“I’ll let her know upstairs is off-limits.”
“And she needs set working hours. No coming and going as she pleases. That goes for the rest of the pack as well.”
“Shay—” He was already shaking his head.
“No, on this I’m adamant. My house, remember? The howl aside, if I want to screw you on the kitchen table, I don’t want to worry about someone walking in on us—again,” she said pointedly.
He conceded her argument was valid. As alpha, Rory felt he should be accessible to the pack when he was home, but as a mated man, he did have a right to privacy. “What if we have a few hours a day where the pack can simply drop by without notice, but the rest of the time they have to call first?”
“Why can’t they call first all the time?”
He sighed and wearily rubbed his forehead. “Eventually we’ll work our way to that, but for now let’s ease them into it. By mating, I’ve already introduced a lot of changes to the pack.”
“I’m sure the women would understand. The men should too,” she argued. “You don’t go dropping in on them willy-nilly, do you?”
“If I need to.”
She stared at him until he admitted, “Okay, very rarely. Usually I call first.”
Shay jabbed a finger at him. “See, that’s what I’m talking about.”
“You’re right. I’ll talk things over with Caleb and MacDougal—”
“We’ll talk things over,” she pointedly interjected.
“We’ll,” he corrected. “Between the four of us we should be able to come up with a plan.”
Shay laid her hand on top of his. “Rory, I’m not trying to be a pain or come between you and the pack. I get how you feel about them. Felt it tonight through the bond. You’re a good alpha. However I can’t get Conor’s warning out of my mind. I’d rather err on the side of caution than relax my guard and discover the hard way I trusted the wrong person.”
The reminder was like a punch in the guts. Rory brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them. “You’re right. We’ll do whatever you think is best. No one is going to harm our child.”
Ashley fluffed her tousled hair and tweaked her nipples good and hard before knocking on the door. While waiting, she bit at her full lips to give them the pouty look men seemed to find sexy. It was late, a little after midnight, and though there were no lights on inside, she could hear the low murmur of the television—wrestling.
When MacDougal opened the door, she gave him her most enticing smile and asked in a low, throaty voice, “May I come in?”
In answer, he widened the opening.
She stepped in and glanced around curiously, having never been inside. Unlike Wesley and the other leaders, MacDougal never paid her to keep house for him, preferring his privacy.
“Did I wake you?” As a lineman for the electric company, she knew he worked early hours. She’d made it her business to learn everything she could about him.
“No. Just catching some tube before calling it a night.”
Ashley turned to face him, playing with the drawstring holding the front of her low-cut blouse together over her breasts. “I can’t stop thinking about tonight,” she confessed.
Truth. Though she’d made several subtle plays for him in the past, tonight was the first time he’d shown any interest in her.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the door. “Yeah?” he asked, sounding only mildly interested.
Cautiously she licked her lips and added, “You made me feel things I’ve never felt before and…” She allowed her voice to trail off, and glanced away as though nervous.
“And…” he prompted, watching her closely.
Careful, she warned herself. MacDougal was strong, cunning, and wouldn’t be easily led by his cock like Wesley. As though she were shy, she bounced her gaze all around the room before meeting his through lowered lashes. “Can we do it again?” she asked hesitantly.
“I like to be in control,” he warned.
She licked her lips again, the act real this time as she remembered the way he’d held her down, her wrists bound by one large hand as he’d fucked her hard. “I know.” She gave a small, delicate shudder as cream slicked between her lower lips.
His gaze homed in on the crotch of her Daisy Dukes, and she knew he could smell her arousal. “Are you willing to submit to me?”
“Yes,” she answered, allowing a small bit of her need to sound in her voice.
“Take off your clothes.”
She whipped off her shirt, dropped it to the floor, and pushed down her denim shorts. She wore no underwear.
“Kneel.”
She was panting as she sank gracefully to her knees. Wesley was a mature, experienced lover, but he was old. Michael was young and virile. She wanted him with a desperation she was only beginning to realize.
“Suck my cock.”
When he didn’t move, she crawled forward on her hands and knees, climbed her hands up his legs, and freed his penis from his jeans. He was already erect, a small bead of precum on its tip. Not as indifferent to her as he was pretending to be. More confident at this sign that she was getting to him, she took her time, licking and savoring him. It surprised Ashley to find she was more interested in his pleasure than showing off her considerable skills in this area.
“That’s it,” he praised when she deep throated him. “Take it all.” He grabbed her hair and wrapped his hands in its length, trapping her head and holding her still for his gratification. Then he began thrusting in long, slow strokes.
Ashley closed her eyes, breathed though her nostrils, and let him fuck her mouth. He got a little rough toward the end, but his roughness excited her. She wanted to touch her clit and stroke her pussy but thought he would object. When he came, she swallowed, then sucked his softening penis for more cum.
“Greedy bitch, aren’t you? Get up.”
As she rose, she managed to rub her breasts along the length of his body. Then she stood, eyes lowered, awaiting his command.
“Go to my room, lie on the bed, and wait for me.”
Her cream coating her thighs, she did as he instructed, following his scent trail to where it was the strongest. The mattress, unsurprisingly, was king-size, sitting on a four-poster frame. Ashley climbed on, crawled to the middle, and lay on her back. Above the bed on the ceiling was mirrored tile.
When he entered the room, she had the fingers of her left hand buried in her cunt while her right hand tweaked her nipple, watching herself get off in the mirror. He let her play for a bit, then commanded, “Hands outstretched.”
She indulged herself with one last, lingering stroke before obeying. He bound her hands and feet, then stood studying his handiwork. Ashley gave a little tug on the scarves, testing the restraints.
“They’ll hold until I release you. Still want to do this?”
“Oh yes.” She was so turned on her pussy was on fire. He had to fuck her soon.
He stroked a finger down her slit, and she arched into it with a gasp. “If I had more time, I’d drag this out. See how much you can take.” Her sex clenched as she moaned. “But I work tomorrow so…”
He mounted the mattress between her legs, pumping his thickly veined cock. “Since you took the edge off, prepare for a long, hard ride.” He propped a pillow under her ass to angle her body like he wanted.
After rubbing the tip through her cream-slicked slit a few times, he asked, “Ready?”
“Yes!”
Her first orgasm hit almost instantly. As promised, he took her on a good, long ride, full throttle. Ashley came twice more before Michael finally stiffened above her. His sweaty body collapsed on top of her, driving the air from her lungs. Her breath came in shallow pants until he recovered enough to move and release her bonds.