I lean in, letting my lips brush her ear as I say, “You think I can’t feel the heat you’re giving off? Do you think I can’t scent it? If I dived into you, I’d be buried in hell. I’d burn just as much as you’re burning for me.”
Her breath hitches, and I smile against her ear. “Get on your knees.”
She lowers herself to the floor in front of me, and my cock strains against my pants. I have to stifle a moan. My wolf growls inside me with want. Her submission is appealing to this predator. Watching our prey crawl to her demise is...
I suck in a breath.
Intoxicating.
Shit. She’s dangerous.
I have to look away to collect myself. I pretend to be bored, impatient and unimpressed. But there was everything impressive about the way her hips move and breasts sway. She is effortlessly sexy.
I don’t have a prayer. This vixen wasn’t sent by the Moon Goddess. But from the depths of hell, born of the most tempting sins and bent on breaking me of every moral I have.
I wipe a hand down my face.
Alright, alright. Get it together... She killed your father.At the reminder, my boner falls. But I still don’t trust myself. If she keeps this up, I’ll lose it.
I pull on the leash, cutting her crawl short, causing her to stumble. She catches herself before face planting and lifts into a tabletop position. When she does, I pet her head, smoothing her hair. And it takes everything for me not to grab a fistful and shove my dick down her throat.
Instead, I groan, “Good girl.”
People snicker and whisper amongst themselves at the sight of my pet. Her cheeks are red with embarrassment, and I’m loving every second of her humiliation. What’s almost just as enjoyable is the raw stench of their fear. I haven’t even used my alpha command and already, my people bare their necks in submission to me.
It’s working.
This must be what it’s like to be feared. Only a taste, and I’m drunk on authority. I made her crawl beside me all the way to the town hall, though I couldn’t watch her beside me. The sight of her ass and hips dipping was too much for me to handle. Countless pack meetings have been held here, but the buzz in the room is heightened today.
The place is packed with mermaids, witches, wolves from other packs and vampires—each accompanied by their representatives, parents or advisors. Many of the eligible bachelorettes on the “short list” the council had arranged weren’t even wolves. It seems every species is looking to find the next “super breed.”
A table is set at the front for my beta and me. The walls and floors are complete with cedar, along with the beams on the ceiling to really give it that cabin vibe. Off to the sides, near the tall windows are the pack’s flags with our crest. Heads turn as I enter with Jay. I click my teeth like you would to a horse and tug on the leash.
“Don’t click at me.”
There’s that attitude again. I bite back my grin.
Best. Punishment. Ever.
Tyler stands from his chair at the table at the head of the room. “Uh, dude? What’s with the stray?”
“I’m teaching a lesson.” My chair squeaks against the floor, then the one next to me—intended for my mother—follows, making the same sound.
I wave a finger at Jay. “Ah, ah, ah. No dogs on the furniture.” I point to the floor beside me and scoot the chair back in. “Sit.”
If her eyes could shoot lasers, they would have obliterated me. When she sits at my feet, I issue another command. “Stay... Good girl.”
She flicks me off.
“She’s not very obedient,” Tyler says.
I shrug. “She’s in training.”
Jay growls. Ignoring unwanted behavior is Training 101 but who could ignore her?
Alright, come on.I hype myself up.There are over thirty beautiful women to choose from.At least one of them has gotta have the potential to replace her.
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