Chapter 210

During speeches, Mateo got bored and decided he showed his face long enough and signaled his men that it was time to go.

On his way out Mateo’s nose caught the scent of an unfamiliar hybrid and his eyes started to search for the female's scent.

“You are like me,” Phoebe heard a sexy male voice behind her and she turned around just enough to meet the man she saw earlier being greeted by the Red-Head Seductress as Daddy.

‘My word he is even more attractive up close. I hope I don’t have to kill you,’ Phoebe thought, thankful that she was still fated to Prince Mano, or she might have just given her all to this beautiful man.

“I am just passing through. I am not from here,” Phoebe said, taking a sip from her champagne before fully turning around to face the beautiful man.

“I can see that,” Mateo said in a hoarse tone, taking in her foreign beauty.

“Can I steal you away for a private nightcap?” Mateo asked, wondering if she was going to play hard to get.

“You may,” Phoebe said, slipping her free hand around his arm before putting her champagne glass down on a tray of a server.

Phoebe was ready to leave and go to the council to make sure Michelle was ok and not being forced into marriage by Queen Lana but first, she needed to be absolutely sure that the Red-Head Seductress was fine and that everything was as it appeared.

“You surprise me,” Mateo said, smiling, walking her out of the hall.

“Why is that?” Phoebe asked.

“You don’t seem like the kind of woman that will just go home with a man,” Mateo said.

“And you don’t seem like the kind of man that will just ask a woman home with you,” Phoebe turned his words on him.

Mateo just chuckled, walking her out of the building. One of Mateo’s own men acted as a valet and has already driven his car around and opened the car passenger seat of the car for Phoebe to get in first before walking around and opening the driver's seat door for Mateo.

“You drive yourself?” Phoebe asked smiling pretending not to notice the several other cars pulling up in front and behind them.

“I do, and you?” Mateo asked, starting the car. ‘Who is this mysterious creature,’ he wondered.

“I don’t,” Phoebe said.

“Lycan?” Mateo asked, wondering.

“Lycan and you?” Phoebe asked, pretending not to know what species he was but already knowing he was a Lycan like her.

“Lycan but like other Lycans, we don’t really use the term; I think it has died out along with the Werewolves in the Supernatural war,” Mateo said.

“Then why did you ask?” Phoebe asked, wondering.

“I have never seen a wolf like you, so I assumed that perhaps you are some pure werewolf hybrid that survived the Supernatural war,” Mateo said, now feeling stupid for mentioning it.

“I will take that as a compliment,” Phoebe said smiling.

“So, you are a hybrid?” Mateo confirmed.

“You just said I am, yet you need to confirm it? Did I hint that I am denying it?” Phoebe asked, wondering what he was getting at.

“You don’t smell half dead, that’s all. Are you claimed?” Mateo asked, looking at her collarbone that wore no mark.

“I don’t have a mate; do you want to volunteer?” Phoebe lied, ignoring his first statement.

“Absolutely!” Mateo said regretting his eagerness, making Phoebe chuckle.

They pull into the compound and Mateo could not walk Phoebe over to his house and into his room fast enough, completely forgetting that he had Jeanette tied up in his room.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here,” Phoebe asked, walking over to Jeanette, and brushing some of her hair out of her face.

“Crap, I forgot about her,” Mateo said, ‘guess I ruined my chances now,’ he thought to himself.

“Is she who I think she is?” Phoebe played dumb.

“The Red-Head Seductress,” Mateo said walking to his bedroom door to tell his men to remove Jeanette from the room.

“Take her out of here and don’t let her out of your sight,” Mateo demanded.

“Wait a minute,” Phoebe stopped Mateo, “I want her.”

“You want her?” Mateo asked confused.

“Her and her pretty neckless,” Phoebe said, running her finger over one of the larger diamonds down between Jeanette's breast to her belly button, giving Jeanette a wink that Mateo can not see, ‘I hope she knows I am here too help her; that is if she wants help,’ Phoebe wondered about the situation.

“She is dangerous,” Mateo said quickly.

“Is that why you have her tied up?” Phoebe asked, walking over to inspect the different types of whips.

“You can whip her if you want to,” Mateo signaled his men to leave and shut his bedroom door again.

Phoebe picked up one of the whips, “I would like to whip you.” Phoebe walked over to Mateo and slid the whip against his face, to his jawline, to his neck.

Mateo grabbed the whip and leaned his face closer to hers, “Only if I get to whip you back.”

Phoebe let go of the whip and reached behind her back and un-fasten her low-back dress before stepping out of it, wearing no underwear, “you can whip me first.” Phoebe walked over to the bed and leaned over it, looking over her shoulder at him. ‘I hope he does not think I am serious,’ Phoebe thought to herself but knew this might be the only way to gain the upper hand and find out if the Red-Head Seductress needed help.

“I hope you heal fast as he likes to tear skin with that whip,” Jeanette warned.

“Are you jealous?” Phoebe asked, trying to read Jeanette.

“Shut up and enjoy the show,” Mateo compelled Jeanette.

Phoebe got off the bed and stood to face Mateo, “do you talk to all your women like that?’ Phoebe asked, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Only the ones that run away and put my whole pack in danger,” Mateo said, slipping his arm around Phoebe’s waist and pulling her naked body against his dressed body.

Phoebe took the whip from him and put it on the bed before focusing her attention on Mateo, undressing him, starting with his suit jacket. Mateo allowed her to do all the work, watching her. Phoebe took her time and when she finally had his shirt off she seductively touched his chest before leaning her body against his, fiddling with his pants while kissing him.

Mateo wrapped his hands around her naked body, but Phoebe removed them before walking back to the bed and getting into position, her rear end facing him, “are you going to use that whip or not?”

Mateo took off his shoes, followed by his pants, and standing just in his underpants he picked up the whip and walked over to Phoebe. He traced her bare bud with the leather whip and Phoebe was thankful that he could not see the utter terror on her face.

Mateo gulped air of lust and lifted his arm with the whip but then he stopped and bent over and kissed her on her rear end where he was about to whip her, “You are so damn beautiful, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Phoebe turned around before he changed his mind and took the whip from him, “I want to hurt you.” Phoebe said with a seductive smile and walked over to some restraints to tie him up.

“Really? You want to tie me up?” Mateo asked, slightly nervous at the idea as he was normally the one tying the woman up and whipping them.

“Will you believe me if I tell you that I have never been with a man?” Phoebe asked.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Mateo said as he lets her tie his hands to either side of the four-poster bed, feeling his manhood grow larger every time her bare skin rubbed against his, the scent of her womanhood driving him over the edge.

“I promise I am not lying,” Phoebe said.

“My word, you are telling the truth,” Mateo exclaimed when she does not scream in agony from a broken promise.

“Be mine forever. I can arrange a Shaman to mate us,” Mateo said, never have wanted anything more.

Jeanette rolled her eyes, ‘how stupid can he be? How the hell did he fall so deeply for this stranger? Who the hell is she and how does she manage to toy with the all-powerful Mateo?’

Phoebe restrained his feat as well, having him now spread out like a cross.

“My feet as well?” Mateo questioned.

“Will you be faithful to me if I am your claimed mate by shaman spell?” Phoebe asked, sitting on top of him with her legs on either side of him.

“Yes, I promise, I will be faithful to you if you are my claimed mate,” Mateo promised, madly in love with this woman, not understanding how he has fallen for her so deeply in less than two hours.

“Will you obey me as I will obey you?” Phoebe sets the trap, rubbing her pussy against his manhood that was erected in his underpants.

Mateo looked at her breast and her face and Phoebe could feel herself getting aroused by stimulating her clitoris against his manhood, the fabric of his underpants providing just the right amount of friction.

Phoebe drifted into a memory of her and Michelle and started to moan in pleasure making Mateo fall deeper for her.

“I promise I will obey you,” Mateo blurted out in a trance. Phoebe thrust faster and faster as she reached her climax and gave one final gasp when she reached the height of her orgasm, collapsing on top of Mateo.

After gathering herself she got off Mateo and ripped his underpants off, making him believe she was going to give herself to him.

“It is better if I am on top the first time,” Mateo said.

“Shhh, don’t make a sound, ever again,” Phoebe said.

‘What the hell?’ Mateo wondered and immediately started to panic. The restraints waswererong enough to hold a Lycan but not a hybrid so he broke himself loose.

“Layback down and don’t fight it,” Phoebe demanded, taking the shaman necklace off his neck, “I will take this thank you.”

‘He obviously knows about prehistoric and natural-born vampires, why else will he have the need for a shaman necklace?’ Phoebe wondered, getting off the bed.

Mateo fought against his skin boiling and got up, breaking his promise.

“Lay down and don’t make a sound, don’t fight it,” she compelled him this time.

‘How is she doing that?’ Mateo wondered, panicked.

Mateo got more worried when Phoebe walked over to Jeanette, “Time to do what you do best.”

After setting Jeanette free she did the shaman hymning with Mateo’s necklace and set Jeanette free from Mateo’s compelling.

“Who are you?” Jeanette asked, glad to be free.

“Your new best friend,” Phoebe said smiling, walking over to her dress and slipping it back on.

“What are you waiting for?” Phoebe asked, nodding her head over to Mateo.

“You want me to kill him?” Jeanette asked, confused.

“Don’t you want to kill him?” Phoebe asked, looking over at Mateo’s pleading eyes.

“It is just, well, he is so beautiful,” Jeanette said.

“Do you want to have s*x with him?” Phoebe asked, laughing.

Jeanette looked over at Mateo and can not deny it, “kind of, yes.” Jeanette's cheeks turned as red as her hair.

“Well, I am not stopping you,” Phoebe said, smiling, walking over to the bed.

“Don’t leave this bed and make love to her as if it was all you were born to do until she asks you to stop, but don’t leave the bed and don’t make a sound,” Phoebe compelled him.

“It will be the last thing he will do,” Jeanette said, promising herself that she will kill him afterward.

Mateo grabbed Jeanette by her arm and pulled her onto the bed. Mateo was all over her, not giving her a moment to register that Phoebe took a seat on the day bed that was positioned to have a full view of the bed.