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

crosses his arms.

sweeps me up and down, “I specifically remember

you I wanted

between my legs, and then my *lit with the

think you would mind

me and bend me to your will, my

bite my lower

me, indicating for me to come to him. Ever

bed and stand up. I’ m not sure if I’m

if I look like a newborn giraffe trying to walk for the first

without

and wraps it around his hand, pulling me into him, “Do

arousal

the way?”

I

my tongue up the side of his neck, over

throat and turns us, slamming me

“Do you think I want

how arousing

be because it’s you that f*cks

in his cr*tch, but he grabs both of my wrists

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

kill every ba*t*rd that

wear it.”

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

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

to

neck, adding a little more pressure to

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

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

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

away and pulls me over to

want me to f*ck you, fine, but you’re going to

everything

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

and all too soon, my cries are m*ffled as he

he

the bedding, causing the fire

the bed for some sort of grip as he takes me. with everything