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

the door, he turns the lock and

crosses his arms.

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

I wanted

and then my *lit with the end

every move, “I didn’t think you would mind me borrowing

you ravage me and bend me

bite my lower

indicating for me to come to him. Ever

stand up. I’ m not sure

just if I look like a newborn giraffe trying to walk

him without falling, so that’s

He grabs his tie and wraps it around his hand, pulling me into him, “Do you

every time I scent your arousal when I wear this

the way?”

I want you thinking of me every time you wear

the side of his neck, over the mark I

he grabs my throat and turns us, slamming me against the door but

“Do you think I want other

how arousing

be because

cr*tch, but he grabs both of my

my Queen, but I can’t have my

I don’t have time to kill every ba*t*rd that

wear it.”

gaze at him through hooded eyes; I’m so aroused right now that

by him telling me too, “Are you going to keep manhandling

to

neck, adding a little more pressure to it and then

me around, so my chest it pressed against

in place, he rearranges the tie and puts it over my mouth, so I

but sometimes

me away and pulls me over to the bed only to

of it, “You want me to f*ck you, fine, but you’re

everything I give

and next thing I know

It’s a d*mn good thing that it can.

up, and all too soon, my cries are m*ffled

he

me, my c*it rubs against the bedding,

for some sort of grip as he takes me. with