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Carefully, he frees my throbbing cock from its prison, and he eyes it greedily. Jayce takes the rolling stool and sits upon it before me as he kisses and licks my balls. He’s truly an expert when it comes to sucking cock. He knows how to rile me up and make me want him more. I feel his lips giving my length butterfly kisses from root to tip. I’m gripping the table hard, trying to resist the urge to thrust up and into his mouth before he’s ready for me.

Slowly, Jayce tortures me; inch by inch, he slides my length to the back of his throat. What he can’t fit in his mouth,he strokes roughly—knowing I like a firm grip. I can’t resist anymore; I start to thrust up each time he takes me down his throat. Soon we find a rhythm that satisfies both of our needs. I release the desk and shove my hands into his hair for complete control. I’m so fucking close. Several more thrusts, and my seed starts pulsing down Jayce’s throat, and he swallows every single drop.

Gently, I caress his scalp, running my fingers through his hair, showing my appreciation. His smile is rewarding enough right now. Hmm, what should I do for him? I’m still hard as steel, and his balls have to be aching. I reach out through the bond to Klaus—he’s definitely the type to get in on some Jayce lovin’. Several moments later, Klaus enters the war room to find Jayce still licking at my cock and me smiling at him. “Come here, Klaus. I want you to suck Jayce’s cock while I fuck his ass. If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll fuck you too, and have Jayce suck your cock as well.”

Klaus’s pupils dilate at the thought of what I just offered him. I turn my head to find Jayce naked and waiting. Gods, I love an eager Omega. I grab Jayce’s hand and lead him over to the doorway that leads into the file room. I place each hand of his on either side of the doorframe. “Get to work, Klaus; make Jayce feel real good.” Klaus takes the rolling stool that Jayce had used earlier and rolls it into position.

I reach around and feel how wet Jayce’s cock is; feeling his pre-cum coat my hand, I pull away and rub it along my length. I give him a few more strokes, milking him some, then take more of his pre-cum and start to massage his rosette, getting the muscles to loosen up. Klaus is taking his time licking Jayce, making him moan and writhe before me. Oh yes, I’m absolutely fucking brilliant at times. As soon as Jayce is relaxed enough, I thrust deep inside of him—sinking balls deep. Jayce likes it rough, so I run my hand up his abs to his chest then his throat. Igrip his throat, applying just enough pressure to have complete control. He moans and leans his head back and to the side in complete submission.

My dragon roars in the back of my mind, pleased with his reaction. I place my free hand on his hip and start thrusting into him hard and fast. I need this more than anything; I need my Aurora. Jayce is no Aurora, but his Omega status helps ease my rutting. I fuck him harder, occasionally making Klaus gag from the sudden forward thrust. I feel Klaus’s free hand come back and grip my balls, and that does it. I come so hard into Jayce’s ass that I end up biting him again, marking him as mine. My bite causes Jayce to come almost immediately. I watch over Jayce’s shoulder as Klaus swallows every drop.

Between Jayce’s and Klaus’s involvement, they have managed to take the edge off my rutting for now. I look up at Jayce and the way Klaus is running his fingers through his hair. I have a feeling these two are involved in their own relationship within the bond. Carefully I withdraw my now-flaccid cock from Jayce’s ass, and I kiss his cheek. “Have fun, you two,” I say as I turn and wave. “Be sure to clean up when you’re done.”

Both guys thank me as I depart, and I can hear them giggling to themselves as I close the door behind me. Yup, those two are definitely an item. The old-school thought is that each member had to be bonded to the other for the strongest connection. But the truth of the matter is, it takes time to forge a strong bond. The stronger the female, the stronger the bond is between the mates through her will alone.

We’re lucky to have Aurora; she’s probably the strongest, most understanding female I’ve ever met. The next three days will be hell for us without Aurora’s presence. For now, I must talk with the others and plan our next possible moves.

CHAPTER 91

Aurora

Three days have passed,and yet to me it feels like only a few hours. My father had a brilliant idea putting me into a state of torpor to endure the heat until it passed. I pull out my amp and tune my guitar. It’s been a while since I’ve played, and I decide to start playing “Popular Monster” by Falling in Reverse. It seems fitting for me.

It doesn’t take long for the guys to locate me as my voice carries through the pack link. My voice fills the main hall in the Alpha House. I let my power explode from me and coat the room in ice. While I slept, my father dream-walked with me, filling me in on almost seven hundred years of our family’s history. He taught me several new skills that I have yet to put into practical application. Today will be the day that those new skills will be tested.

My guys and our pack mates gradually begin to fill the hall as I go through the song. I feel my eyes shift, and my frost begins to coat the floor near me. It’s slowly snaking out along the floorboards, plunging the room into winter. My mates look concerned as they watch as my skin flexes. My facial bones slide and shift, changing the structure of my cheeks as I sing. My beast wants out, and she absolutely loves this song and rememberswhat happens during the video. My pack mates stare in awe as I partially morph then shift back to human with very little effort on my part. I finish the song and set my guitar down next to my favorite chair.

“Today, we change up our training!” I announce as I leap up onto the closest chair to look out over my people. “Break out the swords, machetes, anything sharp that you can wield in your human form. They’re expecting our animals; they will not expect some of us to fight as humans.”

My eyes turn toward my father and Dimitri. “We’re going to take the war to them—old-school. Their Lycans and most of their Strigoi won’t know what hit them. Tactically, this will put us at an advantage, and we will reign supreme in the close-quarters battles. We must control the flow of the war; we must dictate how it begins and ends.” By the time I finish speaking, my pack and my horde feed off my energy and power. Cheers erupt around the Alpha House and outside, where the rest of my people stand listening to my speech. I slightly incline my head toward my people, and they begin to exit the house.

Once everyone has left, I jump down and greet my mates, hugging and kissing each one in turn. “We need to prepare for all possible eventualities. Vladimir is old; he may or may not have taught his pack the old ways. We must make sure each pack member, as well as our allies, know how to use a sword effectively.”

Dimitri nods gently then crosses his thick arms over his barrel chest. “Brilliant plan, my love. I’ve wanted to teach you how to use a sword for years. It’s just, with as unstable as you used to be, it wasn’t the smartest thing to do.” Dimitri smiles his lopsided grin and tilts his head to the left, watching me.

My other mates back up slightly, expecting me to lose my temper over what Dimitri just said. I can’t help but laugh a little; Dimitri isn’t wrong in his assumption. “Good thinking, big guy;someone other than me would have gotten hurt,” I purposely say it calmly and smile afterward. I walk over to Dimitri, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him gently on the lips before backing away. I give him a playful wink, then look at the others.

The twins and Alaric look at me, puzzled and in a semi-state of shock. Klaus and Arnulf have no clue how much of a hellion I was before Oberon helped me. “Are you feeling alright, baby girl?” Dominik comes over and kisses my forehead, and I grab his crotch.

“Yup, perfectly fine. Let’s go train; I’m in the mood for atwin sammichand then a round of pass the Aurora.” I start to walk toward the door in complete silence. I turn around in time to hear Arnulf ask the others what atwin sammichis in a whisper. Jayce is kind enough to lean in and tell Arnulf. I watch Arnulf’s cheeks turn a brilliant crimson. Yup, that poor bird is going to lose his mind later.

Without skipping a beat, I head toward the training ring. Apparently, the town’s blacksmith has a collection of swords from way back in the day. Boris, the Blacksmith, brings me over to the racks and allows me to choose first. I search through the swords and grab one that appears to be a heavily-built rapier. Its weight is just about three pounds, including the ornate hilt. Boris goes on to tell me that it is what’s called a Munich sword. It’s the perfect blend of speed and strength. He gives me a short history lesson on the sword’s previous owner and its use. Apparently, this sword is a stone-cold killer, which just so happens to make it perfect for me.

By the time the guys come out and join me, I’ve decided this is the sword I will use. Alaric goes to the racks next and grabs a rapier and tests its weight in his hands. I smile, watching him as Boris stitches leather gauntlets over my forearms to keep my sleeves out of the way. Once everyone is ready, we pay for ourequipment and then exit Boris’s shop and head to the nearby field training area.

I crack my neck and close my eyes, remembering the lessons my father taught me while I slumbered. I find my center and gradually open my eyes. Confidently, I assume the stance I saw my father take a million times as I flitted through his and Dimitri’s memories of my father’s battles. Slowly, I raise my left hand and motion for Alaric to come at me. My breathing is controlled, and my focus is razor-sharp. I’m watching for any hint of his body telegraphing his move before he makes it. Alaric comes at me hard and fast, and I parry his strikes effortlessly. The blades caress several times, making that eerie scraping sound as they slide over each other.

I push off after the next clash of the blades, throwing Alaric off balance. My mate definitely telegraphs his moves before he strikes, and I’m anticipating them —which is starting to piss him off royally. His next move, I decide to end the match quickly and disarm him with a wide sweeping circle after the last clash. I stand now before him, holding both swords pointed at him. I smirk and toss him back his sword, then blow him a kiss. “Thanks for the warm-up, love.”

“You move like your father,” Dimitri says, looking between Nicodeamus and me.

“I should hope so, my love. Daddy taught me while I slept.” I wink at Dimitri as Alaric passes his sword off to Nicodeamus. Father stretches and tests the weight of the sword in his hand. He eyes up the length of the blade then raises it briefly before assuming his fighting stance.

Father versus daughter, this should be most interesting. I stand en garde with my sword in a neutral position but my body in a combat position. Nicodeamus moves quickly, striking fast and efficiently. Luckily, I’m a quick study. We clash and lock several times, having to push off of each other multiple times.The battle is almost a draw, except my dumb ass gets a bit too cocky, and my father disarms me quickly. I smile at my father; we battled far longer than Alaric, and I did. I’m feeling quite accomplished at the moment. My mates begin to applaud my battle with my father, and I move in quickly to hug my dad and listen to him as he tells me where I went wrong so that I won’t make the same mistake twice.

The rest of the afternoon, I sit beside Nicodeamus, enjoying some quality father/daughter time as he explains to me what each fighter is doing wrong. Out of my mates, Dimitri, Alaric, and—surprisingly—Arnulf are all skilled sword fighters. I watch as they and several pack elders take it upon themselves to teach the others to sword fight. Not everyone will get extensive training—mostly my assault force and the Lycans will.

By mid-afternoon, my father and Dimitri had switched out, and my other mates were replaced by elders. We watch the sparring matches, assessing everyone’s weaknesses and strengths. Arnulf comes to stand before me and bows. “Would you do me the honor of sparring with me?” Arnulf has a bit of a mischievous look in his eye; the eagle is getting bold.

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