Chapter 91 BONUS CHAP. 4- CLEO'S HEAT
This follows Chapter 54.......
\-BLAYNE'S POV
Shit! Cleo goes into heat tonight!
"You could have told me," I scolded my wolf, feeling anxious and like an idiot. After getting off the call with Vance, my brain was fried and my thoughts were jumbled. Though I'm in the bunker with my warriors, I'm completely zoned out.
"You're the one who keeps screwing up everything," he huffs, " You've been so busy with the investigations that you barely visited her."
"You know why," I charged him, "The guilt of arresting my own mate is killing me." Plus those accusing fiery sea-green eyes scorch my heart. She's bound to bleed me dry.
"Yet, you are alive and making our mate suffer." He jabs at me. "If you weren't a part of me, I'd hope she dumped your sorry ass."
"Oh, shut the hell up." I gritted. "We are one and the same. Let's just focus on getting Cleo through the night."
"Heat lasts for days, dumdum." He curtly pointed out. "It's at least three days."
Fuck! I did not know what to do. I was restless and clueless. I sighed and scratched my forehead in frustration.
Cleo shouldn't be in the cell with all those men around. I will kill my own warriors if she dared to lust after any one of them. She should be enduring this estrus stage at my place.
The beast within me was worse than I was. My wolf projected ideas of how to break her out of the cells and run away. Damn it! Despite the fact that I am the head of national security for the werewolf realm, this lady had me considering committing a crime. One nefarious deed of love.
Wait a minute.
Am I in love?
My heartbeat increased radically as I searched my soul to understand my own emotions. Blankly, I stared down the dimly lighted rows of weaponry, lost in a world where my own words no longer made
sense.
"Change the damn shift schedule and get those bastards away from my mate!" My wolf growls since I refuted his felonious scheme.
"Alright!" I shouted, "I'll figure it out!"
I have scratched my head a million times since Vance enlightened me of Cleo's predicament. Finding Duke was a good option, but the goddess knew how he would throw this one in my face. Not to mention that he was bound to tell Vance just how clueless I have been.
I'm accustomed to fucking women and not giving a damn, but with my mate, it was different. In a flash, the vixen became my world. In a matter of seconds, she stole my heart and soul. She's got me walking on eggshells. Always having that lingering desire to be with her and be buried deep inside of her. It's driving me fucking crazy. I did not mind feeling this torrid yearning for her at all. It's just that she was torturing me by reframing me from unleashing that storm of lust on her body.
My blue balls miss their original cream color.
The testicles felt heavy, achy, and swollen when getting hard without ejaculating. My cock missed the clenching of pink gummy walls squirting down juices. Cleo's fluids to be exact.
Shit!
There it goes again. I'm so ultimately hard. When will she let me mate her? Dear moon goddess, I'm a sinner who needs to be bathed in her holy water. She can sit on my face any day and let me drink my fill, lapping her up in all its sensual glory. Sadly, I've switched from fucking pussies to jerking off to memories of her. It's the only antidote for my balls to survive.
Cleo gives me nothing to work with. No kisses. No encouragement. Nothing. When I delivered the supplies to Regant Mountain as promised, she orally expressed her somber gratitude. It would have been lovely to receive a cheek kiss. One kiss from her would be divine.
"Gamma Blayne," a man's voice called out to me.
"What?" My sidelong glare fell on the poor elite warrior as he rose from the stool he had been sitting on.
Wade militantly responds, "We are done with the inventory. Permission to leave, Sir."
My eyes scanned the rows of crates and trunks of weaponry before me. I grabbed the clipboard from his hands and reviewed the sheets. Truthfully, I can't read a thing. I had no time to lend a hand. My discombobulated mind made everything a blank slate. If I mess this up, Vance would have my head.
"Who's on cell duty?" I asked him. Part of his duties as a top elite team leader included managing shifts and breaks after I handed
them out.
"Malik, Rohan, Kevin, and Phillip who relieved me," Wade replied conclusively.
"We can keep Malik since he's mated. Get rid of the others and provide me with a set of mated elites to guard the cells for the next three days." I adjured, slamming the flat surface of the clipboard on
his chest.
"Oo," Wade grunts at the impact of my action and rubs his chest. " Yes, Sir."
"Elias." I summoned the attention of the other male in the
warehouse with us. He's silent, being mindful of his behavior because of my mood and foul Gamma aura. His head jolts up to meet
my eyes, "Are you mated?"
"Yes, Gamma." His grey eyes widened and his chocolate skin paled as though he'd seen an apparition. He paused scribbling on the document on his clipboard.
Am I that scary? I rolled my eyes. "Cool," I tried to tone things down. "Has your mate experienced the heat?"
"Yes, Gamma." He cleared his throat to sound more relaxed.
"What's it like and what did you do?" Hopefully, he could help my case so that I didn't come off as oblivious.
His hand goes to his chin as he thinks it through. "Cheyenne was in a
lot of pain and her body burned like she was having a fever. She had to be kept cool all the time but my touch soothed her." He broke off and thought some more before resuming, "It was hard to resist mating with her. She was clingy and begged me to make love to her, and I could not leave her side." He shook his head at the salacious memory, though his face wore a smile. "It's the greatest time to have sex with your mate. Everything becomes more intense." With that, a better source popped into my head. Dr. Stone would be perfect to help me handle my untamed mate. Trust me when I say that if the mate bond between me and Cleo intensified during her heat, I might have my cake and eat it. Because at this stage, my resistance was in the negative.
"Alright boys, let's call it a day." I dismissed the two elites, closing
up the warehouse.
Every accusation against Cleo was false. Although my wolf might come off as grouchy, he was actually ecstatic and wagged his tail incessantly, especially since we would be spending the night with Cleo regardless of any objections she might have. Undeniably, she needed me. It felt good to know that. It was very gratifying indeed.
Getting back to my apartment, I showered and spoke to Doc. She advised stopping by her for medication. Can you believe that she suggested that I take medication to reduce my sexual urges? I mean, which guy isn't proud of his libido? I'd rather live with my blue balls than take some doped-up shit to get rid of my sex drive. That crap was not for me. Then she had the audacity to offer a chastity belt for me. Thank goddess that no one was around when she attempted the bad joke. It was not funny.
Anyways, to cut a long story short. I got the meds for Cleo. It will
reduce symptoms of the heat. The thought of her in pain constricts my heart. I would bear the burden for her if I could.
At my command, Matron Madeline arranged Omegas to set up Cleo's cell, thus converting it into a nesting area. Lots of pillows and comforters to provide padding for comfortable chilling. There was an overnight bag of clothes and necessities. Additionally, at least a dozen towels were there and sheets hung as curtains to conceal inside her cell in case we get naked, and a 60 by 48 portable bath pan
with water. A rectangular igloo cooler was placed by the bath, filled with ice bags. Two Omegas were available in the event that I required anything else. That should be all the bases.
Wade, Elias, Pamela and Malik would be the only guards on duty. And
that was after they moved all the prisoners to the cells at the far end of the dungeon. I ordered them to shoot the prisoners with doses of silver and tranquilizer components to send them dozing. Darkness covered the land and I parked my black Ford Bronco at the
side of the saltbox building of the underground dungeon. As anxious as I was to see her, I had to double-check with the elites that they had successfully carried out my orders to the tee. Satisfied with the results, I mustered the courage to face my most savage mate.
I unlocked the silver-barred cell door and opened the sheet curtain
to see her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She retorted, giving me those knife-slicing eyes. Obviously, she was still holding on to an unnecessary grudge over the arrest.