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

door, he turns the lock and then leans against

crosses his arms.

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

you I wanted you

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

you would mind me borrowing your

very useful to you as you ravage me and bend me to

then bite my

at me, indicating for me to come to him.

of the bed and stand up. I’

I look like a newborn giraffe trying

make it over to him without falling, so that’s

wraps it around his hand, pulling

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

the way?”

I did it? I want you thinking of me every time

the side of his neck, over the mark I gave

my throat and turns us, slamming me against the door

“Do you think I want other males smelling

how arousing

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

but he grabs both of my

“With all due respect, my Queen, but I can’t have my tie smelling

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

wear it.”

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

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

to f*ck

more pressure to it and

around, so my chest

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

out of you but sometimes you just talk way too much, and you’re

good.” He yanks me away and

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

take everything I

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

poor pu*sy. It’s a d*mn good thing that it can. take a good pounding, because he

cries are m*ffled

he

my c*it rubs against the bedding, causing the

sort of grip as he takes me. with everything