Chapter Twelve

**Myra**

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"*What the hell is that?*" Myra thought as she came out of her sleepy unconsciousness. “Make it stop.” She grumbled, and Sloan chuckled in her ear. He moved his arm that was lazily over her hip and rolled away. Soon, the obnoxious sound stopped. She was about to settle back to sleep, Sloan returned to his previous position.

“Good morning.” He whispered into her ear.

He pulled her up against him, and Myra felt his morning wood digging into her bare butt. While one of his hands cupped her naked breasts. She smiled as he kissed her near her ear, and she wiggled on his cock.

“Good morning indeed.” She smiled with her eyes still closed.

“Yes, it is.”

His hand released her breasts and brushed her stomach as it moved southwards.

“I intend to finish what you started earlier this morning... What was it you said... ‘I’m not going to rob you of your virtue... much’?”

Myra moaned as his fingers danced across her clit and his cock thrust between the valley of her butt cheeks.

“You have magic fingers...” she moaned louder, enjoying the sensations he was created by playing with the bar piercing her clit. Suddenly, he stopped and groaned loudly in frustration. She was about to complain when a knock on the bedroom door echoed throughout the quiet room.

“We have a full day... so, get your ass up!”

Sloan grumbled incoherently into Myra’s neck, and she giggled. His hand that was pleasing her formed a death grip on her hip, halting her movements.

“To be continued.” He promised by kissing her between the shoulder blades.

“Tomorrow for sure.”

“Tomorrow?”

Myra sighed and rolled over to face him. She threw a leg over his hip and scratched his beard. “Your mother informed me that we are to be separated 24-hours before the ceremony tomorrow.”

“Okay... it doesn’t start until 10:15 tonight.”

“Tristan just said you have a full day... may I remind you... what time did you come to bed this morning?”

“But...”

“It’s one night... besides, it will give me time to pack up my school supplies and parts of my room.”

“Wait... you wouldn’t be here?” He exclaimed in shock.

“No... I am going home.” She quickly covered his mouth as he was about to protest. “It’s only one night...”

“Sloan... we have to leave in half an hour.” Tristan interrupted by knocking on the door again. Myra sighed, removing her leg and gathered the sheets off of Sloan. She then pushed him out of bed.

“Go... before your brother hogties you out of here.”

Sloan grumbled again like one of her students and slowly got to his feet.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” He said, turning to show her his erected member.

"*Shit! That was in my mouth?*" Myra’s eyes widened at the size of his organ. It was red, angry and pointing right at her. “I was right... that’s not a penis. It’s a W.C.D.” Myra blushed and hid under the sheets, embarrassed by her brain to mouth filter malfunctioning.

“A what?”

“Umm.. a ‘Weapon of Crotch Destruction’.” She hesitated to explained.

Sloan barked out a laugh, and so did Tristan, who was still outside their bedroom door, possibly listening through the door.

“Weapon of **crotch** destruction... Now I have heard it all. Sloan! Disarm your weapon and let the girl go in peace.” Tristan called out, still laughing.

“Get the fuck away from our door, you perv!” Sloan snapped at him.

She heard his retreating footsteps as he walked away, still laughing. Myra was mortified and wished she could disappear.

“A W.C.D?? that’s a first... you will be able to handle it just fine. You did so this morning. Now, come shower with me.” He stated as Myra felt him moving the sheets off her feet and his hands clamping down on her ankles as he pulled her down the bed.

***

Myra stood wrapped in a towel, searching through the different dress options that Sloan had for her, hanging and sharing harmonious space in his closet. She was surprised when he demanded she showered with him. However, he literally meant they were going to shower; there was any funny business.

Tristan had returned outside the bedroom door, shouting that Sloan had five more minutes before they had to leave.

Sloan ignored his brother as he entered the closet wearing a French blue shirt with a royal blue blazer and white trousers. He adjusted his sleeves and cleared his throat. “Why is this so hard?”

Myra glanced down at his crotch before quickly looking up into his grey eyes.

“Not that... I mean leaving up...” Sloan rolled his eyes.

“I guess it’s the mating bond... when Myrielle and Benji first got together... they were inseparable... at the time, I thought it was sickening, but now that I’m experiencing it myself... I understand.” She explained, pulling at different dress options and quickly discarding them.

“Come with me.”

“I will love to... but I have several different appointments that need my attention today... besides, I will only distract you from your job.”

“That can never happen... but fine. Declan will be by your side all day. No complaints.” He commanded, and Myra waved him off.

“I wasn’t going to complain... it’s perfect. This way, I can grill him about Megan.”

“Oh no... what have I done?” He faked shock in the most adorable way by slapping both hands on his cheeks and hanging his mouth open, aghast. He then smiled and reached past Myra, pulling out a pale blue, off the should, long sleeve short dress. “Wear this one.”

Myra nodded and quickly threw the dress over her head and twirled for him. The skirts of the dress fanned out, showing off her upper thighs and butt.

“Nope... that’s a hard no... take... it... off,” Sloan growled, and his eyes flashed white, signalling his arousal.

“SLOAN! Time’s up! We have to go!” Tristan hollered, banging his fists on the bedroom’s door.

“I guess I’m not changing.” She smiled and skipped out of the closet.

“Jesus woman... don’t do that.”

Myra giggled as she picked up her cellphone on the bedside table and headed for the door. Sloan’s hand slammed against the door, causing Myra to jump and silencing his brother.

***

**Sloan**

“Yes,” She cooed. The little minx knew damn well what she was doing, and she was enjoying teasing him to the point of great discomfort.

When she turned and looked at him in the eye with a bright smile, his only solution was revenge. Instead of saying a word, Sloan left his hands on the door and claimed her lips in a hungry, passion full kiss.

Just as the kiss began to heat up, he ended it.

“Don’t give Declan too much of a hard time today.” He mumbled before swiftly pecking her lips and opened the door. “Keep your briefs on, I’m ready!” He barked at Tristan, whose hand was frozen up in the air, indicating he was about to knock on the door. Sloan took Myra’s hand in his, and together, they walked down to the foyer.

Declan was standing near the opened front door, and he was issuing orders to his lieutenants. Once their presence was known, Declan dismissed them and turned to the approaching group, greeting them with a smile.

“Looks like someone had a ‘hard’ time getting out of bed.” Declan teased

“Sloan had his W.C.D locked and loaded this morning.”

Declan frowned, looking from Tristan to Sloan. “W.C.D?”

Before Sloan could reach up and hit his brother across his head, Myra stood before Tristan with a finger pointed in his shocked face. It was adorable and frightening at the same time.

“If you ever want pups of your own, I suggest you forget whatever you may or may not have heard between Sloan and me... Got it?”

For a brief moment, there was only silence between the four of them as Myra’s threat hung in the air. Sloan was fighting the urge to take her back up to their bedroom when Tristan unexpectedly started laughing. He wrapped his arms around Myra and hugged her tightly.

“I am going to enjoy having you as my sister-in-law.” Tristan teased, but Sloan saw him covering his family jewels, just in case.

“Dec... A life for a life.”

Sloan vowed, and Declan bowed head before repeating the phrase. “A life for a life... I will protect her, even with my dying breath.”

“Angel, please remember not to get into too much trouble.”

“Megan’s meeting me at the house... so, I can’t make that promise.”

“Good luck.” Sloan laughed, clapping Declan on the back. With another kiss to Myra, he and Tristan walked over to his awaiting matte black Bugatti Chiron Super Sportcar.

Before Myra, this sportscar was the love of his life; but now that he found his mate, it was a strong second.

As he sped out of the compound, Sloan felt a tightening pull in his chest. He tried to breathe through the feeling with each passing mile to no avail.

“Distract me.” He growled at Tristan. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his brother fumble to open up the case containing his tablet.

“Okay. On today’s agenda, we have the nine-day memorial for the panthers, who were killed last week; furthermore, the panthers have prepared a mini celebration for you on the eve of your Claiming. Understandably, they can’t attend the ceremony tomorrow, in light of recent events.” He started scrolling through the planner application on the screen.

“Umm, mom wants us to stop by the Tailors for the final fitting for your Claiming suit. If there are no adjustments, we are supposed to collect it.” He continued talking.

“Also, there’s a human televised conference today at city hall to address the sudden increase in the murder rates and the inhuman brutality of the cases.” He continued, reading off the list.

“Do the human police have any leads? It’s been six fucking months.”

“No, they are just as frustrated with the situation as we are. I’ve placed it on the agenda in case you want to attend and talk to the officers who are Shifters.”

“No. Organize a meeting for next week Tuesday with them... I don’t feel comfortable discussing such sensitive information with humans around. Nothing early in the morning from now on.” Sloan replied.

“Okay... the rest of the day would be meetings with and receiving blessings from different council members on your appending Claiming. Lastly, there’s the whole Elizabeth situation.”

“Fuck, I forgot about her and that ridiculous attempt of a challenge. I will deal with her after I have officially claimed my mate; no need to worry about a bitter ex.”

Tristan laughed sarcastically. “More like crazy-ass ex. Myra is more suited to be your Omega because only mom has the ability to make me feel like a pup.”

“Laurence did say ‘not to underestimate her’... you should heed his warning too.” Sloan laughed as he switched gears and sped down the highway.