Chapter 25: Chapter 25

MYRA

Hours later, after indulging in a magical evening of great food, deep conversation, and lots of sexual teasing, Myra found herself on her back, lying on a soaking wet duvet with her wrists bound by his necktie.

Her pajama pants and undies were long gone, and a layer of sweat plastered the top of her pajamas to her body.

Sloan’s massive frame was wedged between her thighs as he feasted on her. She shivered as her back arched. He was slowly licking her clit and pumping two thick fingers into her weeping, oversensitive sex.

He was proving to be the master of control, especially when she realized belatedly that he’d hatched a new plan and each tease was different.

He would either wring out a mind-blowing orgasm from her or sit back and watch her tremble and wither beneath him as he brought her within inches of release.

~Six goddamn times! I’m mated to the devil!~ Her breathing increased as she felt number seven swiftly approaching.

Each came fast and furious the more he teased her, but she wasn’t sure if the devil between her legs would let her leap into the blissful void or deny her the pleasure.

She circled her hips against his mouth while wiggling on his fingers. She gasped as the pressure increased, and he released her clit with a soft pop.

She clenched her core to keep a firm grip on his fingers, but that resulted in Sloan tapping on her sensitive, pulsing clit with his freed wet fingers, hard.

Myra’s eyes rolled in her head, and she moaned out loud from the shock.

“Behave, my little angel,” he mumbled, moving his head to kiss her inner thigh. She gasped when she felt him bite down on the spot he’d just kissed.

Sloan sat back on his kneeling legs and stared down at her with white eyes. His hair looked like a lion’s mane from her tugging at it, and his lips and beard glistened and dripped with her secretions.

“How the hell does he possess such control?”

He smirked at her, sucking her juices off his tormenting fingers. “I don’t possess it. my wolf is howling like a motherfucker because I haven’t slid my cock into you yet.”

Myra felt herself heat up in embarrassment as she realized she had spoken her thoughts out loud. She covered her face, but it was slightly uncomfortable, since her wrists were bound.

Sloan chuckled and gently pulled her hands away.

“I rather like you in this position, hands bound above you, your silky top almost transparent with your sweat,” he said, flicking her nipple with his middle finger, “and your thighs opened wide in invitation.”

He moved down her body and rubbed the pad of his index finger down her stomach and drifted lower. Myra arched her back and moaned again as goosebumps broke out all over her body.

“Sloan,” she begged, close to tears as her receding orgasm started building up again.

“Oh, baby, have you reached your limit?” he asked, and she nodded. “Are you going to tease me again?”

She stopped and carefully thought about it. “Yes, I most definitely will.”

“That’s my girl.” He smiled lovingly at her, moving back up her body to kiss her deeply. She hooked her leg onto his hip, enjoying the dueling action of their tongues.

Myra tasted herself, along with the red wine from earlier, on his lips, and it was a heavenly taste. Sloan moved, and then she moaned in surprise as he slid his hard member into her.

She felt him fumble with the restraints, clumsily releasing her lips so he could focus on untying her hands. Once her hands were freed, she immediately dragged her nails down his hard-as-steel back.

She giggled at the growl that erupted from him. He shifted to get a firmer grip on her hips, and he set about ramming hard into her.

Myra laid her head back and closed her eyes as her orgasm finally took hold. All her senses were engaged, from Sloan’s grunts in her ears to the dripping of his sweat onto her chest to the punishing thrusts of his body into hers.

His grip on her hips was almost painful, but he changed the angle, and she exploded, screaming into the empty room.

“My little geyser!” he groaned, jerking against her.

Myra felt like her soul momentarily left her body as she collapsed on the duvet. She bit her lip, moaning as Sloan used her body to chase his own release.

Her eyes rolled when she felt the first blast of Sloan’s cum squirting inside her. He kept on pumping his hips until he milked himself dry.

She opened her arms, and he collapsed onto her sweaty chest as both of them fought to catch their breath.

“I seriously wished I’d saved my virginity for you,” she mumbled, and he chuckled into her breasts. The coarse texture of his beard tickled her. She cupped his cheek, playfully scratching his beard.

“You say the most interesting things when you’re high on an orgasm,” he replied, snuggling deeper into her chest.

Myra moved her hand from his beard and raked it through his hair to play with the silky strands, sighing in contentment.

“But it’s true. You’re quite a compassionate and thorough lover,” she explained, then sighed heavily. “And I seriously don’t want to move.”

He wrapped his arms around her.

“I love you,” she whispered to him.

Sloan nuzzled her hair, then kissed the back of her head. “I love you more.” He yawned, and soon his breathing evened out.

“I love you most.” Myra grinned, quoting her favorite Disney movie before sleep also claimed her.

***

~BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ…~

Myra groaned and stretched out her hand, feeling for her phone, which was buzzing near her head. Something crashed onto the floor as she waved her hand on the bedside table before she found her device. “Hello?”

“Well, well. Someone sounds like they had a loonnngggg night,” Megan’s voice cooed playfully over the phone.

“What do you want?” Myra said in a gravelly voice. She had to clear her throat as she waited for Megan to speak.

“Testy, testy. Get dressed. We’re breaking you out.” She laughed, and it only further annoyed Myra.

Myra was mid-eye-roll when her words sank in. “Who’s we?”

“Hey, sis. We’re twenty minutes away.” Her sister’s voice came across the phone line as well.

“Myrielle? What are you two up to?” she asked, sitting up and glancing over to the side of the bed to see what she knocked over. It was just her ChapStick, so she left it on the ground for now.

“A kidnapping. We’re getting day drunk. So get dressed and we’ll see you soon,” Megan said proudly.

They hung up and Myra stretched her arms over her head, groaning as she worked her stiff, sore muscles. She wasn’t sure if it was from their physical activities or sleeping on the ground or a combination of both.

She took a quick shower and was in the middle of pulling a short white floral dress over her head when she heard a knock on their door.

“Megan and Myrielle are downstairs,” Leanne said in confusion, looking at Myra from head to toe.

“Thanks for letting me know. Let’s go.” She smiled brightly at her, pulling the door closed.

“Uh, go where?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. The girls just said to get dressed.”

“I’ll feel a lot better if you call the alpha and let him know,” Leanne said nervously. Myra smiled and handed Leanne her cardigan and wallet. She dialed Sloan’s number as they walked down to meet the girls.

“Angel?” Sloan answered on the first ring. She grinned at the worried tone in his voice. Just hearing his voice brought a smile to her face.

“Hi. I’m just calling to inform you that I’m heading out with the girls.”

There was a pause before he answered, “Heading out where?” The change in the tone of his voice caused Myra to stop walking.

“I don’t know yet.”

“I really wished you’d said something yesterday.”

“I’m sorry, this isn’t an ‘I’m calling for consent’ call. It’s an ‘I’m on my way out of the door’ call,” she snapped at him.

~How dare he?~

“Myra, it’s not safe out there with rogues and Elizabeth on the loose. I need you safe.” He tried arguing, but the damage was already done.

“And I will be. I’ll have Leanne with me,” she replied through clenched teeth.

She heard him sigh heavily, and Myra stayed silent as anger raged through her. “Have Leanne drive. And don’t forget your appointment at two. Lastly, we will discuss this later.”

“There’s nothing to discuss,” Myra said. She knew she was being unreasonable, but she would never admit it to him, at least not now.

He sighed again. This time, it sounded full of frustration. “Leanne will bring you to the office before your appointment. Be safe, and I love you.”

“I love you too.” She ended the call, glancing over at Leanne, who was a discreet distance away staring down at her cell phone.

“He wants you to drive, then deliver me to his office before my doctor’s appointment at two.”

“Sorry for getting you in trouble,” Leanne offered.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. While I understand his concerns, Sloan needs to learn that I’m not some innocent weakling who he can easily command.”

“Alpha Sloan doesn’t know what he got himself into?”

“Nope.” Myra smiled, setting aside her anger, and linked her arm with Leanne’s. Together, they continued down to the foyer where Megan and Myrielle awaited them.

“I see what you meant by the glow,” Myrielle whispered loudly to Megan as Myra came into view, and they both burst out laughing.

“Isn’t she just radiating sexual euphoria?” Megan teased, hanging on to Myrielle and laughing.

“Oh shut up,” Myra snapped at them and then pointed to her twin. “You looked exactly like this when you and Benji first got together.” Myrielle stopped laughing and glared at her.

“And you,” she continued, pointing to Megan, “you can look like this whenever you decide to pull your head out of the sand and get with Declan.”

Both of them gasped in mock shock before hugging Myra tightly. She felt the last of her anger dissipate when their familiar scents surrounded her.

“Leanne will be joining us,” Myra said when they released her. “Where are we going, by the way?”

“To have an alcohol-infused brunch.” Megan beamed.

“Well, some of us.” Myrielle sighed, glancing down at her milk-enlarged breasts, poking them gently.

“You should have worn a halter top. Those bad boys would get us free drinks. Hell, free lunch,” Megan teased, shaking her head at Myrielle’s simple button-down blue-and-white-striped shirt and skinny jeans.

Megan reached over, attempting to unbutton her top button, but Myrielle smacked her hands away.

“First of all, leave me alone. Secondly, I had a baby two weeks ago. And thirdly, not everyone wishes to flaunt their body like you,” Myrielle barked at her.

“Did you just call me a whore?”

“If the crop top doesn’t fit, then yes.”

“Why, thank you.” Megan smiled, posing in her maroon off-the-shoulder crop top and low-rise skinny jeans.

The two started bickering, and Myra leaned over to Leanne to whisper into her ear. “I’m so glad you’re coming with us.”

Leanne smirked. “Are they always like this?”

Megan and Myrielle turned to Leanne and spoke in unison. “Worse.” They continued to bicker.

“Two things before we leave,” Myra interrupted. “Sloan would prefer that Leanne drive, and I have a doctor’s appointment at two.”

“So what you’re saying is, you plan to get day drunk with me.” Megan smiled, clapping her hands in glee.

“Oh, she’s ~so~ going to get day drunk with you.” Myrielle laughed. “And I can live vicariously through you both.”

Myra rolled her eyes before answering, “Why, whenever I say A, you girls hear B straight to Z.”

Megan threw her arm around Myra’s neck and kissed her cheek. “Because we love you and know what’s best for you.”