Aztec Treasure

Maria Meztli’s POV

Arrowhead Pack House

We kept the cable news on while Lance and I set up our new rooms in Roadkill and Possum’s basement. The wall-to-wall coverage of arrests in the attack on Air Force One was long on speculation and short on facts. The Attorney General’s office wasn’t talking, but the stories kept coming. The CIA Headquarters at Langley looked like an FBI convention; news helicopters showed dozens of vehicles out front. Occasionally, the cameras would catch a man or woman in handcuffs as agents took them to the waiting transport van. Meanwhile, boxes of evidence and stacks of computers came out on carts before agents loaded them into the waiting cargo trucks.

It wasn’t just the CIA headquarters. Reporters at the Pentagon caught video of FBI agents leading the head of the Defense Intelligence Agency out in handcuffs. Unconfirmed reports spoke of high-level arrests at the Justice Department, Customs and Border Patrol, and the Internal Revenue Service. “CONSPIRACY TO KILL THE PRESIDENT,” the crawl read on the bottom of the screen.

Lance had just set down the box of shoes in our closet when Alpha Rori linked to us. “Change of plans. We need you two to stay away from Arrowhead for a few days. Somewhere remote.”

“What about Maritza?”

“Bring her along. One of the nannies can help with her.”

I looked over towards the television. “Does this sudden trip have anything to do with what we see on television?”

It was Chase this time. “There might be blowback on the Pack, and we don’t want you around if that happens. Pick three or four people to go with you.”

“And we can go anywhere, just away from Arrowhead?”

“You got it. Stay safe, use reloadable debit cards or cash, and keep your phones off except in emergencies. I’ll contact your escort when it is safe to return.”

“Understood, Alphas. I’ll keep Maria safe,” Lance promised. The Alphas ended the conversation, and he looked at me and shook his head. “Road trip?”

Perfect. “Great. We’re taking the Harleys; if some of our escorts can ride, so much the better. We’ll take a minivan as a support vehicle and for Maritza. I want to ride part of the Lake Superior tour and check out potential stops and overnights along the way.”

I could tell he was thinking. “It’s not a good idea to go into Canada right now.”

“Backwards. We’ll take the southern part through Wisconsin and Michigan.”

It took him a minute to noodle on it. Country highways, lots of scenery, and romantic bed and breakfasts? He smiled. “That works. Start packing while I find some volunteers.”

“Start upstairs,” I told him. “Seriously, Lance. Possum and Roadkill would kill me if I left them behind on a trip like this.”

We ended up with four more people by the time we rolled out of Arrowhead three hours later. Alpha Chase wanted at least two warriors with us, so Meghan Nichols was riding on the back of Tom’s Road King. Brenda was along as the nanny to help with Maritza. I was shocked that the van drivers were Betas Rick and Teri. Our computer cases and luggage went into the minivan, filling the back. We’d all packed for a week away. “Why are you two going,” I asked as they started the van.

“Alpha’s orders,” Rick replied.

“And I’m coming into my fertile time. I’m hoping Strange Bed Syndrome works,” Meghan added.

I got an idea of how bad things were getting when I saw Rori and her twins leaving for Oxbow Lakes with her nanny and their guard. As we drove around the one-way road between Pack House and the homes, I could see the cars and vans driving away from Spider Monkey’s house. “Frank Grimes is moving his shadow task force to an office building in Two Harbors, with the people moving into hotel rooms,” Lance sent to me.

“Where are Spider and Vic? I haven’t seen them for a few days.”

“They had to go deep underground, Maria. They did a brave thing for us, and now she has a target on her back.”

“That’s why Rick and Teri are along? The hacking?”

“I don’t get told everything, baby. They aren’t coming back, not for a long time, if ever.”

I started getting emotional; I hadn’t known the Beta pair long, but they were good to me, and I counted her as a friend. “Are they going to be all right?”

“They have our Pack, the Council, and the Steel Ladies in their corner. That should be enough to keep them safe from the Cartel.”

I had to blink my eyes to clear the tears. I thought about it as we drove out of the Pack grounds. I’d hidden for months on my own, and it was a challenge. Vic and Spider Monkey had hidden as well, after hacking the Sons. The difference was that Vic and Spidey had money and resources that I didn’t have. They had friends who would take them in, more money than they could spend, and Spidey could cover their tracks.

The four motorcycles stayed in line, me in the three-spot, as we headed east. It was a beautiful spring day, and I had my jacket zipped down for now over my thermal undershirt and long-sleeved flannel. It would get a lot colder once we reached the lake.

We were almost to Highway 61 south of Two Harbors when I noticed the line of black SUV’s coming our way at high speed. Six of them, followed by an FBI SWAT van and a panel truck. “You see those guys?”

“Teri is already on the phone to the security center,” Rick sent back. “Frank said this might happen. It’s why the Alphas wanted us out. We didn’t expect it this quickly, though.”

“Are they after Spider Monkey?”

“Yes,” Rick confirmed. “Don’t worry. They won’t find anything.”

I prayed to Tezcatlipoca that would be the case.

We turned towards Duluth and accelerated to speed; I took a spot next to Lance in the lane, figuring I could work on my riding skills. I loved how I had a “party line” with the whole group; it was a lot of fun talking about things while the wind whipped past. Teri wanted to know where we were going after we got to Duluth, which was way early to stop for the day.

“When I was going over the recommended tour with Spidey, we didn’t know if the Apostle Islands were worth the extra riding time. They are only two and a half hours from Arrowhead, so maybe people would want to ride home instead? Or do it as a day trip another time? We’d have to stay nearby to catch the boat tours in the morning.”

“Are we in any hurry to get anywhere?”

“I guess not. Can you get us tour reservations and hotel rooms?”

“I’ll take care of it.”

It was a fun afternoon ride, and we got to the Legendary Waters Resort and Casino late in the afternoon. After checking in, we ate dinner in the Sports Bar before getting our suits and heading for the pool area. Maritza had fun, but it was boring after spending time in Arrowhead’s pool, and she didn’t like wearing a suit. When she wore out, Brenda took her upstairs while the rest of us hit the hot tub. The spa extended outside onto the patio, so we ended up there watching the sun go down.

We had a two-room suite, and Brenda and Maritza were already asleep when we got back. Lance dried me gently during the shower before carrying me out and tossing me onto the bed. I squealed as he jumped on top of me, his hands holding my wrists above his head. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed, moaning in pleasure as his attentions moved south of my tracking necklace. He teased my nipples and breasts until I begged him to take me. “I like making you squirm,” he replied. He kissed his way down my stomach, making me laugh as he licked my belly button. He put my legs over his shoulder but held my hips down as I tried to raise my needy sex to his lips. “Patience.”

He started kissing my thighs and blowing air over my labia as I desperately tried to get some tongue action. I put my hands on his head, forcing him down, and moaned as my kitty finally got its attention. “Oh yeah,” I said as he licked me from bottom to top.

He froze. “Don’t stop, PLEASE,” I begged.

He took a sniff, then buried his nose into me and sniffed again. “How long has it been since your heat?”

“Two weeks. I was going to take a test in the morning,” I replied.

He just smiled and went back to work. It wasn’t long before the waves of pleasure crashed over me. He moved up to kiss me, muffling my scream as he slid his length into me in one pussy-stretching thrust. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, moving up to meet him with each thrust. After a few minutes of this, he rolled us over so I could ride him. I liked this position, as he could play with my tits while I bounced on his big dick. I came again after a few minutes of this, but he wasn’t done with me yet. He pulled me onto my hands and knees then stuffed it into me from behind. I felt his knot forming, stretching my insides like a fist. It felt incredible as he kept pounding me with short, fast strokes. The aftershocks of the last orgasm didn’t have a chance to go away before the next one crashed down on me. “LANCE!”

He pushed deep against my clenching sex, holding me in place as he went over with me. I came so hard I couldn’t stay up, my chest and face dropping to the bed. When Lance finished firing, he guided me down until we were on our sides, both of us catching our breath. “I love you, Mama.”

“I love you too, Lance.” I thought he was talking about Maritza, but his hand kept rubbing my belly. “What did you smell?”

“I think your heat took, but you can confirm it in the morning.”

I fell asleep eventually, and as soon as I woke up, I ran to the bathroom and took the test. I distracted myself by brushing my teeth and doing my hair, but I kept glancing down. When my phone dinged, I looked for the plus sign.

It was faint, but it was there. According to the instructions, this was a positive test. Stunned, I took it in my hand and walked back out to the bed. “Lance?”

He looked at my shocked face, then down at the test. “We’re having a baby, aren’t we?”

I could only nod. My mate pulled me into the bed, wrapping me into his arms and kissing me deeply. “I guess we better get married soon,” he said with a smile as he leaned back.

“I don’t see a ring on this finger,” I challenged.

“Details. I’ve got my mating scar on your neck.”

We got dressed, and I looked up at Lance as we got to the door. “I don’t want to tell anyone yet. It’s still too early, and Doc hasn’t confirmed it.”

“I won’t say a thing,” he promised. We ate a big breakfast and headed down the road to the tour boat operator in Bayfield. We stayed inside for the tour due to the cold winds and spray, but we had to get out to see things a few times. The boat tour was a lot of fun. “What do you think? Add this to the tour or skip,” I asked the group as we returned to our motorcycles.

“I’d do it, but it’s a good optional activity,” Possum said. “Since it is a day trip, if the weather has you behind schedule, you can always do it another time.”

It was a good plan. We rode out of the parking lot for our next adventure.