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Did she have any idea what not to do when it came to an alpha?
Grinning, he tossed the rest of his biscuit down and ran after her. His heart pounded in excitement as something primal took over his thinking brain. The chase was on, and his alpha blood was enraptured.
He could hear her steps above, on the second floor, and his strides widened as he pumped his arms and legs, no longer thinking this was a game.
Up the stairs he ran, coming to the landing, then straight to the right, where he turned down the hall and tore open the bedroom door. She wasn’t there. He checked under the bed, in the closet. He checked the wardrobes. No Sierra. With a growl, he left the room, opening doors as he hurried to find her.
When he came to her old room, he saw light coming from under the door. He barged in. There she was, standing on the bed, a huge smile on her face, cheeks flushed, chest rising. That smile was naughty, and it heated Lucius’ blood even more than the chase had.
In five seconds flat, he was on her, pinning her down with his hands on her forearms. “Bad Omega.”
Her smile widened, as well as her legs. She lifted her face to his and took his mouth. He needed no further invitation as he sheathed himself inside her dripping sex. They both moaned. He held her tight as his thrusts took on a rhythm that had him grunting like a rutting animal. He raised himself up so he could look down at her, and as he rode her, the pendant on his chain tapped against her chin in tandem with his thrusts.
Apparently, this drove her wild, and her sounds of pleasure amplified.
Lucius chuckled, mesmerized and amused. “You like that, don’t you, little dove? My chain hitting you as I fuck you hard.”
“Yes. Gods, yes, I do.”
She looked downright feral. Usually when he took her she was all liquid wantonness. But now she was pure animal. His wild cat.
His wife.
No, he would never get enough of her.
“How are our food supplies?” Lucius asked those seated around him in his study. His servants had brought in a table and more chairs for this meeting, knowing Lucius and his advisors would be here for the better part of the day. There was too much to discuss, the main issue being this dastardly weather.
“Supplies are more than adequate, Chieftain,” Daedilus answered.
“Livestock?” Lucius looked to Gauner, who knew Ordelpho’s ins and outs better than anyone in this room.
“We’ll need to build some more structures or at least ask the citizens to pitch in with housing either livestock or the extra hands we’ll need.”
Tapping his fingers on the table, Lucius nodded. “Get on that, see what’s needed. We can designate the commons hall if need be as well. Also, let’s organize a committee that can reach out to the families, designate two per community. I don’t want anyone starving and freezing.”
“Should we do a check-in a few times a week?” Neil asked, sipping from a steaming cup of tea.
“Let’s see how the committee works out first.” Lucius rubbed his jaw, thinking.
Lucius had been living in Ordelpho for decades, and never had there been such a devastating winter here. It had been weeks since regular deliveries had been able to make it to their shores, and eleven days of silence from the post, which usually came in three times a week in the slower seasons. Even the carrier birds had been hampered by the winter storms that had been sporadically striking.
He looked at the clock on the wall, noting the time. Outside in the hall, waiting, was that witch woman, the Sapera, who’d wanted an audience with Lucius—which she’d been wanting since that afternoon Sierra had returned from those women’s clutches. She’d just have to wait, he thought now as he searched through the various papers and scrolls in front of him.
He found what he was looking for—a map of the western side of Titus and the southern part of Ordelpho, specifically.
“As some of you know,” Lucius began, not taking his eyes off the map, “I recently acquired Odessia’s lands. I will be leaving here in two days to make sure everything is running smoothly there. It will coincide with my meeting in Ghypsom City.” Now he looked up, meeting everyone’s eyes slowly. “Which means I’ll be absent for quite a while.”
There were no gasps or surprised expressions, not even a frown. His men knew Lucius, knew his ambitious nature wasn’t just folly, that his absences weren’t mere whims. Every move he made was for the people whom he led.
Lucius raised an eyebrow. “Neil, I trust you will fill in for me while I’m gone?”
His advisor set down his cup and looked at Lucius solemnly. “Of course, Chieftain.”
“Excellent. This brings me to my next point. I want all able men to report to Acheron. Once this winter committee goes into effect—and add this part in there, Gauner…” He waited until the Ongahri male sat poised with his quill raised over his notes. “Every capable male over the age of seventeen years must be ready to take up arms to defend Ordelpho in the event of enemy infiltration.”
As Lucius had known, that bit had gotten everyone’s attention, except for Acheron, who already knew where Lucius was going with this proclamation.
“There is unrest all over Titus right now,” Lucius said, tapping the map. “A group calling themselves the Variantia have joined up with some of the big dogs, the major political figures, whose wealth have provided the group with arms and more. The Owl and the Constants, the Tributary, are set to retaliate. And since the Owl have deemed themselves to be enemies of the Ongahri right now, we must take precautions.”
