Randall Meechum's POV
Sulphur River Pack
I groaned as I woke up, looking at the clock next to my bed. Two-twenty. My movement caused my mate to shift in my arms, her leg coming up and bumping into my morning wood. I groaned again as she moved her hand down to it. "Morning love, or should I say good afternoon."
"It is," she said. "I love waking up this way."
"In my arms?"
She grinned as she looked up at me from where her head was resting on my chest. "Horny and you're already hard," she said. She moved over me, kissing my chest and moving up my body. Her nether lips were rapidly moistening as they rubbed over my length. My hands ran down her sides, grabbing her hips and moving her back and forth as I became even harder. "I need you," she said as he reached down and grabbed my shaft, aligning it with her opening and sinking back down. "Oh fuck that's good," she said as she bottomed out.
She was hot and tight, and I tried to focus on her instead of the velvet glove around my cock. She started to rock back and forth as she put her hands on my chest. I moved my hands up to her perky breasts, leaning forward to suck on a nipple. Neither of us were going to hold out as she started moving faster. The sound of her hips smacking down on mine filled the room, each thrust pushing me deep inside her until I couldn't hold back. "I'm cumming, love," I said as I let go.
"FUCK!!" She felt the first of my cum hit her deep inside and dropped down, her own orgasm squeezing me as she threw her head back and screamed. I grabbed her ass, holding her down on me until I had filled her completely. She collapsed back on my chest, enjoying the feeling over the mate bond. "I love you," she said.
I hugged her tight. "I love you too, Talia." We enjoyed the moment, which was over as soon as I came out and our legs were covered with goo. She rolled off the bed, pulling me to my feet and leading me to the shower.
We were enjoying the cleanup when my Dad sent to me. "
Talia, Randall, we need to talk with you guys. We're down in the safe room with your vampire friends. You missed breakfast and lunch but there's food down here."
"
We'll be there in fifteen minutes,"
I replied. "Come on, duty calls." We quickly finished and dried off before getting dressed. We were there in fourteen, hand in hand. Mom and Dad were sitting at a long table, along with all four of the vampires and Erica. Bobby and Tania came in just behind me. "What's going on?"
"While you have been changing, they've been busy working on the leads for the slave trade. We need to make some decisions soon," Dad said.
"We have three major targets," Jarrod said as he walked up to the walls where bulletin boards were hanging, filled with photos and other documents. "The first is the slave training facility where Tania was taken after Beta Jack sold her to Joey 'Bag of Donuts' Venucci. Tania didn't recognize him, so we don't know if Joey just transferred her or if the Chicago Mafia is running it."
"Either way, Donuts is going to have a bunch of holes in him," I said. "With the organized crime links, it probably would be best for me to bring in the FBI on this one. I'm sure they have a lot more on him and his group than I do."
"Which brings us to the facility. You were there for weeks, weren't you?"
"Yes, up until the auction," Tania said. "They never used their full names. Crystal was the only one who worked with me directly, I don't know her last name. The others were in the background."
"Do you think you can remember faces, with enough detail for a sketch," Patty asked. "We have a good artist in our Pack, and now that your wolf is back, you should be able to send images to her over the link."
"I think so," she said. "I can try."
"Good. We can use facial recognition to search the FBI databases, right Randall?" I nodded. "After that is the island. You can't hide an operation that big," Jarrod said.
"I think we know where that is, we just haven't been able to gather evidence to shut it down," I said. "They are on an island under Colombian jurisdiction, controlled by the drug lords. Private landing strip, connecting from other islands so no US jurisdiction. Invitation only."
Patty moved over and knelt by Tania, holding her hand. "I hate to make you relive those days, Tania, but we're going to need help here. There's no getting on that island without an invitation, and operations like this are done by referral. I need the same things; names and faces of the staff you can remember, and anything you remember for names of customers."
Jarrod nodded. "If we can track down the customers, we can use them to wrangle an invite."
"What good will that do," Tania said. "There's dozens of people there."
"You'd be surprised what Talia and I will be able to do with a few of our buddies," I said. "We don't care if they search our luggage because we bring our own weapons. They'll be dead and buried before morning comes."
"Good," Tania said. "What about giving a statement to the FBI?"
I looked at my father. "Randall, you and Talia are returning to your apartment tonight. In the morning, go back to work. Bobby, you call him when you guys are done here and set up a time to come to his work."
"Is she going alone?"
Dad shook his head. "No, Talia is her sister, she will bring her in. The story will be that Tania ran off after the shooting, and you didn't see anything, and you were scared. You ran until you were able to call your sister, and she came and picked you up. You've been in rehab under the care of Doctor Anders in New Orleans, and you are now well enough to give a statement. We will practice with you so you can say as much truth as possible while still protecting the Packs and the Coven."
"I think I have a better idea," I said. "Dad, is Lou Walls still a lawyer in town?" Dad nodded, he was an older wolf in our Pack and often worked Pack matters. "Let's bring him in, he can be the counsel for Tania. She's willing to talk, but she is worried about being arrested. Have him call my office late this afternoon and ask for me. When you are told I'm not available, ask to speak to my supervisor. Tell her you are willing to make a statement and answer questions on the Fort Worth killings and your time as a sex slave. In return, you want immunity from prosecution."
"She was a victim, son," Dad said. "They aren't going to arrest her."