We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

CHAPTER 11

I can’t get home fast enough. Even though it matters none to Declan, I want to freshen

myself up before he gets back. I’m not sure why I’m feeling so jittery today, maybe it’s a

Dire wolf thing. I need to c*ack down and look into all of my mother’s notes tomorrow and

try practicing some of the magic that she listed to find what it is that I have inherited.

There has got to be something in her notes explaining what happened to me this

morning.

After checking on the boys, who are actually with grandma and Jonah, I run up to our

room and into the ensuite. Being a Dire wolf, I’m able to speed through my shower, even

s*aving certain parts. that need it, being careful, of course. I don’t bother with clothes

since my mate ordered me not to wear any, but I’m feeling a little rebellious, so I go into

his tie drawer and pull out his favorite tie and then go into the closet and get my tallest

Enter title…

pair of heels. After putting them on, I remember why I’ve only worn them once, and thank

the Goddess that I won’t be walking in them tonight anyway.

Climbing onto the middle of the bed, I pose myself in what I hope is a s*xy pose.

Wearing Declan’s blood red tie around my neck and these black with a red outsole,

ridiculously high, and very expensive stilettos that Cici told me that I just had to have, on

my feet, my left leg is bent as I rest my arm on top of my knee, spreading me wide open

just for him.

I can feel him getting closer, and now I’m starting to rethink this whole trying to be s*xy

act. The time for me to change my mind passes, though, as I hear him in the outer room

to our suite. Next thing I know, he’s coming through our bedroom, stopping mid- stride

turns the lock and

crosses his arms.

do we have here?” He sweeps me up and down, “I specifically remember

told you I

I graze the arousal between my legs, and then my *lit with the

“I didn’t think you would mind me borrowing your tie. After all,

you ravage me and

and then bite my

He crooks his finger at me, indicating for me to come to

edge of the bed and stand up.

like a

it over to him without

He grabs his tie and wraps it around his hand,

every time I scent your arousal when I wear this tie…which

the way?”

“Why do you think I did it? I want you thinking of me every time you wear

up the side

and turns us, slamming me against the door

that it hurts. “Do you think I want other males smelling my mate’s p*ssy,

arousing

of how jealous they would be because it’s you that f*cks me.” I try

cr*tch, but he grabs both

“With all due respect, my Queen, but I

because I don’t have time to kill every ba*t*rd that dares to breathe around me

wear it.”

I gaze at him through hooded eyes; I’m

me too, “Are you going to keep manhandling me or are

to f*ck

adding a little more pressure to it and then kisses me hard.

so my chest it pressed against the

he rearranges the tie

“I love the s*it out of you but sometimes you just talk way

me away and pulls me over to the bed only

me to f*ck you, fine, but you’re

everything

next thing I know he’s thrusting his c*ck into me and battering

good thing that it can. take

are m*ffled as he has me coming hard. Each

he

against the

grip as he