Claiming Treasure

Colletta Grimes’ POV

Watergate Hotel, Washington, DC

The President had asked that we remain in town, so we had extended our stay and slept in late this morning. I’d woken before Frank did, the narrow shaft of light from the curtains hitting my eyes on the king-sized bed. I reached over and grabbed my phone; it was after ten, and we had no plans before this afternoon.

I was on my right side, my mate spooning me from behind with his big cock resting between my butt cheeks. I moved Frank’s arm off my belly and set it behind me, rolling off the bed before his wandering hand could grab me again. Ever since we started sleeping together, he’d been unable to fall asleep unless he was touching my tits or ass. Now that I was pregnant, his hand had to cover my belly, or he held me so my stomach was against him. It was like his wolf needed the skin contact to calm himself.

My wolf liked it too.

I hurried off into the bathroom, taking care of my morning business before going back into the room. Frank was still asleep, but Little Frank was wide awake. He’d rolled onto his back, his big cock tenting the sheet rather obviously.

I was still feeling the pleasant soreness from last night, but I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. Sliding under the thin sheet, I made my way to him and kissed the tip of his morning woody. It twitched, and he moaned as I grabbed the base and took the head into my mouth. “Colletta,” he whispered as I took him into my throat. “Jesus, baby.”

He tossed the sheet aside, and I moved around until I was between his legs. I smiled as I swirled my tongue around the broad, spongy head before taking him deep. He was fisting the sheets as I worked him, his cock so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it. “Oh my GOD,” he said as I did the trick with my tongue licking out at his ball sack while I swallowed around his shaft.

I popped back off. “A hundred and fifty years of experience with blowjobs, and you’re the beneficiary,” I said. I used every trick I had, and it didn’t take long before Frank was holding my head as he unloaded into my waiting mouth. I swallowed quickly, then licked the rest off before I sat up with a smile. “Delicious.”

“You’re amazing,” he said as he pulled me up next to him.

“Ugh, dragon breath,” I said as he tried to kiss me.

“I’ll be right back,” he said as he rolled out of bed. He closed the door to the bathroom as I lay with the light near my head. It was annoying, so I got up and went to the window. Pushing the heavy drapes aside, I left the shear material in place to let in some light. Below me, Washington was a bustling place. The Federal Government had double-digit growth under recent administrations, and the DC area was the fastest-growing and highest-income area as a result.

I was still looking out the window when the door opened behind me. “You’re so beautiful,” Frank said. “Don’t move.”

I kept looking out the window as I felt him approaching, my wolf excited about the dominance he was showing. I expected him to grab me, but instead, he lightly touched my shoulders with the tips of his fingers. Pleasurable tingles moved down my back, following his fingers as they traced down my spine. “That feels so good,” I whispered.

“Lean forward until your forehead is on the window, and grab the windowsill. I want you to watch those people as I take you,” he said as his fingers traced softly along my ass. “None of the men are as lucky as me, and none of the women as loved as you.”

The window was cool to my skin, but I did what he said. Goosebumps broke out as his fingers moved down my thighs, and I yelped when I felt his tongue flick my wet lips. “Frank….”

His hands moved around my legs, holding me still as his mouth probed my sex. He took his time, playing me like a fiddle as I squirmed on his talented tongue. A few times I forgot my instructions, and moved my head off the window; he’d spank my ass and tell me to get back into position. It was wild; Frank was eating the hell out of me in the center of a big city, with hundreds of oblivious people passing below.

I came once, and his fingers and tongue pushed me to another much larger orgasm. I screamed my release into the window, sure that people would hear and look up to see me. No one did, though. I moaned in pleasure as Frank stood up and plunged his length into me in one stroke, stretching me so good. “Fuck me, Frank. Please, fuck me hard.”

He reached over me, pulling the drapes aside so our nudity was exposed to anyone who might be looking. His hands dropped to my shoulders and held them as he pulled me off the window and back onto him. “Hold on to the window, baby,” he said.

I’d asked for hard, and he delivered. His hips pounded into my ass, his long cock plunging my depths as I came again and again on it. The room filled with the sounds of our sex; the slap of skin, the squelch of my wet pussy getting plundered, and the moans and cries out my mouth. I was having trouble staying upright as the pleasure was so intense. “Cum for me, Frank. Fill me up. I’m so close.”

He moved even faster, and I was building for the highest crest yet. He moved his hands down from my shoulders to my tits, his fingers grabbing and pinching my nipples hard, and that set me off. “FRANK,” I said as I clamped down on him like a vise.

“MY COLLETTA,” he said as his balls started to empty themselves deep inside me. I felt my legs collapse, and I couldn’t see straight. I barely knew what was happening as he pulled me to his chest, his cock still buried deep inside me. When I gathered myself, I was back in bed as he held me close. His softening member slid out, followed by a gush of fluids that soaked my legs and the sheets. “I’ve got you, baby.”

“I didn’t know it could be this good,” I said as I turned back to kiss him. “You’re amazing.”

“And you’re not bad for an antique,” he said.

I smacked his arm as he laughed. “Well, you’re not bad for a boy-toy.” We rested for a few more minutes, then he went and filled the jacuzzi tub while I peeled myself from the sheets. I smiled as I thought about how my life had changed; I’d loved my first mate, but he was not the man that Frank was. My hand drifted over my stomach as I walked into the bathroom, thinking about the life growing inside me.

An hour and another round of lovemaking later, we finally dressed and came downstairs for brunch at the hotel restaurant. The place was full of the power elite of Washington, DC; power suits and designer dresses filled the place. Surrounded by dozens of high-powered lobbyists, lawyers, and business leaders, I wasn’t intimidated. I knew we were more than them. They thought they had power and authority, but none would ever have the power of an Alpha.

I thought our plans were going rather well; the President and her advisors were beginning to understand that our differences did not represent a threat. The hostility from the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and the CIA were receding as the reports from the people imbedded in our Packs came in. Some of them were visiting Packs today, and we had a scheduled meeting with the National Security Council again tonight.

We had FBI in Arrowhead, Department of Defense in Monongahela, Secret Service in Cascade, CIA in Adirondack, and Homeland Security in Donner. I’d been getting text messages from the Alphas, updating me on progress, and things were going well. I looked across my brunch plate, heavy on bacon and pancakes, at my mate. We used the mind link in case we were under surveillance. “Do you think total transparency was the right call?”

“I don’t think we had a choice, love. They would have found us all anyway. The information the Sons of Tezcatlipoca Task Force uncovered on Rori before it shut down was pretty complete. It wouldn’t have taken much longer to identify us all.”

We couldn’t compete with the Government when it came to intelligence gathering and use of force. If they decided to wipe us out, they could. If they stoked a panic, we’d have nowhere to turn. “What do you think it would take to reach an agreement with them?”

He picked at his omelet. “There’s two, no three, kind of people in the room. The first are those who are curious but will want to live in peace with us. The second is those that fear us and what we can do, and will never accept us being free. The third is those who will see an opportunity for power, and seek to use what we have to serve their own ends.”

“Like the Director of National Intelligence,” I replied. “Werewolves would be the ultimate spies.”

“The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs wants to turn us into an elite Special Forces unit under his command. He’s read the reports and knows who among us is currently serving. Word is they are being pulled from their units, going Luna knows where.” I showed some panic. “I don’t think they will be hurt; the wolves are too valuable to them. I think the military wants to see what they can do when they aren’t held back by the humans in their units.”

“Our people didn’t join the military for that,” I said. “And I get the feeling the Chairman doesn’t see us as fully human, so I doubt he’d care as much about casualties.”

“Segregating us from humans will make it harder for us to be accepted,” Frank replied. “It’s going to be hard to convince humans to trust us when the military’s first reaction is to pull them and put them in a cage.”

I heard some shouts from the bar area, and looking up at the television behind it, my jaw fell. “HOSTAGE STANDOFF IN MINNESOTA,” the title bar said. On the screen, Fox News was showing the feed from their local affiliate in Duluth.

“That’s Arrowhead,” I said as I got up from the table.

“Jack Coffey,” Frank said as he walked with me. Frank and I joined the group of people watching the live coverage; Coffey had a sawed-off shotgun attached to the woman’s neck, and I could see the Arrowhead Pack approaching from their driveway. My phone was blowing up with messages as I watched Rori negotiate with a madman.

“She can’t shift,” I said as I looked on in horror.

Then she ordered her Pack to do just that. The news crews didn’t know what was coming, and the strip and shift went over the airways live. I heard screams from some of the people in the bar as the fifty people became fifty wolves, and then the picture jerked as a shot rang out. I watched as the hostage escaped from Jack as the sniper took him out, and the wolves returned to human form. All except one rust-colored wolf in front. “We have to go NOW,” I said.

“Emergency Council meeting, call for it,” Frank said as he escorted me out past the shocked customers.

I sent a group text out as we rode up in the elevator.

Arrowhead didn’t make the call, but we didn’t need them. Sawyer made a motion to vote on the new Council members immediately, making the case that we needed our leadership decided to deal with the crisis. Doc was easily elected, but there was more debate about my candidacy for Chairman. In the end, the traditionalists lost out, and I was elected to serve out the remainder of Jack Coffey’s term. In two years, the European Council would take the lead and put forth their own man.

Or woman. Now that we’d shattered the traditional paths, who knows what might happen?

I had just closed the videoconference when the room phone rang. “Mrs. Grimes,” the hotel operator asked.

“Yes?”

“There are two FBI agents here. They are here to escort you to the White House.”

I looked at Frank, who just nodded. “Thank you. We’ll be right down.”