The Runaway Cat (Book 2 Cloverleah Pack Series) (24 page)

“I want to talk to the man in charge,” Griff called out through the still closed door.

“You need to open up and let us all in or we will use force if necessary,” Tony called back.

“Na, uh, got an agent hostage in here.  I want to talk to the man in charge and I’ll only let him in, no-one else.”
  Griff’s reply was positively cocky as he pulled Diablo even closer.  Diablo just smiled and buried his face in Griff’s neck smelling his own unique scent.  The relief he felt in being in his mate’s arms again was overwhelming.

The men in the room could hear a heated debate going on in the hallway as more than one person tried to talk Tony out of coming into the room on his own.  But Tony wasn’t the Director of the FBI for nothing and soon enough he called through the door.

“All right, just me for now.  Unlock the door.”

Griff stepped back with Diablo while Kane got on one side of the door and Shawn got on the other.  As Shawn unlocked and opened the door slightly, Kane reached through, grabbed the unsuspecting man and pulled him through quickly while Shawn closed and locked the door behind him.  Thuds on the door indicated
that more than one other person had hoped to try and get through the door at the same time.  Griff grinned.  The FBI was so predictable.

Tony looked totally flustered for a moment, his arms gripped in Kane’s big hands.  When he regained his footing he looked at Kane who simply gave him a grin and dropped his hold.

“Just making sure you wouldn’t fall Director,” he said in his deep low voice stepping back and giving the man a chance to look around the room.

“Bloody hell, Griff,” Tony said at last.  “What a mess.”

Griff looked around the room as though seeing it for the first time.  He shrugged his shoulders and said simply, “they were touching my mate, what can I say?”

“Your mate.  Yes.”  Tony looked at Diablo for the first time who was still wrapped around Griff.  “You must be Diablo, I take it.”

“Yes sir, Special Agent Derrick Franklin, pleased to meet you.”  Diablo leaned forward to shake Tony’s hand but he didn’t let go of his grip on his mate.  The previous twelve hours without Griff had been too long, too painful and far too hard to go through again.

“Yes, well I had hoped it would be under better circumstances.”  Tony at least had the grace to look embarrassed.

“I did try to stop Griff from coming, sir,” Diablo said quietly.  “I worked hard for the arrests I had lined up and I wanted them processed through the proper channels.  You know that.  But what Georgio did this time and what he planned to do.  Well,” Diablo looked up at Griff, his eyes shining, “you can’t take a mate from a shifter or his pack and not expect to die for it.  It’s just our way.”

Tony blushed and looked around the room again.  “Yes well I s
uppose it is all understandable, and Diablo I will make sure you will get the credit for the other arrest warrants which we are executing as we speak.  But really guys how am I going to explain all of these bodies if I don’t take any of you into custody.  You know vigilante style justice is not approved of in the courts and stuff it, Interpol is involved in all of this.”

“Well,” said Griff easily, “That is why you are the head of the FBI and us blokes, well we are just ordinary citizens who just wanted to save our friend from a fate worse than death.  I am sure you can work out the logistics and the paperwork.”

“Yeah but Griff, some of these men.  They look like they have been mauled by wild animals.  How am I going to explain that type of thing in an autopsy?”  Tony looked at the group of six men, all in suits and none of them looking particularly roughed up. He couldn’t help but wonder just what had happened before he arrived.

“Will that be too much of a problem for you Director?”  Shawn spoke up quietly, his voice a firm and confident contrast to Tony’s increasing agitation.

“It’s definitely something that is going to be really difficult to explain,” Tony said as he looked at a couple of the bodyguards whose throats had been ripped open by what was very definitely teeth. Big teeth.  He cast a surreptitious look around the room wondering who was responsible for that.

“Let me take care of that aspect for you at least,” Shawn said equally quietly as he turned and threw up a huge blue ball of energy into the room.  It expanded and then fell gracefully so that it covered all of the dead bodies where they lay.  Seconds later it dissipated and when Tony looked down at the ripped throat he had been staring at just moments before he could see that the wound had changed and instead resembled more of a garroting mark, than teeth.
  A quick glance at the other bodies showed that they too had more explainable marks of death on their corpses.

“Who are you?”  Tony asked Shawn in wonder.

“Nobody you need to know,” Shawn responded with a smile. “Just a friend of Griff and Diablo like the rest of us.”

“Can all of you do things like that,” said Tony as he looked at the others.  It was Kane who answered as he came up and swept Shawn into his arms - the move as possessive as hell and from the smile on Shawn’s face, he loved it.

“My mate,” Kane enunciated the words carefully so Tony would understand, “is just a little bit special that’s all.  Nothing anyone else needs to know about, right?” 

If there was a few teeth showing and a touch of a snarl in his voice as Kane spoke to Tony, who knew, but Tony got the message and he nodded in reply. “Of course your secret, or should I say secrets,” he added looking at the other men, “are all safe with me.”  He grimaced at Griff.  “Regardless of how this is going to look on paper you guys all did a terrific service to both this country and the face of international c
rime today and I do thank you, all of you.”

“You can thank us by not kicking up a stink about the hotel bill you will be getting from this little venture.  What do you think,” Griff said looking at Kane. “Do you reckon we could all take a few days and have some fun in Baton Rouge here?  They have casinos and dancing and plenty of food from room service.”

This time it was Kane’s turn to grin.  “Why the hell not.  But,” he pinned Griff with a gleam in his eye, “we all get separate rooms.  Some of us like our privacy.”

Griff’s answering grin turned feral as he looked at Diablo still curled up by his side.  “Yes we do, don’t we.”  He was pleased to see an answering need in Diablo’s eyes.  Suddenly it seemed really important to get out of the tacky room in the club filled with dead bodies.  Especially when a hotel suite, with a warm bed and a hot bath was waiting for them.

Looking at Tony Griff asked, “So are we all good now?”

“You mean you guys are all just going to walk out of here leaving me with a room full of dead bodies?  I can’t even take you in for questioning or anything?”
The incredulity in Tony’s voice would be funny if he wasn’t so serious.

“None of us are going near a police station or a field office Tony, you know that.”  Griff was quite firm on this point.

“But Diablo, you at least have to come in and finish off your report for this case.  You are still employed with us until tomorrow.”  Tony tried again.

Diablo took one last deep breath of his mate’s intoxicating scent and then stood up
straight and pulled out of Griff’s embrace.  Standing tall he stalked over to where Tony was standing every inch the strong and deadly cat shifter that he was. Looming over the man he spoke softly but with deadly intent.

“Director, I have been beaten, I have been abducted.  I have been drugged and laid out naked like a piece of meat for those scum to paw all over me.
The man was going to sell me, Director, as a sex slave.  All because of the FBI.  You weren’t going to come in until tomorrow because you wanted all of your paperwork and your bureau posturing sorted.  I could have been dead or spirited out of the country by then.  I. Owe. You. Nothing.” And ignoring Tony’s dazed expression Diablo sauntered back to Griff latching his long arm around his waist.  “Come on lover, let’s go find a bed.”

Griff grinned at Tony and without another word he unlocked the door and Angel Bandures complete with entourage walked through the mass of agents all waiting with guns drawn, out through the club and into the waiting limousine
. Nobody dared to stop them.

Chapter Twenty Four

By the time they had got the other men settled in suites of their own and Griff and Diablo finally made it to Angel’s suite, Griff was all over Diablo like a man possessed.  Diablo, who had never seen this side of his mate before tried to slow him down, calm him down a bit.  Diablo really wanted a shower because he didn’t want the scent of others on his skin to upset Griff’s wolf.  But Griff would not be stopped.

“Griff, honey, please let me have a shower first, ha, then I am all yours,” Diablo tried.  He looked deep into Griff’s eyes and could see the wolf lurking beneath.

“Need you mate.  Need you now.”  Griff snarled as he tugged, pulled and ripped Diablo’s clothes from his body. Within minutes Diablo was naked and thrust back against the door of the suite. He clung to Griff’s massive biceps even as he continued to try and get his mate to stop.

“My cat, Griff, I don’t know if…”  Diablo couldn’t even get the words out before Griff’s mouth covered his in a blistering, claiming kiss.

Don’t stop me!
Need you too much. 
Griff’s roar pounded through Diablo’s head even as flipped a packet of lube out of his suit pants pocket and quickly opened it coating his fingers before plunging two of them into Diablo’s ass.  Diablo hissed at the burn, but said nothing and he continued to say nothing as Griff quickly added another finger.  After all, what could he say?  His own cock was rock hard and already leaking and his cat, while being a bit bitchy seemed to recognize that in this moment it was Griff and his wolf that was in control.

As Griff’s hand rocked into him Diablo
moaned as he felt the flood of pleasure seep through his nerve endings and he started to move into Griff’s thrusts, his own breath picking up speed as he became caught up in the sheer carnality of the moment. All too soon Griff had removed his fingers and swiped the residue of lube over his own cock.  Grabbing Diablo’s thighs in his huge hands he hoisted Diablo up against the door even further and then quickly plunged into his mate.  Not stopping until his balls were flush with Diablo’s ass.  Diablo hissed at the harsh entry and forced his muscles to relax around Griff’s cock willing away the burn and discomfort.

Only once he was fully seated did Griff stop for a
brief moment.  He kissed Diablo savagely on the mouth before peppering kisses and bites along his jaw line and his neck. “Need you mate.  Need you to be mine.  My mate, my lover, mine,” he snarled as his oral assault continued.

Diablo just managed to gasp out, “yours Griff,” when Griff started to move.  He pulled his cock almost all of the way out of Diablo’s shaft before plunging back in again.  As Griff felt Diablo’s muscles quiver and ripple against him he started thrusting in and out, getting faster and faster as his own frantic needs consumed him. 
The need to possess, to claim, to consume the man beneath him.  Diablo’s back was pushed against the door with each inward thrust.  His ass felt like it was on fire and his balls stung as they were pounded by Griff every time the man bottomed out.  His breath coming in urgent pants Diablo knew that all he could do was hang on and ride this out.

Bracing his arms on Griff’s shoulders, Diablo laced his hands behind Griff’s neck and buried his face in Griff’s hair.  He managed to lift up his lower
legs higher still and wrap them just above Griff’s hips.  This tilted his body giving his mate more access to him and Griff signaled his pleasure by thrusting even faster and deeper than before.  It was mating at its most animalistic level and Diablo’s initial feeling of discomfort quickly morphed into rising pleasure and excitement as he allowed his mind to connect with Griff’s. 

While he could see the overriding need for Griff to possess him on a basic level, he looked deeper and as Diablo did that he could share and experience the sheer level of hell that Griff had gone through
in the twelve hours Diablo had been captured.  Diablo’s absence had been pure torture for Griff who had gone through panic and pain as well as intense anger once he realized what had happened and who actually had Diablo.  Even as he clung on to his mate’s rutting body Diablo vowed to himself that he would never be parted from Griff again, for any reason.

All
too soon Diablo could feel Griff’s cock swell even further and as Griff climaxed, pulsing his seed deep into Diablo’s shaft he raised his head and plunged his teeth into Diablo’s mating mark, deeper and harder than ever before. Diablo’s initial shock at the pain quickly receded into the most amazing levels of pleasure and his own cock spurted its release between them.  As the smell of spunk filled the air Griff lifted his mouth and roared “MINE” in a voice so loud and so deep Diablo was sure the whole hotel could hear it.

Diablo just continued to hang on to Griff
’s shuddering body, his own body sated, his cat purring, he whispered words of love and acceptance into his mate’s ear as Griff allowed his orgasm to drain out all of the anger and pain he had gone through. When Griff’s cock finally softened enough to slip free of its warm haven he gave a deep sigh, his arms wrapping around the man he thought he had lost. Diablo’s legs slowly fell down Griff’s body and he struggled to find his feet on the floor, his head nestled in Griff’s neck inhaling the man’s delicious scent.  Griff palmed Diablo’s chin and bought his head back up, his lips meeting Diablo’s this time in softness and love.

“Shower,” he said gruffly and when Diablo nodded Griff swung his arm down behind Diablo’s knees and swept him off his feet. Stalking towards the bathroom Griff settled Diablo onto the toilet seat while he got the water started.  When it was hot enough he gently pulled Diablo in with him, letting Diablo get the full force of the water over his aching muscles. 

Diablo groaned when he felt Griff’s hands, soft with soap run slowly over his body, cleansing and massaging all in one go. He literally purred as he felt Griff’s thick strong fingers moving through his scalp as he washed and conditioned Diablo’s long blond hair and when he was finally clean Diablo stood quietly as Griff dried him gently with the thick fluffy towels that only seemed to be found in a high end hotel. By the time Griff had picked him up again and placed him carefully on the suite’s master bedroom’s California King Diablo had never felt so pampered, spoilt or cherished.

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The two men didn’t leave the suite or the bed for two days only calling in for room service when the need for food outweighed all others.  But finally the other men in the pack convinced them through repeated texts, phone calls and finally a visit from Kane and Shawn that they really should go out with the men to a club for a night of drinking
, dining and dancing before heading home. Griff had sent Scott and Troy round to Diablo’s old apartment for his clothes and other bits and bobs and Diablo had phoned a carrier company to ship the items in his storage facility straight through to Griff’s home.  They were to be delivered within the week. 

Griff’s possessive behavior had eased slightly as he watched his mate make the arrangements to be with Griff full time. Now
, as he lay sprawled across the bed watching his gorgeous man pour himself into a pair of tight leather pants he couldn’t help thinking just how lucky he was that the Fate’s had chosen this man, this epitome of physical perfection to be his mate.  Even as Griff reminded himself that it wasn’t just Diablo’s devastating beauty that appealed to him - the man was intelligent, funny and as a lethal as sin as well - that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate the overall package.  As Diablo’s long legs and tight behind were encased in black leather Griff could feel his arousal grow and he was so caught up in watching the muscles in Diablo’s back flex as the man himself bent over to put on his boots he almost missed Diablo’s question.

“Hmm,
what was that my lover,” Griff drawled, his heated gaze running over the fetching lines of Diablo’s body, legs straight and long, buttocks pushed out and back arched as Diablo was busy fixing a buckle on his boots.  Diablo flicked his long blond hair out of his face and looked over.  When he caught Griff’s heated gaze and amused grin, Diablo straightened up and stalked over to the bed.  As he ran his own gaze over Griff’s body his eyes settled on the obvious mound growing in Griff’s own leather pants.  Dressed only in the aforementioned pants, his biker boots and a leather waistcoat, Griff’s tattoos a sharp relief on glistening tanned skin the man every twinks biker fantasy come to life.  And while Diablo was anything but a twink the man sprawled out in front of him was everything he had ever wanted or desired.

“You are insatiable my lover,” he grumbled softly although his smile indicated that the idea really wasn’t a bad thing.  “We are supposed to be going out
.”  Although as he watched Griff cup his crotch in a blatant invitation Diablo’s own thoughts started to wander.  “I asked if you had heard from Tony.”

Griff grimaced. “No, but I haven’t checked my phone since we got in here.  Honestly I am not going to worry about it.
  Tony can get all the shit sorted out.”  He sat up on the bed and pulled Diablo close, wrapping his arms around Diablo’s waist and burying his face into the hard muscles of Diablo’s stomach. “Are you worried about the other arrests that Tony was due to execute yesterday?”

Diablo moaned softly as Griff started to kiss and lick along the lines of Diablo’s abs and he threaded his fingers through Griff’s long thick hair massaging his scalp.  “Hmm, it would be nice to know if the whole thing got sorted out and all of those bastards got caught.  I did put a lot of work into that case you know.”

“Mmm, hmm, I know my lover,” Griff mumbled against Diablo’s skin, licking his way up to Diablo’s pert nipples that were already hardened.  “You did a good job too.”  He lathed his tongue across Diablo’s nipple and was gratified to hear Diablo’s soft gasp.  But just as he was about to attack the tantalizing nub under his lips, Diablo pulled his head up, fixing his dark gaze on Griff’s eyes.

“What?”  He asked, surprised.

“We are going out tonight my lover.  Clubbing. In Baton Rouge.  It’s not that big of a place. I will probably be recognized as Georgio’s boy, or ex-boy.  I don’t want to cause ‘Angel’ any problems but there is no way I want to do the whole submissive shit anymore.  That was part of my job and not something I want to repeat in a hurry.  It would help if I knew all of those shits I fingered had actually been arrested already.”  Diablo was positively glaring at Griff now.

Pushing Diablo back slightly, Griff stood up and pulled the man back into him, crushing his lips against Diablo’s and drinking him in.  He didn’t think he would ever get enough of just how perfectly Diablo fitted against his body
even when the man was showing sign of agitation, as he was now. He kept on kissing Diablo until he felt the man’s body relaxed fluid against him and only then did he lift his head pleased to note the flush in Diablo’s cheeks and the glaze in Diablo’s eyes.

“Didn’t you hear the latest news?  Seems Angel Bandures was so enamored of
Diablo he married him and made him a full partner in all of his business dealings.  For what it is worth Georgio’s ex-boy never has to worry about being a submissive again.”

“That’s what’s
going in your cover?  That we are married and partners?”  The shock showed clearly on Diablo’s face.  “But there are so many families that don’t approve of that type of thing.  Surely that would cause problems if you need your Angel persona to get you in with some of the bigger crime families around the states. And…and…I am known by some of those families.”

“All the more reason to set you up with something a bit more concrete than being someone’s boy,” Griff said firmly.
  “Besides,” he said with a grin, “It also gives you the perfect reason to accompany me if I have to do any jobs for Tony.  You would want to come with me, wouldn’t you sugar?”

Sighing, Diablo cupped Griff’s face with his hands and gently kissed him.  “You know I couldn’t bear to be parted from you
even for a couple of days.  Fuck, that twelve hours I was captured was more than enough separation for me.”  He gave a huge sigh thinking over the opportunity Griff had presented him with and weighing it up against possible backlash against his Angel cover.

It really didn’t need a lot of thinking about.  If it were at all possible for him to go with Griff when he did go off on his missions, then he wanted to be with his man.  Homophobic crime lords were really not that big a deal and if he wasn’t in the submissive role that had plagued his life as an undercover agent then maybe he could even get a bit of payback along the way if the opportunity presented itself.

The grin he gave Griff was positively wicked. “So Angel thought my ass was worth that much, aye?  Marriage and a partnership all in one?”

“Hell, Diablo, for your
ass Angel would give you the world.”  Griff’s mouth plunged back down onto Diablo’s again, claiming and caressing all at the same time. Diablo met him with the same amount of passion. When they finally came up for air both men were panting hard.

“So,” Diablo gasped out, “We still going out?”

Nuzzling Diablo’s neck, Griff said, “We don’t have to…”

There was a harsh knock on the door.

“Or maybe we do,” Diablo dropped one more light kiss on Griff’s chin and then headed to the door.  Expecting the pack he was surprised to see Tony standing at the doorway.  “Er Griff, I think it’s for you,” he said as he ushered Tony into the suite.

“Actually, I wanted to see both of you
,” Tony said looking around the room.  “I have a bit of a proposition for you.”  His eyes widened at the sight of Griff storming out of the bedroom.  In leathers with a wild gleam in his eyes and his long hair flaring around his shoulders Griff looked menacing enough to take on anybody and everybody.  Griff strode over to Diablo and pulled him into a protective embrace.