TheAngryDoveAndTheAssassin (7 page)

The assassins came out of the shadows and converged on the lone Wolf. As soon as he saw them, his eyes grew wider. “I’m not telling you anything.”

Then before they could do anything, he reached with his good hand into his pocket, grabbed a pill and popped it into in his mouth. Biting down on it, he instantly went into convulsions. Before any of them could reach him, the Wolf dropped over dead.

“Well, shit,” said Toby. “I didn’t see that one coming.”

Grey looked over to where he’d left the kid only to see that he was gone. Damn! Shit! And double damn! Now they had nobody to question. This was not how he had wanted this mission to end. Letting out a roar of frustration, he punched the nearest tree.

Chapter Seven

Grey was not looking forward to having to tell the Alpha that their mission had only been half successful, but he knew he had no choice but to report in. So once they arrived back to the pack dwelling, the first thing the assassins did was report to Chris’s office.

Once he bade them to come inside, they entered to find Chris, Cassie and Tabitha inside. Great, Tabitha was sure to ride them about their failure once she heard about it. She was never going to let them live this one down.

“How did it go?” Chris asked.

Grey gave him a detailed run down of everything that had happened, ending with the suicide of the remaining Wolf at the camp. Cassie’s mouth parted in shock.

“He killed himself rather than face you guys?”

“Either that or so he wouldn’t betray Rand and give up his location,” Grey said.

“I’m more inclined to believe the latter,” Chris replied. “Rand’s men are dedicated to him to a fault. They are also terrified of him. He knew that if Rand found out he talked he would be as good as dead.”

“And if he didn’t talk to us, he would have wished he was dead,” Toby added with a fierce grin.

“You really need to get a hobby to work out some of your aggression,” Cassie said with a shake of her head.

“We tried that before. It just made him grumpier,” Simon informed her.

“We’re sorry we failed you and didn’t get the information on Rand,” Grey said.

Grey had wanted their first mission out to be a complete success. That way he could prove their worth to the Alpha and show what an asset they could be for the pack.

“I wouldn’t call it a failure,” Chris said. “You found out that Rand isn’t staying at one camp, so we know that he’s traveling, plus you found out who their arms dealer is. That’s a big deal.”

“So what do you want us to do about the warehouse?” Grey asked. “If you want, we can go and blow it to fuck and back for you.”

“Thank you, but I think the entire pack needs to be involved in this. After all, each of us suffered thanks to those weapons. I’ll mobilize some teams right away, and we’ll attack tomorrow. Maybe then in the future, others will think twice before dealing with Rand, knowing that he’ll be using the weapons against us.”

Grey’s admiration for the Alpha went up with each word he spoke. It would have been much easier to just send out the assassins, but he was willing to put his own ass on the line to send out the message. There weren’t many Alphas out there that would be willing to do that.

“As you will, Alpha. We will be ready to assist you in any way,” Grey said.

“Now, why don’t you guys go get some food and rest? You more than earned it,” Chris suggested.

Grey was hungry and tired, but there was one thing he wanted to do first. Check up on Caley. All he had been able to think of since he got back to the dwelling was how his Dove was doing.

They left the office, and he turned to Toby and Simon. “You guys go on ahead. I’ll catch up in a few minutes.”

Simon gave a knowing grin. “Tell Caley we said hello.”

Grey didn’t even bother to deny it. “I will.”

He turned around and made his way to the workshop. It was late, and he had no way of knowing that Caley would still be there. For all he knew, the Dove could have closed for the night, but Grey still wanted to check. When he got there and found the lights still on, a thrill went through him, just like he was some high school boy with a crush or something.

He knocked on the door, even though it was open, before walking in. He found Caley hard at work at one of the sewing machines. The shop was pretty much put back together, save for one corner, which had a small pile of debris in it.

Caley looked up in surprise but smiled when he saw Grey. The sight of that grin made Grey feel so much better. It was as if it washed away all the gore and death he’d witnessed that night.

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you again tonight,” Caley said.

“I just wanted to see how you were feeling.”

Grey walked in and stood next to Caley, breathing in his sweet scent. It was so much better than blood and death, the smells that Grey was so used to working with. He could get used to coming home to this every day.

Caley stretched, wincing a bit. “I’m still a little sore, but I’ve shifted a few more times, and it’s helped.”

Grey reached down and brushed away a stray strand of Caley’s hair. “You look fantastic, if that’s anything.”

Caley gave him a flirtatious look. “Are you always this flattering to guys?”

“No, I usually don’t give a damn, to tell you the truth.”

“Then what’s changed?”

Grey had to think that one over. What was it about Caley that was so different from the other men? Grey found that he couldn’t put it to words, but the Dove was unique. So much so, that even though they had just met, Grey would do anything do make Caley his.

What was going on with him? Why was he so possessive of this Dove? Why was Caley so different from all the others?

Finally, Grey just said, “I don’t know. All I do know for certain is that I would kill anyone that harmed you.”

Caley tilted his head to the side. “Well, since you kill for a living, that doesn’t say much.”

Grey let out a slight chuckle. “I guess I should say that you’ve touched me like no other has.”

“How can you say that when you just met me? For all you know, I could be some melodramatic bitch who has weird fetishes.”

“I would still want you.”

Caley stood up from the sewing machine, making it so they were only inches apart. “I guess I shouldn’t bash you. Usually, I hate or fear Wolves, but with you it’s different.”

Grey’s heart skipped a beat. “How so?”

“I just can’t stop thinking about you or wanting to be with you. I don’t know why that is, either.”

Grey reached out and snagged Caley’s waist and brought him in closer. “Maybe that’s because fate meant us to be together.”

Caley tilted his head up so he was looking at Grey with those beautiful blue eyes of his. “I don’t believe in fate.”

“I never did before, either, but how else do you explain this?”

“I don’t know,” Caley said with a sigh.

“So what are we going to do about it?”

“I don’t know that either, but can we start it with a kiss?”

“Sure, that’s one thing you never have to ask twice for.”

Grey dipped his head down and brushed their lips together. He only meant it to be a brief kiss, but as soon as he got a taste of Caley’s sweetness, he had to have more. Caley parted his lips with a moan, and Grey slipped his tongue inside, licking the depths of his lover’s mouth.

Caley pulled back and said, “Just wait a second.”

He ran over and locked the door to his workroom. “Let’s hope this time we don’t get interrupted by a bomb, because if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to burst.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Grey said, desire shooting through his body and going straight to his cock.

Caley slowly came over, his hips swaying just a bit. Grey almost swallowed his tongue. He couldn’t believe that this beautiful creature was his to do with what he wanted to.

“I should warn you, I used to be a bit of a slut,” Caley said.

A low growl built up in the back of Grey’s throat as jealousy ripped through him.

Caley went on, “But it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anybody. So, I hope you’ll be gentle with me.”

Some of Grey’s jealousy died down. “From now on, you won’t be with anybody but me.”

“Just you, I promise.”

Caley took off his shirt, revealing his gloriously smooth chest. Next, he knelt down and took off his shoes and socks, so he was only wearing his jeans. He undid the top button of those, but left them on for the moment.

“You do realize if we do this, you will belong to me from now on,” Grey warned.

“I kind of got the gist of that.”

Finally, Caley was within reaching distance, Grey snagged him and pulled him in close. “You’re ready for that kind of commitment, even though I’m a Wolf?”

“A week ago, I would have said there was no way in hell I would tie myself to a Wolf, but now I can’t think of anybody I could want besides you. Which is crazy because I never believed that somebody could fall that fast for a person.”

Grey began to rain kisses down the side of Caley’s neck, reveling in how soft the Dove’s skin was. It was masculine, yet silky at the same time. Grey found himself instantly addicted and knew that he could spend the rest of his life tasting it.

Caley let out a groan as he tilted his head back, at the same time thrusting his hips forward so his cock rubbed against Grey’s thigh. Even through his jeans, Grey could feel that his Dove had a pretty impressive-sized dick. It made him hungry to get his hands on it.

Reaching down, Grey worked the zipper down on Caley’s pants. He was both shocked and thrilled to find that Caley didn’t have any underwear on. Caley let out a throaty laugh.

“I was hoping you would come back to see me, and I wanted to have as few layers as possible for us to work with,” he said.

“Why do I have the feeling that you’re always going to keep me on my toes?” Grey asked.

“You wouldn’t want life to be boring, would you?”

Grey reached in and took out Caley’s cock. Just as he had suspected, it was large and thick. Grey wrapped his hand around it and gave a good squeeze, earning a moan from Caley.

“No, boring isn’t fun at all,” Grey agreed.

He ran his thumb over the tip of Caley’s cock and collected some pre-cum before he pumped his hand up and down a few times. Caley let out a gasp as he jacked his hips forward.

“Oh God, you’re really good with your hands,” he exclaimed.

“So I’ve been told.”

Caley’s head whipped down. “By who?”

Grey hid a smile. It was nice to know that he wasn’t the only who could be jealous. He stepped back and took off his shirt, but left his pants on. “Take off you pat and hop on the table.”

Caley did as instructed. His face was flushed with passion, and he’d never looked more beautiful. He reached down and stroked his own cock. “I don’t have any lube here, but if you look over on the table over there, I have some hand lotion. That will be good enough for now.”

Grey looked over and found the bottle, wincing when he saw that it was citrus flavored. Oh well, it could have been worse. At least it wasn’t floral. He could just hear the remarks from Simon if Grey came back smelling like a flower garden.

Grey pumped some on his fingers then told Caley, “Lay back on the table.”

Caley gave him an aren’t-you-the-bossy-one look, but complied. Once he was there, Grey began to jack him off again. He then used his other hand to spread the lotion out a bit, to warm it up. Once he was sure it was the right temperature, he circled Caley’s hole with one finger before slowly thrusting it in.

Caley let out a moan. “That feels so good.”

“I’m glad you like it. It’s not too much?”

“No, it’s perfect,” Caley said, rolling the r’s like a cat shifter would.

Grey continued to stroke Caley’s cock while he worked the finger in and out, taking his time and mindful of the fact that it had been a while since Caley’d had sex. It wasn’t until Caley was totally relaxed that Grey added a second finger. All the while, he was watching Caley for any signs of discomfort.

Caley let out a hiss, but going by the half-smile on his face, Grey knew it was from pleasure, not from pain. A bit of pre-cum had developed on the tip of Caley’s cock. Still pumping his hand up and down, Grey leaned down and licked it clean.

It was as if he’d sent an electrical jolt through Caley. The Dove shifter arched off the table as he screamed out Grey’s name. Since Caley was so overcome with passion, Grey knew it would be a good time to add a third finger. So he did, at the same time twisting his wrist so he pegged Caley’s sweet spot.

Sensing that Caley was near the edge, Grey took only a few more moments to stretch him out before removing his fingers. Unzipping his pants, Grey pulled out his aching cock and slicked it up then lined it up to Caley’s hole.

“Mine,” Grey declared as he thrust in.

Caley let out a sound that might have been a word, but was too garbled to tell. By that time, Grey was too caught up in his passion to care.

Caley was so tight—so hot, that it was all Grey could do not to pound into him hard and fast. But he didn’t want to hurt the Dove. Not only was Caley still recovering from his injuries, it had been a long time since he’d had sex.

Then Caley grabbed Grey by the wrist and said, “Give it to me.”

“But I don’t want hurt you.”

“I can take it. I promise you.”

“Okay, but if it hurts at any time, you let me know.”

“Trust me, I will. I’m not into pain.”

Grey pulled back and thrust hard and fast into Caley, just as he’d been dying to do. Instead of crying out in pain, Caley met him halfway. Little whimpers of pleasure coming from between his parted lips.

“Yes, Grey, just like that.”

All too soon, a tingling at Grey’s spine told him that he was getting close. Determined not to find his pleasure until his lover did, Grey reached down and began to stroke Caley’s cock in time with the thrusts. Caley let out a cry and came, thick ropes of cum covering Grey’s hand.

Knowing that he had pleased his lover pushed Grey over the edge. Throwing back his head, he moaned out Caley’s name and came, his cock filling Caley’s ass. As he lowered his head, he kissed Caley, content in the knowledge that he had claimed the Dove as his.