Alliances

By Maggie Walsh

As omega wolf Marlo and his Alpha/beta mate Fane get closer and explore all the joys of their mating, Fane’s best friend Oberon, the vampire, begins to question his move to the frozen wasteland.
With the capture of Silvan, a vengeful vampire set out to kill both Fane and Oberon, it forces the wolves of the Tundra, in both the York and Heart packs, to face the evil realities that have been inflicting the rest of the paranormal world.
When a conclave is called between Alpha York, Alpha Heart, a powerful witch, a vampire leader, and two members of the Paranormal Council, eyes are opened, friendships are in danger, and new alliances are made. Will the news of what is really going on in the paranormal world bring Dell and Ridge’s packs closer together, or tear them apart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maggie Walsh
• Release date: Nov 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463593769

Maggie Walsh

Maggie has been married for twenty-three years and has four children. She is a Long Island girl who now lives in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania.Maggie has always loved anything that has to do with the arts. Music is one of her biggest passions. She was a photographer in her earlier days and spends hours sketching anything that catches her eye. Maggie loves to write about big, strong, tough men who have a softer side.Most of the time you can find Maggie running around with her kids, sketching, or sitting with her laptop creating new characters, as music always plays in the background.

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As omega wolf, Marlo, and his Alpha/beta mate, Fane, get closer and explore all the joys of their mating, Fane’s best friend Oberon, the vampire, begins to question his move to the frozen wasteland.

With the capture of Silvan, a vengeful vampire who sets out to kill both Fane and Oberon, it forces the wolves of the Tundra, in both the York and Heart packs, to face the evil realities that have been inflicting the rest of the paranormal world.

When a conclave is called between Alpha York, Alpha Heart, a powerful witch, a vampire leader, and two members of the Paranormal Council, eyes are opened, friendships are in danger, and new alliances are made. Will the news of what is really going on in the paranormal world bring Dell and Ridge’s packs closer together, or tear them apart?

Alliances

Tundra Wolves 5

by

Maggie Walsh

MM, SHIFTERS, PARANORMAL, AND SCENES OF VIOLENCE

A Maggie Walsh Book

www.maggiewalshauthor.com

A MAGGIE WALSH BOOK

Alliances

Tundra Wolves 5

Copyright © 2019 by Maggie Walsh

Edited by Ann Attwood

First E-book Publication: November 2019

Cover design by Maggie Walsh

All cover art and logo copyright © 2019, Maggie Walsh

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

DEDICATION

As always with my Tundra Wolves Series, I want to give a big thanks to Master Black, Master Jeff, Jen, Mike G, Nick, and Master Mitch for all your help with the BDSM aspect of these stories. I hope I continue to do you proud with each book and bring some authenticity to the BDSM lifestyle, even though a few things had to change because of the shifter aspect of these books. You have opened my eyes and have brought me a greater understanding of both a Dominant and a submissive, as well as BDSM as a whole. I am honored to call you all friends and so grateful for all of your kindness, openness, and help.

This book is the lighter side of BDSM, but as promised, I will be doing another soon that delves deeper into the lifestyle and the mindset.

AREA OF INTEREST

WARNING: This book may contain triggers for some readers. It has some scenes of violence and some intense BDSM scenes.

Table Of Content

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

Also from Maggie Walsh

About The Author

CHAPTER 1

Marlo

He was going to kill Fane. Maybe. Okay, not really. Ugh! Of course not, but this was maybe a bit too much. Alright, fine, so it was delicious and made him feel amazing. Well, maybe two hours ago. Now it was just... just... downright cruel. His mate was a cruel bastard and Marlo wasn’t gonna take this anymore.

He slapped his hands down on his desk, pushed his chair back, which caused a shift inside him making him lose his breath and his damn mind, and had Marlo seeing stars. He paused for a moment, enjoying the sensations, but then the frustration came back as he thought about what his mate had said to him this morning. Marlo growled angrily and stood.

Just then, his office door opened and the butthead in question strolled in, a big, evil, knowing smile on his face, and he sauntered closer. A shiver of desire raced through him as Marlo watched his big, sexy mate come toward him. He loved watching all those hard muscles flex and stretch the material of his tight, black t-shirt.

Is there a problem, little love? Fane asked, smirking as he stopped beside him and rubbed his hand over Marlo’s ass.

Marlo grabbed the edge of the desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he moaned deep from deep within in chest. Closing his eyes, Marlo tried to fight against what was happening to his body, but it was too much, and at the same time it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

Fane moved in behind him, sliding his arms around Marlo’s waist and flattening his large hands on Marlo’s stomach, then he pulled Marlo’s hips back as he stepped closer and pressed his hard length against Marlo’s ass. Ung, Marlo released the strange sound and pushed his ass back. Fane’s hard bulge ran up his crease and Fane slowly began to grind his hips, the bulge pressing against the thick plug in his ass, making his knees weak.

Fane moved one of his hands down his front and cupped Marlo’s dick as he whispered against his ear, causing more shivers to run down his spine, You didn’t answer me, little love. Is there something I can help you with?

He could hear the amusement in Fane’s voice and wanted to curse the man, but the duel sensations in his ass and on his cock were scrambling his mind, and making it impossible to form a complete sentence.

Fuck, was all Marlo managed to get out as his eyes crossed.

Hmm, yes, I would love to do that, baby, Fane replied in that husky voice that drove Marlo wild.

Marlo felt Fane’s hands move to the button of his jeans, then he heard the zipper, and suddenly, he felt the cool air against the hot flesh of his legs. Fane’s jean-covered cock was back, thrusting against his bare ass as his mate’s hands pulled his shirt over his head. Marlo lifted one hand to help, but was afraid of completely releasing the desk and falling on his ass.

Fane reached out and pushed his laptop and papers aside, clearing a spot on the desk, then bent Marlo over the surface until he lay flat, his cheek resting against the cool surface. Fane’s large hand caressed his ass, one cheek, then the other and Marlo mewled, loving the feel of his mate touching him. Ever since their claiming the previous week, Marlo couldn’t seem to get enough of Fane’s hands on him, or all the attention Fane showered him with.

The plug was pulled out slowly, then shoved back in and Marlo’s knees trembled. Fane!

Yes, little love? What can I do for you?

Marlo could hear the smile in his voice and cried out, Bastard!

Oh, is that any way to speak to your mate, baby? Fane asked, then slapped the base of the plug that stuck out from his ass, sending a vibration through him.

Fuck! Fane, Marlo whined.

Fane leaned over his back and nipped his shoulder. Tell me what you want, baby. Beg me and I’ll give it to you. I’ll take all this sexual frustration away and make you soar, Fane whispered, then licked across his mating bite and Marlo’s vision went blank. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed.

Fuck me. Please, fuck me. Ram that amazing cock up my ass and breed me. Ride me hard and fuck me, Marlo begged.

That’s my sexy mate, Fane replied, then lifted from him.

Marlo wanted to protest and tell Fane it wasn’t fair, but before he could get the words out he felt the thick bulbous head of Fane’s cock against his ass. In one smooth motion, Fane gripped the base of the plug and yanked it from Marlo’s body, then quickly filled the empty hole with his massive cock. Fane was thicker than the plug, and although Marlo was open and ready for his mate to take him, Fane’s cock still stretched him, causing him to burn for a moment, then everything turned to pleasure, and Marlo cried out. Yes!

There’s my hellcat. Mmm, I love when you beg for what you want and all those dirty words come from your sweet mouth. I love when you lose control, baby, Fane said as he ran his hands up Marlo’s back, then held onto his shoulders. Again, before Marlo could utter a word, Fane began to fuck him hard.

The desk groaned beneath him, his cock trapped between his body and the unforgiving wood, but it wasn’t painful, it was the opposite actually, and Marlo loved the friction it caused. As he began to move his hips, humping against the desk, Fane grabbed his hip with one hand and pulled Marlo back. Marlo whimpered from the loss.

No coming until I tell you, mate. I want to be the one that brings you pleasure, not that desk. Hold on tight, baby, Fane said, then placed his hand back onto Marlo’s shoulder and thrust harder, faster. The desk moved an inch and Marlo gripped onto the edge, trying to stop him and the desk from flying apart.

His brain shattered to the four winds and he lifted his head, crying out his need and desire. Fane was a fucking god and Marlo loved being the cause of his big mate losing control. Fane fucked him hard as he moaned and grunted. Both of them began to pant heavily, the air getting thick with the scent of their sweat mingling and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Marlo thrust back hard against Fane and his mate growled out a curse.

Fane hit that wonder spot inside him and Marlo screamed out. His balls began to tingle and he fucked Fane’s cock harder.

Fuck. I’m coming, baby. Come with me. Now, Marlo! Come! Fane commanded and Marlo’s balls immediately pulled up tight against him as his shaft exploded, untouched, and his cum shot onto the floor beneath his desk. Marlo screamed out Fane’s name as tremors raced through him.

Fane came a second later, filling Marlo’s ass with his seed, the heat making him moan. His insides were bathed with his mate’s cum. Anyone who came within a few feet of him would now be able to scent Fane all over him, and Marlo smiled. He felt wonderful. He felt claimed again.

Fane leaned over him and tenderly kissed each shoulder, then left a line of kisses down his spine and Marlo shivered. Fane gripped his hips and moved back, sliding from his body and Marlo let out a pathetic, soft whimper of protest. He felt so empty when Fane wasn’t inside him and wanted his mate back.

Stay there a moment, sweetness and rest, Fane said lovingly, then kissed each of his ass cheeks before Marlo felt Fane’s heat move away and heard Fane leave him. Fane went to the adjoining bathroom of his office and Marlo heard water run. He lay there panting, trying to slow his heartbeat as he listened to Fane move around.

His mate came back and a warm, wet cloth ran over his sweaty back, over his ass, and gently cleaned him up. Fane kissed his ass again and whispered for him to stay still again, and Marlo didn’t fight it. His body was loose and he felt like a rag doll, his limbs boneless and all his muscles relaxed.

Fane left and returned again with the wet cloth. Marlo heard his mate sit in his chair, then Fane’s hands gripped his hips and pulled him back, helping Marlo from the desk until he sat in Fane’s lap with his back to Fane’s front. Fane ran the wet cloth over his chest, down his stomach, his hips, and then he ran it over Marlo’s inner thighs, before he gently cleaned his balls and cock. Marlo melted against Fane as his mate tended to him, feeling loved and cherished. It was the best feeling he had ever experienced and he loved that Fane always made him feel like this after they made love. Yes, Fane fucked him six ways from Sundays sometimes, but it was still making love. As long as he was giving himself to his mate, Marlo would always think that way no matter what they did.

When Fane was finished cleaning him, he dropped the cloth on the floor under the desk and Marlo knew Fane would use it to clean up the evidence of his orgasm before Fane left. He had the previous time they fucked in his office and if Fane didn’t do it this time, Marlo would, but for now he needed to feel his mate’s arms around him.

As he thought about it, Fane did it and wrapped Marlo in his arms, then kissed his head as he sat them in Marlo’s chair. "That was amazing, baby. Every time with you just