FERAL BLOOD

THE PLAN

Mica saw his eyes clear a bit as he talked to someone on the phone. It was short and to the point.

“I have to go. There was some trouble with the pack” he said as he hung the phone up. Victor moved so fast she didn't have time to react as he pinned her slender wrists in a one-handed grip over her head.

“Wh—” She began to say, but her words died on her lips. Instead, she moaned when he slowly slid into her. The heated flesh of her lover filled her and her body trembled with delight.

“Sorry sweetness, this is going to be fast and hard,” he said in a near guttural snarl as his hips beat into her. The tension in her body had already been wound tight. As he moved at a savage pace, the feeling grew in intensity.

“Oh Mica, you're so hot and wet,” he growled into her ear. The need was being drawn from her as his erection pushed in and out of her.

The truck rocked violently along with Victor's movements. A heated rush ran up her spine as he twitched inside her. She arched her back against the steel wall of his chest as the heavenly waves of her orgasm washed over her. Her moaning and gasping resounded in the cab. Moments later, another wave of heated fluid flooded her as Victor spilled his seed into her while he roared her name.

He nipped her ear gently, working his tongue up over her jawline towards her lips before he finally kissed her tenderly.

“I'll be late. You don't have to wait up if you don't want,” he said as he sat up and peeled his shirt off, and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” She said, suddenly aware of her nakedness, and her shyness grew again.

“No one's here but you and me,” he told her. “I’m sorry about this.”

“I understand. It’s what you need to do,” she said. Victor kissed her again before she got out of the truck.

Mica watched the red lights recede into the darkness. She sighed loudly. He trusted her not to simply run away. She walked towards the long narrow wooden dock that was lit up with cheap patio lanterns. The idea now played in her mind. But there was really no place to run. Even if there was, the wolf in her had already made up its mind about Victor Feral the night he took her virginity. She stepped up onto the small houseboat and thought of her past twenty-four hours. Mica realized there was one thing she might change.

She smiled, the idea of being hunted down by Victor sent a certain calling to her inner wolf and she shivered. Tomorrow morning she would get up and flee. Find out how long it would take her mate to hunt her down. It was instinct that made her want him to catch her. Part of the courting ritual she had missed out on. Now it was something she would make him do, regardless of the fact they were a bonded pair.

She was tired but excited. The quickie in the truck had left her wanting more and now she couldn't wait for Victor to come home. As an Alpha's daughter, she knew how often nights like this would happen. Her father used to be called away at all hours of the night and he would just up and leave. It wasn't as if she wouldn’t have the same issues. It would be her duty to govern the females in the pack, help with problems, and to make recommendations to her mate if need be.

Mica hoped it wouldn't be a long night for him on this call. She had never been alone at night before. She was a little nervous. Her father had always left her with a bodyguard and this was new for her. With a toss, Victor's shirt landed on the bed and she peeled the remnants of her gown off. Mica ran the shower and let the heated spray wash over her. The smell of his soap, shampoo, and shaving gel was heavy in here and it fueled her desire to be with him again.

The instant she stepped out of the washroom in Victor's bathrobe, she knew something was wrong. She caught the scent of humans. Not one but several and all were males. She could make out the sounds of footsteps walking towards where she stood in the small hall. The only place she could turn to flee was toward the intruder to get to the bedroom or to the bathroom, with its flimsy folding plastic door being the only thing to stop whoever it was from barging in.

Mica decided to stand her ground. The shadow fell across the floor and she got a better smell of the intruder closing in on her. Collin.

“Well hello,” he said, eyeing her over as he turned into the small hallway.

“What are you doing here?” She demanded.

“I came to see my brother...I assume he was called away?” He grinned as he talked.

“Yes, now you should leave.”

“No, I don't think so. Not yet anyway.”

“He told you to get out of his territory,” Mica became agitated.

“I'm not one of his dogs he can order around.”

“What do you want?”

“What rightfully belongs to me,” he said as his eyes traveled over her.

Collin stepped closer and forced her to step back until she was pressed with her back against the wall. Mica stood fearless as Collin placed a hand on either side of her shoulders as the other two men watched.

“You know that was a nice little peep show in the truck. Me and my men here really enjoyed it,” he said. He leaned in closer and she caught the scent of his arousal building.

“You're disgusting,” She told him as she glared icily at him. He had watched them in the truck, which meant he had waited for his brother to leave. Her stomach knotted with that realization.

“Really? You find me disgusting?” He asked. His eyes narrowed menacingly at her as his fingers lightly ran through her hair.

“You're beautiful. Tell me, are you human? I never got the wolf genetics as my two younger brothers did, so I can't smell if so or not as they can.”

“Get away from me,” She growled. Mica ducked under his arm as his mouth moved towards hers and she ran.

“Come back here,” he yelled.

Mica fled toward the bedroom where she knew Victor's rifle was. Her mind was not thinking rationally as she bolted into the room. Collin and his two men were just a few steps behind her as she lunged towards it. She actually managed to yank it off the dresser and wheeled it around in time for the business end to be pointed at Collin's face.

“Get off this boat or so help me god I'll kill you,” she yelled.

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Victor stood shaking in rage beside the bed. The air in the room was heavy with Mica and his brother's scents, along with blood. Mica lay on the bed, her tiny frame looked so helpless as she stared up at him with tear-filled eyes. She had shot Collin in the arm and managed to scare him off. Now she was so upset she couldn't even talk right. Victor knew his older brother was an asshole. But he never thought for one minute that Collin would be capable of making an unwanted move on a woman. Let alone his mate.

When he was old enough to be on his own, Collin left the pack. Apparently, he made a big name for himself in the Military weapons and development business. Which was what made him exceedingly wealthy. It was something he had tried to rub into their father's face on his death bed. Victor had nearly killed him for it. To say Collin had a chip on his shoulder would be an understatement. He had wanted to be an Alpha. Had hated not being born a werewolf and resented both Mike and himself as they were lucky enough to have been.

Mica was still a little shaken up as he curled up beside her on the bed. He knew there would be nothing he wouldn’t do for her. A bond had been created their first time together. It reminded him of old tales of the first two werewolves, cursed lovers who fell hard and fast the first time they had embraced. The tale was taught to all of them when they were just pups. Each pack had its own variation, but it was basically the same.

Mica was his and he was hers. Together they would build the Feral pack back to the population it had once been. Victor wanted her plump and round with his babies as soon as possible. They had many years ahead of them and he looked forward to each and every one. As sleep stole them both away, he smiled as she snuggled up closer to his chest. She wrapped her arm around his waist and murmured softly.

* * * ~~~ * * *

Collin was pissed. His inside man had informed him of Victor’s bonding ceremony just a few hours before it took place. When he learned she was a she-wolf, he knew he needed to obtain her. He tossed back his gin and slammed the glass down on the oak table. Yet again Victor had something Collin wanted and deserved. He should never have been the one to become a Lycan, which should have been himself. Now he was alpha of the pack and had a she-wolf as a mate. Like hell was Collin going to sit idly by and let him have everything.

His experiments on Benjamin had been useful, but with the she-wolf then he would have ample DNA of the Lycan strand. The current projects would have to be rethought and he would need to alter some of the experiments. But with his financial backers, that would be no problem. Now all he needed was to capture the Alpha b***h and he could kill two birds with one stone.

Taking Victor’s mate would be a nice stab at him and thoughts of her flowed into his mind. She was extremely beautiful, and he imagined what it would be like to have her. It would happen, he wanted more than just to take her from Victor. He wanted her for himself. A she-wolf would ensure his sons and daughters carried the DNA strand. That it was his children and not his brother’s that held the status of alpha within the Feral pack he would create.

As he rose from his seat, he grimaced in pain. The girl had shot him as he attempted to grab her in the bedroom. He had full intentions of taking her in his brother’s bed. It would have been a welcome home Victor would never have forgotten if Collin had succeeded, but she grabbed the rifle. He didn’t think she would shoot him, but she proved him wrong. He needed to order his men not to return fire to keep them from killing her.

Without thinking twice, he had given the command to tell Greg he wanted the girl. The Beta to the Dickson pack knew what would happen if Collin didn’t get what he wanted. He was a natural to be a leader. It had been something his father should have seen. Victor was not. Too soft and caring, he was by no means near ruthless enough to make the Feral pack what it once was.

Collin knew he could have and now he would make his own. The pack he would create would eventually replace all the packs. To hell with his family, they had made him feel like a pariah for far too long. Hell, even his own father and mother had looked at him as if he was a mistake they wished they could undo. He picked up his phone and dialed the Senator. The man would be more than happy to hear about his latest idea, and Collin knew that would mean additional funding for the Hybrid Project.