by Delta James
She shook her head. Once again, he put his hand between her legs and began to stroke her. With each successive climax, her body found its way back to that pinnacle more easily and quickly. He backed off his stroking, removing his hand from where her pleasure was centered. He enjoyed that instinctively she knew she wanted more. This time when she pushed at his hand it was to direct it back between her legs.
“Jean-Michel? Please?”
“Please what, beloved.”
She pushed at his hand. “Pleasure me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
He seemed to suddenly change his mind and pressed his thumb against her clit as he began to pump his fingers inside her. She was almost ready to climax when he stopped. She screamed in frustration. “You bastard!”
He laughed. “Again, beloved, we must work on your pillow talk. Would you like me to give you another orgasm?”
“Very much.”
“Then ask me to mount you. Ask me to claim your pussy as mine.” He could see the fear creep back in her eyes. “I will not knot or mark you until you wish me to do so. You liked when my fingers were inside you stroking you, yes?”
She nodded.
“Then imagine if something that would fill you more completely was doing the same.”
“You won’t force the knot?”
He nuzzled her and smiled, vowing to kill the man who had so abused her that she feared what should bring her the greatest joy as his mate. “No, my sweet. And if you look you can see that it has gone down since I brought you to our bed.”
She looked down. The knot had gone down in size, but his cock was hard and looked uncomfortable for him. But, she believed him when he said it was capable of bringing her even more pleasure. “Jean-Michel?”
“Yes, ma choue.”
“Mount me,” she whispered, kissing him of her own accord for the first time.
“Do not fear, mate. My cock will only bring you pleasure… even when you don’t want it to.”
As she giggled, the fear left her eyes and he rolled over on top of her. Her thighs parted easily for him to settle between them. Slowly he breached her opening and sank into her. The knot, while still present, had lost most of its size and rigidity and she barely noticed when it too entered her body.
Darby realized he hadn’t lied. His tongue and fingers had provided her with great erotic pleasure. His cock took that pleasure and amplified it. She felt full of him and felt her entire pussy being stroked from its entrance to its end. His length was complemented by girth and her entire circumference was being stroked in the most exquisite way. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she almost orgasmed beneath him before he took his first stroke. He grasped her hips and began to thrust in and out of her slowly. As he thrust forward the third time, he was gratified as her body came undone beneath him and she climaxed for him again, grasping at his arms. He stilled within her and let her ride the crest of her orgasm without being distracted by anything. When her body stilled, he began his slow stroking again.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, “Faster. Harder.” She wrapped her body around him and flexed her fingers into his back. “More.”
He chuckled, delighting in her need. “You, wench, do not tell me how to fuck you. But trust that I will do so until you are exhausted and sore from my attentions.”
He continued to stroke her slowly but deeply. Jean-Michel enjoyed how she responded to him. He could feel that she no longer thought to withhold any part of her response.
“Jean-Michel, please?”
He stopped.
“No,” she wailed.
“Now that I have you where I want you, my naughty mate, let us come to an understanding. You are my mate. I will give you some time to declare it on your own. If you don’t, I’ll bring witnesses into our room and force you to declare either on your back or face down over my knee.”
He began to move hard against her. She lost track of time and space, all she could do was feel. He had captured her completely. She could do nothing but respond to him. She knew that he was deliberately taking his time in satisfying himself. His only thought seemed to be how long and hard he could pleasure her before succumbing to his need to drive deeply and release himself into her. As he continued to move within her, Darby’s pussy began to pulse in rhythm to his stroking. Her hips moved in rhythm to his as much as he would allow. She felt another orgasm begin to well up and envelop her as he stroked harder and faster and finally thrust home to empty himself deep within her.
Darby had always wanted the men she’d been with to get up and leave when they finished with her. But she clung to Jean-Michel. “Don’t leave,” she whispered, hating herself for her weakness.
He nuzzled her and showed no inclination to go anywhere. “I will never leave you unless they are putting one of us in the ground.” He slowly slid from her body and rolled over on his back next to her. He gathered her close, tucking her in under his shoulder and encouraging her to rest her head on his chest. “Sleep while you can, beloved. My cock will recover after a bit and I will take you again.”
He held one of her hands in his and rested his other arm protectively on her hip with his hand gently cupping her bruised and swollen ass. She settled against him and listened as his breathing deepened and he began to sleep.
She stayed where she was and let her silent tears fall. When they were over, she wiped them away with her free hand. She had barely fallen asleep when she felt her mate’s cock start to harden. He nuzzled her and began to kiss her. He ran his hand down between her legs and smiled when he found the small pool of her nectar at the entrance to her core. “Again?” he questioned quietly.
She nodded and rolled over on her back, wincing as her bottom made contact again with the mattress. He chuckled at her discomfort. “Bastard,” she hissed quietly.
“Mate,” he corrected as he parted her thighs with his own and without any foreplay, drove into her again. This time as he sank deep, she arched up, surprising both of them with the strength of her response and her climax. “Good, mate.”
Once again, he held her hips in his hands to still her from moving with him. Jean-Michel needed her to learn from the beginning that he dominated in all areas of their life, including her sexual pleasure. He rode her hard and long the second time. This time when he emptied himself within her, she was exhausted. As he withdrew from her body, he kissed her deeply and pulled her back into his embrace.
“Do not cry, beloved. I will ensure that no one but I ever causes you pain again.”
“I’m not crying,” she said.
“But you were earlier.”
“How could you know that? You were asleep.”
“The men of our pack are very sensitive to our mates. There is little a naughty girl can keep secret. Rest. I will have need of you again this night before we sleep. I have to leave you to go down to join our hosts for dinner.”
“Am I not going with you?”
“No. Naughty mates are confined to their rooms. I will have food brought up to you. If you behave while I’m downstairs, you can return to the party for breakfast.”
“I would rather go downstairs.”
“I’m sure you would. But when you misbehave you often don’t get to do things you wanted. You will remain up here.”
Jean-Michel watched with fascination as she bristled and her anger reared its ugly head. “So, you’ll have need of me after you return?”
He laughed. “Yes. So, rest while you can.”
“You’re off to enjoy yourself and I can’t leave the room. You expect me to just sit here and wait for you and then flop on my back and spread my legs for your use? That’s not fair and I’m not going to put up with it.”
Jean-Michel kissed her, letting her feel his strength. “Enough, Darby. You will do as you’re told and remain up here. There’s a man outside the door, and one under the window. Do not think to run from me. If you do, I will not be as understanding as I was earlier this aft
ernoon. When I return, your behavior while I’m gone will determine whether I make love to you or spank you again before doing so.”
Chapter Six
Jean-Michel took a shower and got dressed to go downstairs. Darby was curled up in the window seat ignoring him. He walked over to her and stroked her hair. She pushed his hand away. He responded by bringing her off the window seat, sitting down, and pulling her across his knee.
“Naughty mate. Haven’t I warned you about pushing at my hands when they stroke you?” He quickly spanked her ten times as she tried desperately to get away from him. His hand reignited the heat he had created earlier when spanking her. “Answer me, Darby.”
“Bastard.”
“Mate. Answer me or do you need another reminder?”
“No,” she said quickly. “I’m not to push your hands away.”
“Good girl.” He stood and grinned as he saw her nipples were quickly hardening with arousal. He leaned down to give each of her nipples a quick kiss. “Give me a kiss.”
She stood naked in his arms. She truly despised him and her body’s response to him. Her nipples were getting hard and she could feel she was getting wet. He quirked his eyebrow at her; the question and threat of another quick spanking did not need to be verbalized.
“Fine,” she said and kissed him. She’d meant it only to be a light pressing of her lips to his, but he caught her behind her head and pulled her close so he could deepen the kiss. She hated the way her body acted in response to his physical presence.
When he’d finished his leisurely plundering of her mouth, he let her step back. He was grinning from ear to ear. She deliberately drew the back of her hand across her mouth.
He shook his head and laughed. “Naughty mate. I will address that behavior tonight when I return. I will have something sent up to you.”
“I don’t want anything but to get away from you.”
“But you will never get away from me. We are fated mates. I will always find you. And remember what I told you. Run from me and resist my call? You will find yourself with a welted bottom for your trouble. Now be a good girl. I look forward to having the wanton vixen I had beneath me earlier present when I return.”
Jean-Michel crossed the room and went out the door, locking it behind him. Darby looked around and could only find his clothes. She slipped the shirt back on and went back to the window seat.
* * *
Jean-Michel stopped in the kitchen on his way to where the guests were gathering. He spoke quickly with Dylan’s excellent chef, asking him to ensure that the two men guarding Darby were fed. He asked that Darby be given whatever she wanted.
His men and his mate’s needs seen to, he joined the others. He made his way to Skylar to introduce himself and to assure her of his mate’s well-being. He also asked to speak privately with Dylan and Skylar after the party broke up.
His beta, JD, had spoken with him at dinner and told him that he felt called to Megan. When Jean-Michel had congratulated him, JD had reminded him that the girls of Bae Diogel were to go to different packs and to alphas if at all possible. Jean-Michel had laughed and reminded him that their pack had been kidnapping willing women for hundreds of years and that he saw no reason to stop now if the need arose.
After dinner, Skylar offered to show him to Dylan’s study. He followed her into the study and closed the doors behind him.
“Let us be honest with each other,” Jean-Michel said, hoping to allay her concerns. “You are not happy about any of this, save maybe finding your own mate. You are concerned for your girls and most likely at this moment for my Darby.”
“How honest would you like me to be?”
He laughed. “As honest as you want. This conversation and the way it is delivered goes no further than me.”
“Then yes, I’m quite concerned about Darby. The bastard she was previously mated to beat her repeatedly. You should have taken care with how you disciplined her. Did anyone tell you any of her background?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not until this afternoon. I know that the bastard to whom she was mated before beat her. Dylan sent detailed dossiers on each of the girls to those of us who were invited. I must confess, I only scanned them. Having gone back and read Darby’s, there is mention of her abuse. But she is not the delicate, traumatized victim you would make her out to be. She took her spanking quite well. Oh, she kicked and cursed and carried on like you girls are wont to do, but she never showed an ounce of fear. She knows she deserved to be spanked for her little escapade this afternoon. She heard me call to her. She ran anyway. She is my life mate. Seeing that bastard’s mark on her is repugnant to me, but I know being marked by me is repugnant to her so I would ask for your insight on whether or not to mark her tonight as my own.”
“And if I were to tell you that she would hate you forever if you forced your mark on her?”
He laughed again. “I would tell you that was impossible. No one can hate me for long if I choose to be charming. And I assure you, I will use all of my charm on my mate. She said it would not, but I would ask you, would it make her heart more at ease to know the bastard who harmed her was dead?”
“Would you kill him for her?”
“Within the space of a heartbeat.”
After a brief discussion that Jean-Michel found informative, Dylan joined them. “My apologies for keeping you waiting. I see my mate has been entertaining you.”
“Enlightening as well as entertaining. You are well matched to your mate, my friend. She will be an excellent addition to your pack as my Darby will be to mine. To that end, I wondered if you had given any thought to placing another of your girls within my pack? I thought perhaps with a member of her former pack, it might make transitioning back into a more traditional pack easier for her.”
“The Ruling Council wouldn’t care for it, nor would a number of the men here. As it is there aren’t enough to go around.” Dylan leaned over and kissed Skylar. “And I know, your girls aren’t candy to be passed around. But you didn’t find the rest of them objectionable, did you?”
“No; quite the contrary, with the exception of that rogue from New Orleans, they seemed a rather likeable lot,” Skylar said.
“You wound me, mistress,” Jean-Michel laughed.
Dylan chuckled as well. “I can’t get them right all of the time.” Then he sobered. “Did you have anyone in mind?”
“I would be open to any of them. They’re all lovely. Some a bit more spirited than others, but nothing that we can’t handle. I brought three of my unmated men with me but have another five at home.” He smiled. “I must say that all three of the men with me have expressed a strong interest in being gifted with any of these girls, but one I think may have heard a calling.”
“Your beta?”
Jean-Michel nodded. “Indeed. I would choose to see him mated. As you well know, a strong beta is an alpha’s best asset notwithstanding a beautiful mate. And the strongest beta is one well mated.”
Skylar laughed at him. He grinned at her. “But a good beta keeps his alpha safe.”
“But what is safety compared to her who loves you and keeps you warm at night?” asked Jean-Michel in a voice dripping with honeyed molasses.
Both Dylan and Skylar laughed out loud. Dylan turned to Skylar. “Darby doesn’t stand a chance. He’ll win her over in no time.”
Skylar nodded in agreement. “So, who has he set his eye on?”
“Megan.”
Jean-Michel made his case for his beta being allowed to take Megan as his mate. Dylan asked leave to discuss the matter with his mate as well as the ranking members of his pack. Jean-Michel was not unaware that allowing this might well cause Dylan trouble.
Jean-Michel went to find JD and apprise him of the situation. They were out on the patio and saw one of Dylan’s men fetch Megan to his study.
JD immediately became concerned.
“Have a care, mon ami,” said Jean-Michel. “If Megan answers them truthfully, I am confident we
will have their blessing. And if not, we will simply abscond in the night with our mates and they are welcome to visit us in New Orleans.”
JD laughed. “You really do have pirate blood in you!”
Jean-Michel smiled. “I do indeed. But I wish they would get on with it. I feel my mate needs me.”
“Are you that far gone that you can’t be parted from her?”
“Partly, yes. But more to the point, she’s up there alone in our room. She’s already proven capable of slipping her leash.”
“Perhaps you should have left her naked and tied to your bed.”
“The thought does have a certain appeal. But I’m trying more to persuade her rather than force the issue.”
“And you paddling her backside… is that your idea of persuasion?”
Jean-Michel laughed. “As a matter of fact it is… and it worked very well, I spent a most enjoyable afternoon between my mate’s thighs hearing her call my name. Gods, is there anything sweeter?”
“No, my friend. I am very happy for you. I only hope…”
His thought was interrupted by Matthew, who was searching for them. “Dylan would like to see you both in the study.”
Both men accompanied him back to Dylan’s study. JD looked visibly concerned until they entered the room and Megan beamed at him and flung herself across the room and into his arms.
Jean-Michel laughed and clapped his hands together. “I take it, my friend Dylan, that you have granted my request to allow my pack to claim two of the lovely ladies from Bae Diogel?”
“I think it’s that or they run off together.”
“God, I’d hate to have to look for another beta. This one has had my back since we were boys.” He turned to Megan. “I take it the idea of being mated to this great sot you have your arms around is not totally reprehensible to you?”
“No, Alpha. Thank you.”
“Jean-Michel, little one. And ‘tis my pleasure to welcome you into our family. Dylan, would you like to make an announcement in the morning and have them wait until then to have JD claim her?”