Chapter Nine

**Sloan**

Sloan sat behind his desk in the Den, staring blankly at his computer. It’s been three days since the clinic discharged Myra, and he’d whisked her straight to his house.

That was mistake number one.

He’d heard about male shifters becoming overly protective of their females once they have agreed to the mating match; this was evident by Sloan pigheadedly setting Myra up in his bedroom.

That was mistake number two.

Furthermore, he was glad he had the hindsight to get a whole new bed while she was still in the clinic. He didn’t want Myra in the same bed where he had other women. He also had his personal shopper organize a new wardrobe for Myra, it now shared space in his closet.

But mistake number three was insisting on waiting until Sunday to claim her. From the moment she opened her honey-coloured eyes three days ago, Sloan found it hard to be more than two feet away from her.

It only got worse with her sleeping in his bed, without him. He now felt like he was a glutton for punishment. Each night, he uncomfortably folded his 6-foot 4-inch frame onto the settee. However, his discomfort was paired with her scent invading his dreams, causing him to wake up with painful morning woods.

Last night, he ended up on the couch in the Den, where he tossed and turned all night until he rolled off a couple of times. He thought sleeping there would have helped curb his hunger for his female. But the more he tried, the harder he found it to resist the urge to fuck her brains out; Sunday couldn’t come fast enough.

Tristan came in and deposited some papers on the desk in front of him, but Sloan couldn’t concentrate.

Myra had just excused herself for the fourth time today, and Sloan suspected she had gone to take another shower. He was secretly glad she was also feeling the same sexual frustration as him. But each time she returned, she glistened from a fresh shower scented in fresh vanilla soap only made him crave her more. He found himself staring at her, but it only heightened her arousal, causing her to repeat the process.

Today, the household was abuzz like a busy hive with different members helping to organize and prepare for the Claiming Ceremony.

The kitchens contained a wide array of different food items needed for the after ceremony feast. They had transformed the gardens into a bride’s dream with the lights still needed to be incorporated. The company will be coming tomorrow to complete that task.

Additionally, an Elder from the council would be visiting soon to go over the ceremony and its proceedings.

Too consumed by his internal struggles, Sloan didn’t notice Myra re-entering the room nor the tell-tale sound of the engaged lock on the door. It was the intoxicating fragrance of vanilla that filled the room and her soft voice that got his attention to her presence.

“Sloan?”

He looked up at her, and his mouth hung open. Myra was dressed in a short, blue floral spring dress.

"*Fuck me.*" He thought. It was that rare moment where he let his guard down and opened his thoughts to her.

"*Gladly.*" She smiled as she repeated his comment from the clinic days ago.

“Myra, you are playing with fire.”

“I am?” She teased as she rounded his desk. Sloan leaned back in his chair, creating minimal space for her between the desk and his chair.

“It just occurred to me... it’s been three days since we agreed to claim each other as mates, and I know your scent intimately. But I don’t know what you taste like. What if we are not compatible?”

Sloan smirked, and his hand snaked up her bare legs.

“I am not comfortable with other males seeing you in this dress,” Sloan stated, licking his lips.

Myra’s fingers raked through his hair, pulling his head back, allowing his eyes to clash with hers. All he saw was pure unadulterated lust staring back at him. Her honey-coloured eyes brightened and changed in arousal.

“Cold showers were not enough, I see?”

She bit her lip and shook her head. She hitched up her dress and straddled his lap. She then caged him in by locking her arms over his shoulder and continued gazing into his eyes. She licked her lips as Sloan grabbed hold of her ass through her dress and yanked her roughly towards him. The shock of her sex grinding against his hardening member caused Myra to gasp.

“Just a little taste, please?” She leaned in, laying a butterfly, soft kiss against his lips. They were so soft and sweet, Sloan felt the last bit of his self-respect and honour disappeared.

“Fuck it.”

He slammed his lips onto hers and his wolf rejoiced by howling in joy. It was simply perfect. His tongue danced with hers as her grip tightened in his hair.

She moaned in his mouth as she rubbed herself against the fly of his pants. His hardening cock was screaming to be released and to be buried deep inside her. So deep that neither of them would have known where one ended and the other began.

They broke apart briefly to gaze at each other.

“You are perfect,” Sloan whispered in her ear.

“I want more.” She purred.

Sloan growled as he attacked her swollen lips again. His hands kneaded her ass as she grinded harder on his cock. Her soft moans fed his need to have more of her. He peppered kisses down her chin and settled on the curve of her neck. His lips ran over her pulse, and he pulled the delicate skin into his mouth, licking the throbbing beat.

The rational side of him was telling him to end this now before it was too late. But they were both nearing the point of no return.

The harder he sucked on her neck, the faster she circled her hips against him. Her frantic movements caused the hem of her dress to ride up, and Sloan found himself grazing the soft globes of her ass.

“Fuck... Myra, you’re not wearing any panties?”

He released her neck, and the red mark he had created glowed against her caramel skin.

“Too restrictive.” She muttered, biting her lower lip.

“We should stop.”

Sloan decided to try being rational one last time.

Myra shook her head as she reached behind her back and loosened the strings to the back of her dress. She then pulled the sleeves down, exposing her shoulders and the top part of her breasts.

Being face-to-face with the smooth tops of her small breasts finally broke him. He moved one hand to palm her soft breasts before teasing her hard nipples. He then returned to the hickey on her neck, kissing and sucking it before moving down her neck to the curve where her shoulder and neck met.

“Do you still want to stop?” She giggled.

Instead of answering her, the hand that was holding her breast moved slowly down her body, and he boldly wedged it between her thighs. He purposely avoided her clit and plunged three fingers deep inside her. It was a very tight squeeze, and Myra squealed, rocking up onto her toes. He removed his fingers and decided to use two instead.

“Sloan...” She groaned, and her head fell back as a look of ecstasy flashed across her face. Her hands gripping his hair tightened.

“That’s it, baby... do you want to cum just like this?”

Myra let go of his hair and grabbed a fist full of her breasts. She pebbled her nipples through the dress and rode his fingers.

“Or maybe?”

Suddenly, Sloan removed his fingers and stood up from his chair. He allowed Myra to slowly slide down his body to stand as he sucked his fingers dry.

“*Delicious and sweet, exactly like I thought,*” Sloan said to himself.

He suddenly turned her around and swiftly bent her over the desk. He fumbled with the zipper of his pants as he released his hard, angry cock. He squeezed his stiff member between her closed thighs, using her sleek arousal as lube. They both groaned as Myra tightened her legs around him.

One of Sloan’s hands reached around her to palm her breast again, while the other snaked down her body to find her clit. He stilled his movement when his fingertips brushed against a solid yet welcoming surprise.

“Myra? Are you?”

“Don’t stop, please!” She begged and placed her small hand on his to guide his movement.

“*Christ, she’s pierced, and I am dying to see it,*” He thought as he resumed thrusting between the tight valley of her thighs and increased the pressure on her clit with their joint fingers. Her scent was now overpowering all his primal senses and the room. The dual assault on her body caused her breathing to hike, and she moaned louder. He could tell she was nearing her release.

Myra raised up on her free hand and unconsciously assumed the Claiming Pose by presenting her neck to Sloan once again. He felt his canines elongate as his wolf growled, wanting to bite down on her exposed flesh. To fully claim her as his own, in that very moment.

“Myra, don’t present your neck to me in this position. I... oh god... my patience is very, very, VERY limited.”

“SLOAN!!!” She screamed as she erupted like a geyser, showering his cock with her female juices.

“*Fuck! She’s a squirter too.*”

Sloan quickly released her breast and covered her mouth. He needed to smother the volume of her orgasm; unfortunately, her release triggered his. Before he could pull away, Myra cupped her hands over his cockhead. He groaned, thrusting out the last of his release.

“Myra... that was...” He started, but Myra turned around and licked his cum off the palm of her hand, shocking him into silence.

“Mmmmm... delicious.”

“Fucking tease.” He grabbed her by the neck and slammed their lips together. Sloan could taste himself as she tried to deepen the kiss.

*knock*knock*

“WHAT?!” Sloan barked, spinning them around as that his back was to the door.

“If you are both quite finished, you have company,” Tristan called out from behind the closed door.

Sloan gazed down at Myra, who was giggling softly into his shirt. He smiled as he quickly tucked himself back into his pants but was greeted with the wet evidence of her squirting orgasm.

“I am going to have a great deal of fun with that clit piercing and your squirting ability... umm.. the bathroom is through there... you can get cleaned up.”

“I guess we are VERY compatible.” Myra smiled at him.

The little minx sucked another finger in her mouth as she turned to walk away. Without thinking, Sloan smacked her hard on the ass. He heard the sudden hitch in her voice. Over her shoulder, she threw one of the sexist smiles he has ever seen.

“Behave... there’s always more where that came from.”

He watched her disappear into the bathroom before he moved over to the door. He unlocked and opened it to Tristan, who stood by himself with a shit-knowing smile spread across his face.

“Shut the fuck up... and tell the Elder, we will meet him in the Common Rooms instead. Myra and I will be there, momentarily.”

Tristan suppressed a smile as he inhaled deeply. His eyes flashed, and he chuckled at his brother. Sloan narrowed his eyes and growled lowly at Tristan.

“Mmmhmmmm... from the strong scent of your female radiating off you, I am sure every male shifter in the Seattle area will know who she belongs to.”

“That’s the point... just let me get changed, and I will meet everyone in the Common Rooms.”