Tachibana was not amused with what she was being told. Three normals killed and one in jail after breaking into the Knight Estate; furious that men under the employ of Frederick Parker decided to commit a criminal act in Moon Lake, while the mobster sat in a motel room doing who knows what.
“So you had to kill three of them,” Tachibana looking at Benton.
“I didn’t kill anyone,” Benton looking at the aging were-vixen; “I wasn’t home when this happened.”
“Passed out drunk along with Lance,” Amanda chiming in; “at your brother’s place no less.”
“My butler killed one of the intruders,” Benton speaking; “Spencer and Eric killed the other two.”
“My daughter,” Evan starting to growl; “where is she?”
“Upstairs with Eric,” Frieda entering to kitchen; “both are fine by the way.”
“And you heard us talking,” Tachibana looking at the grey furred were-panthress with russet red highlights; “and needed to join in?”
“No,” Frieda answering; “I came down to see if there is any leftover spaghetti and meatballs. Eric threw up what he ate after killing one of the men in dad’s study.”
“Oh what a lovely smell,” Benton looking disgusted; “that will make in the morning.”
“Is that all you care about,” Frieda looking at her father; “whether or not a mess is clean up before you arrive?”
“Why was Eric in Benton’s study,” Tachibana asking.
“Keeping my niece and nephews safe,” Lila answering; “they were babysitting when men broke in.”
“Oh,” Tachibana thinking; “did they see what Eric did?”
“Why is that important,” Benton growling; “criminals broke into my HOUSE and you are interrogating US as if we are the guilty party.”
“I’m sorry,” Tachibana answering; “with this Parker mobster in town, and Leon Talbot fixed to rip the man’s throat out; I’m fairly distracted at the moment.”
Frieda walks away from the conversation; heading into the kitchen, Frieda is dismayed that it was cleaned since her mother got home.
“Could have left the leftovers alone on the stove,” Frieda grumbling as she roots through the fridge for anything else. Yet what Frieda sees perks her up, as the pot that had the spaghetti and meatballs was in the fridge. Taking the pot out and grabbing several forks, she dashes back upstairs to her room to see Spencer riding Eric; the two of them purring as Spencer was gyrating up and down Eric’s barbed shaft.
“I leave you two alone for a few minutes,” Frieda watching them rut; “and you couldn’t wait for me.”
“I’m sure Eric can tickle you with his tongue,” Spencer sighing; “let him have your honey.”
Frieda grins through her panther maw as she jumps on the king size bed and squats above Eric’s muzzle. With Spencer and Frieda kissing and fondling each other while on top of the white furred were-panther; Eric growls as he starts to eat out Frieda, all the while he feels Spencer’s tight vaginal muscles clamping and milking his shaft. Lapping Frieda’s lips while nibbling on her clitoris; Eric soon feels the usual pressure building within as his climax nears. Panting and gasping as Frieda’s juices flow over his muzzle; Eric nips Frieda’s button just as he climaxes.
Both Spencer and Frieda swoon as their orgasms rock their body; each murmuring as they let the pleasurable sensations envelope their bodies. Eric purring as he licks up Frieda’s honey, further stimulating her sex as his rough tongue passes over her engorged lips.
“Now that was nice,” Spencer looking at Frieda still gasping over Eric’s ministrations; “and I see you are still enjoying the fun.”
“Eric’s tongue is just like heaven,” Frieda purring; “I could let him massage me down there all night.”
“That will have to wait,” Eric managing to speak; “I smell spaghetti.”
*******
“God dam it Tachibana,” Lance looking at the were-fox rep; “you think you can threaten tossing me or Benton in jail and not expect a reprisal?”
“I will do what is necessary to ensure our secret is safe,” Tachibana staring at the pissed off were-panthers; “if that means tossing you two in a cell in the elder council building, then so be it.”
“At your own peril,” Benton growling; “I will not go down easily.”
“Nor will I back off,” William speaking up; “my son was here when those men broke in. And you know what he said when Martha asked how we could help?”
“What did he say,” Tachibana feeling exasperated.
“From a brute squad,” William glaring; “run the Parker’s out of town.”
“I could get behind that,” Benton chuckling.
“Not going to happen,” Evan speaking; “as much as I would like to turn Freddie the shark into a cripple, he technically hasn’t broken any laws here.”
“Plus he has a dangerous man under his employ,” Daisuke chiming in; “tell them Evan.”
Evan pulls out a few photos of a man and hands them to William, Lance and Benton.
“His name is Chelnik,” Evan speaking; “a man from the Ukraine and wanted by Interpol for war crimes.”
“So why is he here in America and not in some European prison,” Benton tossing the photo back to Evan.
“Because he is a trained killer like me,” Evan starring at Benton; “Chelnik is a former Spetsnaz; Russian Special Forces. Back when I was running with my Navy Seal team,” Evan pausing; “we were tasked with helping Interpol to hunt down Chelnik and bring him to The Hague. The man is wanted for mass murder during the whole ethnic cleansing going on in former communist Yugoslavia.”
“Why didn’t you say this earlier in the briefing with special agent Reed,” Daisuke asking.
“I wasn’t sure then,” Evan answering; “but my contact in Interpol… he thinks it is the same person. I’m waiting for his file. As to how the man slipped into America? That is a question you should ask Immigration.”
“Short answer is thus,” Tachibana getting up; “stay away from the Parker’s. If they make a move to threaten you… well that’s different; but don’t go on the offensive.”
Benton just quietly grins on the inside as he watches Tachibana and Daisue leave; enacting his code: Omega on the Parkers a short time prior. Seeing Evan lingering as he quietly talks the Andersons; the were-panther could only assume they were discussing their respective children. Walking over, he listens in on their chat.
“You shouldn’t worry too much about Eric,” Evan speaking; “taking a human life is never an easy thing to do.”
“You did it while in the military; “William answering; “how did you handle it?”
Evan shakes his head, “I can’t really answer that; its different for most people. But if Eric threw up after he killed a person,” Evan continuing; “then it’s clear he doesn’t have a taste for killing.”
“I would disagree there,” William retorting; “I have seen my son walk back home with his fur bloodied and the smell of blood on him as he munched on a rabbit or something larger.”
“Taking the life of an animal is one thing,” Evan sighing; “killing a human being, that is a whole other deal. I better leave,” Evan yawning; “I have a nursery to prepare and a wife and newborn son to collect tomorrow.”