Chapter Five

 

"Do you want something to drink?" Hayden asked me, but I refused to say a word, not only because I did not want to give him any attention but because I might start cursing him in front of my babies.

He chuckled. "Get her some wine and water for me."

The lady nodded, and then made to leave, but I called her name.

"Shantel, Get me water, not wine. Maybe his lying ass is trying to get me drunk."

When I finished talking, I looked at my children in shock because I had forgotten that they were here for a second and cursed. But thankfully, they were busy watching a carton and had headphones on.

"Thank God," I murmured, but when I looked at him, his face was grim and his eyes were hardened."

"No one is allowed to talk to me like that, not even my mate, because..."

"Your mate?" I asked. "More love like your prisoner and the last thing I want to do is talk, see, or smell anything related to you."

His mouth curled in what could be called a smile, and the way his eyes were glistening, I knew he was going to say something scandalous.

"You didn't have a problem seeing, touching, and inhaling my scent in the bedroom. If I did not know, I would say that you love my touch," he said, winking at me.

My breath got caught in my throat, and I wanted to scratch his eyes off or kick him, but since I could not, I decided to hurt him with my words.

"It could have happened with anyone; it has nothing to do with you."

"Excuse me?" He asked immediately.

"I said that anyone that was at least a bit good-looking could get the same reaction from me; it had nothing to do with you; I just wanted some tumble in the bed," I replied.

"So you go around fucking people?" he asked calmly, but there was nothing calm in his eyes.

"Don't judge, so you won't be judged," I answered with a smile, then leaned back into the chair.

He stood up immediately and then looked at the children before he sat back down. I was about to provoke him again, but his phone started ringing. He picked it up after looking at the screen and picked up the call.

"What?" He asked the person on the phone.

I heard the person talk about some gala that he is expected to attend tonight. 

"How come I am just finding out about this now?" He asked the caller.

After listening for a while, he cursed, then said Cecelia's name before he pulled the phone from his ear.

"Watch your mouth around the kids," I scolded, then took the water that Shantel was offering to me and downed it.

He did not reply to me but instead motioned for Shantel to leave with the water. She rushed away immediately.

He kept quiet, so I looked at him to know what was wrong, and he looked like he was mind-linking someone.

Soon he was done talking, then he started pressing his phone. I kept watching him, and then I started to feel drowsy, so I slept off.

I felt someone trying to lift me, so I pushed the person immediately and grabbed the pen knife from my pocket, ready to fight.

"Calm your horses, woman. We are here. Is it either you come down or I will leave you on this plane?"

I looked around, and my children were not inside the plane.

"Where are they?"

"Outside," he said, then headed out.

I rushed after him, but when I got outside, this was not our pack.

"Where are we? Are you trying to kidnap me, you asshat?"

He grabbed my throat and pushed me against the car. Air escaped my lungs due to the force.

"I have let you run your mouth since we were on the plane, but remember that I am still your Alpha when you open your mouth or..." He trailed off and did not complete it.

"Or what? I challenged.

"Or I will put your mouth to good use," he growled out.

My eyes widened, and I tried to push him away, but I could not. His body was so pressed against me that I could smell his spicy cologne, and his lips were almost on mine.

"Hay, den," I whispered, trying to get my sanity back.

He smirked, then pressed his lips against mine, nipping at my bottom lip. I closed my mouth, refusing to give him access, but he poked my ribs, and when I gasped, he slipped into my mouth.

He started to kiss me hungrily, and I could not do anything but return his kiss with the same fervor. When he placed his hands on each side of my backside while kissing me,

I moaned out, then crossed my hand on his neck so I wouldn't fall off, and started to run my hand through his hair, but he seemed not to mind. He continued to relentlessly assault my mouth, then he spanked my butt twice and soothed it by rubbing it gently. The sweet pain went into my head, and moisture pulled in my temple of pleasure.

Hayden knew how I loved to be touched. He knew I enjoyed pain and pleasure, and he was using it against me, and I was letting him do that.

He lifted me off the ground, and with his hands on my bottom, he ran inside with the speed of lightning, one of the perks of being the Alpha.

He dropped me on the sofa, and then his lips were on mine again, kissing and teasing me while I ran my hand over his muscles. He kept kissing my neck and started to nip the place that his mark used to be in, and for a reason, I did not know, whenever his mouth touched the place, it felt like a silver chain was being placed there.

I screamed out in pleasure, then covered my mouth with my hand immediately because I did not know if my babies were near.

He grabbed my hand, then nipped my ear before he whispered, "Don't ever cover your moans again."

I shook my head, then whispered. "Our babies."

"Every room is soundproof," he growled out, then slapped my core.

It tingled. Pain and pleasure swept through me, and I gasped out loudly.

"Plea..se, Plea..ase," I begged, but he took his damn time.

He yanked my dress off, then pushed down my bra and closed his mouth on my nipple, sucking like his life depended on it. I held onto his head and watched as he assaulted my boobs. When he tugged at it with his teeth gently, then soothed it gently with his tongue, I arched back with pleasure.

He played with my breasts one after the other, taking his damn time and driving me crazy. He knew that my boobs were a sensitive area for me, and he was using them against me.

At the back of my mind, I could feel sanity trying to slip through, but maybe it was the mate bond, or maybe it was because it had been so long since I had sex, or because I could not bring myself to say it out loud because if I still had any feelings for him, then I was insane.

He must have noticed that my sanity was trying to return because he slapped my core, then drew my pants and let them slam against my skin while still playing with my boobs.

I moaned out because I loved a bit of pain with my pleasure. 

"Reagan, Reagan!" I screamed and thrust my hips out. I tried to get him to understand what I wanted even without voicing it out, but he continued to suck, ignoring me.

He kissed a wet trail from his boobs to my stomach, then to my mons.

I started to thrash, then I gripped his biceps because I needed to hold on to something so I would not fall. My nails scratched his back, but he did not complain and had never before. 

"Whose body is this?" he asked me.

"Hmmm" was all I could say because I was floating now.

He slapped my thighs, then whispered. "Whose body is this? Who is fucking you?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "My body and you are not doing the fucking yet."

He pinched my left nipple, then slapped me on the cheek.

I smiled because I was expecting it, and he was never afraid to dish it out.

"You have a big mouth on you; maybe I should put that to good use," he whispered, then slapped my lips next.

I bit his finger, then whispered, "Promises, promises, yet no action."

I felt very satisfied when his lips curled and he tore off my pants.

"I will make you pay for that," he whispered.

He was pushing my leg wider when his phone started to ring. He ignored it and kissed my clitoral area.

I moaned and gripped his head, but then someone started knocking on the door. I was too far gone to care, and I wanted him to ignore it, but he stopped.

"Cover yourself," he said, then smirked.

I wanted to smack him, but more importantly, I wanted to smack myself for pulling my pants down for a man who was kidnapping me.

He picked the torn clothes from the floor, dumped them in the closet, and slipped my pants into his pocket. Before I could protest, he opened the door.

"Mom, Dad!" Elijah and Lily screamed, then ran to me and Hayden.

Hayden kissed them and slipped out with the girl who led the children to our room, leaving me to answer our children's questions.

They knew where we were; in one of Hayden's houses in Boston, Shantel had told them that he had a meeting, and after that, he would take us home. So the question was how many houses he had and if our home was bigger than them all.

My answer was that I did not know, but I would make sure to ask their father.

"Ok." They pouted.

"Mom, come and see how big the television is." They shouted and led me to the sitting room.

While they were watching their show, I slipped away to take a bath, and while I was raiding Reagan's closet, I got a message from him.

              

'Don't try anything because you will not succeed.'

I chuckled because I definitely will, and I will succeed.