Chapter 14: Chapter 14

SLOAN

“So, I promised to tell you about Elizabeth and me. Are you sure you want to know?”

Myra bit her lower lip and nodded. Sloan smirked and tugged at her chin so she could release her lip.

“Don’t do that. It’s stirring up emotions within me,” he whispered into her ear before nipping at her earlobe, making her gasp.

“Um… Elizabeth was my on-again, off-again lover for the past year and a half.”

“Almost two years together? When did it end?”

“Yeah… It ended on the morning of your attack. So, about a week ago. And before you ask, I ended it because I started feeling the beginnings of our pairing.”

“I’m guessing she didn’t take it well if she’s willing to challenge your mate. Did you…? Did…? Oh boy. Did you love her?”

“Love is a strong verb. More like I had a brief tolerance. Declan, Tristan, Bryn—hell, everyone, for that matter—didn’t like her.

“But now that I’m with you, I can see what they saw, and fuck, was I ever blind.” Sloan chuckled.

“He was the three blind mice, all rolled into one, wearing a horse’s blinders. But since you came along, he can see so clearly,” Bryn interrupted.

She placed a tray laden with food next to them, and the other girl, Pearl, walked out with two drinks.

“Myra, this is Pearl,” Bryn said.

“Hi. Sorry I couldn’t introduce myself before. Shit kind of hit the fan seconds after you arrived.”

Pearl pleasantly smiled while placing the drinks before Sloan and Myra.

“Nice to meet you.”

“And you girls will get to know each other later. For now, Myra and I are chatting,” Sloan said.

“You have a lifetime to get to know her. And just FYI, the only person who can’t hear your conversation is Megan, and she’s fuming,” Bryn said.

Bryn smiled, linked her arm with Pearl’s, and together they skipped back into the house.

“I’ll just tell her that you have a WCD, and she’ll be happy.”

“I prefer if you didn’t,” Sloan groaned.

Myra laid a finger on his lips and listened. Suddenly, Bryn screamed from inside the house.

“MYRA!! THAT’S FUCKING DISGUSTING!!” Bryn shouted.

“Ow, Mom, that hurt!”

Myra giggled. It was the sweetest sound Sloan had ever heard.

“Then stop listening in,” Myra said. “And I would never betray our intimate, private life.”

Megan marched out of the kitchen and made her way over to them. Before Sloan could say anything, she sat down opposite them.

“I’d rather listen to the story from the wolf’s mouth than get it second-hand, so please continue.”

Megan took a handful of grapes and leaned back in the chair, challenging him with her eyes.

If she were another shifter, he would have commanded that she leave them alone and then punished her for insubordination.

But the need to treat her like other shifters wasn’t there. Megan was almost like a twin version of Bryn, tolerable yet insufferable, a complete pain in his ass.

“She’s quite stubborn. It’s best you continue,” Myra encouraged. “So, what do you plan to do with Elizabeth now?”

Megan scoffed and commented, “Damn bitch. I wanted to strangle her when she barged in yesterday.”

“You have some big balls for a human.” Sloan laughed.

“I would have said they’re bigger than yours, but since I now know you possess a WCD, never mind.” Megan smiled.

Before Sloan could comment, Myra growled a warning at her. Megan looked worried that she’d crossed a line, and Sloan strangely felt protected by her actions.

“What the hell! I would never… I should have known better. I’m sorry. It was a badly placed comment. I should know better than to jump headfirst over that pairing line,” Megan apologized.

“I’m so sorry too.”

“You girls are about to embark on a new normal.”

Myra sighed, “So we can’t talk about or joke about anything sex-related?”

“Oh, boo. Where’s the fun in that? Ninety-five percent of all our conversations are sex-related. I guess we could actually talk about our day,” Megan grumbled, looking quite distressed by this new perspective.

~It will get worse whenever you and Declan decide to pair~, Sloan thought.

Myra glanced at him, letting him know she’d heard him.

“You can, once it’s not relevant to mates.”

“Okay, but we’re straying from the main topic: Elizabitch.”

MYRA

Myra felt much better after talking to Sloan about Elizabeth.

The idea of that she-bitch doing anything more than holding Sloan’s hand made her vixen growl menacingly inside her. But she trusted Sloan. Elizabeth really had been nothing more than a bed warmer.

Myra went up to bed early that night. Her stomach was in knots over her claiming ceremony tomorrow, and she hoped a good night’s sleep would help calm her down.

Who was she kidding? She knew she’d spend the whole night tossing and turning.

She sank into Sloan’s bedsheets and inhaled deeply, feeling her male’s scent cocoon her like a warm blanket.

It had been slightly embarrassing to ask the maids not to clean the sheets, but she wanted to bathe in her mate’s scent.

She was mad with desire now. The fact that she still hadn’t seen him naked was starting to affect her like a physical illness.

~Just one more night now~, she reminded herself for the twentieth time.

She wondered what it would feel like, his member spreading her walls impossibly wide.

Would she scream at first penetration?

She imagined clenching the walls of her sex around his length.

She imagined his groans of pleasure as he pumped harder.

She imagined his lips colliding with hers as he slammed against her.

As they both reached—

“Well, what do we have here?”

Myra jumped, flustered. She didn’t quite remember when her hand had found its way down to her core or how long her fingers had been inside herself.

All she knew was that she was sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled around her legs, which were spread wide.

And Sloan was standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face.

“I—I was…,” she mumbled, but her brain wasn’t working properly. She was still hazed in lust, and her thoughts seemed to be flowing at the pace of honey.

“Somebody can’t wait for tomorrow, eh?” Sloan chuckled, his voice growing husky.

Myra felt a spasm go through her sex. She was so desperate for him.

She didn’t know if she could wait any longer.

And then, to her surprise, Sloan crossed the room in three strides and pounced.

His rough hand gripped her wrists, pinning her arms above her head.

With his free hand, he was fumbling with his belt, then physically tearing his own jeans in two when that didn’t work.

And then he was at her entrance. Myra moaned, a sea of want.

She was so full, desperate for release.

He was separated from her sex only by a thin piece of material.

~Was this the moment?~

He bent down to her neck, and she felt him sucking on her skin, leaving her raw and red with hickeys.

She felt his teeth at her ear, nipping at the supple flesh there.

And then he whispered, “I have to tell you a secret.”