Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

He’d spent each day going over every move Montgomery had made since before his mother’s death. They’d had experts pour over his computer and found hidden emails and documents that pointed to not one, but two accomplices. Oddly enough, Montgomery’s sister, a member of the elder’s circle, Maribel Clover, was found innocent of any wrong doings.
Except one, of course. Sheila had been pretty pissed when she’d found out the Lioness had been pitching her daughter as a mate for Leo. A night of sweaty, panting sexy fun times and a re-claiming bite had eased his little Wolf’s worries and made his Cat super fucking happy.
Montgomery’s emails had named Margaret Donner as a co-conspirator against the crown, and the Pride had had her arrested. Leo had alerted the Council of Shifters, the one governing force that all Shifter groups obeyed, to come and take her away after they’d presented them with all the evidence. She did not even try to defend herself.
Apparently, she had been a childhood playmate of Donovan Crowley and had always assumed he would take her as his mate. When he’d come back from an expedition abroad with a human woman in tow, jealousy had driven her to commit the heinous actions of conspiracy to commit murder against the Queen, Caroline Crowley, and poisoning the King.
He had spent the past three weeks putting the Pride back to rights. His bosses at the police station were happy to see him take his accumulated vacation time with the promise he would return to the job soon. Something his mate was also fiercely happy about. She didn’t mind being called a Princess now and then, but he could tell she longed for a little space from the dozens of Lions who once again roamed the Palace halls.
“Son!”
Leo’s head shot up at the sound of the familiar bass, and he vaulted towards the throne where he’d failed to notice his father, the King was waiting for them. This was the first time Leo had seen his father resplendent in his own navy suit bearing the medals of his station since he’d come home.
Donovan Crowley looked better than ever. His father’s mane of silver streaked dark blonde hair was thick and healthy once more, as was his face which had filled out over the past few days. Leo watched as his father’s amber eyes glowed gold as his beast rose to meet him. He stilled and waited for the challenge, the animosity that they had both always feared would rise as a result of their dominant natures, but nothing. Nothing happened. He had to remember that those rumors were pushed onto the Pride by Montgomery and his cohorts. None of it was real.
“Son, I am so proud of you. Come here,” he opened his arms and Leo went to his father and embraced him in a fierce hug with his mate beside him, tears shining in her bright blue eyes.
“I am so sorry I listened to them and let them keep us apart. Sorry I couldn’t save your mother, I didn’t know,” the King confessed.
“That’s not your fault. You trusted them. They were your Pride. I’m sorry about Mom, Dad. And I am sorry I stayed away so long,” Leo wiped his face and reached for Sheila.
“Thank you, son. Ah, you’ve brought my new daughter to see me, welcome Sheila,” the King opened his arms and embraced Sheila warmly.
“Thank you, er, your majesty?” she squinted, and the King laughed jovially.
“Nonsense, you must know by now we aren’t that kind of Kingdom,” he said and winked. “A Lion Pride is like any other Shifter group. King is our word for Alpha, that is all.”
“Well, what do you know?” Sheila nodded at Leo. “I knew this guy was just an uptight butt-sniffer, and he tried to tell me he was Prince.”
The King blinked slowly, then he grinned. Soon that grin turned into a full-blown belly laugh. Leo appreciated that his mate amused his dad, but an uptight butt-sniffer? Someone was getting spanked later. And he couldn’t wait. In the meantime, he’d just have to remind her who she was mated to.
“Oooh! Leo,” she crowed when he scooped her up and spun her around.
“What was that again, mate?”
“Okay, okay, I give,” she said when he started tickling her.
“Alright, children sit down while we discuss the future,” the King said and waved them towards a pair of chairs and they sat and listened.
“So, as you can see,” his father said after a while. “I am quite fit to continue my rule now that we’ve weeded out the bad seeds. You are my heir, Leo. You and your children are destined to lead, no one and nothing can change that, but perhaps, it won’t be as soon as you thought.”
“I see,” Leo returned.
“What are your feelings on this, son?”
“Actually,” Leo turned and glanced at the current and only owner of his Lion’s heart.
Sheila’s lovely face was carefully blank, but she could do nothing to stem the scent of confusion from reaching his nostrils. That confusion soon turned to hope as he spoke. He knew then and there that he was about to deliver the correct answer for them both, and his chest swelled with pride.
“I am actually really glad to hear that, Dad. My mate and I won’t mind having a closer relationship with you, the Pride, and Eat Well Live Proud, but I have a few more years left on the job, and Sheila is building a business with her Pack mates.”
“So, what are you saying?” asked the King.
“I am saying that I think this arrangement works very well for all of us. What do you think, mate?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, “oh, yes.”
“What is going on here? Donovan, you said fifteen minutes, and I’ve been waiting twenty!” Aunt Patricia walked into the room holding one gold-painted helmet under one arm and waving the other with her hand.
“Hiya, kiddies,” she said and winked. “Tell Phoenix I am going to need some more oomph added to my engine,” the older woman said to Sheila.
“Ah. Yes. I’m coming, dear,” the King replied, and growled at the Lioness as he stood up.
George rushed over and handed him a leather vest, which he exchanged for his suit jacket. Leo looked from one to the other, his confusion growing.
“Wait, aren’t you related?” Sheila asked.
“Honey, I was your mate’s mom’s best friend, and I am his godmother, but me and your daddy-in-law don’t share any DNA, otherwise this would be too kinky even for me,” Aunt Patricia replied and tossed the helmet at Leo’s dad before she slapped him on the ass.
“Later, son,” the King said, and the two older Shifters headed outdoors.
“Wow, I was not expecting that!” Sheila’s look of astonishment matched his own, before the two of them fell into a fit of laughter. Leo growled and tossed his mate back over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking my mate down the hall to our room, where we are going to pack our suitcases and break out of this place.”
“Then?”
“Then I am going to take you home and claim you on my bed.”
“A bed? Now, that’s kinky,” she growled and swatted his ass.
Fuck, if he didn’t get hard at the sharp contact. Maybe they should stay for a little? No. If they didn’t leave, they’d never get out. He loved the Pride, but he was years away from taking over and he wanted to have his mate all to himself for a while yet. Just then, the scent of his mate’s arousal reached his nostrils and his resolve wavered.
“Behave or else,” he threatened.
“Or else what?” she teased.
“I’ll just have to show you,” he promised.
He entered the bedroom and stalked towards the unmade bed. Flipping her onto the soft mattress, Leo didn’t hesitate to slice through her jeans and blouse, leaving her in her leather vest and lace thong.
Sheila sat up and took off the cut, tossing it onto the chair beside the headboard, her eyes never leaving him. He stroked his length beneath his pants and licked his lips. Fuck, she was so hot, her Wolf’s musk and the spicy sweetness of her cream tempted him like no other.
“Mine,” he growled, but he didn’t move to touch. He simply watched as she wiggled and writhed on the bed.
“Yours?” she asked, and he nodded.
“Show me,” she demanded.
He squeezed his hard length through his pants, liked the flash of her eyes as she watched him slowly take off his clothes. Once nude, he took his cock in his hand once more, spreading the pearl of precum over the broad head, and cupping his balls with the other hand. She was a goddess bathed in fire and light, and he loved looking at her.
She moaned as he touched himself and moved her hands down to cup her breasts and tug her nipples. She kneaded the flesh under his rapt gaze and bit her lip while her right hand snaked down her luscious body. Pulling her knees up to reveal her glistening pink lips, Sheila skimmed her fingers over her clit.
“Fuck baby, do that again,” he growled, watching as she parted her slick lips and dipped her finger inside her honeypot.
Sheila moaned and slid that long, wet digit free, gliding it along her plump little nub. She circled the tiny button of her desire, faster and faster, panting as Leo stroked his cock.
“Hey, little Wolf?”
“What?” she grinned.
“You touchin’ my pussy?”
“Mine,” she teased and moaned, speeding up those tiny little circles as she rubbed her clit.
“I don’t think so, baby, that’s my pussy,” he growled and let go of his dick.
Leo crawled across the mattress and kneeled at her splayed legs. He nuzzled her hand out of the way, bringing it to his mouth and licking her digits clean. Sheila mewled in response.
He knew what he wanted. Had known since he first laid eyes on his sweet and sassy little Wolf. He rubbed his thick length along her slit, torturing them both to near madness before finally he filled her with one perfectly aimed thrust.
“Leo?” she murmured.
“What, mate?” he growled, trying hard to pace himself, to make sure she came first.
“You know how you said this is your pussy?”
“Mine,” he growled and pumped harder.
“Well, I think you’re wrong,” she said, and that got his Cat snarling and stopped his movements long enough for her to flip them both over.
Astride him and proud as any warrior, Sheila grinned wider like the wicked little Wolf she was. Her breasts thrust forward, and Leo growled as her molten heat squeezed him tightly.
“Fact is,” she said, her blue eyes glittered at him even as he tried to catch his breath.
“You,” she rocked her hips.
“Are,” grind and slide.
“My,” she lifted up.
“Pussy!” and she slammed back down.
“Fuck me,” he grunted.
“I am, pussycat, and I will. Always. Mine.”