Rise Of The Moonwalker Pack

Chapter 7- Again

Jace's pov

Sitting on our bed, I lean back onto my elbows and growl appreciatively at my mate who was currently getting changed.

She's bent over, glorious ass raised high in the air, as she slips her feet into the leggings. "What if you don't make it home?" I try the guilt card, hoping she'll take the bait.

"Are you saying I suck at my job?" She turns around and attempts to pull up her leggings, wiggling and squirming as she goes.

"How am I supposed to know? It's only the first day." I tease. "I'm sure you can spare five minutes."

She stops mid-struggle and looks over at me. Her eyes drink me in, from top to bottom, and I can see the moment she gives in. Her pupils dilate, and her nipples poke through her thin tank top. "Five minutes," She says as she pulls the leggings back off, then comes over to straddle me.

I waste no time disposing her of her panties but don't waste any precious seconds trying to remove her top or bra. That would have to wait till next time.

Ever since she told me about what she was doing later tonight, I've been slightly on edge. There were so many things that could go wrong with this little snooping excursion she was going on. The one thing I didn't do, was try to talk her out of it. I've made that mistake a few times and always came out on the losing end.

Besides, she was now this pack's Beta, and I needed to trust that she knew what she was doing, and would come home to me in one piece.

Speaking of piece, I'd been trying to get one for the last half hour, before she had to leave. At first, I almost had her convinced until the twins barged into our room declaring they were thirsty. By the time I took them downstairs to the kitchen, then put them back in bed, Azariah had gotten partly dressed.

So I had to start the sweet-talking process all over again. She wasn't due to meet Liam for another half an hour, so I had to bring my A-game where sweet-talking her was concerned.

I flip her onto her back in record time and have my way with her. When it's all said and done, I keep my body on top of hers, not bothering to pull out.

She bucks her hips upward, "Come on, move it. I need to get ready now."

"Shhhh," I say as I put a finger over her lips, "I still have at least thirty seconds left of my five minutes, and I plan to enjoy every last one of them."

Her laughing causes my hips to bounce off of hers, reigniting the flame. "You know, it's not like they'll leave without you," I say as I slowly pump myself in and out of her.

She glances at the clock, then looks back at my face with raw hunger gleaming in her eyes. "I was going to walk to the security building to meet them, but if I drive, then I don't have to leave for another fifteen minutes." She nips my lower lip and drags it slowly through her teeth. "You can have ten of them."

Fourteen minutes later, I walk Azariah down to my truck. Her hair is in a tight braid, which I helped with due to the time restraint, and she was wearing all black. Her top is skin tight because apparently she's been ordered to wear one of the kevlar vests.

Thank the Goddess Micah was using his brain when they came up with this plan of theirs.

They would be taking a few other males from the security team, so I at least felt better about things, although it should be myself going with her. Micah said that due to my natural abilities with the dart guns, they needed me at the training grounds at five-thirty a.m. sharp.