Chapter 30: Chapter 30

MYRA

~Three days of non-stop sex in our private bubble~, Myra thought as her moans echoed against the bathroom walls.

What had started as an innocent soak in the tub turned into Myra on her knees, bent slightly over the side of the tub, with Sloan drilling into her from behind.

He had one hand between her folds, playing with her clit, while his other hand had a death grip on the smooth porcelain edge of the tub. Her orgasm was nearing.

She leaned back and allowed her head to fall onto his shoulder. The overwhelming sensation of pleasure boiled throughout her body.

“Fuck! Myra…,” Sloan groaned in her ear as he slid his bulbous knot into her body, locking them together.

Through hooded eyes, Myra saw Sloan’s grip tighten on the porcelain, so she wickedly clenched her core around his pulsing member.

Sloan’s knuckles were almost white from how tightly he was gripping the tub. She gasped when a loud crack echoed in the room, and pieces of the porcelain tub crumbled in the palm of his hand.

Myra giggled as a string of expletives erupted from him. However, his hips never stopped the short jabs into hers. She leaned up onto her hands, pumping her hips backward to meet his punishing thrusts.

“Sloan,” she moaned again, letting him know she was about to leap into the blissful void of orgasmic contentment.

Sloan roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side as he sank his canines into her neck.

When he pierced her skin, he triggered her orgasm. Myra saw stars, and all her senses went into overdrive. Her core clamped shut around his member, causing him to prematurely release her neck.

“Shit, I’m cumming!” he roared. His hips continued to jerk against hers as he spurted his seed inside her. So hot. So filling.

Myra grabbed his hand that was still playing with her clit as she shivered in his arms. After the last of his seed spurted into her, she felt Sloan licking her neck to close the wounds from his bite.

They needed a moment to catch their breath and wait for his knot, still embedded in her body, to disappear.

Once her breathing and heart rate returned to normal, Myra said, “A new tub is now on the list of things to purchase for the house.” She giggled. She felt the rumbles of his chest on her back as he chuckled at her comment.

She still couldn’t believe how destructive this heat was. They’d destroyed the marble bar top in the common room and an exercise bench in the gym.

Sloan’s claws had also messed up the island in the kitchen after he’d officially proposed to her. Her smile brightened as she gazed down at her engagement ring.

At the thought of their kitchen activities, she unconsciously clenched around his cock, and Sloan growled in her ear. She moaned and wiggled on his trapped member. His hand locked onto her hips, stopping her movements.

“Have mercy on a man, woman.” He groaned as if in pain.

“Admit it. You’re enjoying this,” she purred, figuratively poking the wolf.

“When this issue with the rogues is over, we’re getting our own place. I quite like the idea of you constantly naked, and me fucking you on every available surface.” He started kissing her neck above her mark.

“So, the wedding?” He attempted to change the topic away from sex.

“I refuse to be a pregnant bride.” She smiled, looking over her shoulder, and they kissed. As their tongues caressed each other, Myra felt him hardening inside her.

She broke the kiss and whispered against his lips. “I thought you wanted me to show you mercy?”

“I’m still part man,” he replied, kissing her again sweetly, and shorter this time. “So do you want to get married before or after the pup is born?”

“Let’s wait and see if your seed did indeed take root,” she whispered, as his hand crept around her waist and cradled her flat stomach.

“I’m an alpha. Trust me, it took root. Most likely from the first knotting on Friday,” Sloan said, and she could hear the cockiness and pride in his voice.

Just then, his cock slid out of her body, and their stomachs growled.

“Time to feed my wolfman again.” She turned around and kissed him before climbing out of the tub. Sloan smacked her wet butt as she grabbed a towel for each of them.

He climbed out of the tub, and she handed him the fluffy material. Once dried, Sloan helped her slip into her robe, and she exited the bathroom as he shrugged into his own.

Myra blushed at the mess they’d made of the bedroom. It looked like a war zone. She tiptoed over wood splinters from one of the destroyed pillars of their bed.

Her blush deepened at the memory of Sloan kicking it as she rode him just hours ago. The headboard was also broken from vigorous banging against the wall.

Parts of the drywall behind the bed were cracked and crumbled from the headboard’s assault, as well as deep claw marks in the wall.

Furthermore, their claws had dug into the memory foam of the mattress. The microfiber was littered on and around the bed and floor. Myra bent over and picked up the shredded bedding.

~Our animals were insatiable.~ She shook her head, throwing the blanket onto the ruined bed.

“I think your heat is subsiding. That last knot disappeared quicker than the others,” Sloan commented, gently nudging her chin with his knuckles, and he gazed into her eyes. “And your eyes aren’t glowing as brightly as before.”

“We need a new bed.”

“That we do. But it’s Sunday. We can sleep in a guest room tonight.”

“You mean destroy another room?” She smirked, and he simply kissed her forehead.

“We—” he started to answer when a buzzing noise stopped him. They both looked around the room, chuckling. The sound was vibrating from somewhere in the room.

Eventually, Sloan found his ringing cell phone under the bed. Just as he found it, it stopped ringing.

“Declan, Tristan, and Dad tried calling me, plus some clan leaders and other alphas. Something must have happened.”

Sloan frowned, and Myra could see the magic of their weekend disappear.

“Return their calls, and I’ll bring up some food for us.” Myra kissed his shoulder and exited the room. Descending the main stairwell, she jumped when someone started banging on the front door.

“Sloan! Myra!” Declan shouted, rattling the door on its hinges.

Myra continued down the stairs, but Sloan’s voice stopped her.

“Myra, don’t answer that door dressed like that. Go get changed, babe,” Sloan ordered, running down the stairs in a pair of sweatpants. He waited for her to climb back up the stairs.

From the top of the stairs, she heard some beeping and Sloan opening the door.

Soon, Declan’s voice bellowed up at her, “Myra, stop!”

She wasn’t sure what was happening, but she stopped in her tracks. There was a brief heated discussion between Sloan and Declan, then Sloan roared in anger, shaking the house.

“Angel, go to the den instead,” Sloan barked up at her.

~Fuck this shit!~ Myra thought. “Stop ordering me around,” she snapped, turning and smacking suddenly into Sloan’s solid bare chest. She hadn’t heard him race up the stairs.

When she looked up into his eyes, she frowned in confusion. ~Well, this is a first.~

His eyes were pitch black, and rage was rolling off him in waves.

“What’s going on?” she asked, just as Declan breezed past them and entered their bedroom.

“HEY!” she called out, taking a step toward their room, but Sloan’s hand closed around her wrist, stopping her.

“Don’t,” Sloan said, however, his manner was too calm for her liking. “Did you find it?” he called out to Declan.

“Not yet,” Declan’s disembodied voice replied.

“Find what?” Myra asked Sloan, suddenly nervous.

“There’ve been several developments, including five new bodies, and this picture, left with one of the victims,” Sloan answered, handing her a letter-size glossy picture.

The image on the page caused Myra to gasp and blush in embarrassment. It was an erotic and intimate photo of her and Sloan locked in a lovers’ embrace.

Myra was straddling Sloan on their bed, and his nails were clawing down her back while he sank his teeth into her neck. The angle of the photo showed that it had been taken from some part of their bedroom.

Sloan turned the photo over, and the words on the back made her blood run cold.

~Looks like fun. Can’t wait to play with the little vixen again.~

“What the hell?” she said under her breath. Then the realization of Sloan’s sudden change in mood and Declan’s search in their bedroom dawned on her. “Who else saw this?” she asked, and Sloan growled.

Unexpectedly, Declan started laughing and then shouted, “Aha! Got it.” He walked out of their bedroom. “It was hidden in the top corner of one of your bed pillars.”

He held out his hand to show them a small, inconspicuous device. If they hadn’t known what they were looking for, they would never have seen it.

“I want this house searched with a fine-tooth comb, ranked members only,” Sloan commanded, and Declan nodded.

Myra was glad that Declan acted like a professional and simply ignored the disaster in their bedroom. She watched him walk off, already barking orders into his phone.

“The attack before I’d claimed you was one thing, but invading our privacy is another matter.”

“I feel exposed,” she whispered, and Sloan wrapped his hand around her, pulling her close against his warmth. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly when she felt the featherlight touch of his lips on her head.

“Now it’s war,” Sloan growled, and his hold on her tightened.