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

sees me. Shutting the door, he turns the lock and

crosses his arms.

He sweeps me up and

I

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

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

useful to you as you ravage me and bend

and then bite my lower

me, indicating for me to come

legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. I’

I look like a newborn giraffe trying to walk

to him without falling, so that’s

wraps it around his hand, pulling me into

scent your arousal when I wear this tie…which is quite often

the way?”

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

tongue up the side of his neck, over the

turns us, slamming me against the door

you think I want other males

how arousing her

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

he grabs both of my wrists and

I

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

wear it.”

I gaze at him through hooded eyes; I’m

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

to

a little more pressure to it

so my chest it pressed against the

body to hold me in place, he rearranges the tie and puts it over my mouth, so I can’t

but sometimes you just

your own good.” He yanks me away and

the edge of it, “You want me to f*ck you,

everything I give

next thing I know he’s

d*mn good thing that it can. take a good pounding, because he

my cries are m*ffled as he has me

he

c*it rubs against the bedding, causing the fire

sort of grip as he takes me. with everything