Page 94 of All Saints Day
Martin Penny had given himself up—turned himself in and confessed all manner of sins regarding the murder of his brother, the clandestine discoveries he did not share with his employers at the DPR, and everything in between.
He had been taken into custody almost as soon as we were cleared from detainment.
While the Feds, along with the better part of the military industrial complex, had wanted to get their hands on Louise—she was still a US Citizen who was considered innocent of committing any crime. They could not legally detain her, nor did the recently inaugurated president, Nakia Olewo, wish to cause any riots over the sensitive information that was bound to hit the news cycle in the wake of so many crises and scandals.
“I understand that you greatly wish to make your return to private life as soon as possible.” The president spoke over the video call with her calm, even demeanor as the six of us sat huddled together in the conference room at the DPW’s headquarters in Washington DC, hanging on her every word. “Once we make the necessary public statements for the news networks, you’re free to go, though, Miss Penny, we are desperate for yourhelp—along with Doctor Perla and Doctor Bouaziz—regarding decoding strains of the Zeitnot and the new omicron designation.”
“I’m not a doctor.” Seb had cut in with annoyance.
“Very well then, Mr. Bouaziz.” President Olewo gave a stifled smile.
“I won’t become a weapon.” Louise piped up, her cinnamon eyes glittering with tiny golden sparks. Though it had only been about seventy-two hours, already it appeared as if herpowershad recharged, restored.
While it shouldn’t have given me comfort that my fated mate could swing down her wrath like an angel with a flaming sword, and completely level the place in order to save us if this conversation didn’t go the way we wanted it to… it gave me a deep and abiding solace.
“I have no intention of making you one, Miss Penny.” The president smiled politely.
After that, there had been an awkward exchange of pleasantries—and we were released with plans for Dennis and Louise to appear in a joint press conference for the DPW and the White House in DC to address the omicron designation while Sébastien and Dr. Perla would appear in Liberty City to speak about the strains of the Zeitnot virus and the path to treatment, and prevention development ahead of them.
Tomorrow, Seb, Frank, Caz, and I will fly north at the crack of dawn, bound for Liberty City. Dennis and Louise will stay behind to finish their business in DC—and then… real, true freedom.
But tonight? Tonight we celebrate beingAlive.
Eerily, we have been put up in the Alerion. One of the most luxurious hotels in town—but also the location of where Mike bit Frank.
We had approached the booking with trepidation, wondering if it would set Frank off.
While he had shed a few tears, he assured us that his system could take it; that he would tell us if it began to feel like itwas too much.
We ordered room service and private massages from the spa, and each and every one of us bathed or showered; scrubbing and lathering until we washed the grime of the last few nightmarish days from our bodies.
When I finally flopped into the massive round pack-suite’s bed, the dreamy, cool sheets practically welcomed me into the land of slumber as I snuggled up to Louise; I hadn’t anticipated howhotshe would feel—almost as if a fever was burning her from the inside out.
“Louie darling, are you alright?” I croon, nuzzling my face into her hair—drinking in her divine scent.
Sébastien and Caz perk up from their place dozily watching television on the other side of her as they hear my question—waiting on Louise’s response.
Dennis and Frank, who are fresh out of the shower and still shimmying into their boxers and pajamas—stop, turning to pay attention to whatever answer Louie might provide.
A few tears slide down her beautiful face, a graceful smile pulling her lips wide.
“I’m just so happy to be alive—to be safe here with all of you,” she weeps with joy—and Frank and Dennis scuttle to the edge of the bed so that they can join me and the others in finding a point of physical contact somewhere on Louise’s body; laying their hands on her before she finds the strength to finish her thought aloud.
“Before we part ways tomorrow, I wanteveryoneto be fully bonded. I want the pack solidified—the connection of the bond open to all. I’m not taking any chances from here on out.”
It’s as if her words stoke a fire in all of us, and everyone is suddenly in the bed; Dennis and Frank peeling out of the clothes they were just stepping into—the rest of us hurrying to get down to skin on skin just as quickly.
Louise, our pack lead, finds her place, seated against the headboard. Frank lies back flat on the mattress, his headresting in the nested lotus position of Louise’s lap as Caz clambers over Frank on all fours.
Caz and Louise share a deep kiss as Frank begins to stroke Caz’s hardening cock—his golden Prince Albert winking in the dim lighting. Sébastien works his way in behind Caz, rimming Cazzy’s sensitive little asshole while he works his own thick cock with one hand, stroking Frank’s monster with the other, Frank’s knot swelling and already half full.
“That’s right, I want to see the exact moment when all of you open that connection.” Louise purrs, her breathing heavy as she takes in the sight—experiencing all of our pleasure down the bond.
Though I can only feel shades and glimmers of the sensations she’s getting from Frank, soon I’ll be able to feel it all; exhilaration quickening my heartbeat and hardening my cock.
Caz makes continuingly more desperate noises as Seb eats his ass and Frank milks his cock, but he still looks more than a little apprehensive as he opens his eyes and glances at the space between his and Frank’s bodies—still suspended on all fours over Frank and his now powerful knotted erection.
“I don’t know if I can take that knot, Frank,” he laughs nervously.
