Chapter 11: Chapter 11

MYRA

~BEEP BEEP BEEP…~

~What the hell is that?~

“Make it stop,” she grumbled.

Sloan chuckled in her ear. He moved his arm, which was lazily over her hip, and rolled away.

Soon the obnoxious sound stopped. She was about to settle back to sleep when Sloan returned to his previous position.

“Good morning,” he whispered into her ear.

She rolled away. “I’m not talking to you,” she pouted.

Sloan chuckled. “Is this because of last night?”

Last night she’d made it so close to the promised land. She’d had his beautiful member in her fingers. She’d been on the point of pulling down that pesky underwear and finally tasting it.

But then he pulled her back up his body, gave her a goodnight kiss, and went to sleep, cradling her in a vice grip in his arms so that she couldn’t move.

~This goddamn alpha was going to be the death of her.~

Now 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 southward, and Myra felt waves of pleasure roll over her at the sensation it created.

Suddenly he stopped, and she groaned loudly in frustration.

~He’s so noble. It’s infuriating.~

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. The hand that was pleasing her formed a death grip on her hip, halting her movements.

“To be continued,” he promised, 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’re to be separated twenty-four 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’ll 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’m going home.” She quickly covered his mouth as he was about to protest. “It’s only one night.”

Tristan interrupted by knocking on the door again. “Sloan, we have to leave in half an hour.”

Myra sighed, removed her leg, and gathered the sheets off Sloan. She then pushed him out of bed.

“Go, before your brother hauls you out of here.”

Sloan grumbled 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 the outline of his erect member through his underwear.

Myra’s eyes widened at the size of his organ. She could make out almost every detail of the beast through the thin layer of cotton.

“That’s not a penis. It’s a WCD.” Myra blushed and hid under the sheets, embarrassed by her brain-to-mouth filter malfunctioning.

“What’s a WCD?”

“Um, it stands for Weapon of Crotch Destruction,” she explained hesitantly.

Sloan barked out a laugh, as did Tristan, who was still outside their bedroom door.

“Weapon of Crotch Destruction. Now I’ve 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 WCD?! That’s a first. You’ll be able to handle it just fine, I’m sure.

“Now come shower with me,” he said.

***

Myra stood wrapped in a towel, searching through the different dress options that Sloan had for her, which were sharing space in his closet.

She was surprised when he’d demanded she shower with him.

She wasn’t surprised, though, that it was ~just~ a shower. Nothing more. He’d even made her turn around so she couldn’t see his naked body.

It wasn’t fair. After all this time, she’d found her mate, and he was refusing to fuck her, even a little bit.

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

Sloan ignored his brother. He entered the closet wearing a French blue shirt with a royal blue blazer and white pants. 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 gray eyes.

“Not that. I mean leaving.” 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 would love to, but I have several different appointments that need my attention today. Besides, I’ll only distract you from your job.”

“That can never happen, but fine. Declan will be by your side all day. No complaints,” he commanded.

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 and pulled out a short, pale blue off-the-shoulder dress with long sleeves. “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, signaling his arousal.

“SLOAN! Time’s up! We have to go!” Tristan hollered, banging his fists on the bedroom 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 cell phone on the bedside table and headed for the door. Sloan’s hand slammed against it, causing Myra to jump and silencing his brother.

SLOAN

“What?” Myra cooed.

The little minx knew damn well what, and she was enjoying teasing him to the point of discomfort.

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

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

By the time he pulled away, he could feel her body trembling against him with need.

“Don’t give Declan too much of a hard time today,” he mumbled before swiftly pecking her lips and opening the door.

“Keep your briefs on. I’m ready,” he barked at Tristan, whose hand was frozen in midair, 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 open front door, issuing orders to his lieutenants. Once their presence was known, Declan dismissed his men and turned to the approaching group and greeted them with a smile.

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

“Sloan had his WCD locked and loaded this morning.”

Declan frowned, looking from Tristan to Sloan. “WCD?”

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’m 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 his 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.