The Pledge: Syndicate Masters, #5

By Delta James

It's a time of celebration and secrets as Interpol agents, Albanian mobsters and a suspicious waitress, all converge on Con's holiday party.

 

Con, head of the Irish Mob, has invited friends and the other syndicate masters for a special celebration the night before the big village party they are hosting on New Year's Day. After ringing in the new year Con unveils his stunning new dungeon to those in the lifestyle.

 

But when a dead Interpol agent, a hidden thumb drive, and a visit from the Albanian mob threaten to ruin the festivities, Con needs to figure out what is happening before it is too late to save his fated mate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Delta James
• Release date: Oct 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223628644

Delta James

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PROLOGUE

In the dark mists of time, the empire was torn apart by men who valued power over principle. An ancient goddess of courage and honor called upon a great black cat who became a legend to impose order on the war-torn realm. She gifted him with the ability to shift from beast to man and back again.

His descendants inherited not only his ability to shift, but the power inherent and necessary to become a great warlord and form a syndicate to restore all that had been lost.

The latest in the legendary line was Conchobar O’Neill, whose fated mate’s betrayal was discovered only after she had died. But Katie didn’t die, she faked her own death. When her sister was kidnapped by rebels, she made a bargain with Con—she would do whatever he wanted if he would just save her sister.

Con struck a deal with Katie. For his services, he would demand the ultimate payment—Katie herself. For some, that might have meant death. For Katie, it meant a lifetime spent with the man she loved.

CHAPTER 1

Ardú Arís

New Year’s Eve

Ardú Arís, or rise again, seemed appropriate this morning as Katie sucked his cock deep into her mouth, allowing the edge of her teeth to just barely graze his skin. Conchobar O’Neill was sprawled in his leather chair behind the large desk in his office. His beautiful mate, wife, and submissive was naked and on her knees in front of him.

God, the woman knew how to suck his dick. No one had ever been able to light him up like she did. He’d already fucked her twice this morning, and it wasn’t even time for breakfast. And still, she could make his cock rise again.

The truth was, she didn’t need to do anything more than just breathe to arouse him. Hell, he’d been in a semi-permanent state of arousal ever since she’d returned from the dead a little more than a year ago, offering him the bargain of a lifetime—in exchange for rescuing her sister, she would become his mate. He glanced at his vintage Rolex and hissed as the pressure from her teeth increased ever so slightly.

"Careful, M’fhíorghrá, he purred, using his pet name for her which meant ‘my true love.’ She started to lift her head from his cock, and he pressed it back down. It’s going to be a long day, and in order for me to keep you on an even keel, you’re going to need the constant reassurance of my loving dominance. So, you finish me off and we’ll join the rest of the clan for breakfast. After that, I’ll meet with Doyle, and you can talk to Mrs. Duffy about any last-minute plans for the party this evening."

This time when she tried to raise her head, he smacked her luscious backside, which was still showing a pale shade of pink from incurring his discipline this morning. He rolled his hips forward, shoving his cock to the soft place at the back of her throat.

You take me deep, he rumbled at her. I want you in a more submissive frame of mind than you’ve been in of late.

Con loved when he had conversations like this. He talked and her sarcastic mouth was too full of his cock for her to talk back. After all, he was doing her a favor—if she couldn’t brat off at him, she didn’t end up with a spanking for having done so.

Katie ran her tongue over every inch of flesh covering his cock, and he groaned and flexed his fingers in her hair as his head fell back. Katie knew how to pleasure him. She gave to him with such joy and unrestraint. Their road to this place had been rocky and long, but they’d made it through betrayal and loss to end up where they were now—in an almost perpetual state of nirvana.

Of the Laochra, Con had always been the most ruthless, the most willing to embrace that part of him that had earned him the nickname of the Devil of Galway. He ran the Onóir Syndicate with an iron fist—most days it wore a velvet glove, but not always.

This past year had brought the Laochra alliance in direct conflict with the bratva. It had started when the unstable daughter of one of his underbosses had arranged for the Russian mob to attack and almost completely wipe out his clan. Con had struck back, evening the score and backing them off.

In a strategic move to thwart the spread of the bratva into their territories, the Laochra had formed an alliance with three shifter-syndicates in Scandinavia and Italy. The Russians had decided that going up against the ten organizations made the cost of doing business too high and too risky.

Katie swallowed him down with a singular intensity that took him places no woman had taken him before or since. She’d been an Interpol plant and at one point had faked her own death. In the time between her death and resurrection, Con had enjoyed hundreds of blow jobs, but not one had ever come close to the inordinate amount of pleasure she provided him.

She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, making him groan in appreciation of her efforts. His eyes rolled back into his head as he allowed his head to loll back against the headrest of the chair. She worked his cock, bringing one hand up to lovingly play with his balls, while the other wrapped him at the root and applied gentle pressure.

Con’s fingers increased the pull on her luxurious mane of dark hair, taking control of her movements and guiding her head up and down, deeper and faster. Katie moaned in response. His mate was a tactile creature and always responded positively to a show of dominance and just the slightest amount of pain, which was why spanking her for whatever reason always ended in an exaggerated state of arousal.

She didn’t know it yet, but Con’s plan to deal with her stress was to keep her slightly off kilter all day… letting her balance on the edge of ecstasy, but never quite giving it to her until right before the party so that she would be relaxed, sated and happy, and be able to enjoy herself. He was a fucking giver, that’s what he was.

Her suckling made his cock swell; the tingle at the base of his spine said he was ready