Orlando, Florida
Donna stirred from her sleep, her face tucked in to her husband's shoulder as his chest rose and fell. She was sore, satisfied, hung over and tired in some order she would figure out later. They had been back home for a few days, as Roadkill had to get back to running his company and she had shifts at the hospital.
Their honeymoon wasn't what they expected, not with all the drama with Rori. She smiled as she thought back to how much things had changed in the last two weeks. Her daughter was finally happy, she could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice. She wasn't an unwanted crazy person that couldn't be trusted, she was a strong werewolf who now had a Pack of her own. So many things in her life made sense now.
She let her hand drift down his graying chest hair and over his stomach. It wasn't flat, but it wasn't flabby either; it was the kind of body you got from hard work and harder partying. Last night's blowout at the Club had been epic, and Three Tequila had shown her that her tolerance had improved quite a bit since she was young. The combination of fried food, beer and shots caught up with her, and she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.
She felt her hair being gathered back as she finished, flushing it and rocking back on her knees. Roadkill handed her a cup of water, and she rinsed her mouth out before spitting it in the toilet. "You all right," he asked.
"I feel like I'm too old to drink like that," she said. "God, why did I do shots?"
"Because all the Ladies were doing them." He helped her to her feet and handed her a large glass of water and two Advil. "Chug this and then brush your teeth, I'm taking a shower."
She finished up, then joined him in the shower. "How are you feeling?"
"All right. I'm a little more used to this life than you are. If you alternate shots with a glass of water, you'll do better. More breads, less grease helps too."
"Those onion rings the Prospect makes are fantastic, though." She helped him with his back, then he turned around and helped her. The mutual aid had predictable consequences for the newly married man, and his thick cock was soon poking her in the back. "Didn't you get enough last night," she asked.
"Like a man could ever get enough of you," he said as he pulled her back into his chest. "I know you aren't up for anything, though."
"I can help you with your little problem," she said.
"Don't ever call that little," he teased. She moved him so his back was blocking the spray, then got the Ivory Soap bar from the holder. Using her hands, she coated his shaft with soap and started to jack him slowly.
"Shit that feels good, babe," he said. She was using both her hands with a light touch, moving up and down but also rotating her hands. Possum made sure she was keeping her hands good and soapy as she moved quicker, especially as she started to focus attention on his sensitive head. "Oh god..." His legs started shaking as she used her left hand, squeezing his shaft firmly as it jacked up and down, while her right palm was twisting back and forth on the head. He let out a loud moan as his hips bucked forward and he started to shoot his cum onto her stomach. "Fuck, woman," he said as he finished. "That was intense."
"You like it?"
"I loved it, but my dick is still tingling and sensitive. I don't think we can do this all the time." He kissed her deeply, then got out so she could do her hair. By the time she was done, he was already ready for work. Trucking companies didn't do suits, he wore jeans and a company logo polo shirt. "I'll be home about seven," he told her. "Want me to pick something up?"
"No, I'll make something." Donna was starting a night run at the hospital, so she was going to get some stuff done in the morning and nap in the afternoon. After a shared dinner, she had to leave for work about ten. "Love you."
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, leaving no doubt whose woman she was. "I love you, Donna." He walked out to the garage, opening it and starting his motorcycle. She got dressed and started cleaning up the bedroom again. Her stomach still wasn't settled, and she thought about what she might be able to eat as she headed for the kitchen.
She heard the door open to the garage, wondering why she didn't hear his motorcycle. "Baby, did you forget something," she called out as she walked towards the room.
She saw the open door, no one was there. She didn't have a chance to say anything before arms were around her neck in a chokehold. She struggled, she kicked, but the blackness came and she fell limp in his arms.
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Rori was cleared by the Pack Doctor to shower in the late afternoon, and it felt amazing. Chase helped her with things, the skin had healed enough but the muscles and tissues were still healing, and she couldn't stretch much. "This having you help me shower is becoming a trend," she teased as he got into the shower at the Pack clinic behind her.
"Well, quit being a chew toy or a scratching post and I won't need to," he teased. She moaned in pleasure as the warm water ran down her body. He did her hair for her, rinsing the shampoo and putting in conditioner before he clipped it up out of the way. He used a sponge to gently clean her body, taking his time. He couldn't resist a nip or suck here and there as he went, and his arousal was obvious. "If you were healed, I'd be taking you so hard right now you wouldn't be able to walk out of here," he teased as he kissed her.
"If I was healed, I'd be begging for more," she told him. "I'm not quite there yet."
"I know." He rinsed out the conditioner and quickly cleaned himself, then turned off the water. He grabbed a towel, drying her hair before gently drying her back and the rest of her body. She stepped onto a towel outside the shower while he dried off, then he had her lean up against the vanity so he could dry her hair. When he turned it off, her phone was ringing. "Wait here, I'll get it," he said. He dashed out of the room and grabbed her phone from the table next to the hospital bed. Pressing her unlock code, he answered. "Roadkill? Hey, Rori's in the bathroom."
"Chase, I need to talk to her right now, it's important."
"No problem, here she is."
Chase handed her the phone and as soon as she said hello, he started to talk rapidly. "Rori, something's wrong. I came home, Donna wasn't here but all her stuff was. Her car is still in the garage, her purse, phone, everything is here but she isn't. Have you heard from her?"
"Not since last night, she facetimed me to check in before your party," Rori said. Chase could feel her worry over the bond.
"I've called Mongo and Three Tequila, they're putting the word out to everyone, but no one has seen her today. The house was open when I got home."
"Any blood? Signs of a struggle?"
"Not that I saw." He was close to breaking down. "She was happy, she has work tonight, she wouldn't just LEAVE without a call or a note. I had to call and ask, because the only people who wanted her dead were your kind."
"Those men are gone, I took care of all that," she said. "Once I came forward and met with the new council, it didn't take long. There is precedent in our laws that Chase was not aware of. Sawyer helped us with the legal aspects. There is a Pack Affiliate designation that can be given to a human who has proven loyal to the Pack and knows of their nature. The Alpha must designate them to the Council and is responsible for them, and they have to swear not to reveal our nature. The lawyer handling our estate was given this status thirty years ago, and he was the last one in North America to receive it. Chase and I did that for both of you, and your status was approved by the new Council. You and Mom are in no danger from us. In fact, you're considered Pack, so we protect you as much as we do our own."
"God, Rori, I don't know what to do."
"Trust the Club and keep your phone close, we're coming," she said as she stared at Chase with a 'don't even try to tell me no' look. "I love you, Dad. We'll find her." She hung up the phone and walked back into the hospital room. "Help me get dressed, we need to talk to the Council NOW."