Chapter Twenty-Seven

**Myra**

Myra woke up to the sound of consistent tapping of keys; it was almost rhythmic. She sighed heavily and stretched out her very sore limbs, looking across the room at Sloan. He sat behind his desk, frowning at the computer screen as he concentrated on something. He looked freshly washed and was dress in a crisp white button-down shirt. His hair was a damp wavy mess framing his face while tumbling down onto his shoulders.

She stretched again, looking about the room. “*So, this is Sloan’s global inner sanctum?*” She thought as her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit, curtain drawn room. The black leather couch, which she laid on, was part of a three-piece set surrounding a black glass top coffee table. On her right, there were two bookcases on either side of the office main double doors. Binders, books and rolled-up sheets of paper filled each shelf. To her left was a light grey curtained wall. Since no light shone through them, she assumed it was late dusk. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and felt a rush of fluid trying to exit her core. She tried clenching to stop herself from messing up the leather upholstery. She quickly cupped herself and found that Sloan had managed to put her panties back on. However, that was the only item of clothing she was wearing. Sloan had draped his suit jacket over her like a blanket.

As Myra stood up, she slipped her arms into the sleeves and walked over the curtains. After some searching, she found a gap and pulled it opened. She discovered two things in the process. The curtains were blacked-out curtains as the sun still hung on the horizon. Also, Sloan had a magnificent panoramic view of downtown Seattle. She stepped away from the glass wall when the curtains started moving on their own. She looked over at Sloan, who was smirking at her.

“Slept well, my love?” He turned the chair as Myra approached him.

“Very well,” She teased, crawling onto his lap and curled herself into a small ball, settling against his chest.

“My poor vagina is in sexual shock… this is the most action it’s had in five years.”

She felt him tense under her before his arms wrapped around her, and he hugged her tightly to him. “That malfunctioning filter of yours will be the death of me.” He said amusingly.

“But you love it as much as you love me,” She smiled, kissing his chest. She started laughing with Sloan as his rumbling laughter caused her to jiggle on his lap. After a short time, they caught their breaths, and he deeply inhaled her hair before placing a kiss on her messy curls.

“That I do.”

She glanced over at his screen and took notice of the various detailed reports illustrated on the screen. Myra sat up, leaning against the desk’s surface, and she took hold of the mouse. “you did background checks on my co-workers?” She double-clicked to open up an image file; it was a detailed blueprint of her school.

“Y-yes?” He replied slowly, and it sounded like he was unsure. But Myra glanced over her shoulder and smiled reassuringly at him.

“Any skeletons?”

“No… most of them are human. The otherworldly creatures who are employed there are relatively harmless, and I see your principal is a Wiccan?”

“Lovely woman, she took over the year before I joined. Lucinda revolutionized the way we deliver knowledge which has impacted how children learn. Her changes caused our overall scores to skyrocket and pushed us up to the top of the state league.” Myra gushed excitedly. “She’s basically a superhero.”

“You truly admire her?”

“Yes, I do… did you find anything else?” She asked him, clicked through the various files opened on his computer.

“Myra?” He gently twisted her upper body so he can look into her eyes. “As much as I don’t like the situation, I get it. You have been independent for so long; I can’t simply ask or demand that you give up who you are. I don’t want you to regret it later on in life and, by extension, hold me accountable for taking away your willpower.” He explained, rubbing his thumb along her jaw. “For this to work, we need a mutual understanding and respect for each other… trust me to keep you safe; like you trust me to give you unimaginable pleasure.” He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against hers.

“You do know how to use that tongue,” She teased, licking his lips.

Suddenly, he gripped her hair and slammed his lips onto her. Myra giggled, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, twirling around hers. She shifted her body to wrap her arms around his neck. She moaned contentedly, suckling on his tongue, while she felt his other hand slowly moving up her inner thigh. Just then, her stomach growled loudly, stilling both of their actions. She released his tongue and lips and laid her forehead against his, laughing.

“You need to feed me before indulging in my lady parts again.”

Sloan chuckled at her words, snuggling his face into her neck. “Maybe we should increase your caloric intake,” He mumbled, stringing a line of kisses onto his mark.

“Planning to add inches to my waistline?”

“Planning to keep fucking you on every available surface… I prefer you passing out from orgasms, not lack of energy.”

“You’re a sex tyrant.” Myra groaned in playful frustration.

“But I’m your sex tyrant.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss her again.

Before their lips could connect, her stomach growled again. This time it was louder, longer and angrier.

Sloan moved his face back and tapped her nose with his index finger. “You should get dress… we’re having an early dinner.” Her stomach made a funny sound as it agreed with him. “My private bathroom is through there.”

He pointed to a single frosted glass door behind the couch she was just sleeping on. Myra nodded and quickly kissed him before climbing off his lap. He smacked her butt as she walked off.

She entered the small private bathroom and paused. It was almost an extension of their bathroom in the packhouse; a single white vanity with a large mirror, a black toilet to the left of the vanity and a black-tiled, glass-enclosed shower to its right. There was a small bag and a fluffy white towel on top of the vanity. She opened up the bag and found all her toiletries inside.

“Umm…” She turned to look back at Sloan.

“There’s a dress in a protective bag behind the door for you.” He stated. She almost closed the door to look behind it, and she found a black garment bag hanging on a hook.

“When did you,” She started to ask and shook her head. “What time is it?”

“It’s five twenty-eight,” He called out, sounding distracted. Myra peeked out and saw that he was typing on the keyboard. She shrugged and closed the door. She unzipped the garment bag and saw a note attached to the hanger.

‘**Here are two options for tonight. I hope Sloan likes them. Leanne.**’ Myra read the note. “*What’s happening tonight?*”

She pulled two little black dresses out, and her eyes opened wide at the first one. It had flimsy spaghetti straps, a deep plunging neckline, and it wrapped on her hip. But it was short. “*This isn’t a dress… it’s a top.*”

She placed it on the garment hook and took out the other dress. It had a high round neckline with short, cap sleeves and the skirts were puffy and mid-thigh in length.

“*Well, this one is very classy… so different from the one option.*” She turned it around and chuckled. “*Nevermind.*”

The dress was completely backless. It had two straps attached to the cap sleeves that tied across the shoulder blades. “*Vag, I’m sorry… but I’m going to tease him with the first dress.*”

She placed the second dress back into the bag and left it open. “*When will I learn?*” She smiled to herself while she searched the bag for underwear. There was a small pocket on the inside of the garment bag and, she found her underwear stashed there. She shrugged off Sloan’s jacket and neatly placed it on a hook next to dress number one. Smiling to herself, Myra moved over to her toiletries bag and took out her vanilla liquid bath soap. She then stepped into the shower stall for a quick shower.

Myra wasn’t sure how long she was in the shower, but the warm water helped soothe her arching muscle. She styled her damp curls with some of the hair products that Leanne had also graciously packed for her.

“*My curls are popping today… thank you, natural hair gods.*” She smiled, shaking her head to fluff her curls out. She walked up to first dress, slipping the silky-smooth material over her arms and quickly tied a loose knot on her hip. With another glance at her finished form, Myra stepped out of the bathroom. Sloan was standing by his desk, leaning over reading something on his screen. She licked her lips, gazing at him. He had changed his suit while he waited for her. He had changed his suit while he waited for her. He wore all black. The perfectly tailored pants suited his powerful legs, even his tight t-shirt moulded to his muscular. He completed his look with a casual jacket.

“So, do I get shoes too?” Myra teased. In an unconcerned fashion, he quickly glanced at her before returning to his screen. Suddenly, his head snapped back to her, and he slowly stood up straight. She felt like his eyes were caressing every part of her body.

“No. no… no… no!” He shook his head. “You’re not leaving this building in that.” He growled, and his eyes changed in arousal. She slowly twirled in the dress.

“You don’t like it?”

“Minx, why am I surrounded by such mischievous females?” He complained, raising his head to the heavens as if in prayer. She grinned at the look of pure frustration on his face.

“*Sucker…*” She smiled. “Oh, keep my panties on! There’s another dress I can change into; give me two minutes.” She laughed, turning back to the bathroom.

Before she could take a step forward, one of Sloan’s hands wrapped around her waist, and the other closed around her neck. She shivered when she felt his warm breath as he whispered into her ear.

“After dinner, I’m taking you home, and all the denials and orgasms I have given you before will seem like child’s play by the time I’m done with you,” He kissed her cheek and released her. “Now hurry up and change,” He ordered, smacking her butt harder than before. “Your father is waiting for us.”

“What?” She was sure she was gaping at him.

“We’re having dinner with your dad.”

***

**Sloan**

The smile she flashed him before darting back into the bathroom; warmed his heart and almost brought him to his knees. Sloan knew his last-minute decision to invite Laurence was perfect. His phone buzzed on his desk when he returned to finish shutting down his computer. He looked at the phone screen and saw it was an unknown number.

“Hello?” He answered, and the call immediately ended. The device buzzed again, and his father-in-claiming texted him to let him know that he had arrived at the restaurant. He grinned, already ignoring the strange call and slipped his phone into his pocket. He then picked up her nude-coloured shoes and walked over to the couch to wait for her.

As soon as he sat down, Myra quickly exited the bathroom, trying to tie the straps of her dress behind her.

“Much better.” He smiled, looking at the dress and nodded in approval. She bit her lower lips stepping towards him. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she slipped her feet into her shoes. Her scent surrounded him, and Sloan felt his wolf reacting to it. He saw her struggled with a shoe, so he gently gripped her ankle to help her.

She visibly jumped at his touch, causing him to smirk. Sloan couldn’t resist running his hand up her leg, reaching under her dress and grabbed hold of her butt while nuzzling her stomach.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He growled.

“I need you to help tie the straps on the back of my dress.” She asked, wiggling out of his grip and turned around to show him her back.

“Sweet baby Jesus.” He gasped, gazing at her bare back. “*Give me strength.*” He prayed, standing up and swiftly untying what she previously did and re-tied it. Once done, he kissed her shoulder and ran a finger down her spine. “Let’s go.” He said, holding out his arm, and she hooked her hand through it, and they left his office.

The elevator ride down to the parking garage was very heated. Sloan hurdled Myra into the corner of the elevator, nuzzling her neck and groping her butt, which was freely available to him under the short skirts of her dress. Her soft giggles and pleasurable moans echoed in his ear as his canines raked across her sensitive neck. The elevator slowed to a stop, and they untangled their limbs to exit it. Sloan strongly contemplated cancelling dinner to take Myra straight home and to bed.

His matted, dark violet Bugatti Chiron was parked in its usual place near the elevator’s doors, so the walk to the car was short. He helped her into the vehicle and quickly got in. Luckily, the drive to the restaurant wasn’t a long one from J & Sons.

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of a simple, unassuming building. “Stay here, I’ll come around to get you.” He said, jumping out of the car. He quickly moved around the hood and opened her door. Once she was out, he secured her hand in the crook of his arm. He fished out a tip for the young valet who was drooling at his car. “Keep her safe.” He shook hands with the young man, discreetly tipping him.

This restaurant is the best-kept secret in Seattle as very few humans know of its existence, but the otherworldly community keeps it in business. Myra gazed about the simple room as they entered the entryway. The small room had white ash grey walls and had an earthy feel to it. The concierge booth was a light varnished wood desk with two creatures standing behind it; both were smiling as they approached. To the left side of the desk was an accent wall. It had a tiled, wood-finished wall with water cascading down into a small rocky pond on the ground. To the right of the desk was a doorway that led to the underground restaurant.

“Reservation for Jamison,” Sloan said, and the man, who was a hybrid according to his scent, tapped on the tablet screen built into the desktop.

“Please follow me, Alpha.” The man said, picking up two dark brown leather-bound menus, and motioned to the doorway on his left. They followed the man as he guided them down a short, dimly-lit stairwell that led to an underground open floor plan restaurant.

He smiled at Myra sudden intake as she gazed about the room in surprise. The eating area was full of otherworldly creatures, all from different species, ranks and classifications. There was a low buzz of conversation as the bewitched room held multiple tables for either a large group gathering or an intimate setting for two. The candles from the tabletops and the built-in wall candelabras cast a celestial glow throughout the room. Sloan nodded to various creatures who acknowledgement him with a bow. Along the far end of the room against the wall, there were several booths. Mr Gallagher stood up as they approached.

“Daddy!!” Myra squealed, jumping into his arms.

“*My needs aside, Myra definitely needed this.*” Sloan thought, looking at father and daughter embrace.

“My little vixen pup.” He greeted, kissing her on the cheek. “Son.” He turned to Sloan and gave him a firm handshake.

“Mr Gallagher,” Sloan replied, then cleared his throat when Laurence frowned at him. “Laurence.”

“Thank you… and thank you for inviting me today.” He smiled, waving to the booth area in a silent indication that both Myra and himself were to sit over there while he took up the single chair on the other end of the table. Once seated, Myra snuggled into Sloan’s side, fitting perfectly into him.

“With everything that has taken place and how swiftly they have been happening, we never had a chance to sit down and get to know each other...” Sloan said, “... and I’m sure you’re missing this little one as much as she misses you.”

“The house is a lot quieter than I would like these days… but I understand the mate bond.” He responded dismally, and Myra sat up. Sloan immediately mourned the loss of her warmth.

“Daddy, have you been thinking about mom?” She asked, reaching over and linked her fingers with her dad’s

Sloan studies the older man, and he seemed to have aged since they saw him for the ceremony over the weekend.

“Yeah…” Laurence replied huskily. Sloan saw him gave Myra’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Sloan tried comforting her by placing his hand on the small of her back. It wasn’t meant to be sexual, but the tingling connection of their skin touching caused goosebumps to break out on her back. His dick twitched at her reaction.

“*Behave, you insatiable organ.*” Sloan snapped at his cock, and Myra smirked at him, letting him know that she’d heard him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make the mood of the evening so heavy… so soon.” Laurence’s voice felt like a dump of ice water on Sloan’s libido.

“No, no… we should talk about her,” Myra stated, and Sloan slightly frowned, confused by the flow of their conversation and his lack of self-control when it came to his sexual appetite towards Myra. “You don’t mind, do you, Sloan?” She asked, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Umm…” It took Sloan a couple of minutes to school his wayward thoughts.

“*To talk about my mom.*” Myra linked with him, giving him an out.

“If you don’t mind, Laurence, I would like to learn more about Mrs Gallagher.” Sloan smiled, genuinely intrigued by the late matriarch of her family.

Myra smiled brightly and looked back at her dad. “See! It’s been about twenty years, dad. It’s okay to start celebrating and talking about her life.”

“She did leave me two wonderful gifts.” He smiled. “So, Sloan, do you want to the long-winded PG history or the edited bedtime story I used to tell the girls when they were little.”

“Your history is now my history,” Sloan said, sipping some water.

“Let’s order some food first.” He grinned, opening up the menu. Myra squeezed her father’s hand one last time before releasing it, and she settled back into Sloan’s side.

“Thank you.” She whispered, kissing his shoulder.