“Don’t put him down!
What if he runs?”
I exclaim.
He’s not on a leash or anything.
I can’t believe Billy drove with him out of the carrier.
It’s so dangerous.
Billy ignores me.
“Pee there and get back inside,” he commands, as if the little dog understands him.
As if Pepper won’t run off and make us chase him or get lost or run over or any of the things that could happen to a little dog in the city.
Strangely, Pepper does exactly as he’s told, lifting one leg to pee, and then bounding back in the car.
“In the backseat,” Billy growls.
“Your mom sits there.”
Once more, Pepper obeys.
It’s downright weird.
I climb in the car.
“I guess you speak dog.
He doesn’t listen to me like that.”
“I do.”
Billy shuts the door and walks around to his side.
He pulls his phone out and opens up a restaurant delivery app then hands it to me and starts the car.
“Order us some food to be delivered to your place.”
A half dozen retorts flit through my head about how he’s being presumptuous in inviting himself over to my place, but I realize I love it.
I love his take-chargeness, and I love that he would even want to come into my place.
I wouldn’t have imagined him ever setting foot through my door.
But then I wouldn’t have imagined him entering the door of All Night either.
Most of all, I don’t say anything because I want this.
I’ve had a taste of Billy White in bed, and it definitely wasn’t enough.
I scroll through the restaurant options.
“What do you want to eat?”
I ask.
He glances at me as he pulls into the street, and his eyes seem to glow under the street lights.
“You.”
I smirk.
No objections here.
He eats pussy like a champ.
“Get what you want because I’ll be feasting on you tonight, Aubrey.”
Billy
The moment she brings me upstairs-with the dog smuggled under her shirt because, apparently, she’s not allowed to have pets-I start ripping her clothes off.
I’ve waited long enough for this.
My self control is waning, and I am a man who normally controls every urge.
I don’t let anything or anyone master me.
I toss her shirt on the floor as I back her in the direction of the bedrooms.
She toes off her boots.
I unbutton her skirt and yank it down her hips.
When Pepper gives a little bark of excitement, I silence him with a growl.
One good fuck.
One good fuck, and I’ll get her out of my system.
The problem is just that I haven’t come inside her yet.
Once I get that relief, I’ll have scratched my itch for a human, and I can move on.
That’s what I tell myself as her scent invades my nostrils in delectable nutmeg and honey notes.
I’m on edge, a twisted coil of unmet desire and celebration at having her nearly naked.
I pick her up by the waist and walk her the rest of the way to the bedroom.
When her eyes widen, I realize I forgot to make her look heavy.
Her room is like her-a jumbled mess of chaos and color.
Her furniture looks like thrift market finds, mismatched wooden pieces painted in bright, cheery colors to pull it all together.
“This time I’m in charge,” I assert, tossing her into the center of the bed.
I let her have her fun last time, but tonight the leash on my control is frayed.
“You think so?” she challenges, but her pupils dilate so wide her cinnamon eyes look onyx.
Her pillowy lips part.
When I yank the straps of her bra down, I discover the points of her nipples hardened into stiff peaks.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it this way.”
I slip my fingers between her legs, ghosting them over the gusset of her pale pink panties.
“Lie to me, but don’t lie to yourself.”
Her panties instantly grow damp.
The scent of her arousal makes my dick harder than steel.
Aubrey’s body is ripe for me.
Ready for my plunder.
And tonight, I do intend to plunder.
I slide one hand over her ass cheek and squeeze.
“I think tonight we’ll go for a good old-fashioned over the knee spanking.”
Continuing to knead her ass with one hand, I slide the fingers of my other hand inside her panties.
“Mmm.
Nice and wet.”
I tease her sopping entrance, “You’re excited for your punishment.”
I make a show of unbuckling my belt.
Aubrey’s gaze tracks the movement, and I detect a ripple of uncertainty.
I should keep up the pretense, make her believe I’m going to use it to whip her, but my wolf doesn’t like the tinge of nervousness in her scent.
“It’s for your wrists, Silver.”
I sit on the edge of her bed and loop the belt over her torso, letting it catch her waist to drag her over to me.
Her legs skid over the side of the bed next to mine, and she sits up, pushing her wild mane of hair out of her face.
“Unless you want me to use it on your ass.”
“Pass.”
“Come here, beautiful.”
I open my legs and manipulate her body, so she’s lying over one thigh with her torso on the bed and her feet on the floor.
I take my time pulling the pink panties down below the curves of her ass.
Her long black curls sprawl across her back and shoulders.
She looks gorgeous as hell, and my wolf loves having her at my mercy like this.
Wait, no.
Maybe that’s my human side.
It’s hard to tell.
We both want her under us tonight, screaming her pleasure when I finally get mine.
My hand claps down on her ass, a little harder than I meant to slap.
She gasps and looks over her shoulder at me, eyes wide.
Pepper barks.
Good dog.
He’s protecting his mom.
I rub away the sting.
“Sorry.
That was too hard, wasn’t it?”
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