“So this we call the conditioning chair. Here we can train you to enjoy my tastes in enjoyment.” Cal stood there now between Tara’s open thighs. He saw everything about her most intimate bodily and that’s when she realized he could now do what he liked to her. The wall behind him was windowed and the main room where they held the sex parties and events was full on the other side of the window. “Now we’ll start this by turning you on. Then we’ll amp up your experience until you beg to tell me everything. Just so you can find some ease from your need to fuck. It’ll take some time to achieve this, but you won’t notice the time passing.” Cal was studying her body as he spoke. His hands and eyes were exploring her taut belly and silky thighs. Cal parted her nether lips and smiled. “Ah, I was correct. Look at you weep with anticipation. I knew you were a natural, hm.” Tara wasn’t crying, she was laying there feeling her liquid heat ease from her pussy and Cal’s
Tara moaned, and in the heat of the moment, she told him what he wanted to hear. “He wanted to kick me out when my brother became useful, and my mother didn’t return. But Eddie wouldn’t stay unless I stayed. I’m a waste of time, effort, and space.” She tried to hold back her cute, sex sounds, but Cal wouldn’t have that. He wanted to hear her; it did delicious things to his cock as he shed his pants. He threw back his hair, enjoying his cock’s throbbing need to fill her. The anticipation was killing him and his rules, but now her torture was becoming his. He knew he was kinky, but he was treading on sick fuck levels of fuckery. “That’s my good baby girl. A little taste of your reward, though you will have much more to answer for before this is over.” He leaned forward and gently let his hot breath run over her quivering pale thighs until he opened her nether lips and blew on her heated flesh. It caused Tara to buck and cry out in an age old, excited response. Quiv
Cal’s meeting concerned for them both. He could see how everything could get out of hand. If they didn’t honestly communicate, there’d surely be war between packs. They were lucky because mostly there was an uneasy truth between most of the packs that called places within the Toronto home. But with things going missing during robberies and arsons. Then showing up at attacks within neighbouring territories as if his pack were attacking them. It was a smart tactic to cause chaos. But the Fae were attacking locations nearby as well. It was getting more difficult to figure who was guilty of doing what. With their rogue population in flux recently. The rogue population took several hits with a Liche surfacing almost a year ago. Many rogues followed lies and false promises here only to die at the hands of other rogues or the Liche’s army for replacement part for its army. A horrible thought they would kill a rogue because the army needed a spare arm. After that, when it b
Tara hadn’t thought about birth control. She never needed it before this, and she couldn’t afford it. Now her anxiety moved in and started paying rent. One of his people interrupted them. There was someone there to see him, and it was urgent. Cal’s face went from trouble to seriously annoyed. “Who is it?” Cal demanded irritably at his staff member. If the man’s response to the irritated tone of the alpha’s words meant anything, then his reaction was not typical. Tara was sure this was a bad thing. “Alpha Richards of the Parkside Pack is here, and he says it’s the Toronto Council business. Some incidents have occurred that he must speak with you about because it affects both packs.” “Great. I have to see him. Take Tara and settle her into recovery room one for me.” “Yes, Alpha Nichols.” “She’s resting, drink, and eat if she can.” “I’m not hung…” Tara tried to explain. She didn’t need much in the way of food. She didn’t want to be any
The Alpha entered the room and Tara felt her body clench as her fears and desires warred within her. He’d just taken what he wanted from her, and her body wanted more. She let out a little gasp as she clenched her thighs together. Cal didn’t miss any of the signs. It pleased him to know the sight of him made her aware of what he was to her. “This is a recovery room where submissives can go to process their training sessions physically and mentally. No one fucks in them. That defeats the purpose. But that’s not why I’m here. We have several things to talk about and I suspect when I told you as we fucked, you might have missed the important information.” Tara wasn’t sure what he was getting at. He’d told her she was his toy, to dress up or fuck. She didn’t have a say in it. Tara was his possession. “I think I get it. You tell me to jump, and I ask how high.” “Partially, but it’s a little more than that. Your place will always be by my side. No matter
Jaxon returned with the food for Tara. He entered and looked at the two. He wasn’t sure what he walked in on this time, but it wasn’t a pleasant sight. She looked like she wanted the bed or floor to swallow her up. He looked like he was at a loss for either words or his temper. “I have the food you wanted for Tara. I’ll just leave it here and speak with you later. Rachel knows you want to talk to her, and she’ll be there in about forty-five minutes.” “Thank you, Jaxon.” “I’ll get out of your way now. Call me if you need anything else.” Cal didn’t say anything, just gave Jaxon a glare from the corner of his eye. Jaxon nodded and left the room once the tray was on the low table at the end of the bed. “I want you to eat up. You’re far too thin for your height and it can’t be good for your health. When was the last time you shifted?” Cal remembered something the healer told him once they’d stabilized her. She was too thin and probably cou
Tara wasn’t able to think straight after everything. She wanted to scream and yell. Defend herself from what she didn’t know. Tara wanted to blame the Alpha Elmwood and Alpha Nichols, then with her next breath she blamed herself for being weak. Now all she wanted was time alone. Time alone to lick her wounds and think about everything. Her emotions were as wild and conflicting. She knew everything was different and exciting, but nothing good ever happened to her. So she couldn’t accept what he offered. She was afraid that when everything fell apart and he kicked her out, she’d shatter and never recover from it. But she was too afraid of him to mention any of this to him, and she didn’t dare look too closely at how she felt when he touched her or promised to keep her safe. Providing for her was over the top, and she wasn’t prepared to even explore that. “Tara, we’re fated for each other. That’s not something you walk away from. I’m difficult to live with. I e
Tara woke to a warm, heavy feeling about her waist restraining her. The next thing that registered for her was the sound of slow, even breathing coming from directly behind her. She froze right there, not knowing what was going on. The room was dim, and it took her a moment to register where she was. Tara’s eyes finally made their way to the weight resting over her waist. Even in the dark, she could recognize the warrior’s tattoos. The Alpha was asleep beside her. She went to move her legs so she could find a way to ease from the bed. She gave up quickly for fear of angering him by waking him up. He’d wrapped a leg about hers. She lay there looking into the dimly lit room, contemplating this latest complication he’d added to her understanding, or lack of understanding. Tara knew it often conflicted male shifters when they first encounter their mate. But she couldn’t see how she could be his. There wasn’t another female more unprepared to be a mate, let al