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I woke to the sound of birds and a gentle breeze blowing around me. I opened my eyes and found I was buried beneath what looked like maroon coloured sheets and a thick chocolate brown duvet. I pushed the duvet aside. The deep scent of wildflowers welcomed me as I looked around. I was in some kind of lavish master bedroom. Thick drapes done in deepest crimson suspended over two large windows that sat on either side of the king-size bed I was sat in. A chest of drawers across the room, a desk and wardrobe, all done in a deep chesnut wood. Two doors, one leading elsewhere, and the other opened a little to reveal marble floors and a beautiful bathroom beyond. It made me feel almost warm inside until I saw who was standing beside the door, arms folded and a deep frown set into his forehead. Tall, sleak and with those pale lavender eyes, Basil watched me with an almost bored expression. I had scrambled back and hit the headboard harder than I anticipated. I winced and then the dull ache swam over me. I was bruised here and there, not to mention numb from exhaustion.

"Good to see you've decided to wake up. Three days is too long for a simple blackout," Basil said as he pushed from the wall and took a step closer.

"That's close enough, thanks!" I demanded. I glanced down and found I was wearing nothing more than a pair of black boxer-briefs. I pulled the sheets against me for a bit more modesty.

Basil stopped, hands held up as he sighed. "You should be more thankful to the one who saved you," he replied.

"The one who...you saved us?" I stammered in disbelief.

"Why so shocked?"

"Well, earlier that day you said you wanted nothing to do with us!"

"I lied."

"You lied? That's all you have to say? You were damn rude!" I snapped back. Even now, his arrogance pissed me off. Then again, if he had indeed saved us then was he such a bad guy?

"Stop thinking so hard," he said as he approached the bed and sat down near the opposite end to me. He sat there, elbows rested upon his knees as he inhaled deep and sighed again. "Do you have any questions?" he asked.

"Are you capable of smiling perhaps?" I murmured.

"What!"

"I said, where am I?" I feigned. He considered me with that deep frown and then took in a deep breath.

"Your at my manor house in the outer suburbs of LA."

"Where's Snow? Donovan? The others?"

"All here in their respective rooms. Your the first one to have woken up."

"We all blacked out?"

"All except that damned blue cat of yours, he refused to sleep, something about not trusting us one-hundred percent." Sawyer had refused to sleep?

"Can you blame him?" I replied with a raised eyebrow.

"No. I guess not. Anything else?"

"What about Kane? He went to go speak with the Cheetahs? And Maximillian, he went to see his lions and the guests they were housing."

"Kane returned back to the penthouse where a couple of my soldiers waited and brought him here. The manor house used to be a hotel of some kind, a country club I believe. The cheetahs have moved in. As have Maximillian. I believed it was in everyone's best interests that the coalition remain as a unit from now on."

"The coalition? Your putting us up for a while then?" I demanded with a frown.

"There's that suspicion in your tone again. Do you think I am incapable of helping others?"

"You wouldn't help the coalition a few days ago. What's changed?" I asked.

Basil looked at me and then moved up the bed until he was sat as close as he could get without mounting the bed itself. "I sensed your beast the other day when Jasper attacked. I sensed her...call."

I blinked at Basil in stunned awe. "Repeat that please?"

"Your beast hunts for the most powerful, but also hunts for compassion. Your encounter with Jasper seems to have changed her hunting methods. She reached out for the nearest powerful alpha and found me."

"You? Why not Maximillian?" I replied.

"Maximillian is enthralled with another, beasts may be feral, but she seems to respect marital wishes as far as close companions are concerned. Maximillian she was willing to leave alone in exchange for another."

I raised a hand and pointed at Basil. "You were what she settled for?" I asked.

"My beast answered to her and the two seemed to resonate well, much like you resonate with that white tiger's beast." I was indeed bound to four alphas. Donovan, Snow, Kane and Aleksander. Donovan and Kane had a strength bond that was almost impossible to break. Aleksander's bond was more flexible, but nevertheless still strong. This was probably because I saw no romantic prospects to truly bind us. And Snow, the bond I shared with Snow was out of pure instinct. When my beast awakened, she had touched the first alpha she encountered, and that was Snow's. The two tamed one another and became bound, I made love to Snow and strengthened the binding. But if what Basil said was true, then the beast inside me had indeed begun the process of binding herself to Basil.

"Answer me one question?" I asked.

He nodded.

"What would happen if I declined your offer? Think hard. Don't answer without listening to your beast."

He considered the question and something happened I never thought I'd see in Basil's face. A single teardrop formed and spilled down his cheek. "W-What-" he stammered.

I sighed. The binding had indeed begun. Back when I'd found Snow the binding had been like this, if I'd refused to take him then Snow would wander depressed and desperate to touch me. The same was happening again.

Basil looked at me wide-eyed. Something told me it had been a while since he'd last cried. "I don't know what I would do without at least having you close at hand."

"And what do you think about the binding? Snow and I were lucky. Our beasts resonated and we too resonated as a couple, but are you even gay?"

"Bisexual."

"And can you see us as something of a couple, at least? Maybe not as deeply in love as me and Snow, but still a couple nonetheless?" I asked.

"Your beast is beautiful, and you too are...um...well, your not...I mean..." he faltered, and for the first time looked, dare I say, adorable.

"Basil?"

He looked up at me with an expectant expression.

"Do you still believe that your tigers can handle things on your own after seeing what Jasper did to us?" I asked.

He considered the question with a look of deep thought and then shook his head. "No. I managed to get you out of there because of my abilities. Without them he'd have killed me."

I held a hand out for him. "Bind with me, and together we'll save the ones we love," I said with a determined look now.

Basil nodded and crawled across the bed, he took my hand in his and they fell against the dark sheets as he leaned over me and touched his lips to mine. That distant flame deep inside flickered and flourished in the darkness. It was so warm, so hot now. Basil peeled his black fitted tee off with both hands, his body arched and flexed as he tossed the tee aside and lowered those slender muscular arms. He leaned down again as I slipped out from under all those darkened sheets. He unbuckled his leather belt one-handed and unzipped those dark denim jeans. He peeled them off and came to me nude and beautiful. All that dark fur looked beautiful on that long, slender frame. The black tiger looked down at me with those beautiful pale lavender eyes. The fire inside me burned and burned as Basil kissed along my jawline and down my neck. He slipped the black boxers from me and suddenly I was nude too and loving every moment. Basil lifted his head and kissed me, the touch of lips deepened and his tongue found mine as his hands ran along my upper thighs and under me, his hands found the mounds of my ass as he sat back, a moment later he was sat back on his haunches, while I cuddled against him, feeding at his mouth in a slow desperation. There was passion burning around us now as I ran hands through his fur. He broke the kiss and looked at me from mere inches. I gazed into those beautiful eyes and saw something else besides that raw passion and lust. Sadness? What did Basil have to be sad about? I kissed him again. One dilemma at a time.

I peeled from his hold and licked and kissed down his bare chest, circling my tongue over one of his darkened nipples as I went. I slipped lower and lower, until I found him hard and thick before me. He wasn't as well endowed as Snow, but he was a close second. I took him in one hand, while the other trailed along his naval and stomach. I felt the toned muscle underneath the sleak fur as I licked the tip of him. There was a salty-sweetness about him. It was an intoxication I was pleased to have found. I licked at him like he was some kind of foreign lollipop. I suckled at his head and slowly but surely took more and more of that thick heat into my mouth. He panted as he looked at me from a couple of feet away, his hips bucked into a gentle rythmn that I could handle without choking on that bittersweet thickness.

"God, your so good at that," he panted as he gazed down the line of stomach at me.

I popped him from my muzzle, earning a gentle moan from him, I grinned and said, "I've had lots of practice with well-endowed alphas."

He grinned back and then gasped as I nuzzled down lower and trailed my wolven tongue over his hanging testicles. He started to fall backward and braced himself with his fingertips against the bedspread as he shuddered. I held his member in my hand and squeezed, stroking and coaxing him while I suckled on those hanging orbs hard and slow, savouring the taste. He had the scent of tiger musk, blended in with soap and actual lavender, I was guessing it was shampoo. I let him spill from my mouth as that flame inside me intensified and grew with each passing second. Basil sat forward, hunched over me, he used his hand to tilt my face upward and he kissed me deep, feeding at the taste of his own member. He spilled me backward and crawled up my body, that toned, slender form hunched over me as he lay his member over mine. I spread my legs wide around him as he growled deep in his chest. It was the sign of a true alpha to have them being so dominant. He rocked his hips, and his length stroked along mine, it was a new sensation that made us both shudder with sheer pleasure as it slowly coursed through us over and over. "I think its time I showed you what I'm capable of," Basil whispered, "Turn over onto your stomach."

I did as he asked and huddled in the mound of pillows near the headboard, I leaned on my elbows and embraced one of those large silken pillows, while I glanced back and watched. Basil kissed along my shoulder, his member's length between my clenched buttocks. He ran fingertips down my sides, making me shudder. He licked down the centre of my spine and trailed that wonderful tongue lower and lower, he spread my legs wide again and gripped my member in one hand. He pulled me from underneath my lower body, I was hard and having my member pulled down made me moan and shudder with a mixture of intense pleasure and a shadow of pain. He crouched below on the sheets and ran hands over the mounds of my buttocks. He squeezed and prized them apart revealing the tight entrance, he lowered his maw and trailed a tongue over my most sensitive opening. I moaned his name out of shock and pleasure as it flourished through me like some great wave. The flame inside me flared and erupted like a volcano with each stroke of that tongue. Without full release from both of us, the binding would hold, but damn he was bringing me so fucking close it almost hurt. He licked and sucked harder, that rough tongue driving me insane as he played with me, watched me shudder and run my hands along the bed sheets. I balled them in my hand and groaned. I damn near begged him to fuck me, when he moved and mounted me. He lifted me to my knees, my front still flat against the mound of pillows. I looked back at him as he crouched over my exposed ass, he held my ass in those long-fingered hands as he guided himself in and pushed slow. He broke through what little defense I had and soon had me writhing underneath him, while he glided that meat deeper and deeper, stopping every now and again to let me accommodate his sheer size. "Fuck! Your tight!" he groaned as he felt me clamp and loosen around him over and over. My inner walls spasmed as he sheathed himself, his huge testicles touched mine as I moaned and ran my hands down the bed, clawing the sheets out of ecstasy.

He started to pull back, to the protests that came from me, before he shoved himself back inside. He repeated this over and over until he'd lubed me with his own essence. He then went to one knee, he found a comfortable spot and then began thrusting. He was gentle to begin with, but his pace soon quickened, that thickness filling me and burying itself deeper and deeper with each rock of those slender hips. He dug his nails into the mounds of my ass and pulled me into his thrusts as he continued to piston himself into me. The moans were soon drowned out by the sound of flesh hitting flesh as he pounded himself into me again and again. The first shadows of orgasm swam over me and made me rear back and howl out of pleasure. He buried himself deep and rolled those wonderful hips as he too seemed to lose that rythmn. His thrusts held a distant desperation to them that made me realise he was as close to cumming as I was. His testicles slapped mine, and that in itself drove me wild, as I panted and groaned with each penetration. He yanked me back, pulling me closer and closer, making me almost beg him to stop or at least slow down. I opened my mouth to ask him to slow down, when suddenly he buried himself deep and cried out. Thick ropes of black tiger seed spilled inside me, the sensation was hot and intense, my own orgasm smashed into me and made me writhe as I spilled my own load over the sheets underneath us. I shuddered as the remnants of my testicles spattered the sheets. Basil buckled over and hunched over me, he caught himself with his hands and braced himself while he was still buried inside me. The moment the orgasm hit us, that flame inside erupted once again and swallowed us. It enveloped us, warmed us to the point of almost burning, searing, and in that second it dulled and diminished. It passed over us and the binding was complete. Our deep rattled breaths filled the silence of the bedroom as Basil reached back and pulled himself from inside me. I moaned as that still hard length spilled out, his seed spattered the sheets as he collapsed onto his back beside me. I collapsed almost on top of him. I rested my head against his chest and listened to the deep rising and falling of that toned muscle. He let a hand rest against my head fur as we panted and tried to remember how to breath properly. I was numb all over, the signs of good sex in my past experiences.

"H-How do you feel?" I breathed.

"B-Better, is it w-weird I feel so g-good about myself right n-now?" he stammered.

I shook my head. "That means the binding worked. Snow felt the same when I bound myself to him through instinct."

Basil took one last deep breath and exhaled. "I was so warm at one point," he raised his other hand and I saw it trembling.

"Your shaking?"

"We're both shaking," he laughed.

I stopped dead. Basil must've felt alright. He'd just laughed! He was a totally different tiger to the one me and Donovan had spoken to earlier that week. I had a thought and asked, "Why were you so...off with us earlier?"

"What do you mean?"

"When Donovan and I spoke to you last, you were so against joining us, and you seemed to think you'd be better without us. I know my beast called you, but the binding shouldn't have changed you this drastically."

"I know. I know, I was a dick. But I came to LA seeking a family, and no one here seems to take you serious if your not violent. I met with Nico looking for a place to call home and he turned his back on me. I lost control and the two of us fought. I challenged him, one alpha to another, and won. I took over as King, but my attitude was not what the tigers were used to. Nico had been a bastard by the sounds of things. So in order to keep the peace among my people, I too became a bastard. When you guys came knocking, I couldn't show weakness in front of the people I'd adopted as my own," he explained.

"And what happens now?"

"What do you mean?" he repeated.

"Well, now your bound to me, and housing the entire coalition. What about the opinion your tigers had of you?" I asked.

"I'll make it clear that if no one is pleased about the change, then they can challenge me and I'll kill them. Simple."

"Your so certain you can beat each of them in turn?"

"Eben, I'm not just some Level Two alpha," he replied.

"Level Two? How do you know that term?" I demanded. I rolled and spilled off the edge of the bed and onto the floor below. I was still numb but managed to crawl back a little.

"Eben? What's wrong?"

"When I fought Jasper, he said that I was a Level Three, and that the terms Level One, Two and Three were what the council used. So answer the question! How do you know that term?" I demanded.

Basil sat up and looked at me with a confused expression, then he sighed and spilled across the bed, sitting perched on the edge, the bed sheets spilled into his lap as he clasped his hands over his head.

I watched him and then asked, "Well? How do you know them?"

He looked up with an almost haunted look and then replied, "Have you heard about the council reorganising the seats? Replacing positions? Importing new members?"

I nodded.

"I used to be one of them, or rather I used to work for one of them. His name was Balthazaar. When you killed him, I took over his seat and then a week later the seats were rearranged and I was booted out."

"Balthazaar?" I repeated the name out of disbelief. Balthazaar had been the previous leader of the beast council and had visited us personally to kill us. Sawyer had killed him in the end.

"I was booted out for not agreeing with what they had planned. Their plans to make the humans break that Prevention Law. I refused to help and was chased from the council. They threatened me with death."

"One of mine killed your master...don't you want revenge against Sawyer?" I stammered.

"Balthazaar was a bastard, he enjoyed tormenting, including me," Basil explained, "I was pleased when he died."

"Why were you working for him in the first place?" I demanded.

"My father bargained for his village's survival in the early 1700s. I was the bargaining chip. A whipping boy for the village's life."

"1700s? How old are you?"

"Three hundred and three," he replied. "But thanks to my time with the council I don't look a day over twenty-six, do I?" he smirked as he spoke.

"So your an ex-council basically? Does that mean you have an ability like mine and Jasper's?" I asked.

He nodded and asked, "Wanna see what it is?" I considered it for a moment. Basil used to be a member of the beast council, and now he was bound to me. The bond would prevent him harming me.

I looked determined for a moment and then replied, "Show me."