A growl rises in my chest. A warning. “My human. She has accepted my claim and claimed me in return. She is our pack’s luna. And we are here to demand satisfaction from those who tried to kill her.”
Behind me, the ranks part and two of Sully’s enforcers drag a wolf forward. Scar-face, the one leading the Adalwulf pack to ‘hunt the human’ in Sweden. They force him to stand beside me, and push him to his knees.
“Here is one of your wolves. He provoked an attack on our luna. My mate.” I snarl, stalking to Scar-face and burying my hand in his hair to force his head up. “You tried to kill our luna. You failed. You tried to weaken our pack. You failed. But this attack on our own cannot stand. Do you, Aiden Adalwulf, acknowledge that your pack made a murder attempt on my mate? Because if that’s true, then let it be known the Blackthroats are stronger than ever, and in retaliation for dishonoring our luna, we are prepared to go to war.”
Aiden’s turned to stone. I can see his mind working, as Catherine and Madi guessed it would. He can acknowledge the attack as sanctioned by his pack and fight us now. But his forces are weakened by Odin’s recklessness.
“We’ll let you have your wolf back,” I say. “We killed the rest, and if we do battle this night, you’ll need all the strength you can get.” I release Scar-face, and Sully’s enforcers toss him forward. He rises and marches to Aiden’s side.
The wind shifts, blowing towards the Adalwulfs. More and more of my wolves pour out of the forest, lining up at my back. There are a few British wolves from Nickels’ origin pack, too. More than enough to face these Adalwulfs. If I give the word, the Blackthroats will tear through these dumbass Stormtrooper-wannabes like a wolf tears into an elk’s belly.
I see the moment our numbers reach and exceed the wolves Aiden brought. My cousin’s eyes flare with the knowledge.
He’s brought a lot of wolves, but many of his pack’s enforcers died in the attack on the island and in Sweden. Odin was reckless, and Aiden knows it. He’s done the math, and he doesn’t like it.
“As you can see, the Blackthroat pack stands united. You hunted our luna and tried to kill her, and now we are ready to wipe you from the face of the earth. So I ask you now… Will you atone? Or will you face war?”
At my sides, Billy and the others tense, ready to leap. My own eyes light with my wolf, focusing on Aiden. His chest is bare, only a thin layer of skin and muscle protecting his beating heart. One leap, and I could tear it out with my teeth.
The wind dies, as if the whole world is holding its breath.
Aiden bares his teeth. A growl escapes his chest but he grits out, “The attack on your mate was not sanctioned.”
“Lies,” the scarred wolf at his side snarls. “Our Alpha Odin gave orders-” his words die as he convulses and chokes. His eyes widen, and he stares at Aiden. Then he falls, his throat slit, gurling on his life blood.
Aiden examines his red tipped claws, ignoring the body at his feet. None of the other wolves in his pack move or blink an eye. He probably brought the wolves most loyal to him versus Odin.
“As I said, the attack was not sanctioned. A few wolves went rogue. They will be punished for their disobedience.”
I wait a few moments, letting his proclamation land. Then I nod. No one makes a sound, but I sense the seismic shift in the Adalwulf pack. The balance of power has tipped from Odin to Aiden. The power-hungry son threw his leader, his father, to the wolves.
Exactly as Madi guessed he would.
“Then the debt of honor has been repaid. There will not be war,” I say. Unspoken, hanging on the air, is the
“yet.”
Aiden flicks a finger and two wolves break ranks to drag the dead one away. I give the signal that will allow my pack to disperse, but none move. None of them trust Aiden. If he was going to do something underhanded, now would be the time.
He looks like he’s swallowed something rotten as he faces me again. “So you’ve made your mate your luna?”
I can’t stop my lips from turning up, thinking of Madi. “She stands at the head of our pack. We are equal, two halves of a whole.”
“A human,” he mutters as if he can’t believe it. “Is the Blackthroat pack so eager to dilute its bloodline?”
Fuck this shifter supremacy shit. “The Blackthroat pack will mate with whomever we want. Human or shifter, we’ll still be stronger and faster and better than you and your pack.”
The polite veneer disappears from Aiden’s face. “One day, cousin, I will kill you.” His eyes are bright. I’ve seen that unhinged look before. On his father.
“So eloquent,” I drawl. “What, no more Shakespeare?” I meet his gaze for a hard moment. “You will try.” And I turn, giving him my exposed back. There’s a second when the hair on my nape lifts, every cell in my body waiting for Aiden to snap and attack. But he doesn’t.
He can’t.
It’s just as Madi and my mother predicted.
“Without the wolves Odin wasted on the attack on the island and in Sweden, Aiden doesn’t have the numbers to face us. He will have to back down.”
It was a calculated guess. And it was right.
Without shedding another drop of shifter blood, we won.
My pack turns as one and kicks clumps of snow and leaves with their back feet. Like dogs do when they’re covering their shit. I can hear Aiden’s teeth cracking in his clenched jaw.
I trot away, my paws light on the black earth and patches of snow. When I break from the trees, I stretch my nose forward.
Somehow, there’s an orange spice scent on the air, even though I know Madi is safe in the Blackthroat mansion. In my bed. Knowing her, she’ll be wearing a windows dress begging for me to punish her for disobeying orders.
I can’t wait.
Epilogue
Epilogue
Madi
“Take off your clothes and kneel on the bed, Ms. Evans.” Brick uses his curt boss-hole voice. “Show me that you’re ready.”
I kick off my heels and strip out of the brick-red designer dress I wore to Torrent today. There’s no peekaboo cutout in this one-Brick says if I wear one of my old Moon Co dresses, he’ll have to accompany me to work and kill every man or woman who looks at my cleavage.
It’s been two weeks since I started working for my grandmother, and I actually enjoy it. Maybe it’s my new luna powers, or maybe it’s knowing I don’t need the money or the job, but I don’t let anyone give me shit.
Including Eleanor. I’m setting boundaries for our relationship, both working and personal. My mom hates it all, but I did convince her to cash the two million dollar check Eleanor’s lawyer wrote her. That will allow her to buy her apartment, so she doesn’t have to worry about rent hikes anymore. Not that any of us will be under financial strain again. Brick already bought an entire apartment building near NYU for Brayden to move into, and he’s trying to convince my mom to move in here. She’s still wary of him and his money, but I expect he’ll win her over soon.
Despite the fact that Brick has added me to all his bank accounts, it still hasn’t sunk in that I’m a billionaire now, too. And that’s without the inheritance Eleanor is supposedly leaving me.
I met my father/sperm donor. We had a super-awkward coffee date that I kept to under a half hour. I got the feeling he cared less about the fact that I was his daughter than he did about his mother putting me in a position of power at Torrent.
I can’t believe I ever equated Brick with rich, self-absorbed men like my father and his brothers.
All of it slides off my back, though. Because every evening a sexy billionaire shows up on the top floor of Torrent cosmetics to pick me up, wine and dine me, listen to my day, tell me about his, and make me scream his name in bed until I’m hoarse.
The moment we walked into the penthouse tonight, though, my doting fianc? disappeared, replaced by the deliciously gruff Big Bad Boss.
I leap onto the bed and assume a position of servitude-on my knees with my palms up on my thighs, awaiting instruction.
“Thirty-three seconds, Ms. Evans. You’re late.” Brick’s look might be stern except for the amber gleam of pleasure in his eyes. “Interlace your hands behind your head.”
I obey, and the position lifts and spreads my breasts for his inspection.
He strolls to the side of the bed and pinches one nipple. Both respond-stiffening and tingling as they lengthen. My pussy clenches.
“With all due respect, sir, you didn’t give me a time limit.”
He tsks and pinches the other nipple, harder than the first. “I shouldn’t have to, Ms. Evans. I expect your complete competency, and thirty-three seconds isn’t fast enough.”
I’m already wet for him. All he has to do is pull out that bossy voice, and I melt into a puddle at his well-shined shoes.
“Now, are you going to continue to argue with me, or are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?”
The quivering muscles between my legs lift again at the word punishment. Still, I look up through my lashes at him. “I am only stating facts, sir. You did not set a clear expectation for how quickly I should disrobe.” I keep my voice low and demure, despite my bold gaze.
He fake-frowns. “Impertinence will also be punished.” He palms both my knees and nudges them apart. “Spread for me. I want to taste that honey you’re making.”
I slide my knees open.
He strokes his middle finger along my slit, parting my plump folds. I’m slick down there, and the moment he drags the moisture up to my clit, a small orgasm ripples through me, causing my inner thighs to shiver and shake as my pelvic floor squeezes.
“Uh oh, Ms. Evans.” In a flash of movement, he grips the back of my neck and shoves two fingers deep inside me. “Did I say you could come?”
The moment his fingers enter me, I’m on the edge of another orgasm, especially when he thrusts deep, hitting my G-spot on my inner wall.
I cry out, rising up on my knees as he pumps his fingers. He helps me with the hand at my nape, only to use my weight to lift and drop me over his fingers, making me ride his hand faster and faster. My breasts bounce. Arousal leaks between his digits. My cries grow more desperate. I’m helpless-like a sex doll he can turn on with just his voice and fingers.
I orgasm again-this time a good one. A satisfying one. I rise up on my knees, my weight completely controlled by Brick. Without his support at my neck, I’d topple forward into him.
He tsks again. “That’s twice you’ve come without permission, little girl.”
I come again on the fingers still stretching me. “I don’t answer to little girl,” I pant.
“Oh, you’ll be answering to me tonight, sweetheart.” He slides his fingers out and kisses me roughly. I sense his control slipping in the dominant way his tongue pushes into my mouth. The tightening of his fingers around the back of my head. I’m his mate-he’s always so hungry for me.
But he reins it in.
He releases me and tosses a bolster in the center of the bed. “Lie over the pillow, Ms. Evans. I want that juicy ass presented for me.”
A moan slips from my lips. I crawl over the bolster and settle my hips down onto it.
Brick strokes his large hand over the landscape of my ass, tracing the curves with his warm palm. “You have a spanking coming, Ms. Evans.” He delivers the first one, but it’s more of a love-spank. A light slap that makes me stick my ass out for more.
He spanks the other cheek. “I’m going to turn this ass red, and then I’m going to fuck it.”
I go still. I’m still an anal virgin unless you count his finger at the Berkshires a few weeks ago. But I’m already half-delirious just from the finger-fucking. I’m not about to refuse anything he wants to give me, even if it is challenging.
Perhaps especially if it’s challenging.
Brick spanks a little faster, light spanks that gradually grow more intense. I wiggle under the sting, but any time he pauses, I arch for more.
“Spread those legs, beautiful,” he murmurs.
I open my legs, and he delivers a light spank between them.
I moan.
He strokes some more and then spanks me harder. My eyes roll back in my head with pleasure. All rational thought has left the premises.
Brick pauses in his gentle torture to remove his tie and unbutton his collar. He slides the tie in front of my eyes and winds the silk fabric around my head to secure it in the back. The moment my sight is blocked out, my other senses heighten. I’m able to relax more. The message is clear-it’s my job to receive whatever it is Brick intends to do with me. Or to obey his commands. But otherwise, I’m not responsible for anything.
The overachiever in me can let go.
“Stay right where you are.” The deep growl of Brick’s voice enters my body and circulates inside me, warming me from the inside out.
A moment later he returns. “Reach back and pull your gorgeous ass-cheeks apart, Ms. Evans.”
“I don’t remember this consequence outlined in the employee manual,” I echo my joke from the first time he bent me over his desk and spanked me.
His laugh is dark and delicious. “Are you going to obey, or do I need to take my belt off?”
My buttcheeks squeeze at his threat, and I reach back to do as he ordered. He rubs something cool-lubricant, I imagine-between my cheeks, then presses a stainless steel plug against my back pucker.
I tighten against the intrusion.
“Relax, Madi,” he murmurs, dropping the boss act. “Exhale for me.”
I relax and let out my breath. As I do, he slides the plug inside me. For the first moment, I hate it, but once he gets it past the round bulbous part and it settles in, I love the sensation.
“Now hold that in while I spank you.” The big bad boss is back.
I release my buttcheeks and cover my ass.
Brick chuckles. He leaves my side again and when he returns, he gathers my wrists behind my back and winds another silk tie around them.
I sigh, relaxing even more. I don’t know why there’s something so delicious about being tied up. It alleviates the need for me to do anything, I guess. To get anything right. To perform.
Of course, the moment Brick begins spanking me again, my relaxation ends. I tune into the sensations, the blindfold and bound wrists enabling me to sink deep into the scene. Every spank jostles the plug in my ass, sending even more feedback through those sensitive nerve endings. I’m beyond wet now-I’m sopping. Excited. Growing needy.
“Brick,” I start to beg.
“That’s
Mister Blackthroat to you, Ms. Evans,” he mock-scolds me.
“Please.”
I hear a low, animal-like growl come from his throat. He’s starting to lose control again. There’s a rustle of clothing, and then the mattress bows as he climbs up behind me.
“Yes, please,” I whimper, desperate for his touch again. For his attention. For the orgasm I feel coming. It’s going to be a big one.
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