Page 13 of The Alpha's Ordeal

The fingers were still working their magic, going deep and stretching, preparing him for more. He removed his fingers and gave Troy's cock a quick stroke before helping him to remove his jeans. Eamon then quickly removed his own clothing before backing Troy up to the edge of the bed. "You are a beautiful man." He stated, turning Troy to face the bed.

"Bend over, my love. I want to take you like this." Troy had no qualms with Eamon taking him any way he wished. He noticed him retrieve the lube from the drawer and cover his hand with the smooth liquid, and then he felt the fingers invading his hole once again, and the feeling was marvelous.

"You make me feel so good, Eamon." Troy moaned out the words and dropped forward onto the bed, supporting himself with his arms and looking back over his shoulder at his gorgeous mate. Eamon cut a fine figure, all tan and muscled and so handsome.

Eamon smoothed the palms of his hands over Troy's ass and then suddenly plunged inside. It was a shock but also a burst of pain and pleasure, a combination that was delicious. The stretch and burn were making his heart pound with the need for more and harder and faster. His wolf was giving it to him, slamming and forcing him to accommodate, and it was so good.

“Oh, Eamon yes . . . yes.” He was just spouting gibberish now his mind was so lost in the pleasure and potency of what Eamon was delivering. His senses were overloaded with sharp and intense sensations, and he never wanted it to stop.

Eamon was panting hard, and his thrusts were fast and furious, pounding out his own pleasure and seeking his own satisfaction. Troy held fast, digging his fingers into the lovely brocade comforter and squeezing his eyes shut. Eamon hammered, picking up speed and shredding Troy's hole. It was mind-blowing, and he didn't use that word lightly.

Troy trembled, and his legs became weak. Eamon held him steady while continuing to slam his hard, unrelenting cock deep inside his throbbing channel. He didn't know if he could take much more as every nerve ending was on fire, but at the same time, he didn't want him to stop. "More, more." He chanted, and Eamon obliged, steadily pumping and keeping a brutal rhythm until they both hit the edge.

Troy felt it suddenly well up and enveloped his entire being, and he felt Eamon stiffen, and his body tremble as he came triggering Troy, and they climaxed together. The shaking, followed by a wave of sensations that rolled over them, was magnificent.

He sensed that Eamon was holding his breath while filling him full of his seed, trembling with the rush of excitement that overtook him. Troy emptied onto that lovely comforter stream after stream, his body reacting to the fulfillment and satisfaction of a perfect joining of body and soul.

Troy collapsed onto the bed and Eamon slowly pulled out before picking up and placing him in the center of the bed. He pulled off the comforter and tossed it onto the floor and then joined Troy in the bed. He pulled him close into a warm embrace tucking his head under Eamon’s chin. “I will love you forever Troy and I will protect you with all that I have and all that I am.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Troy and Eamon lay together, holding one another for hours. Eamon was glad that Aaron was back on the job and would handle visitors and calls. He needed this time with his mate. The upset over the past few days was causing his wolf to pace in the back of his mind. The beast was unsure of the situation and feared for the safety of their mate, and there was no way to calm the beast except to hold his mate and feel the beat of his heart and the steady pace of his breathing.

The incident at the restaurant made it startlingly clear that he had not made his position and tolerance clear in regard to dissention, respect and pack politics clear. There were still those who thought they had the power to influence, intimidate or control and it was time Eamon stopped assuming everyone was like minded and wanted a steady and functioning pack.

The thirst for power and control still existed within the membership, and he would root it out. Control was his, and he would drive that home with a sledgehammer if necessary.

“I can feel your emotions escalating my love.” Troy stated sleepily still feeling the effects of their lovemaking. “What is troubling you Eamon?”

“This pack.” He answered bluntly. “I thought we were making our way back to normal but there are still those who would prefer chaos and pain. We tore this place to the ground and then rebuilt it but still there are worms among the wood.”

"You tore down the leadership and rebuilt it with trusted, capable individuals, but you did not address the membership with the same scrutiny." Troy offered. While choosing his words carefully, he still made his point clearly. "You spent your life caring for and protecting these people, and you assumed the problem was just a few bad apples within the leadership. You love your people and, therefore, have the bad habit of thinking the best of them."

"Those men today, I watched them grow up in this Pack. I know their families, and before the death of our Alpha, I would have never doubted their loyalty to this Pack. Today, I didn't recognize any of them. They are men I do not know." Eamon worried about how many more like them were still walking among them.

"You love your people, and that is the cornerstone of any strong and successful leader. You must also learn that a leader walks ahead and not beside you. As an enforcer, you were one of them, but as their Alpha, you are, for all intents and purposes, their Master. You must illuminate and illustrate exactly who you are and what you expect along with what you will tolerate." Troy was right, and he agreed with everything he had to say. No wonder Fate had sent him such a man in this time of upheaval and change.

"You're a smart man, Troy Florin. I don't know how I've made it this far without you." Eamon pulled him close and kissed the side of his head.

"Well, you don't have to worry, my love, because I am here to stay."

"Music to my ears, sweetheart." He kissed him again and then rolled onto his back and stared up at the beams in the ceiling. "My enforcers are true, and I have complete faith in the soldiers they have trained. I will start there and do a sweep of the Pack one individual at a time. Each member will receive a personal visit, and I will know who is with me and who is not."

"He's alone with his mate at the Pack House," Bates informed his friends.

"What about Aaron?" One of them asked, and Bates rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Aaron is no one we need to fear.” He said sarcastically and the others nodded their heads.

"How are we going to kill the Alpha? Didn't you hear what he did to those men at the restaurant? We're many, but not enough to end Eamon Coles."

"We don't have to kill the Alpha. Our target is Troy Florin, his mate. We kill him, and the Alpha is as good as dead. He'll kill himself, or Castille Florin will do the honors. Either way, we take down this unlawful leadership." Bates continued to stir them up, making promises he'd never keep.

Once Eamon was finished, Councilman Martindale would take over.Everyone else who participated in the revolution would be purged because there was no room for hotheads in the new leadership, but they didn't need to know that.

"It's time we started making the rules and not leaving it to someone who will be taking their orders from a Coven in Denver." He shouted, and the room erupted in shouts to kill theAlpha. Councilman Martindale stood at the back of the room, impressed and expectant.

These men would bring him what he desired the most, and then they would all be eliminated, including Bates. That man figured he'd be at Martindale's right hand, but truth be told, he wasn't going to survive the night. Brutes had their usefulness, but they could not be trusted. As easily as Bates turned on his Alpha, he would also turn on him.

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