Page 22 of Memphis Heat

They made their way to the large room that served as their temporary pack den. Pack members were everywhere, in various stages of shifting, some already in the middle of a big orgy, others awaiting the arrival of the unmated females. Smells of sweat and arousal permeated the air.

The whole thing seemed a little surreal to Amanda, though Jamie had explained to her over and over what would happen. Once they started, he was sure she’d barely notice anyone but him. She hoped he was right.

She glanced around the room. So many wolves. Some of them had their eyes on her and Jamie, but most were focused on their mates. Another side of the cops she’d come to think of as family. Pack.

Her pack.

She spotted Jarod and Belle. Assigned to the FBI, and deep undercover now, but she sensed they’d lay down their lives for the pack if it came to that.

Butch Carson and Regan “Sundance” O’Malley.

Amanda’d known Regan since the academy. Dozens of other wolves…

none of whom had ever given her any reason to question their loyalty. Was one of them really a traitor?

Amanda scanned the room for her former partner, Terra White. She didn’t see her, or Sergei, the truck driver -- the man Terra was supposed to be keeping track of.

Hell, there was Lt. Snorrasan. With Terra. Snorkleface? With a woman ? Terra, even? So not an image Amanda wanted in her head. But at least if Snorrasan was with her, he must have the situation with the truck driver under control.

“Hey. Where’d you wander off to?”

Amanda glanced up at Jamie’s handsome face, her doubts evaporating. He looked at her with such love and lust it took her breath away.

Wolves howled at the moon shining through large skylights, the sound chilling. Amanda shivered, nervous all over again. Fortunately, Jamie didn’t give her a chance to linger on her fears.

With a harsh growl, he pulled her against him, fusing his mouth to hers.

Her back hit the wall with a thud, and she realized Jamie was shielding her as much as he could while still claiming her.

Knowing this had to be done, that it was important to him that the pack recognized their union -- and that no other male could seek to take her from Jamie, that no other female would be able to sink her claws into her man -- she lost herself in his kiss, in his touch.

His tongue snaked into her mouth, coaxing hers to respond in kind.

Like she needed encouragement. God, she loved kissing him!

She loved the taste and feel of his mouth on hers, the way he mastered her so effortlessly with the simple touch of his lips and tongue.

She was so absorbed in that torrid kiss, Amanda barely noticed he’d ripped the clothing from her body.

What was a girl to do? She returned the favor, raking her claws over the material of his uniform from top to bottom.

The cloth fell away like shredded silk, leaving only pink, hair-roughened skin for her to score with her claws.

Which she did. Eagerly. Not that he seemed to mind.

If anything, his cock jumped even more. She slid her hand between them to rake over his balls and up his shaft.

Jamie howled, his excitement obviously growing with every second.

As was hers. He was right. She could have given two shits about the audience.

All that mattered was this wonderful man, the man she loved above all else.

Corny? Maybe. But this whole thing only made her realize how much he mattered to her.

It mattered that the pack knew Jamie and Amanda belonged to one another.

It mattered that they would forever be bound by this one event.

Amanda arched against him, offering her body for his greedy mouth and hands.

He didn’t disappoint, latching on to one hard nipple, flicking it with his tongue.

The sensations drowned out everything around her.

She loved his touch so damned much! In that moment, nothing else mattered but sating his hunger as well as her own.

Then, Jamie was on his knees, his wicked tongue doing things with her clit that drove her wild. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her as he lapped and sucked at her. The pleasure was intense. He took her higher and higher but never let her fall over that enormous cliff.

“Enough!” Her voice was hoarse with need as she pulled him up by his hair.

Jamie didn’t resist, but shifted into his half-wolf form as he turned her to face the wall.

Instinct took over and Amanda shifted as well.

Some vestige of sanity in her mind told her this was the way for the pack to see them as equals.

Neither would be dominant over the other in the eyes of the pack.

With one swift, hard stroke, Jamie entered her, filling her deliciously.

He didn’t give her time to adjust -- not that she wanted him to -- but began a hard, driving rhythm that sent her heart racing and her womb throbbing.

The force of their union drove her against the wall.

Only her enhanced wolf strength kept her from banging her body hard.

Amanda used her strength to meet him thrust for thrust, backing herself into his body.

His hands clutched her hips, claws digging into the tough hide beneath the fur of her battle wolf.

The slight pain only fueled her pleasure, making her orgasm grow nearer every second.

Wanting the ecstasy to last as long as possible, Amanda held off with all her might, fighting completion and the end to such intense passion.

“Come for me, my beautiful wolf. My mate,” Jamie’s guttural voice growled in her ear. “Come for me now!”

There was no way she could resist. No way to deny him what he wanted as much as she did.

As if a switch had been flipped, Amanda’s body convulsed in orgasm, waves of pleasure pulsing through her, setting her insides on fire with the sweetest flame.

Her cunt convulsed around Jamie, milking his seed from him the same as he’d commanded her to come.

The pulsing in his cock seated so deeply inside her signaled his release before the wash of hot seed did.

Amanda howled in satisfaction as loudly as Jamie did.

The pleasure seemed to go on and on in a never-ending wave of gratification.

She was almost afraid she’d pass out, but her battle wolf stood her in good stead, helping her keep her footing -- and her consciousness.

Jamie gripped her hips, holding her to him as he shifted into his human form, his forehead resting against her back.

She was surprised to find she’d also shifted back to human form.

When she became aware of her surroundings again, Amanda caught sight of the couples around them.

Jarod and Belle had joined in the pack mating, as had Butch Carson and his mate Regan.

Amanda was surprised she recognized them all, even those in full wolf form.

She couldn’t see Terra, but her old partner knew how to take care of herself -- always had.

Terra was adventurous, and dedicated to the cause, but the Russian wolf wouldn’t get anything she didn’t want him to have.

The sight of her fellow officers and pack members claiming and being claimed brought her to orgasm again, her body convulsing over the thick bulge that was Jamie’s swollen, knotted cock.

God, how she loved the feel of that heavy weight within her, tying them together for a pleasure almost past the limit of her endurance.

Tomorrow, the human world would come crashing in on them again, but for tonight, there was her man, her wolf, her pack -- everything she needed.

Then Jamie recovered enough to chase even that thought away…

* * *

Everyone was here. All the key players. Colonel Roberts, Lt. Commander Snorrasan, Agent Miller, Lt. Carson and his mate Regan, and Callahan’s own mate, Amanda Black. And one of them was a traitor. Callahan was sure of it. And he was pretty sure he knew who.

Showing more restraint than usual, Jamie waited until the door was closed and everyone had taken their seats to turn on Miller.

“So tell me, Agent Miller. Exactly how does the FBI not know that not all wolves are created equal in the eyes of the old world packs? Or did you just throw Jarod and Belle out for bait and hope they landed on their feet?”

Miller raised one eyebrow fractionally. “This might surprise you, Officer Callahan, but we generally try not to get our undercover operatives killed. It’s wasteful.

And expensive.” He glanced down at his tablet, flicking the screen with one finger.

“And from what we’ve got here, it looks like Jarod’s doing fine, despite his lack of Old World blood.

I realize you’d have volunteered to take the assignment yourself, given the chance, but I really don’t see how that would have helped.

You may have been born a wolf, but you were born in this world.

To the Russians, you’re just as much a mongrel as Jarod is. And unlike you, Jarod speaks Russian.”

Butch Carson snorted. “You know they don’t consider themselves Russians? Jarod says they’re from Chechnya.”

“You’re kidding. Right?” Regan raised an eyebrow at her partner and mate. “You do know Chechnya was part of the Soviet Union, right? That makes them Russians.”

“Chechnya is a Soviet Republic. That does not make them Russians. Chechens would kick you in the nuts for saying that. It’s like saying Scots are English,” Butch argued.

Agent Miller ignored the byplay. “Bottom line is, the weapons they’re selling are from the former Soviet Union, and they’re illegal. With this shipment we’ve got enough to take them down.”

“No,” Regan argued. “We’ve got to see the bigger picture here. You may get this pack that way, but that’s all you’ll get, and you said there are more. They’re spread out all over the country.”

“That may be, but these weapons are coming in through our port,” Amanda pointed out. “They’ve got to be. They’re using our terminal as their main distribution point. That’s why time and again we’ve run into them.”

“That’s why Smith and Reginald are dead,” Carson added.

“In all the bloodshed, only two officers have died, and they were both our lieutenants. We thought the Russians -- sorry, Chechens -- were going after the bait cops, Black and White. But I think we were wrong. Our guys had to have been targeted. I’ve been going over their notes.

They were working on the theory that this was all tied together, tied to the inland port distribution routes.

Makes sense. The warehouse district around the airport will rent to anyone who’s got the money, and they don’t all require long-term leases. We get too close? They move on.”

“But it looks like Smith and Reginald had spotted a pattern,” Reagan continued.

“And their notes correspond with what Jarod was saying last night. Every warehouse location, every truck route -- it all leads back to the port. And that means somehow they’re getting their goods past the Port Authority. ”

“Shit, Memphis International’s one of the busiest airports in the world.

FedEx and UPS both fly out of here, and so do most of the smaller carriers.

More than four million tons of cargo moves through Memphis International every year.

Hong Kong’s the only airport in the world that moves more cargo.

There’s no way in hell the Feds inspect all that. ”

“Which is why initially we thought we were dealing with human trafficking,” Snorrasan pointed out.

“There’s no way to inspect all the containers coming in, though Homeland Security spends an outrageous budget trying to look like they do.

We knew the Russians would bring the pack over.

Thanks to your work, now we know they’re bringing over surplus Cold War munitions as well. ”

Callahan exchanged a look with Amanda.

“What?” Snorrasan demanded.

“Nothing, sir.”

“That wasn’t a ‘nothing.’ I’ve been Pack Second for nearly thirty years. I can almost smell you thinking.”

Amanda smiled at that, though there was no real pleasure on her face. “You said munitions. We’ve been talking about arms all along, sir, but you just said munitions.”

“Yes. You just spent several thousand dollars of Agent Miller’s money on enough munitions to hold siege warfare for a year, so…”

“So, we’ve been looking at rifles and assault weapons.

But when you said munitions, somehow I got a bad feeling.

Something Jarod said. We were never really alone, so we didn’t get much of a chance to talk, but he did throw a sales pitch at us.

Said when we were ready to get back to him -- something about ‘More bang for your buck.’ Sir, I think he was trying to get a message to you. I just didn’t see it ‘til now.”

“Son of a bitch.” Snorrasan’s face actually paled. “No way. No fucking way they can offer that.”

Callahan slammed his notes shut. “That’s what Jarod was trying to tell us. That’s why he and Belle stayed under. They aren’t just moving AKs and ammo. They’ve got a fucking nuke.”

Miller’s face went white. “Hell, they’ve got the whole Soviet Cold War arsenal at their disposal. Why stop at one?”