Changing Times (11 page)

Slade sighed as he crossed his arms and leaned back slightly.
“He’s got to be completely gone. No trace left.”

“Well, burning is out, animals are out, the only thing I can
think of is acid and you know I hate using that.”

“And your point would be?”

“Okay…what kind do you want and how much are we talking?”

“Two-hundred-fifty-pound male, give or take a few pounds.
You name the kind of acid. All I want is for Micah to be out of the way when I
take on Tony.”

“Whoa…I’m out.”

“What?” Slade’s voice crashed only slightly softer than the
thunder outside.

“You never said nothing about taking out Micah. No can do,
man…no way, no how. You’ll have to call in a favor somewhere else. Sorry, man.”
The call was disconnected and Slade let out a growl that had Jack backing into
the corner. Slade looked up at the distracting movement.

“Come here.”

Jack swallowed as he met Slade’s eyes. “Who, me?”

Slade snarled softly, his eyes glowing almost yellow. “Yes,
you.”

Jack approached with his eyes firmly on Slade’s chest and
his head tilted to the side, showing his subservience to his Alpha. “I’m here.
What can I do, Slade?”

“Go find Maggie and Cutter. Tell them I want them here an
hour ago.” Slade sat down as Jack cringed away from him.

“You got it, I’m history.” Jack hauled ass into the other
room where several members of the pack were lounging in the early evening
gloom.

“Mags, Slade wants you
now
. Where’s Cutter?”

“Slade wants me? Perrrrrrfect.” Maggie got to her feet as
she smoothed her hair back. “Cutter’s in the back….eating. Disturb him at your
own risk. Oh and, Jack? Don’t call me Mags or you’ll find yourself sniffing
your own tail permanently.”

Jack winced slightly as he acknowledged her seniority. “Yeah,
sorry, Maggie. Slade said he wanted you like an hour ago. He’s not a happy
camper. I’ve gotta get Cutter.”

“I’ll handle Slade.” Maggie smiled as she unbuttoned another
button on her blouse, allowing the black lace bra she wore to show at the
opening. “You handle Cutter.”

There was a deliberate sway in her hips as she entered the
office without knocking. “Hey, lover, I hear you were looking for me.”

Slade snarled as he dropped the book he’d picked up. “Where
the hell have you been? Bartlett didn’t come through.”

Maggie was surprised. Bartlett had never refused them
before. “He didn’t?” She moved closer to Slade, just a little unsure of his
mood but absolutely sure that she could make him want her. Their relationship
had been built on a foundation of hard and fast sex, just the way she wanted.
Maggie figured she could get anything she wanted from Slade, at least until she
wanted to get rid of him.

She reached out and ran her hand down the front of his
shirt, her nails making a soft scraping noise against the denim. “Want me to
take him out for you?”

Slade grabbed her hand and held it tightly. “No, goddamn it!
If I wanted him dead I’d kill him myself. I need Micah out of the way.
Permanently. Where the fuck is Cutter?”

“Jack is looking for Cutter. I told him right where he was.
Don’t know what is taking that pup so long.” Just as she finished speaking the
door opened and Cutter came in, picking at his teeth with a toothpick.

“Yo. You wanted me?” His attitude was just short of insolent
and it caused Slade’s eyes to narrow at him. Maggie saw it and tried to warn
Cutter with her own expression but he wasn’t watching her. Few of the other
males would meet her eyes when Slade was in the room.

Slade was across the room in a heartbeat and had Cutter by
the throat. “When I tell you
now
, that means now!”

Cutter immediately dropped his hands to his sides, lowering
his eyes from Slade’s face as Maggie put her hand on Slade’s shoulder and spoke
softly. “Hey now, he can’t help it if he got the message late.”

Slade glared at her without taking his hand off Cutter’s
throat. “Don’t fucking protect him, Maggie. Don’t do it. Where’ve you been,
Cutter?”

Cutter’s voice was soft but the insolence was still in
evidence. “I was eating, man. I’m here now. What’s your beef?”

“You’re supposed to be here in the war room, not out feeding
your fucking face. We’re planning to take down Tony Pantera and you’re eating?”
Slade shook Cutter who made a choking sound but still didn’t raise his hands to
defend himself. Maggie took a deep breath. She knew Slade was ruthless, she’d
seen him in action before but this was the first time he’d taken on one of his
Beta males in front of her.

“I’m sorry, Slade, I haven’t eaten since last night. Shit,
you know my metabolism.” Cutter’s voice lost the insolent quality as he dared
to glance up at Slade before looking away again. “Sorry.”

Slade growled deep in his throat as he leaned in very close
to Cutter. “You want to watch that, Cutter…any more time away and I’ll think
you’re planning something.”

Cutter tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to his
pack leader. “No, man, just eating.”

Slade tossed Cutter off to the side and began to pace
restlessly. “I want Micah, I want him now. I want to take him down hard and
fast.”

Maggie sank down onto the couch under the window. “Okay, so
let’s take him. Send Cutter and me after Micah. You go after Tony.”

“No. Micah has to be out of the picture first. I want him
dead so I can deal with Pantera. The rest of those stupid sheep will fall right
in line if those two are out of the picture. Micah still has some in the pack
who are loyal to him…at least to his ideas…they’re going to be difficult.” Slade
was speaking softly to himself at the last.

Cutter looked at him in surprise as Maggie sat up and spoke.
“In our pack? Let me have a turn with them, Slade.”

“And do what, Maggie? Prove you can kick ass? I know that,
hell, everybody knows that. You wouldn’t be on the inner council if it weren’t
true.” Slade stroked his hand down the side of her face in a sensual but not
caring gesture.

Maggie rubbed her face against his hand then caught it
between her own hands. Bringing his hand up to her mouth, she bit at his
fingertips. “Then let me do something for you, Slade. I am raring to go and I
need
to do something.”

She bit at the heel of his hand as Slade stared at her
without even seeing her. Slade’s frustration showed through in his next
statement. “There has to be a way to get to him. What was it like when he was
here? Who did he trust?”

“Shelly. He and Shelly had a thing going on. That’s why she
hasn’t been around as much. She thought
she
was gonna be Alpha Bitch.”
There was more than just a hint of bitterness in Maggie’s voice as she answered
him. Slade grinned as he brought himself back to the present to look into her
sharp green eyes.

“You proved her wrong there, didn’t you, baby?” Slade pulled
her off the couch and hard against his body, grabbing her ass with one hand as
he stroked the other down her side. Maggie immediately wrapped her leg around
his and stroked her hands over his chest as she bit at his neck. Neither of
them was paying any attention to Cutter so Slade missed the look that went
across Cutter’s face as he watched them.

Maggie whispered to Slade as she continued to bite gently at
his neck. “Yeah, only because you let me, Slade. Wanna find out how
appreciative I am?” Maggie pressed her hips against him then brushed her
breasts against his chest.

Slade grinned again as he tangled his hand in her hair. “Why
the fuck not?” He pulled her head to his for a hard kiss then lifted his head
to look at Cutter. He was still holding Maggie against his body. “Find Shelly,
bring her here.”

Slade lowered his head and sucked at Maggie’s neck and even
as she arched against him he lifted his head as he met Cutter’s eyes. “I want
her unhurt, Cutter. I want to be able to talk to her.”

“Yeah, sure, I’m gone, man, I’m gone.” Cutter stepped
outside the room, cursing softly once he’d closed the door behind him. Removing
his jeans, he shifted then moved fluidly out of the French doors across the
hall.

Slade stared at the door for a moment as he scented the air.
The approaching storm was all he could sense. “He’s up to something, I can feel
it.” Slade turned his attention back to the blonde in his arms. “Get naked,
now.”

“How do you want it, lover?” Maggie moved away from him as
she put her hands on the buttons of her shirt. Slade’s eyes were focused on her
mouth as he closed the distance between them. He grabbed her shirt and yanked.
It was nothing but rags on her body and there was a brief sign of fury in her
face. “Damn it, Slade, that was one of my favorite shirts.”

“I said get naked.” Slade reached out and just as easily
ripped her bra off. Maggie’s eyes flashed again, only there was something more
in them now, sheer desire. She kept her eyes on his, risking his anger as she
ripped her own skirt at the seams and yanked her underwear off. She stood
before him wearing only a pair of heels.

Slade closed the distance between them again and put his
hands under her arms. He lifted her straight into the air until her breasts
were even with his mouth then he latched on to one of them. He bit her none too
gently and Maggie wrapped her legs around his waist as she pulled his head
harder into her ample bust.

Slade held Maggie in the middle of the room as he bit and
suckled at her breasts. She encouraged him by holding hard to his head and
squeezing his waist with her thighs. “Harder, lover. Bite me.”

Her voice caught as she rode the wave of desire. Slade knew
what to expect with Maggie, knew just what she wanted from him and how she
wanted it. He’d managed to become quite proficient with his sex partners,
knowing what they wanted and giving it to them so he could get what he wanted
from them.

He’d never had to beg for sex, usually just telling a bitch
he wanted her did the trick. There weren’t many females who’d refuse to have
sex with an Alpha like him.

Slade moved across the room and swept everything off the
desk with one arm. He laid Maggie down on the desk without ever taking his
mouth off her. Maggie helped him take off his shirt but when she reached for
his jeans he stopped her by grabbing both of her wrists and holding them at her
throat with one of his hands.

Slade lifted his head and looked at her. “Tell me, Maggie.
Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Slade slid his hand down her body and teased her, rubbing
her slit before pinching her clit. He still held her wrists with his other
hand. Maggie shook her head as he aroused her mercilessly. She met his eyes
with a growl and lifted her head to bite his knuckles. Slade growled softly and
pushed his hand deep inside her body. Maggie lifted her hips and panted softly.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Slade.”

Slade smiled as he continued to move his hand into her body.
He bent his head and tasted her. For a moment he thought he caught another
scent but knew he was imagining things. No way would any of the other males
touch her here. She was his, she was Alpha Bitch and she was exclusively his
until someone dethroned her.

Slade devoured her, using his hand, his teeth, his tongue
and lips to drive her over the edge. He liked her wet and open and he wouldn’t
take her until she was. Sometimes it took a long time to get her the way he
wanted her but not today.

He knew the thought of fighting turned her on. Maggie held
the spot of the most bloodthirsty bitch he’d ever met and in that way she was
perfect for him. Theirs wasn’t a relationship based on care or concern—it
consisted of fair trade only. As long as she gave him what he wanted, he’d do
the same.

As soon as she showed signs of turning against him, he’d
find another lover and get her the hell out of his pack. For now, she was
convenient when he wanted sex. Slade released her hands as she came apart under
him. Maggie immediately grabbed at his shoulders and he felt her nails biting
deep. She’d make him bleed before they were done. She enjoyed making him sweat
and watching him bleed.

Slade lifted his head and met her eyes. Her green eyes
glittered at him as he stood up. Slade unfastened his belt and pulled it out of
the loops of his jeans. Maggie sat up, unbuttoning and then unzipping his
jeans. She reached inside to release him, unimpeded by any other clothing since
he always went commando and laughed softly at his hardness.

Maggie leaned forward sinuously, pushing his jeans down off
his hips. She ran her tongue over his cock slowly from tip to root then slid
off the desk to kneel in front of him.

Slade threaded his fingers through her hair and tilted her
head back to meet his eyes. “Do it, Maggie. Take me in your mouth. Condom in
the back pocket.”

His voice deepened and Maggie smiled as she reached
unerringly into his jeans and pulled the condom out. Slade always insisted on
using one though he wouldn’t have sex with anyone else as long as she was in
the picture and as far as he knew, neither would she. He knew it suited her
just fine. Maggie wasn’t ready to have some whiny whelp running around.

Maggie opened the package then slipped the condom onto the
head of his penis. She covered him with her mouth and unrolled the condom as
she took him deep in her throat. Slade groaned softly. That was one thing she
did that never failed to get a response from him. He’d told her no other woman
had done that for or to him.

Slade pulled his belt into a loop, knowing what Maggie liked
and what she expected from him. It wasn’t his thing but he’d make her come this
way before he got off himself. Maggie looked up at him from her kneeling
position on the floor. Slade put his free hand under her chin and tugged. She
got easily to her feet then turned her back on him. Maggie bent forward over
the desk, grabbing the edge then looked at him over her shoulder.