Aztec Treasure
Thunder Bay

Maria (Meztli) Skollson’s POV

Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada

My phone alarm went off, rousing me out of deep sleep. I rolled over and turned it off, groaning as my body protested the movements. Lance had used his new wife hard and often on his wedding night, and it would take a bit for my body to recover. “Come on, my husband,” I said as I sat up. The sheet pooled around my waist as I stretched my arms and back.

“Mmmm, that’s a sight I’ll never get tired of,” he said.

“Shower.” I got out of bed and padded my way to the hotel bathroom, eventually ending up in the shower with the hot water pouring over my face. I sensed him coming in behind me and smiled. “Didn’t you get enough of me last night?”

“I still have the skin on my dick, so I’m not done with you yet,” he teased. I laughed, thinking back to how sore we both were after my heat.

“Do my hair?” He put some shampoo in his hands and started working it into my hair and scalp. I started purring in pleasure as his fingers caressed my skin; cats LOVE to be scratched and touched, after all. He rinsed it out and put the conditioner in, then started washing my body. I didn’t want to get turned on, but he wasn’t giving me a choice. His hands were that good, and one of them kept rubbing my kitty and making it all wet. “My turn,” I told him.

I got the washcloth ready as he turned away from me. I loved his body, so tall and muscular compared to my small and athletic frame. I did his hair, swearing that I’d get rid of that stupid mullet now that we were married. I finished his back and legs and turned him around. Predictably, he was hard as a rock. I gave him a look, and he just shrugged. “You do that to me constantly,” he said. “There is no one else for me.”

I scrubbed his chest and arms, leaving kisses behind as I rinsed him off. I made my way down, going to my knees to get his legs and feet. Lance’s lance was in my face, and I teased him by kissing and licking it before going back to washing him off. He groaned and begged, but I just kept washing him in between teases. Finally, he’d had enough. He hoisted me up like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist, and my hands grabbed his neck. I could feel his hard cock between us as his hands moved to cup my ass. My back hit the shower wall, and I dropped a hand down to guide him to my entrance. He stuffed me full with the first thrust, making me scream in pleasure and pain. “You shouldn’t tease a wolf,” he said with a grin as he started pounding me.

“Just fucking take me,” I said as the first orgasm left me trembling in his arms. He gave me two more before he filled me with his hot seed.

Lance carried me out and dried me off, but he didn’t let me clean up all the mess he’d left behind. “The wolves need to know you are MINE,” he said with a low growl.

“I think they know after all the screaming,” I replied. It wasn’t worth fighting about, and my cat liked the idea of having that scent strong on us around all the males. We got dressed in our riding clothes and checked out. I sent a message to Special Agent Black, letting her know we were heading to Tina’s Breakfast and Lunch to meet the other riders. We had a dozen other bikers heading out with us, so I wasn’t worried about security. I’d made arrangements with Tina last week, leaving her the debit card number and a picture of the wristband our group’s riders would be wearing. Anyone showing up with the wristband got added to my bill.

The caravan was leaving Thunder Bay at ten, so we had plenty of time. Some people ate the Continental Breakfast at their hotel and hit the road early for an optional run with Roadkill. They left twenty minutes ago, heading north of town. The hard-core riders were going down the Sleeping Giant Provincial Park peninsula and would meet us where their road connected to 17 at ten-thirty.

I walked outside with Lance when Coral yelled for me from across the parking lot. She waved me over, saying she needed to talk to me. “I’ll see you at breakfast,” I said. I followed Alpha Coral onto her brother’s Newmar Canyon 3927 Toy Hauler, a luxury Class A motorhome bought just in time for this trip. Maritza was waiting for me, but that wasn’t the shock.

“Congratulations, Maria,” Spider Monkey said. “It was a beautiful wedding.”

“Spider? Vic?” It was a good thing the door was closed behind me as I squealed and hugged them both. “I’ve been so worried about you!”

“We’re fine, as you can see,” Vic said.

“Are you joining our trip?”

“No,” Vic replied. “We’re leaving with Alpha Coral and Hope on their private jet this morning. Alpha Keith will finish the ride.”

Coral nodded. “I’m too pregnant to ride, and I’m needed back home. Vic and Spidey have already seen the Great Lakes, and we need to stay out of sight.”

I looked over at Spider Monkey. “How?”

“The Katahdin Pack brought us up from Maryland and got us across the border. We had Canadian passports and identifications that Coral provided, and they drove one of their RVs from Maine to here. We watched your wedding from the overlook on the Canadian side. It was perfect, but it’s the only time we’ve been out of the RV in a week. We brought the lawyers along for the financial stuff, but all that is behind us, and Sinaloa is no more.”

I hugged Spider a little tighter. “Then come home! I miss you!”

“We have to stay out of sight for a few years,” Spider said with tears in her eyes. “We’ve joined the Blue River Pack; they are isolated enough that no one will know we are there. Our baby will be born there, and they have a good doctor.”

“What will you do?”

“I don’t know. Vic won’t let me touch a computer or a phone because it could lead people to us. I guess I’ll be a Mom and become a wolf.”

At least I know she is safe, and Chase will visit his twin sister. We’ll have to come along. “So this is goodbye?”

Vic nodded. “It is. We sold our house back to Arrowhead and told Chase to start looking for another Beta. He’s not happy, but he’s glad that we’ll be with his sister.”

“Our car is here,” Coral said.

“Time to go,” Possum said. “Go back to Lance and head to breakfast, and we’ll meet you there.”

I gave BDSM one last hug and walked out. There was a black Suburban with tinted windows waiting with the door open. I walked past, heading for the line of Harleys, and heard the door close before it pulled away.

I cried the whole way to breakfast as I told Lance what happened. “They are safe and happy, and that’s all that is important,” he told me. “What they did for us won’t be forgotten.”

“I’m just trying to imagine Spider Monkey without a computer,” I said with a laugh. “Talk about withdrawals! It’s been her whole LIFE!”

“She’s got millions of reasons to stay off it now,” he replied as we pulled into the parking lot. The place was full of customers, so we had to wait for a table to open up. The nannies agreed to take Maritza and Chase’s toddlers Cheryl and Mark to a separate table with their guards.

More bikes were arriving all the time, and I recognized Lana’s BMW. She walked in with a tall, handsome man and a smile on her face that matched mine. She was also walking a little gingerly. She’d gotten laid and laid well! When they came in, I waved them over. She introduced me to James Carver, a Beta in the Donner Pack. “I need to wash up before we’re seated,” I said as I pulled her to the bathroom. I didn’t miss the way he looked at her as we walked away. As soon as we got inside, I turned to her. “Damn, girl, he’s hot!”

She blushed. “I can’t believe that man is eighty-seven years old. He looks like he’s thirty and fucks like he’s eighteen!” We quickly washed up while we talked. “I couldn’t believe it when he came over to talk to me last night. We sat together for hours before I brought him back to my room. I haven’t had a night like that since I was in college.” I could believe it; FBI life wouldn’t be conducive to dating. “He’s not intimidated at all by my age or my job.” Lana was in her late twenties and had never been married.

“From how he looks at you, he’s interested in more than sex,” I told her. “Relax and enjoy the time together.” If they were mates, he’d never leave her side.

We went back out and got a big table right away. The wolves were all ordering big breakfasts, heavy on the meats. I had a Banana Split Waffle because I’m pregnant, and I can have what I want, right? I did steal Lance’s bacon, and he didn’t complain. If that’s not true love, what is?

I learned a little more about James; he’d been one of the four Betas there for fifty years. He sold his construction company last year when it became too obvious he wasn’t aging like other people in the Squaw Valley area. He’d been to Arrowhead looking for a mate a few times and liked it. He was planning to sound out Chase about a Pack transfer if there was a Beta spot available. “And now there is,” I sent to Lance.

We finished up and freed the table, and I went over to Chase’s RV to work on logistics for later today as the guys went out to ride around and talk motorcycles. At ten, everyone was gassed up and ready for the ride. I was sitting behind Lance in our spot near the back of the Pack as we got ready to leave. Lana had her BMW next to mine, while James had his rental Harley behind me. For some reason, he gave up his prime spot with the Betas to slum around with the unranked.

Huh.