Page 19 of Memphis Heat

Chapter Three

“Close the door,” Snorrasan ordered without looking up. “Have a seat. What have you got to report?”

Butch Carson threw himself into the nearest chair, the set of his shoulders reflecting his mood. Tired. Frustrated. And no farther ahead than they’d been a week ago. “We got nothin’. Not even a hint of anything illegal. Apparently, even for werewolves, we still smell like cops.”

Amanda Black grinned. “Maybe you just smell. We did better. Noticed the same six guys selling AKs way cheap both days. Talked them up a little, bought six for cash, along with a couple crates of ammo. Old Soviet surplus, as we suspected. Asked about a volume discount. Told the boss we’re looking for more, and he said they can give us a discount price on a truckload. ”

“Thank God one of us got somewhere.” Regan sighed, rubbing the shoulder of one arm as if to loosen tight muscles. “Maybe we didn’t just waste an entire weekend.”

Butch shifted in his seat, bringing his elbows to the table. “How the hell’d you get anything outta that tight-lipped bunch? No one would even talk to us.”

“Not your fault, Carson. Black looks really hot in camo,” Callahan explained. “And she smells like she’s in heat.” Which she was.

“I made that work for me,” Amanda added.

“She did.” Callahan watched her through half-closed eyes.

The woman was like a drug to him. He simply couldn’t get enough of her.

Even working a case, there was nothing about her that didn’t make him hard as a fucking rock.

“She came up with this Tennessee State Militia angle. Apparently we’re like one of those white supremacist nutcase factions, only the integrated, werewolf version. ”

Amanda snorted. “The idea is when the federal government collapses, the weres will come out of hiding. We’ve got to be ready to take over, restore order, and offer the world a new reality.

We’ll have to keep the looters and rioters at bay, so we’ve got to arm ourselves.

Weres are powerful, but not more powerful than AK-47s.

We need guns, ammo, and body armor. We’re looking for some heavier grade firepower.

We make this buy, flash enough cash, and they’ll be ready to offer us more. ”

Regan nodded slowly. “And to sell that, we’re going to need a facility.

A training compound. Soldiers, uniforms, offices…

we need to look official. Get them to make a delivery, then track them back to wherever they’re warehousing this stuff.

Find Jarod and Belle.” She didn’t add before it’s too late , but she didn’t have to.

They all knew they were racing the clock.

Agent Miller tapped on his keyboard and pulled up a topography map.

“Got just the place. Compound outside of town, up in the hills. Right about here. Raided it a few months back. Built to house about twenty families, but it was nearly empty when we got there. Minimal damage from the raid, and we kept it out of the news.”

Snorrasan issued a low, guttural laugh that somehow managed not to convey any humor whatsoever. “How’d you manage that?”

“Easy. They went broke. Only three members left.

We brought ‘em in on tax evasion. Property forfeiture under assets seizure. No carnage, no media, and we have the keys. We can walk right in through the front door. Best part? Place is still intact. All we need is some troops who look like bad National Guard knockoffs.”

Amanda grinned and stretched out her hand. “Gimme the credit card -- we got some shoppin’ to do!”

* * *

They hadn’t had a whole lot of time to prepare.

Amanda had put off the shipment as long as she could without raising suspicion, which left them with only a few days to set up the house, but she’d pulled it off.

Canned goods. Uniforms. Supplies. All the trappings of a paranoid paramilitary compound.

They’d outfitted the troops with old Chinese training rifles, but it was clear from just a glance they were due for a major weapons upgrade.

And Amanda was sitting on the most important part of the mission -- the cash.

Enough cash to make these suppliers want to come back for more.

Sewn into the bottom of the small duffle was a tracker. All they needed now was for the shipment to show up. Amanda sat at her desk, fingers drumming restlessly on the scarred wood surface.

If he’d been in wolf form, Callahan’s hackles would have been raised. This just seemed too easy. In his experience, when something felt too good to be true, it probably was.

There were things he needed to oversee, but he couldn’t pull himself away from Amanda. Lord knew the woman could take care of herself, but there was a drive to protect her he was unable to ignore. The closer the hour of the expected arrival, the more edgy Callahan became.

When he actually growled at one of the officers helping them get the place ready, Amanda had had enough. “What’s your fucking problem?”

“Nothing.” He sounded disgruntled even to himself, but he couldn’t put his feelings into words.

“Then why are you snapping like someone’s got their teeth around your leg and won’t let go?”

“I hate waiting.”

“Loosen up a little. Everything will be all right.”

“How the fuck do you figure that? We’re sitting here, waiting for the key players to come to us with a shitload of guns and ammo. The fact they’ve got the majority of the firepower tends to put me in a bad fucking mood.”

Amanda pulled him down the hall and into the back office.

Taking his face in her hands, she tried to soothe him.

“We’re going to get them, baby. This is going to work.

” Her voice was gentle, but her eyes fierce.

She spoke to him like she might a wild animal, trying to calm his savage nature.

Not that it worked, but he relished her touch and tried to pretend it helped.

“We’ve got at least three more hours, babe. I know just how to distract you.”

“Someone will come looking for us.” Not that he cared all that much. He wanted the whole pack to know she was his. And with her hands on his Sam Browne belt, it was damn hard to remember what he was objecting to. “Be careful with that. Pistol’s loaded.”

Long, thin fingers wrapped around his cock through the worn camo pants. “I can see that.”

When she continued to caress him but made no move to do more, he pushed against her palm more fully. “You going to just play or actually do something about this?”

She gave him a seductive smile that actually curled his toes, making his dick pulse with every beat of his heart. “If you want more, baby, I suggest you tell me exactly what you need. I’m not very good at guessing.”

Callahan didn’t even try to suppress the growl that escaped his throat. “I want to sink into that hot little pussy of yours. Fuck you ‘til you can’t walk straight. Want the entire pack to smell me on you.”

Amanda’s husky chuckle only inflamed him more. “That’s what I’m talking about. You gonna take what you want or wait around for me to do it? Cause I might keep you waiting for a very long time.”

“The hell you will,” he muttered as he tugged her pants open and down her rounded hips. God, he wanted to simply rip them off, but they were pressed for time and she didn’t have a change of clothing. He’d make do though. She was here. Tempting him within an inch of his sanity.

Check that. He knew better. He’d passed sanity the day he let her within smelling range.

Blood roared in his ears as he sank to his knees, eyeing her bare sex.

Leaning in close, he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes to savor the sweet scent of her arousal.

The scent was dizzying, like he’d huffed a chemical to get high.

His head spun, but with lust and need, not from lack of oxygen to the brain.

Or maybe that was exactly what it was. Lord knew all his blood seemed to be surging straight to his cock.

The only thing that seemed to matter was getting inside her, burying himself in her heat.

Marking her again as his. Leaving his scent on her for everyone to know she belonged to him.

Gripping her ass with bruising strength, Jamie lunged forward the scant inches to her cunt and lapped at her leaking sex like a dog might lap up water.

His tongue slid between her nether lips, finding her opening as well as her clit, trying to give her as much pleasure as he could, wanting her as ready for him as he was for her.

Amanda cried out, tunneling her fingers through his hair, holding him to her.

She urged him where she needed him most and Jamie was all too happy to follow her lead.

For now. Once he had her panting for him, he’d take her any way he wanted, as hard as he needed. For now, though, he’d give in to her.

Amanda shoved her hips at him, her cries becoming frantic.

Loud. Uncaring if anyone heard them. Moisture leaked from her cunt, an elixir he couldn’t get enough of.

The more he lapped at her, the more he needed until, finally, Amanda was writhing under his tongue.

Her knees buckled. Had he not had a death grip on her, Jamie was sure she’d have sunk to the floor.

But he didn’t want to take her that way this time.

He was the dominant male. She might be an Alpha Bitch, but he was no gamma.

He was bigger than the average wolf, stronger.

Maybe not a true pack Alpha, but that was by choice.

He had no head for politics. He followed those he was loyal to and didn’t waste time trying to be something he wasn’t.

With a growl, Jamie pushed to his feet, spinning Amanda around and pinning her to the wall. “You’re mine, Amanda. Never forget that.”