Chapter Seventeen

**Myra**

“*It’s three in the morning, and I should be tired,*” Myra thought as Sloan carried her bridal style up to his – their – bedroom. The last of their guests had just left, and various pack members were still cleaning up the house and garden.

She snuggled into Sloan’s solid chest and yawned; he chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t you dare fall asleep.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” She giggled, angling her head back to nuzzle and kiss his neck. “Someone made sure I loaded up with carbs… it needs to be burnt off… somehow.” She felt the vibrations of his growl against her lips, and she jolted in his arms when he kicked open their bedroom door.

Once inside, he closed and locked the door, sealing them away from the rest of the world. But a strange odour in the room caused Myra to sniff and looked around, frowning. “Why is there a faint scent of wood, paint and… installation?”

“I had the bedroom soundproofed,” Sloan simply answered, looking smug. She slowly slid down his body to stand before him. He cupped her face and stared lovingly into her eyes. “First, I am going to strip this gorgeous gown off your delectable body.” He explained, running his hands down to her shoulders, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body and her core started to throb. Myra shivered as his hand rounded her back and slowly pull the zipper down.

He bent down to kiss her shoulder while pushing the sleeves of her gown further down her arms. Once he freed her arms, she started to move them up his forearms.

“No, no… none of that… hands to your sides,” Sloan whispered into her skin before kissing the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met. His marking spot. “There are some rules I need you to learn about my bedroom preferences.”

“Oh… such as?”

“Rule number one: once it’s just you and I, you will surrender all control. I would be in charge of all your sexual releases; it’s a case of any time, anywhere.” Sloan explained, moving to the spot over her pulse, and he tugged at her skin, sucking on the rhythmic beats. The sensations he created caused Myra’s eyes to roll back as she stretched her neck, providing Sloan with more room.

“*Another hickey.*” Myra licked her lips and belatedly nodded at his rule. Sloan’s lips were generating different pleasure turmoil within her body. Myra found it difficult to concentrate yet alone keep her hands at her sides; she found herself shamelessly moaning out her frustration.

“Rule number two: always remember that **you** have the power. If there is something you don’t wish to participate in or you feel uncomfortable with, you will tell me, and we will stop.” Sloan continued, releasing her neck, and he knelt before her, tugging the dress over her hips and letting it fall to the ground.

“And rule number three… well, that rule will come later.” He smirked, kissing her stomach before standing up.

Myra resisted the urge to cover herself as Sloan’s eyes slowly drifted over her exposed skin. She could see them change in arousal as the grey in his eyes starting to turn white.

“You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you… umm, sir?” She guessed, unsure about their roles in the bedroom.

Sloan growled, and Myra saw that her words only heightened his need for her. “As appealing as that sounds, I am not a Dominant... our relationship outside of the bedroom is a partnership, so you can continue to call me ‘Sloan’ or any nickname you wish to give me…”

“Sloan.” She whispered, and his lips crashed against hers taking her breath away. His tongue assaulted hers, tangling, swirling and sucking each other. He lifted her slightly and unconsciously, her legs wrapped around his hips. Neither wanting to end the kiss, he blindly strolled towards the bathroom. He entered the darkened room. Thankfully, the light sensors automatically switched on, and he went straight into the shower stall.

Myra grunted when her back slammed into the cold, stony texture of the shower wall. Sloan broke away from their kiss long enough to turn on the water before recapturing her lips. The shock of ice-cold water cascaded down onto them, causing them to gasp out loud. But soon, the water temperature warmed up, and steam began to build up.

“Your suit.” She tried to mutter against his kisses.

Sloan moved across her jaw and down her neck. “I can dry clean.” He answered

Myra nodded and started unbuttoning the top of his shirt. She slowly moved from one button to the next until Sloan’s patience ran out.

“*Bingo!*” She thought, grinning to herself.

He placed her on the wooden, built-in bench in the shower stall. Myra watched as he gripped the open ends of his shirt, and he ripped it open. Myra bit her lip as her eyes raked over his wet body when Sloan quickly removed the soaked material and dropped it on the ground.

“*Handcrafted by God himself.*” Myra amazed. She had showered with him before, but she didn’t admire the fine details of his bulging muscles or his rippling abs. “*Two… four… six… eight?? An eight pack plus a deep defined V.*”

“Do you like what you?”

“Meh…” she teased, and his hands stilled on the button for his pants. But the white fabric mixed with water left nothing for the imagination. His hardening cock stood out like a beacon on the inside of his tight pants.

“Meh?? Meh… Meh?” He tested the word and shook his head, dropping to his knees before her. “Meh is a three-letter word… so, let’s start with three and see how “meh” your mate is.”

He pulled Myra’s hip to the edge of the bench and swiftly ripped her thong off of her.

“Three wha… ahhhhh!!” She started to ask, but Sloan threw her legs onto his shoulder and latched onto her pierced clit. His tongue danced across the tight bud before he pulled the small, bar-pierced bead into his mouth, sucking on it.

Myra moaned at the tingling sensations he was creating. It felt like her body was a finely tuned instrument that only Sloan knew how to play expertly. Her head fell back against the wall and her fingers tangled into his wet hair. She ground her hips into his mouth as he alternated between sucking and licking at her clit. She was almost blind-sided by her orgasm that had appeared out of nowhere. Her moans got louder the higher her orgasm climbed. Just as she was about to tumble over the edge into blissful completion, Sloan moved away.

“Wha-why did you stop?”

“One.” He smirked, standing up wiping sweat and steam condensation from his brow before finishing the removal of his pants. “Two more to follow.”

“But I… But you…” Confusion laced her voice as he turned into the falling water, allowing it to rain down over him. She was panting heavily from the receding sensation of her failed orgasm while her body tried to cool itself down. “Two more what?”

“You are a smart woman… figure it out.” He winked.

Myra huffed out her frustration. “*Fine! I will take matters into my own hands.*”

“You do that… and there will be serious repercussions… far worse than orgasm denial.” Sloan threatened.

Myra’s hands were frozen inches over her clit, and she gazed up at him, weighing her options. Sloan arched one of his eyebrows, daring her to disobey. Her eyes dropped to his cock, which stood at attention against his stomach, and she hungrily licked her lips. He mischievously shook his head, then nodded when her hand slowly moved away from her lightly throbbing organ. He then held out his hand, silently calling her to him.

“Come here…” He ordered. “What’s rule number one?”

“Umm… it’s ummm…” She stuttered, ”*Crap, I forgot.*" Before she could school her facial expressions, Sloan wickedly smiled. She placed her hand in his, and he pulled her to her feet.

“Hmm… do I have to remind you?” He pulled her under the falling water. She swallowed hard as his wicked hands roamed over her wet body. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

Myra slowly turned around and did as instructed. He then crowded her back, plastering her front against the wall. She felt his hand slowly run down her wet back and over the curve of her butt. His hand disappeared for a bit, and she felt the stinging sensation of his palm striking her butt.

“Oooo…” She moaned, biting her lip.

She felt him move to her other butt cheek and delivered another stinging spank, then massaged the tender globes and whispered into her ear. “You taste divine, my sweet mate…”

Suddenly, two of his fingers plunged deep into her core. Myra gasped loudly, and her hands slipped off the wall.

“Keep your hands on the wall,” Sloan growled, nipping at her earlobe. Myra whimpered and grinded herself on his fingers. She closed her eyes and hummed when his fingers started moving in her at varying speeds.

She felt the familiar tingles of her fast-approaching orgasm as it returned with a vengeance. Her breathing increased as she chased the impending release. She felt her wet hair move off her shoulder and Sloan’s lips and tongue licking up and down the curve of her neck. His fingers slowed, and he started to withdraw them, so she tightened her core muscles around his digits.

“Please…” she begged.

“Fuck it!” He exclaimed, roughly gripping her chin, and Myra gasped when his canines sunk into the flesh of her neck. After the initial shock and pain of his bite disappeared, all her senses went into overdrive. She was overwhelmed as Sloan completed the Claiming by marking her as his. She tilted her head to provide him with more room, and his teeth sunk deeper into her neck. His act of claiming her almost shoved Myra over the orgasmic edge.

However, Sloan removed his teeth from her neck and licked the spot to close the wounds his teeth created; then pulled his fingers out of her body. Myra groaned once again as her would-be orgasm pled from her.

“No!!” She complained, hitting the wall.

“That’s two,” he gloated, kissing the tender, marked skin on her neck.

“Sloan…” She whispered, leaning into his exploring mouth.

He chuckled, “One more, Angel… to be fair, you brought this onto yourself.”

“You are a mean man!”

“Says the woman now sporting my mark,” He smiled, reaching for the soap and quickly washed their bodies. Once, they were both clean, he turned off the water and kissed Myra’s frowning brow. “My intention wasn’t to mark you in the shower, but you are just so damn cute… and perfect.”

He grabbed a fluffy towel and dried their bodies before picking her up and carrying her back into the bedroom.

“I do have legs, you know.”

“I know, and I can’t wait for them to be wrapped around my waist.” He said proudly, causing Myra to roll her eyes. “What was that?” he asked darkly, narrowing his gaze at her.

“Nothing… oh, what’s that?” She said, changing the topic and pointing to a gift-wrapped box sitting on the bed. Sloan placed her next to the box, and she quickly plucked the note off the bow.

“‘**To Sloan and Myra, may what inside help spice up the night. Love Megan.**’… Oh god.” Myra groaned as Sloan carefully unwrapped the box and opened it. “By all that is holy… please be a simple gift.”

It was white tissue paper folded around something. She nervously waited as Sloan parted the tissue and pulled out a folded, silk-pink piece of fabric. Sloan smirked, opening up the teddy lingerie before setting it off to the side. He then reached into the box again.

“Oh ho ho…” He laughed, “I just figured out punishment number three.” He smiled, pulling out a small, black egg-like device. Myra’s eyes widen; she was positive she was glowing with embarrassment.

“*I am going to kill Megan.*” Myra thought, plotting the different ways to end her best friend’s life. She watched as Sloan quickly switched the vibrator on and off, testing the different speeds before he brought it up to his nose. He deeply inhaled, and Myra could have sworn his eyes got whiter.

“It even smells like you… is this yours?”

“Umm… well… you see…” She stammered.

“Don’t lie to me.” He growled.

“Yes, it’s mine. Like if you don’t already know it, but I don’t know how Megan found it.” she pouted, folding her arms over her chest.

“Lay back,” He ordered, pushing the box off the bed. “You can wear the teddy some other time… because I already have you naked.”

Myra sighed heavily and laid back, leaving her legs dangling off the side of the bed. She then heard the soft vibrations of the egg switching on again. First, he placed it on one tightly, peddled nipple, then the next, before slowly creeping down her stomach. She giggled as the vibrating pulsed passed over her navel.

She felt him kiss a pathway after the egg before resting it directly on her clit. She almost jumped out of her skin as the egg danced over her piercing.

“Would you look at that? Weeping for me already.” Sloan teased before disappearing between her legs. She shifted her body in an attempt to get a clearer view, but Sloan quickly snatched the vibrator away from her and abruptly ended all stimulation.

“Sloan…”

“Lay back down, Angel… you don’t need to see to enjoy.”

She dropped onto the bed in annoyance, but it was short-lived as the pulsing vibrations of the egg once again started tormenting her bud. She felt Sloan using his free hand to place her legs on his shoulders before his tongue slipped into her weeping pussy.

“YES!!” She screamed, overpowered by the dual stimulation of his tongue and the vibrator. She gathered handfuls of the bedsheets as stars clouded her vision. Her two previously failed orgasms returned suddenly, threatening to erupt from her body.

“Sloan… right there!” She groaned, grinding her hips into his face.

“*Am I still ‘meh’?*” Sloan’s angry thoughts echoed clearly in her head. “*Am I?*”

“GOD… NO!!”

Sloan chuckled, fueling the multiple delicious sensations occurring between her legs. It was then she felt the tickle brushes of his beard on the sides of her thighs and the spot between the pussy and ass. This stimulation only added to the orgasmic ascension she was riding.

“Just a little more…” She begged, nearing the peak, ready to toss herself over the edge when Sloan’s twirling tongue disappeared from inside her.

“NO!!!” she tried closing her legs on him, but her protests were cut short when Sloan slammed his hard cock inside her and stilled.

“Sweet baby Jesus…” She hissed at the sudden feeling of fulfilment. She was going to break, for sure.

“Ready?” He asked through clenched teeth.

The egg was perched on top of her clit, prolonging her orgasmic turmoil. While Sloan gently swirled his hips, pushing his cock in a little further.

“Hold onto the egg, sweetheart… this is going to be a fast, rough ride.” He said, easing his cock out before slamming back into her. Myra released the bedsheet and fumbled to grab hold of the egg as Sloan jackhammered into her. “Like a fucking glove!”

“Faster!”

“Your wish… is… my… command!” Sloan grunted, pounding into her.

“SLOAN!!” She screamed as she finally tipped over the edge. She gasped and shuddered as her body’s reflexes kicked into overdrive. Strangely, one of her legs twitched like an electrical charge ran through her body. Instead of slowing down, Sloan continued pumping his cock into her. The sounds of their skins slapping together changed, and Myra got wetter.

“My beautiful squirter!” Sloan complimented, releasing her legs and pulled her up so that he can sit on the bed. The change in position drove him deeper into her.

“Oh my God!”

“Ride me, babe.” He moaned, taking the egg from her head and tossed it on the bed behind them. Using his shoulder as an anchor, Myra started moving up and down on his pulsing member. Sloan licked a bead of sweat that rolled down one of her breasts before he latched onto her nipple.

Her breathing increased as she ground her hips onto his. She felt Sloan’s member increase in width, indicating that he was nearing his own release. As if her body had sensed his impending orgasm, she felt another orgasm tingling and creeping up on her. She combed her fingers through his damp hair, and she pulled his head to the side, exposing his neck.

“Cum for me, baby.” She whispered, gazing into his eyes. She saw his eyes glaze over, and she chose that moment to sink her own canines into his neck. Sloan groaned and lost all control. She felt his claws dig into her butt cheeks as he rammed her down on his lap.

“Fuck!” He howled, flooding her womb with his warm release. Sloan buckled under her, triggering her own orgasm. She kept her teeth embedded in his neck as she rode out both of their orgasms. On the last wave, she removed her teeth and licked his neck to close the wounds her teeth made. “You marked me, Angel… I’m yours.”

“All mine.” She echoed, kissing him deeply. She giggled when Sloan rolled them onto the bed.

“Again…” he growled. Myra realized his cock was still hard as iron and pulsing inside her, ready to go.