Page 24 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

And Vic did, relishing every moan that tumbled from Saul’s lips as Crank slid slick fingers into his hole, every groan when Crank’s tongue teased his pucker. He loved the way Saul’s eyes rolled back when Crank fucked him with his fingers and sucked his cock. Vic pulled on his own dick in time with Crank, until his breathing was in synch with theirs.

Saul gaped at the small bright pink butt plug. “That’s not even gonna tickle,” he retorted.

“It’ll feel bigger than it looks,” Crank assured him. “And you should be grateful I’m working you up to my dick. First thingItook up the ass was your humongous cock.” Crank grinned. “I think you’re getting off lightly.”

Vic tugged harder as Crank eased the plug into Saul’s ass, his moan matching Saul’s as he got a front row seat. Crank brought his phone close enough that Vic could see Saul’s hole clinging to the silicone toy.

“Jesus, what did you just do?” Saul yelled.

Crank laughed. “I guarantee your prostate never felt that good during your physical. Want me to stop?”

Saul reared his head up from the bed. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Then he dropped onto his back, his hand working his shaft. “Keep going. I want Vic to see me come.”

Vic’s breathing grew labored as he watched Crank push Saul closer to the edge, and when Saul came with a cry, Vic shot hard.

Watching Crank kiss their mate was beautiful.

Saul appeared wiped out. “Oh my fucking God.” Then he rolled onto his front and glared at the camera. “You are insuchtrouble when you get your ass back here.”

“Me? What did I do? I’m two thousand miles away.”

“How come you never told me it felt this fucking good? Talk about missing out.”

“Maybe that’s whyI’mhere. Ever think of that?” Crank leaned over and kissed him. “By the way… your ass feels amazing. Can’t wait to slide my dick all the way home.”

“And you still have to wait untilhe’sall the way home.” Saul gazed at the camera. “Right, Vic?”

“Right.”

Vic hoped his mission wouldn’t be too long.

Home was Saul and Crank.

VIC WAITEDas one by one, the team leaders walked into the hotel room he’d booked for the meeting. Watched as they helped themselves to coffee. Noted the lack of apprehension.

I’m about to light a fuse.

He hoped.

Vic had known what to expect. Aelryn had briefed him on each of the seven leaders. The last thing he’d said before signing off the video call had prepared Vic for the scene before him.

“They don’t believe the Gerans are a threat. They’re content to protect shifters, defend them…. But as for the idea thatan army is being amassed? They believe it’s nothing but my overactive imagination.’” Aelryn had looked Vic in the eye. “You have to convince them.”

Vic scanned the faces of the five men and two women around the table. There was no hostility toward him, only an overwhelming feeling that he was wasting their time, that they had better places to be.

This is not going to be an easy ride.

Aelryn had indicated which of the leaders would be the hardest to convince, so it was no surprise that Torben Welland was the first to break the silence.

“Why are we here, Mr. Ryder? Not that I’m unimpressed. You’ve succeeded in bringing together every leader stationed in California, which is no mean feat.” His eyes glinted. “I couldn’t even manage to bringthatoff.”

Vic straightened in his chair. “You’re here because we’re going to mount an offensive that will involve every Fridan group, not only in the US, but all over the world. You are the first group to be informed.”

Stacey Miller frowned. “An offensive? To do what, exactly?”

Vic didn’t break eye contact. “To stop the Gerans.”

The shocked silence that followed his words was palpable.

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