“On your knees,” he said against her mouth, and she dropped without hesitation like a good little fucktoy.
He took her throat fast, rough, no time for finesse. This wasn’t a scene — just him feeding the ache in his cock. No mercy. Just a hole to use. She gagged and clutched at his thighs, desperate for oxygen, but didn’t try to stop him.
When he was done with her mouth, he hauled her up like a sack of grain and tossed her over his shoulder, dumped her on the bed like the toy she was.
“Oh yeah, permission to get on the bed,” he smirked, after his dick was already inside her, claiming her slick cunt like it belonged to him. Because it did. Same as all her holes.
Two minutes later, he wanted her ass, pressed her legs higher, and made the switch — no warning, no extra lube, just pussy-slick cock and a hard thrust.
She squealed, made a fuss, and Silas rolled his eyes.Dramatic little whore. She could take it.Her ass was tight, yeah, but not enough to stop him from driving deep. If she could still squeal, she could still breathe.
His wolf was more tender than Silas had expected though, and gave him a warning when she was nearing her endurance, so he sped things up, got what he came for, and emptied into her ass with a grunt.
He chose a heavy stainless plug with a narrow neck she’d have to squeeze down on to keep from losing while she walked through the fancy restaurant.
And the whole rest of the night, too.
She’d be tight as hell for Boone later, and Silas grinned at the thought as he picked his pants up and headed for his own shower.
Forty minutes later, Kenny’s damned automated text program reminded everyone they needed to leave in three minutes to make their reservations, but they were already climbing into the SUV.
No one had mentioned Willow’s hundred-and-fifty-grand sports car when she’d first arrived. They’d assumed traveling nurses make a lot, and that’d seemed to confirm it, but now he wondered if it was a gift from the billionaire.
It probably didn’t matter, but it bugged him, thinking something the bastard might’ve paid for was on pack lands.
Bugged him enough, he considered talking to Brain about doing a little hacking to see who’d bought it. It felt a little stalkerish, and yet his wolf wholeheartedly agreed with the plan. If she’d bought it, they’d hurt her feelings by suggesting she hadn’t.
But if she hadn’t? He didn’t want it here.
That was Kenny’s call, not his, but he had a sneaking suspicion their Alpha would feel the same.
Hell, maybe Kenny had already looked into it.
What do we know about her car?He telepathed.
She bought it. Funds came from her account, and there’s no evidence he ever added to it. He bought her jewelry, clothes, and shoes, but no cars, and he didn’t give her money.
Silas had to suppress his chuckle. Kenny was on top of it.
He was also behind the wheel. They already knew Silas wanted the backseat with her, so Boone slid into the front passenger seat, and Silas watched their little fucktoy hawk climb into the back of the SUV.
Before Kenny made it the two miles to the main road, Silas had leaned sideways and reached beneath her dress.
His fingers slid up her thigh, into her folds, but he didn’t rush. It would take them forty minutes in traffic to get there. He stroked, circled, inserted, pulled out and rubbed all around her clit until her eyes rolled back in her head. He loved seeing her like this: needy, breathless, and trying so hard to behave, to make herself into what they needed even when she was so sore two fingers hurt. Even when they denied her release.
Her willingness to obey, to submit, meant giving the right balance of consequences and rewards would work to eventually reshape and mold her into the perfect little fucktoy she so desperately craved.
And he’d have fun pointing out shewantedto be what he was making of her.
He found her nipple through the fabric and pinched the fuck out of it, holding until she gasped, and then he twisted and pulled. She had no idea the levels of suffering he could put her through, but she’d find out if she chose to make this permanent.
Her knees pressed together, a futile defense against his hand. He spread them apart and slapped the inside of her left thigh a half dozen times to make his point, and then pressed two fingers inside, the heat a statement of how raw they’d made her. He curled and moved his fingers enough to make her bite her lip, then added a third, but without enough movement to let her find release. Oh no, he kept her teetering, close and then back. Over and over.
By the time Kenny parked, she was flushed and frustrated, her pulse fluttering under his palm.
* * * *
Boone climbed into the rear seat with their little hawk for the ride home.
