course, she didn't know what was coming. She would obey him, especially when her safety was at stake. Resolve moved through him. It was time.
“Come here, Meg."
She looked startled at the order. Whether at his tone or something she saw in his face, he couldn't say.
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
He sighed. Always testing. “Do we have to do this the hard way?"
She hesitated a few seconds, but started walking towards him. Bold as brass she came right to him. The feel of her soft breasts against his chest was a momentary distraction. Her nipples hardened on contact and he groaned as he stiffened in response. She turned her head when he bent to kiss her, and he nuzzled her neck instead, lost in her taste and smell. Reminding himself of his purpose, he abruptly sat on the edge of the couch and pulled her face down over his lap.
“Darius! What the hell?” She struggled against him but he held her down with ease.
“I don't want to do this, Meg,” he said. Trying to inject a sad note into his voice, he fought a surge of lust. “But there are consequences. You will do as I say."
The gown had worked up around her hips when he pulled her down and his hand fell on bare skin. Whack!
“Ow! Darius, stop! I am not a child!"
Whack! “No you aren't.” Whack! “But you acted like one.” Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Okay, okay, I won't do it again!” She bucked against him, but he kept a firm grip on her. Whack!
“Won't do what again?"
She paused before answering. Whack!
“All right! Fine! I won't disobey you again!"
He shifted her so she was sitting on his lap. Tears streaked her face and it was obvious from the glare in her eye that she might obey him, but she'd hate him for making her do it. He held her arms in front of her and reluctantly released them when she fought back. She put her hands against his chest and pushed, trying to get away.
“Don't you ever do that again,” she snarled.
She hadn't learned a thing.
“Don't defy me again,” he said mildly. Now that it was over he wanted to sooth her and move on, but she continued to glower at him.
He liked the way her pique added color to face and a shine to her eyes. She probably wouldn't appreciate hearing that just now. His gaze was drawn to the rise and fall of her breasts, and he finally noticed her nightgown, a slinky red number that was a big improvement over the plain white bra, but it was distracting as hell. Since he was still stark naked she had no doubt noticed his appreciation, his cock rigid against her thigh. A trickle of moisture dropped on his leg, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“You liked that,” he said.
“I did not!” she protested.
He forced his fingers between her clenched thighs and dipped cream from her pussy. Bringing his hand back to his face, he breathed the proof of her arousal deep into his lungs. He traced her lips with one finger, bringing her taste to her own lips and her eyes widened with surprise and desire. He bent and licked it off, going back for a deeper kiss when she pushed at him again.
“No. Tell me what's going on first,” she demanded.
Damn the woman . Couldn't she see his cock needed immediate relief? She charged right on.
“Are you going to explain why it's so important I let you order me around? Who was that wolf? Why was it here?"
He didn't answer right away. He was too distracted by the feel of her warm ass on his lap and wondering what it would take to get inside her right now. She punched him in the shoulder.
“Darius, stay with me here."
“Ok, the wolf you saw out there is a rogue, hunting humans,” he said, jumping right to the point. After all, the quicker he explained, the sooner he'd get in bed. Preferably not alone. “We're hunting him, and until we catch him, I need you to do what I say."
“He's the one that was watching me,” she said quietly. “What do you mean ‘we'? How many of you are there?"
“Seventeen in the pack. Eighteen now, with you."
“I'm part of
“Come here, Meg."
She looked startled at the order. Whether at his tone or something she saw in his face, he couldn't say.
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
He sighed. Always testing. “Do we have to do this the hard way?"
She hesitated a few seconds, but started walking towards him. Bold as brass she came right to him. The feel of her soft breasts against his chest was a momentary distraction. Her nipples hardened on contact and he groaned as he stiffened in response. She turned her head when he bent to kiss her, and he nuzzled her neck instead, lost in her taste and smell. Reminding himself of his purpose, he abruptly sat on the edge of the couch and pulled her face down over his lap.
“Darius! What the hell?” She struggled against him but he held her down with ease.
“I don't want to do this, Meg,” he said. Trying to inject a sad note into his voice, he fought a surge of lust. “But there are consequences. You will do as I say."
The gown had worked up around her hips when he pulled her down and his hand fell on bare skin. Whack!
“Ow! Darius, stop! I am not a child!"
Whack! “No you aren't.” Whack! “But you acted like one.” Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Okay, okay, I won't do it again!” She bucked against him, but he kept a firm grip on her. Whack!
“Won't do what again?"
She paused before answering. Whack!
“All right! Fine! I won't disobey you again!"
He shifted her so she was sitting on his lap. Tears streaked her face and it was obvious from the glare in her eye that she might obey him, but she'd hate him for making her do it. He held her arms in front of her and reluctantly released them when she fought back. She put her hands against his chest and pushed, trying to get away.
“Don't you ever do that again,” she snarled.
She hadn't learned a thing.
“Don't defy me again,” he said mildly. Now that it was over he wanted to sooth her and move on, but she continued to glower at him.
He liked the way her pique added color to face and a shine to her eyes. She probably wouldn't appreciate hearing that just now. His gaze was drawn to the rise and fall of her breasts, and he finally noticed her nightgown, a slinky red number that was a big improvement over the plain white bra, but it was distracting as hell. Since he was still stark naked she had no doubt noticed his appreciation, his cock rigid against her thigh. A trickle of moisture dropped on his leg, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“You liked that,” he said.
“I did not!” she protested.
He forced his fingers between her clenched thighs and dipped cream from her pussy. Bringing his hand back to his face, he breathed the proof of her arousal deep into his lungs. He traced her lips with one finger, bringing her taste to her own lips and her eyes widened with surprise and desire. He bent and licked it off, going back for a deeper kiss when she pushed at him again.
“No. Tell me what's going on first,” she demanded.
Damn the woman . Couldn't she see his cock needed immediate relief? She charged right on.
“Are you going to explain why it's so important I let you order me around? Who was that wolf? Why was it here?"
He didn't answer right away. He was too distracted by the feel of her warm ass on his lap and wondering what it would take to get inside her right now. She punched him in the shoulder.
“Darius, stay with me here."
“Ok, the wolf you saw out there is a rogue, hunting humans,” he said, jumping right to the point. After all, the quicker he explained, the sooner he'd get in bed. Preferably not alone. “We're hunting him, and until we catch him, I need you to do what I say."
“He's the one that was watching me,” she said quietly. “What do you mean ‘we'? How many of you are there?"
“Seventeen in the pack. Eighteen now, with you."
“I'm part of
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