Chapter 84 - Werewolves of Wallstreet Series Novel Free Online

“What did he do?”

“Whipped a submissive until she orgasmed. While another one gave him head.” She says it so matter-of-factly I choke on my sparkling water.

“It was hot.” She unwraps dessert-a dark chocolate brownie with macadamia nuts-and devours it in one bite.

I pass her another brownie. I had my assistant order extra. “Apparently, Brick and I are supposed to be the floor show when we go.”

She dusts crumbs off her fingers, looking sober. “I heard that. You might get away with just showing off a little. Make it a spectacle.”

“A spectacle.”

“I don’t want to know the details,” she waves a hand. “I’d be happy to dish about sexy times, but not when it involves my brother.”

“I get it.” I smile to hide a pang of longing. I could talk to Aubrey about my sex life. It was practically required. But not when vampire kings and the fate of the city are involved.

“I will say this,” Ruby says. “Vampires are all about ceremony. Pomp and circumstance. They’re so powerful and old, they’ve seen it all. They’re bored. They long for something novel.”

“Got it.” My head is spinning, solving the puzzle. “This perspective helps a lot, thank you.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. If things get bad, Brick will just rip Thaddeus’s head off.”

“We’re trying to avoid that,” I say dryly.

She shrugs, unbothered by the threats of violence and vampire/shifter war. Just like a wolf: behead first, ask questions later. “It’ll make the rest of the mating ceremony planning a walk in the park. Speaking of which…” She rummages in her bag for a folder, “I have the guest list for the mating ceremony-er, engagement party

-in the Berkshires.”

Apparently, high families in the shifter world often hold a mating ceremony after a claiming. Catherine has been calling ours an engagement party as a nod to human tradition, but so far, nothing else about it seems to resemble a human tradition.

I review the list. It’s all high-ranking heads of shifter families, mostly from within the pack. There are a few other shifters, like Darius Medevev, a bear shifter Brick befriended.

But a few names are obviously missing.

“What about my family?”

She hesitates. “I was thinking it’d be shifters only. There are some mating ceremony traditions we have that wouldn’t make sense to humans…”

“Now who’s all about ceremony?” I hand her back the folder. “I want my family there. And a few friends.”

“But-“

“I’m human and joining the pack. The pack can learn how to deal with humans once in a while. Consider it practice for the wedding.”

“Understood, Luna,” she bows her head, a big smile on her face.

A knock on the door, and my assistant calls, “Delivery for you, Ms. Evans.”

I hop up and unlock the door. “Thank you, Emerson.”

“Your one o’clock is here.” She hands me a beautiful black box tied with a red ribbon.

“I’ll be right there.”

I turn back to where Ruby has cleaned up lunch. She eyes the box. “That looks like it’s from Brick.”

I check it over. “It doesn’t say.” I undo the ribbon, and Ruby leaps up.

“You know what? I’m going to head out. I don’t want to see what my brother sent you.”

I grin. “You sure? I can tell you what we’re planning for the floor show-“

“Nope.” She exits while covering her ears and chanting, “Lalala…”

Laughing, I turn back to the box. It does feel right to open this in private. The box is heavy and smells heavenly. Like an expensive perfume that’s crisp yet floral.

Nestled in white tissue paper is a lacy lingerie set-a bra and garter belt. Stockings. No panties.

My one o’clock is waiting, but I sneak a moment to text Brick. “Is this your way of telling me we’re practicing for our scene?”

His reply is instantaneous. He must have been waiting for my text. “Tonight. I have an executive meeting, but I’ll be home by eight. Be waiting in our bedroom. Naked except for high heels and the contents of the box.”

I clench my thighs together. My stomach swoops, like I’m on a rollercoaster and the ride has started with the long slow ascent before the sudden drop.

I text back, “Yes, sir.”

Here we go…

Brick

This day will never end.

Sully slips into my office just as I’m wrapping things up. “The vampire king sent correspondence.”

“Correspondence?”

He waves an engraved envelope. I can smell the vampire stench-cold, metallic-from here. “The date is set.”

I grind my teeth. Vampires love their games.

A powerful alpha like me shouldn’t let a vampire toy with him, especially not in a public scene. But Thaddeus is an important ally. Bringing a newly claimed mate to scene at his club is an old tradition in New York amongst the paranormal crowd. To refuse his demands after requesting a favor would be bad form.

Still, if I hadn’t caught the scent of Madison’s arousal when she heard about the leech’s request, I would’ve refused the vampire king, consequences be damned. But Madi was turned on. She’s never been to a BDSM club. Never experienced the kind of formal or ritualized sex play that goes on in those venues.

I strongly suspect the atmosphere and our scene there will fulfill multiple fantasies for my dominance-loving mate. Probably several she didn’t even know she had. I know how my authority makes her drip.

What my mate wants, she gets.

The idea of showing her that world-being her guide to the devilry-turns me on. Part of me can’t wait to be her dom in a BDSM club. The other part fears I’ll lose control of my wolf and tear some other male to pieces for looking at her.

But she’ll be under my control the entire time. No one else will touch her. And I could blindfold her if I don’t want her looking at any other males. Hmm. What might really soothe my wolf would be to have her on a collar and leash.

When I get to our building, I ignore the elevator and take the stairs. I bound them two at a time. Damn the vampire king for bringing this about, but tonight? Tonight is all about us. All about sensation and the connection we have.

Her scent teases me the moment I enter the hall to the penthouse. My cock strains against my zipper as I follow it, hunting her like prey. I turn the key in the lock and enter. I find her in our bedroom. She followed my orders, as I knew she would. My mate always gets it right.

She’s in the shadows, at attention, her legs spread, her hands on her head.

She’s perfect.

“Good girl,” I purr.

“Am I?” Her voice is sultry.

Madi

Brick prowls into the room. “Yes, you are.”

My calves are tight from waiting. I’m used to uncomfortable heels, but standing still for minutes at a time? How do models do it?

But now, with him here, the wait was worth it. His presence fills the space with his woodsy scent and something more-his dominance. It’s all enveloping, blanketing my senses. The stiff muscles in my back and neck relax. After a long day at the office, giving orders, it’s nice to have someone else take control. I can finally turn off my brain and sink into him.

As he paces around me, I can feel him studying me. I keep my own gaze level, staring straight ahead.

“Tonight is a test. A rehearsal for our scene.”

My heart pounds in time with his footsteps.

“You’ll obey my every command. Immediately and without question.”

Yes!

“When we’re at Twilight, the spotlight will be on us. They’ll want to see proof of my dominance.”

“I understand,” I say breathlessly.

He draws my head back with a fist in my hair. “I don’t think you do. Everyone will be watching.”

The perfectionist in me is thrilled. I thrive on pressure, and a part of me wants to show off. I’ll get to do my best, and everyone will know how perfect I am.

“They’ll want to know who’s in control. And you know the answer to that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

He stops, and his heat rolls over me, making me hold my breath. “Who owns you, Madi?”

“You do, sir.” My voice is choked with arousal. I could swoon.

“On your knees.” Brick tosses a pillow to the floor for my knees and puts a hand out for me to grasp as I lower to my knees. It’s a relief to be off the heels, and the pillow makes kneeling easy. He makes a show out of unbuckling his belt and sliding it out through the loops. He doubles it and slaps the leather into the palm of his hand making a whap sound.

I jump a little. I’m trembling now, a mixture of excitement with a tinge of nerves.

“Take my cock out,” he orders.

I quickly work to unbutton his pants and lower the zipper on his expensive slacks. His dick is hard, trapped in the fabric of his boxer briefs and pants, and it springs out when I lower his briefs enough to free it.

I reach for his erection, then stop myself, waiting for orders. I meet his gaze. “May I?”

“Hold it, Madi, nice and tight down by the base-that’s it,” he rumbles his approval when I close my fist around it. “Bring it to your mouth.”

The pleaser in me likes the specific instructions. There’s no need to wonder if I’m doing it the way he likes it or not. He tells me what to do, and I do it.

I part my lips, leaning forward with a long, straight spine, my toes tucked under my ass to boost me to the right height. I start slowly, licking all around the head with tiny flutter-flicks of my tongue.

Brick’s cock grows even harder-hard as steel. “Spread your thighs, so I can smell that sweet arousal better.” His voice is guttural. Rough.

I spread my knees wide, aware of what a sight I must make. I’ve never fully inhabited my body-never felt like the limber one or the lithe kind or the athletic or graceful type. But right now, this body feels all-powerful. Glorious, even.

Brick makes me feel this way.

And my need to please him has never been stronger.

I take the head of his cock into my mouth and hold it there, stroking my fist up and down his length.

He groans.

Then I move my head in concert with my hand, following it back to take him deep then returning to the head as my hand comes forward. I start to build a rhythm, but Brick stops me with a rough, “Enough!”

I pop off immediately, staring up at him.

For a moment, I think maybe I did something wrong, but then I realize, I did it right. He was already on the edge, and he doesn’t want to come yet.

“Lie face down on the bed with your arms and legs spread wide.”

I scramble to comply. My pussy’s already wet from having his cock in my mouth. I’m unbelievably excited for whatever he has to offer.

I hear him pace near me. “Lift your hips,” he orders and shoves a pillow under them. My ass is now lifted in the air in what must be a perfect presentation for a spanking.

He doesn’t touch me, though. He takes his time, using wide strips of red satin to tie my wrists to the bedposts and then my ankles.

Even though I’m face down on the mattress and can’t see what he’s doing, he places a blindfold over my eyes. It makes it easier for me to sink into the moment. To listen to Brick, not just with my ears but with every nerve-ending. With my cells. My being.

I shiver when something infinitely soft trails down my back. Soft strands of suede, perhaps. A flogger?

He swings it lightly, and the tails graze over my ass.

Yep. A flogger.

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