the warriors was escorting her to the Safe Room. “We’ve got nothing on the sensors, Alpha. Roads are clear. In two minutes, we’ll be at full readiness, and the safe room will be secure.”

“I want to know as soon as Rori and the babies are secure,” he told me. Three more people entered the room, each taking a station monitoring different parts of our defenses. The last defender reported to Larry she was in place; a Red Alert meant attack in progress, so everyone had rounds chambered. Vehicle barriers were in place across the roadways that could stop a truck. Building exterior doors and tunnels entrances were all locked down, and all ground floor windows shuttered closed. Trained snipers were in position on the rooftops and deployed to prepared fighting positions. It would take a company of infantry with armored vehicles to make it through the killing field now.

Soon after, Rori linked to me that everyone else was in the safe room and the door was closed. It would take a truckload of explosives to get at them now. “We’re locked down and ready, Alpha. There’s still nothing on the alarm screen or cameras.”

“He’s around there somewhere,” Chase said. “I need to talk to Frank. Call me if anything changes, Vic.”

“Yes, sir,” I said before he hung up on me. You could cut the tension with a knife as we waited; I filled the Pack in on what Chase had told me. “Make sure weapon safeties are on, and keep up your scanning routines,” I told everyone. “This could be a long night.”

“I don’t think it will be,” Larry said. “If Chase is right and Julio did this to get them away while he attacked, he has to do it in the next four hours. Chase isn’t going to stay in Washington if his family is in danger, and it’s a three-and-a-half-hour flight time.”

I called Oxbow Lake and let Alpha Michael know what was going on. Many of his warriors were in Washington, so he decided to go on alert just in case. I’d just gotten off the phone when Larry pointed to the television. “I don’t believe it! It’s the First Husband!”

The live cameras showed Andrew Kettering sitting on the back of a news van parked on the road by our main entrance. One of the technicians was cleaning an injury to his shoulder. “Son of a BITCH!” I said as the camera closed in on his shoulder. “Julio fucking BIT him!”

“The wounds are scabbed over, Beta. He must have bitten him hours ago.”

I nodded at Larry. “Form a detail and bring him to the clinic. Tell them that we’re the only ones with experience treating bites if they want to put him in an ambulance instead. Possum will have to take care of him until I can get Doc here from Oxbow Lake.” I made that call to Alpha Michael.

It wasn’t about Rori at all. Biting Andrew sentenced him to a long, painful death that the President would have to watch along with the entire world. I didn’t know if we could stop it, but I was sure we’d get blamed for it.