Elijah’s order permeated the passionate haze holding her captive. “Yes.” She gulped hard as she fought against her body’s reaction to the sensations careening over her skin. “Master,” she managed to finish.
“DeShawn, light the candle. I want my mate to carry my scent from this night forward.”
The scent of sandalwood permeated the air.
“You’re running out of time, Elijah,” John stated.
Time? We have all night. But she needed to get off the sexual tenterhook Elijah had placed her on. She had to orgasm or she might just lose her mind. “Please.” The word escaped her lips before she could snatch it back.
“Ah,” she gasped when Elijah slapped her thigh again. DeShawn pinched her nipples hard. Jolts of pain mingled with the desirable tension growing in her womb. Tingles shot from nerve ending to nerve ending in a synaptic thrust that had her on the brink of an orgasm. So close. So close. Please. Please. Please. The chant rolled through her mind. Just slide the vibrator in my pussy. Please, Master.
Whether he was psychic or in tune with her lusty nature, he planted the vibrator in her channel. The pulsing tool sent bolts of white-hot desire up her feminine walls. He spread her folds to find her clit. She came with a shout when he flicked his tongue across her sensitive nub at the same instant DeShawn pinched her nipples again. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
There was nothing else, only the contractions rushing over her. She tingled from head to toe. And she couldn’t stop climaxing. The curling thrum of her orgasm kept racing from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “God,” she panted when Elijah finally removed the vibrator from her pussy. It was so much more than she expected.
Chapter Two
Memories of his father telling him he was out of time kept playing through Elijah’s mind. As the eldest son to the leader of the werewolf pack, he was expected to uphold very specific traditions.
He got where his father was coming from, but could give a flying flip if he followed the antiquated customs to the letter of the law within the pack. This wasn’t about his parents or how they’d mated.
Tonight was about Wendy and him.
It was about his love for her and her love for him.
At the stroke of midnight, Wendy would become his life mate.
He also knew he was playing this game slyly. His plan was to make her so mindless for sex that she’d agree to anything. A plan he’d revisited and revisitedsince he’d delivered his ultimatum.
It wasn’t that he didn’t sympathize with her. He did. He’d witnessed her confusion with her parents. She was stuck in a conundrum of immense proportions.
She wasn’t the only one. He’d gotten enough good-natured ribbing from John and DeShawn to tell him the honorable congressman would never allow Wendy to marry him.
What did you do to deserve these fucked up parents? He stared down at the woman who made his werewolf crazy. Brushing wisps of hair from her face, he caressed her cheek with the side of his thumb. The memories of her valiant attempts to come to grips with loving him or being ostracized by her parents tore at him.
Her parents’ influence over her had him so mad he wanted to rip her father’s jugular open. It was unconscionable to think Wendy was nothing more than a political pawn to her father. But from the few snippets of interviews he’d seen on Congressman Williams and his high-and-mighty family, he knew Wendy was exactly that. A pretty bauble to be traded to whoever brought more prestige to the Williams’ political brand.
She was a stepping-stone in the man’s attempt to build a political empire that didn’t span just his lifetime, but future generations of Williams.
The sound of John clearing his throat brought Elijah back to the here and now. Time to introduce you to my dominant side. He’d agonized over his decision to give Wendy a crash course in being his life mate but the clock was ticking and they were in the eleventh hour.
She had to understand that he commanded absolute obedience from her, because if she ever got caught between him tangling with a rogue wolf, her very life could depend on following his orders. “You came before I told you to. You will be punished, my slave.” Her sharp intake of air hit his ears. “Do you have a problem with that?”
A small smile lifted the corners of his lips when she shook her head. “Good, because I’m going to show you what it means to be truly dominated.”
He peeked at the clock as John led her to the straps hung above and positioned below her bathroom door. Less than an hour to go.
I’m committed now. True, there was no turning back. He’d picked his second, his werewolf pack’s version of a best man. John was the closest thing he had to a brother, and it wasn’t the first time they’d shared a woman. After tonight, that would change.
If Wendy wanted to have a ménage a trois or ménage a quarte that was completely okay with him. He had enough lust and love for her that he’d never disregard her sexual fantasies or deny her sexual needs. Still, at the stroke of midnight she had to understand, she was his—body, mind and soul—forever, or it was over permanently.
He surveyed the picture she made as John buckled the restraints to the top straps and DeShawn took care of her ankles. Her long, blonde hair hung down her back, accentuating her pixy features and slight curves. He almost wished he’d ordered her to undress before she was shackled. Still, she was gorgeous with her clothes askew and her gaze glazed with passion.
His hands itched to grip her hips and plunge his cock into her wet pussy.
She was the hottest woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
And she’s mine.
A growl rumbled through his chest.
Let the training begin.
* * * * *
Wendy nibbled on her lower lip. Damn, this is hot. It was even more so when Elijah picked up the ball gag from the box and fixed it around her mouth. Who would have thought this would turn me on?
Not her. Not in a million years. With her arms spread above her and her legs held apart by the straps, she was completed immobilized. She couldn’t even cry out for help thanks to the gag.
“This will keep you from talking, slave,” Elijah explained as he laid a gentle love pat to her cheek.
The feel of hands pulling her shirt from the waistband of her skirt and then the cups of her bra being forced aside to release her tits, sent a fresh tremor of wanton desire up her thighs. Her wet pussy really needed a cock. She couldn’t imagine being fucked with the butt plug still firmly entrenched in her ass.
The mere thought made her throb.
“You will not come unless I give you permission to.” Elijah’s hand smacked her bare bottom. “Is that understood?”
Nodding, she sucked in air through her nose as she pulled back against the bonds holding her arms up. Her knees dipped when another slap connected with her rapidly warming ass-cheek. Peeking over her shoulder, she shifted forward when John began to spank her. “Ah.” Twinges raced the length of her channel. Her poor body needed a pounding.
“You like this, don’t you, slave?” John asked.
Biting down on the soft rubber of the gag, she nodded. Three more swats hit her ass as John and DeShawn took turns delivering spanks. Elijah leaned against the opposite wall of the hallway to watch the show. She wiggled her hips. The pain combined with the desire running through her body. Damn it. Give it to me.
She turned away. Her gaze centered on the flat paneled door in front of her. Gripping the straps, she moaned when one of the men shook the butt plug slightly. A pair of fingers moved between her thighs. They rubbed against her slit. “Ah.” The first twinges of yet another climax began.
Her head fell forward as she gripped her bonds. My God, she nearly cried as spanks were placed on her ass while two fingers entered her pussy. Tiny mewls of pleasure escaped around the gag.
“She’s not going to be able to hold off,” DeShawn warned.
“Release her.”
Unsure how much more she could take, the throb in her core pulsing down her feminine
walls, Wendy was thankful for the arms that caught her as her wrists were released. The ball gag was pulled from between her lips. The clasps at her ankles were undone next. Her bones had to have been liquefied from this experience. She knew for certain that every time she remembered this experience, a climax would curl her toes and a blush would brighten her cheeks.
“Let’s get you put together,” Elijah commented as he lifted her in his arms. “Trust me, Wendy, you are going to enjoy what comes next.”
She was about to ask him about the butt plug butt when she cracked her eyelids to look at the handsome devil. His expression told her that he meant to leave it where it was.
Even if she had the strength to ask him what came next she didn’t want to. Her body was a firecracker primed to spit sparks. Unsure of how much more she could take, Wendy took a cool glass of water from DeShawn and sipped it. She studied her lover. It was then she noticed the cloying scent of sandalwood clinging to her. It wasn’t obnoxiously overbearing but it did stick to her already slick skin.
She noted her disheveled appearance. Her mother’s training came to the fore. “Maybe I should get myself put together.” Considering the twinges still racing down her pussy, she wondered if that was possible. Taking another sip of her drink, she saw John and Deshawn tucked their erections away.
In the back of her mind she sensed it was only for a little while.
“Prepare the table for the main course,” he commanded his friends.
She opened her mouth to protest that as hostess, the duty fell to her. Elijah halted her errant tongue with a brisk, almost imperceptible shake of his head. It was then she realized that Elijah knew she hadn’t enough food in her pantry or fridge to feed him and his friends. He’d always teased her that she was more the Chinese take-out gal than the gourmet cook.
It was true too. Her mother hated that she couldn’t boil water or not burn toast even in a self-timing toaster.
A harsh gasp broke from her throat as she contemplated his request. Sure, they could call for delivery, but she doubted that was high on the men’s priority list considering how hard they’d been before Elijah had called a halt to the sexual play.
Her gaze steered to meet his.
She was the main course.
Chapter Three
“You want to tell me what’s going on?” Wendy asked once they’d entered her bedroom. She gazed at the low-to-the-ground platform bed where Elijah had fucked her so many times she’d lost count months ago. “I mean, I get you are up to something, but do you want to clue me in?” Truthfully, she was more than a little confused. Then again, if she didn’t give him the right answer at the end of the night there was no doubt she was going to be alone again.
Well, maybe not completely alone if John didn’t mind stopping by on occasion. What the hell am I thinking? She was thinking like a woman who had lost her God given senses. “And another thing, three guys? Are you serious?”
“Don’t you think you can handle us?” Elijah walked to where she stood and ran his hand up her thigh to cup her sex. “We’re all house broken.”
A horrified laugh erupted from her throat. “It’s not that. It’s just that this is so intense.” Especially when you’ve demanded I make a decision tonight about us. A blush heated her cheeks. I love you, but if you are trying to make me so mindless I cave without really discussing our future, you are dead wrong. “I never expected anything like this to happen to me.”
A burst of February wind rattled her window. “I never, not in my wildest dreams, considered you’d fulfill my fantasy.” Not even though you are the man almost every woman I know would love to have take part in their naughty dreams.
“Fantasies,” he corrected. Levering his hands on her hips, he pulled her back so she was plastered to his body. His palms brushed across her pelvis to hold her in place with his firm grip on her lower belly. “I’ll explain most of this later, after the mating ritual is complete. Suffice to say, we are preparing you to join the pack.”
“The what?” She didn’t get a chance to digest that piece of information. The instant she tilted her face upward to speak to him directly he took her lips in a blistering kiss. His tongue swept her mouth then dueled with hers. “What was I saying?” she asked breathlessly after he raised his head.
“You were explaining the intricacies of constructing a formal seating chart for a dinner party.”
“No, I wasn’t,” she said and playfully swatted his arm. She shook her head. The throb in her crotch wouldn’t let go. She was primed and ready for another go with Elijah and his friends. Yet the sinking suspicion she was about to have to answer his ultimatum nagged her psyche. If not now, then later I’ll have to fess up.
Taking a few steps toward her en-suite bathroom, trying to clear her head, she started undoing her blouse. Just get it over with. “Elijah, I love you...” Her heart clanged in her chest. The thought of not having him in her life eradicated the sexual haze and brought tears to her eyes.
She quelled the urge to run to him. An apology tapped at the back of her teeth but she swallowed it. “I really, really love you...”
“Wendy, I asked you to trust me. Do you?”
There wasn’t any doubt in her mind. “I do.”
A heavy sigh broke from his throat. “Wendy, if you broke this down to the simplest parts would you say you get much more out of our relationship then you don’t?”
“It’s just that my parents—”
“Control your life.”
True, but you won’t be the one who is all alone if our relationship doesn’t work out. She pulled her shirt from her body, and then reached for her bra’s clasp.
“Let me help you with that.” The feel of his fingers skimming up her back made her breath hitch. When he freed her breasts, her legs buckled.
“Don’t touch me. I’m trying to explain my decision.” Damn the man. He was hot and he knew exactly how to get her started and keep her engine revved.
“Let’s finish what we began first.”
Startled by how fast he’d moved, she bowed her head and submitted. What good does it do me to fight him? None. From their first spin across the mattress, she’d known Elijah was the master of the bedroom. “I don’t know about this.”
“Yes, you do. If this is our last night together, we might as well make it one to remember. This is about fulfilling your fantasies, Wendy, and preparing to take your position in the pack.”
“Why do you talk like that?” Pack? I don’t understand.”
“Later.”
“I want an answer now.” Which is stupid since I expect him to tell me this and that and I can’t even give him a straight response.
He didn’t say a word but pulled her into his embrace. His hands caressed her ass, making her shiver. The burning fire in his green gaze warned he wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot. He jerked her against his erection. Her nipples hardened to tight buds. There was no denying her body lusted for him.
A gasp passed over her parted lips when he pulled the butt plug from her dark hole. “Oh, my,” she whispered. Twinges tingled in her pussy.
“It only gets better,” he said in a voice thick with desire.
“I’m not sure what I want anymore,” she admitted gravely. She almost added that was the answer to his ultimatum.
“I know.” He laid a kiss to the top of her head. He tossed the butt plug aside. It landed with a soft thud on the carpeting. Levering her thigh over his forearm, he spread her pussy lips. He plunged two fingers into her. His thumb stroked her clit. “Does this feel good?”
It was wondrous how he got her started and kept her wanting him. “Yes.”
“Then this will feel even better.” He thrust the other two fingers of his left hand into her ass. His arm held her firmly against him.
“I want you to fuck me.” Her statement of fact was ripped from her throat.
“Not yet.”
“Please.” Her next orgasm built with incredible speed. She let her head fall ba
ck, her long, blonde hair wafting as he stroked her closer to her climax. “No!” she cried when his fingers left her hanging on the edge.
“Get undressed and plant your ass on the table. I will command not only your obedience, but your orgasm.”
She shook her head. She wanted him now. Her body was screaming for him to pound her into tomorrow. To give her something to think about other than his ultimatum. To give her hope she wasn’t going to end up in a loveless marriage. “I can’t.”
“Just think of it. Sooner rather than later, you’ll be serving dinner to your family on that table. Can you imagine what their reaction would be if they knew you’d had every one of your delectable holes pounded on top that table?”
A blush warmed her cheeks. Vindictiveness had never entered her thoughts before now, but the idea had merit. She could picture her father spewing out his favorite port before storming out of the room. Her brain conjured up the image of her mother’s horrified expression. The proposal was poetic justice. It was the big, old up yours to the people who had tried to mold her into a doll with no common sense. Those who wanted to make her into a wannabe trust fund debutante whose biggest aspiration was nabbing the right man.
A giggle wafted from her. “Now that sounds like a hell of an idea.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Do you think I can handle all three of you?”
“If I didn’t think you could, John and DeShawn wouldn’t be here. Don’t worry, I’m in control of the play.” He brushed his finger down her cheek. “Remember, fool moon if you want out or need a break.”
“Okay.” She whispered the safe word to herself several times while she stripped out of the rest of her clothes.
Spinning around in a circle, she combed her fingers through her hair. “How do I look?”
“Keep your stilettos on.”
She did as he told her. Taking in her reflection in the vanity mirror, she was stunned by how the four-inch-high heels added not only height to her petite frame, but gave her legs a long, sexy look.
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