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With the new announcement of that deal, I'm sure they're willing to do anything with the assumption that Willow may participate.
They had to know about Willow's facade as William, but maybe that was what intrigued them even more. To have enough magic flowing through your body to shift your genetic makeup was something that required a constant flow of magic, and from what I'd discussed with Neo the other day, few were able to do exactly that.
Willow was the definition of special, but what I really wanted to figure out was why she still hadn't awakened her wolf. Maybe those under Roberto's leadership and her father himself didn't believe in her capabilities, but all four of us knew without a doubt in our minds that she had to be some sort of wolf.
She wasn't Wolf Chained as we’d speculated, but she was already past the late bloomer category. We needed to ensure that Willow was safe while we continued to make our connections throughout this city so that access to the information we needed would be a lot easier.
I was sure the enemy knew that and was doing all of this on purpose. To distract us from our original goal of making roots in this city and leaving the De Lucas squirming to secure the remaining connections they had left.
We were making good progress, but how much longer until they began to get desperate and hit us hard?
A bomb attack at the office and now a potential one at Willow's home. Add the drop-in of that fake fucker at the cage ring she enjoys fighting at, and it's clear we have a stalker on our hands.
There had to be a leak somewhere. Someone knew where all of us were going to be. If we hadn't randomly shown up to the enterprise that day, Willow would have been killed in the blast.
If this enemy got anymore reckless, we'd have to stop playing nice and begin to show our true colors in this city.
The four of us were hesitating on doing exactly that, not because of the impact it would have in the business world and wolf world, but because of what that impact would be on Willow. She may have signed that pack agreement with us, but she wasn't secure just yet.
She's our weakness right now, even if we're not madly in love with her.
Each of us had a different view of the pink-haired woman with many wolf qualities and the ability to use magic that could be considered fae in nature, but the one thing we had in common, that we could agree upon, was the fact that we didn't hate her.
We should hate her. That was our plan, but she seemed to fuck that all up without even trying.
The groan of irritation was followed with an eerie giggle that drew my attention to Willow, who was sitting there on the floor in joggers that were far too big for her tiny frame and a black bra. She was in Onyx's arms, clearly teasing him to the point that he was obviously annoyed, and yet he didn't push her away.
"Willow," he growled. "Can you stop trying to get my cock out of my boxers?"
"Why?" she asked innocently before leaning in. "It's mine. I can have it whenever I want."
I snickered at the comment, and it caught Willow's attention. She looked over at me and smiled. "Entertain me, Saint. Onyx won't let me touch his cock!"
"You can come touch mine whenever you wish, Wilting Flower," I teased, which made her grin evilly at Onyx, who sighed.
"Fine, fine," he groaned, and she squealed and snuggled right against him before she reached into his boxers to stroke his cock.
The poor man had some damn tolerance.
The mere action had me wanting to switch roles and have her in my lap. I didn’t mind the idea of watching though, already tempted to pull my own cock out and stroke myself until I cum from their performance, but my wolf head peeked up, sensing what my body did as the hair on my arms began to rise.
Willow was still in her little world of stroking cock, but I noticed Onyx's suddenly tense frame.
His eyes met mine and his voice flowed into my head a second later.
"Can you watch her?"
And disappoint her fantasy of stroking your cock? That would be rather rude to a drunk Willow.
His blank look made me chuckle out loud, and Willow paused to look over at me.
"A little mouse is hiding in the shadows," she practically hummed.
That caught both our attention as we stared at her grin as she snuggled against Onyx. "To spill some blood or stroke some dick? What to do, for the sake of justice. To have fun now or later? Decisions. Decisions."
I rose up then, walking over to the two of them as the fire in the fireplace continued to rage on and emit a comforting warmth. Crouching down, I locked onto Willow's lazy eyes, knowing damn well if she got involved shit could either go haywire or downhill.
"What if you have fun over here with Onyx and I go catch the mouse in the shadows?"
