Page 63 of Collared Mate

He kisses me passionately, then breaks the lip lock and murmurs down to me. “You don’t owe me a thing,” he purrs softly.

My arousal is filling the room. I don’t know if it’s fucked up to be this turned on after watching my man order every single one of my enemies be killed, but if it’s wrong, I don’t want to be right.

“I need you,” he says, his nostrils flaring as my wet need becomes evident to the pair of us.

I need him too.

Henry leads me over to the desk by the window, perches me on the edge, and slides my skirt up until it is more of a belt than anything else. Sitting atop his kingdom, he presses his lips to my sex, tenderly tracing the previously ravaged folds with the tip of his tongue.

I moan a little and arch, enjoying him on his knees in front of me. He feasts slowly on my sex, taking his time between my thighs, ensuring that every part of my pussy is treated to the touch of his tongue. At first he uses the tip of it to circle my clit, but then, as my arousal starts to grow out of control, he uses the flat of it to lap over that sensitive bud, coaxing me toward climax right here in a room that overlooks Swale territory.

“Bent over the desk and spanked, or pressed up against the glass and fucked from behind?”

“What?” I barely register the question because I am too busy rocketing toward an orgasm I should know he won’t let me have.

“Which one do you want me to give you? Bent over my desk, and spanked until your cheeks are red and you’re begging to be bred, or pressed up against the window and just fucked?”

He flickers the tip of his tongue against my clit, back and forth like a snake while I try to think coherently enough to answer and fail in the attempt.

I decide because I can’t stand the madness anymore.

“Window,” I murmur.

My breasts meet the cool glass as he pulls my hips back toward him and kicks my legs open a little more. This is a lewd position, and I am sure that there are those with telephoto lenses and other equipment who would see what was happening to me if they directed them over to us now.

“Good girl,” he praises as he sheaths his cock inside me, my body barely putting up any resistance to him at all. I feel him inside me, the sensation familiar now. It feels like he is coming home to me, and I am being drawn back to a place of safety by him.

“You’re so exposed, aren’t you,” he murmurs in my ear, his hands keeping me all the way back on his cock. My hands and breasts and cheek are still pressed up against the window as he starts pumping my pussy.

There’s something almost casual about it, as lewd as it is, and as exposing as it feels. Henry fucks me like he owns me, like I belong to him and like I will always belong to him.

“I want you to let me handle these things,” he says. “I want you to see what power I wield. I know you remember me as the poor tutor who tried to get your brother into a decent college, but I am much more than that now. I think you see that, but I want you to feel it.”

As he speaks, he wraps his hand around my hips and starts to gently strum my clit. “I can take care of you. And of your idiot brother, if he will let me. The only reason they got him was because he thought he could control them. But the lesson I’m trying to teach you is very different. You don’t need to control anything, because I’ve got you.”

I surrender to him, to the pleasure he gives me, and to the certainty that I have the strongest mate in the city.

“Henry?” I moan his name.

“Hmmm?”

I can’t believe what I am about to ask him to do. It is truly perverse, and I might not like what I’m asking for now later on, but in this moment, it’s the only way I can think of to show him how much I trust him and need him, how much of a difference he has made to me, how strong I know he is, and how I want to please him.

“Put your collar back on me.”

He rumbles with carnal amusement as his knot starts to thicken inside me.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

CHAPTER 11

Fiona

Three days later and the obituaries are absolutely flowing. I’ve never been much for checking the back pages of newspapers, but this is satisfying as hell. Just like I predicted, Henry made a lot of the cabal deaths look like accidents. A couple of them even made it into the news.

The chaos that usually ensues when a whole lot of important pack members die doesn’t happen. All of this was pre-planned. There are people ready to step up into their roles, people who had been in place for months, if not years. Henry organized a bloody corporate takeover, and quite literally executed it without a hitch. Nobody will ever really understand what a fucking genius he is, except me and maybe…

“Hey, dickwad,” a husky male voice says.