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“Hello Malcolm,” I greet the man as we walk into the bar.
“Archer, thank you for meeting with me on short notice. I suppose you have been made aware of the situation at hand.” Malcolm’s brown eyes have relief in them. I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed how haggard he looked before now but he has dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks are sunk in.
“Why did you let it get this bad?” I ask not able to help myself. I don’t like the idea of a pack starving when there are ways for me to help.
I hold out a chair for Jara as Malcolm does the same for his mate and wave over a waitress. It’s pretty quiet in here so it’s a good place to have a talk for the time being.
Once we all order our drinks and the girl scurries away Malcolm answers. “Pride for one. I know it’s stupid. I was too proud to ask for help. With the drought our crops are failing. So we don’t have much to even bargain with.” He sighs at the end.
“I have businesses in your area your wolves have an open invitation to come work for me and make a living wage. They just need to remember these are human companies run by mostly rogue wolves. There will be need for discretion. Until they get in there and start making a livable wage we can get you what you need. There will be a need for workers as we are getting ready to invest in a new form of renewable energy and will need staff to help. All I ask for is your support during the vote tomorrow.”
“What if I just voted to dissolve your pack with the others and split the profits?” He asks and I nod because I was expecting this question.
“You could but is that going to help your pack long term? Yes you will get a portion of my wealth but you will also get more mouths to feed. I am offering immediate assistance along with a way to sustain your people in the long term. I will be giving Jack the same offer.”
“You’re meeting with Jack?” He asks and it looks like that peaks his interest a little more.
“He and his mate invited us to breakfast before the vote.” I shrug.
“It still won’t be enough. This entire deal hinges on your pack not being dissolved in that vote.”
“Lynn is working on that piece.” Jara speaks up grinning.
“You devious women have been plotting this all afternoon, haven’t you?” He chuckles.
“Maybe.” Jara shrugs but I can see the genuine happiness in her eyes that this is working and we will be able to go hone soon.
“Okay, as long as this doesn’t blow up in my face you have a deal.” Malcolm looks over at Emily and squeezes her hand. The relief on the woman’s face is obvious. I wasn’t lying about needing help in my businesses close to their territory. It’s a win win situation for both of us. If they tried to dissolve my pack we would go to war in a heart beat. War is never a good thing but I will be damned if I let anyone take my pack from me.
After we finish our drinks I thank Malcolm shaking his hand before leading Jara back to our room. She’s almost giddy with excitement and it’s fucking adorable.
“I’m so glad we are able to help them.” She leans her head against my arm as she holds onto it almost hugging it. I grunt and unlock the door to the suite leading her inside. That dress on her all day has been driving me crazy. The only time I wasn’t hard was in the meeting when they discussed what a disgrace I am as an alpha. What a joke.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You have been teasing me all day in that dress, mate.” I spin her into my arms and back her against the door.
“Archer,” she breathes out my name.
“What do you need, my mate.” I’ll give her anything she needs within reason.
“Just you.” She reaches for me getting on her tiptoes to kiss me softly.
“We have another long day tomorrow.” I murmur against her lips. We should probably just go to sleep. The meeting with Jack in the morning is important. All thoughts of sleep vanish though as Jara unties the halter on her dress and the light green material slides down her body and pools at her feet.
“You’re right. We should probably go to sleep.” I growl at her teasing words reaching out to trace the new mark I gave her on her breast. I want to mark her all over her body so no one forgets that she’s mine. A moan escapes her lips as I knead her breasts.
“Sleep is the last thing on my mind when you are naked, mate.” Her tiny hands fumble with my belt. Her desire fills the room and I bend taking her nipple into my mouth.
“Oh Gods,” she groans and then my cock is out and in her hand. This woman will be the death of me. I’m sure of it.
“What are you doing?” My voice sounds strangled even to my own ears as the perfect goddess before me gets on her knees.
“I’m going to suck your cock, mate.” She grins and licks her lips. Gods that tongue is something else. She looks so confident there on her knees before me even though I know she hasn’t done this much.
My eyes are locked onto her mouth as her tongue snakes out and licks the bead of precum from the tip. My hips jerk and she smiles at my loss of control. “You feel powerful on your knees for me, mate?”
