Chapter 383

John’s eyes glared at me with raw hatred. “Rodney, get Kirk from the packaging room. Tell him I need him to help me escort Miss Wilson to the tunnel. We are taking her with us. If Victor wants her back alive, he’d better make sure the cops let us go.”

“Yes, sir,” Rodney said and let go of me.

I turned around and faced him. “Using me as a hostage won’t help any of you. You’re all going to prison. Give up now, and things may go easier for you.”

Rodney raised a hand to hit me, but then he changed his mind. “Shut up. I’m not going to jail.” He ran from the room as if he wasn’t coming back.

John assumed Rodney left to do his bidding and turned to me with an unsettling grin.

“You’ll behave yourself and do exactly what you are told,” he warned. “I won’t tolerate any nonsense from you.”

He went to the door to the hallway with a puzzled expression on his face and called out. “Rodney, where are you? Kirk, it’s time to go!”

Nobody answered.

“Where are they?” John grumbled.

“I’ll find out,” I said and called out to Victor in my mind. He answered my questions and assured me he would be by my side any minute.

“Sorry, John,” I said with a smile. “All your men are under arrest and on their way to prison. “But don’t worry. Victor is in the building. He wants to see you before you’re taken away in chains.”

“You don’t know that!” John screamed. I enjoyed the fear in his bulging eyes. “You can’t know what’s happening outside.”

“Victor told me telepathically,” I assured him. “We are fated mates, and our bond is strong.”

“No!” John screamed and ran into the bathroom. I heard the door lock as Victor entered the apartment.

“Victor!” I ran to him and threw myself into his arms.

“I thought I’d never see you again, my love.” His lips met mine. It was heaven to hold and kiss him.

But he pulled away after a moment. “Where is John? Rodney said he intended to use you as a hostage to escape the factory.”

“He ran into the bathroom a moment before you arrived.” I pointed to the bathroom door. “I heard the door lock after he went inside.”

“I’ll open the door and say hello,” Victor said.

He lifted his foot and kicked the door next to the knob. There was a splintering crack, and the door popped open. Victor went inside, and I heard him swear.

“He’s gone,” Victor groaned. “There’s a tunnel in the floor that probably leads away from the factory. He likely has a vehicle hidden somewhere on the other side of the fence.”

“We need to alert the police,” I said. John couldn’t get away again. He’d come back stronger to ruin more lives.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Victor said. “We’ll tell them on the way to my car.”

With Victor’s arm around my shoulders, he held me tightly to his side as we made our way outside and to the gate.

We told the cops about the tunnel, and I gave the police my statement.

“Where’s Anna?” I asked.

“William and Penny took her to her parents’ house,” Amy said as she appeared next to Victor’s car with Justin.

I ran to her, and we hugged.

“Thank goodness you’re okay,” Amy said.

Victor then declared it was time to get me home. He helped me into the Lamborghini and drove me to the mansion.

Alex, Cassidy, and Benson were waiting for me outside the front door.

“My darling daughter,” Alex said as he enfolded me in his arms. “I’m relieved beyond belief to have you home.”

“It was John Cameron,” I said.

“We know. It’s all over the news,” Cassidy said. “The kidnappers have been revealed as being all Alphas.”

“And every one of them has admitted that John Cameron was their leader,” Benson announced happily. “The news anchor also said he was the leader of the drug smugglers and was behind the plot to take over the Association both times.”

“Are you hungry, Daisy dear?” Cassidy asked. “When we heard you were coming home, we had the cook wait to serve dinner.”

“I need a shower, but sure. I’m starved,” I said. More than food, I wanted to be surrounded by people who loved me.

After dinner, I excused myself and went upstairs while the others went to the living room to watch television.

I drew a deep, hot bath and soaked in the water until my fingers pruned. I was savoring my normal life and the everyday things I came close to losing.

I was drying myself with a fluffy towel when I sensed I wasn’t alone. A glance in the mirror told me my handsome mate was watching me with that special look in his remarkable turquoise eyes.

He was damp from a shower in another bedroom and was wearing a towel around his waist.

Wordlessly, he came to me, took the towel, and gently rubbed it over my skin. First, he dried my arms and then my back, paying special attention to my buttocks.

“You are pure feminine perfection, my love,” Victor said, his tone deep and sensual. “There is no other female anywhere as beautiful as you.”

He turned me around to face him and began licking the drops of water from my shoulders.

It felt delightful, but my breathing quickened when his tongue began doing the same to my breasts. I forced myself to stand still as he licked every inch of the firm globes.

Then he dropped to his knees and licked my belly, inching closer and closer to his goal. He kissed my cleft, holding his warm mouth still over my woman’s jewel while one finger worked its way inside me.

Our love was magic. My excitement grew as he worked his finger in and out of my core. But when his tongue began flicking over my pleasure button, my head fell back, and I moaned with delight.

“Yes, Victor,” I moaned. “Love me, my darling.”

My words encouraged Victor to keep his efforts to please me going until waves of pure pleasure burst throughout my body.

Yet, I wanted more from him.

Urging him to his feet, I removed the towel from around his waist before pulling him to our bed and telling him to lie down. Then I lay on the bed next to him with swollen manhood in front of me.

I took the hard flesh in my hands and began to slowly lick the length of it until Victor groaned with need. That groan made my loins ache again.

Ever so slowly, I took his entire pillar into my mouth and began working my head up and down, enjoying his passionate response.

Faster and faster, I moved my mouth on his mighty lance. Feeling his intense pleasure through our bond, I knew the moment when his climax was near.

I stopped and mounted him, taking his throbbing hardness inside me. Love’s rhythm took over and led us to pleasure’s pinnacle. I reveled in his spasms of delight as his seed spilled inside me.

After I rolled off him, I lay by his side. How I love this man. He is everything I could want in a mate.

I had faith these things would happen. We would make them happen together.

“You were magnificent, my love,” Victor said. “No other female can compare to you.”

“You inspire me,” I giggled. “I adore you, Victor.”

“And I adore you, my Luna,” he said as he kissed me goodnight.

We dozed in each other’s arms, happy to be together again.

Our sleep was interrupted by the shrieking of the alarm system. The estate was in lockdown.

We sprang from the bed and pulled on our robes before hurrying downstairs. Benson beat us to the foyer and was checking the alarm system control panel.

“Something tripped the motion sensors,” Benson told us. “An intruder climbed the fence near the estate's northern edge and is making their way toward the house.”

“Who is it?” Alex appeared next to me.

“I don’t know yet,” Benson replied. “But heat imagery shows they are in human form and not wolf.”

“Have the police been notified?” Victor asked.

“Yes,” Benson said. “The call goes out automatically when a lockdown is activated.”

Who is out there?” Victor began to pace. He wanted to be outside, facing the intruder.

I knew who it was. It was too much of a coincidence after he escaped from the factory.

“The cameras have found the intruder,” Benson told us. “He is near the front entrance.”

We pushed closer to see the screen. A shiver of fear went down my spine when I was proved correct.

John Cameron was at the mansion, and he was boldly approaching the front door.