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

Shutting the door, he turns the lock and then leans against it as

crosses his arms.

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

told you I wanted you

then my *lit with the end of

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

to you as you ravage me and bend me

then bite my

for me to come to him. Ever so slowly, I swing

and stand up. I’ m not sure if I’m looking s*xy as

him or just if I look like a newborn giraffe trying

it over to him without falling, so

it around his hand, pulling me into him,

turning hard every time I scent your arousal when I wear this tie…which is quite

the way?”

you think I did it? I want you thinking of me

side of his

turns us, slamming me against the door but

“Do you think I want other males smelling my mate’s

arousing

because it’s you that f*cks me.” I try to

bulge in his cr*tch, but he grabs both of my wrists and holds them

Queen, but I can’t have my tie smelling like your sweet

have time to kill every ba*t*rd that dares to breathe around me when

wear it.”

through hooded eyes; I’m so aroused right now that I could probably

“Are you going to keep manhandling me or

to f*ck

a little more pressure to it and then

breaks away, he spins me around, so my chest it pressed

body to hold me in place, he rearranges the tie and puts it over my mouth, so

s*it out of you but sometimes you just talk way

c*cky for your own good.” He yanks me away and pulls

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

everything I give

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

pu*sy. It’s a d*mn good thing that it can.

cries are

he

c*it rubs against the bedding, causing the

sort of grip as