“Any idea who might wish me dead at this point? I thought we were past all this and trying to live in peace with one another.”
“No clue. I don’t think it’s any of the clans. Sure, there are some that aren’t happy about every decision being made, but not to the extent that they’d want to kill you for it. Most of them are content to have just gotten their lands back and not have to kneel to Clan Maguire anymore.”
“Well, someone sure doesn’t like me. I’ve talked to Fergus and he wants me to lay low and sort it out without involving the other clans, so I’m going to turn the council over to you for now, perhaps for good. How do you feel about that?”
“I’m here for whatever you need, Alpha.”
“Great. Let me get you up to speed and I’ll check in with you as I can while I sort this other issue out.”
“Sounds good.”
He and Ronan sat down and went over what projects Ronan had gotten started on behalf of the council and what he had intended to get going past that.
“Of course, it will be up to the majority what choices you want to make with the pending projects.”
“We’ll manage.”
“One last thing, Patrick. Give me your word that you won’t exclude Clan Omega. They’ve lost a lot, and they deserve a chance to put their lives back together like the rest of us.”
“You have my word. I’m not sure how I feel about an all-female clan or how they’ll even be able to sustain themselves, but I’ll do what I can to make sure they get a fighting chance.”
“Very good. Thanks.”
Ronan made some more calls on his way back into the city, stopping briefly at the Temple Bar to meet a messenger from the hotel. He’d been unable to get back into his hotel room due to the situation there, but they’d agreed to bring him his bags and any contents of the room he’d left behind.
A few minutes later he was knocking on the last door he planned to visit before leaving for the States. At first, there was no answer, but he was relieved when he finally heard the clicking of locks on the other side and the door opened to show a teary-eyed Maeve on the other side.
“What’s wrong?” he asked immediately.
Rather than answering, she flew into his arms and kissed him like she’d not seen him for years. He didn’t pull back. If this was going to be the last time he saw her, he wasn’t going to waste what time they had together. Walking her back into the doorway, he shut the door with his foot and began undressing her, eager to feel her skin against his.
“I thought you were dead,” she gasped as he began unbuttoning her shirt.
“Do I feel dead?” he joked, putting his mouth back on hers as he drank her in.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Maeve
Ronan wasted no time with explanations when he entered her door. Instead, he kicked the door shut with his foot and picked her up to carry her to the bedroom.
“Get undressed, Omega,” he demanded, watching as she complied with his order.
She stood in front of him, her naked body already responding to his presence as her thighs grew sticky with the wetness forming between her legs.
“Lay down on the bed and open your legs,” he told her, beginning to get undressed as he watched her.
She did as he asked, never taking her eyes off of him. She could see his hard-on through his jeans and licked her lips.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Starving,” she replied.
“Do as I tell you and I just might let you have what you want,” he told her.
“Yes, Alpha,” she replied.
“Good girl. I want to watch you pleasure yourself,” he said, standing in front of her with his cock in his hands.
“Yes, Alpha,” she repeated, slipping her right hand down between her legs and slipping two fingers along her folds.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Mmm, yes,” she replied.
“Let me watch how you make yourself cum. Is this what you do when I’m not here? Is that how you make yourself climax when you think about how much you want my cock?”
“Aye,” she told him, panting as she grew more excited from him watching her and her own fingers.
She slipped her fingers further inside her pussy, fucking herself while he stood watching, his cock hard and waiting for his turn. After a few moments, he turned and walked toward the chair that sat to one side of the room, his legs spread while he stroked himself, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Cum for me, Maeve,” he told her, watching as she increased her pulsing fingers until her body began to quake and she had to bite her lip. She milked her clit with her left hand while she continued to fuck herself, finally taking her eyes off of him as she tossed her head back and let go, shuddering as she came violently.