Page 18 of Harvest

When she didn’t move away immediately, he gently swatted her aching backside to encourage her compliance. Realizing she had no way to avoid doing as he commanded, she walked to the wall and stood facing it. She could hear him cross to the door and open it.

“What are you planning to do?” Stephanie asked, afraid she knew the answer. She jumped as his arm wrapped around her, his hard length pressing against the crack of her ass.

Nuzzling her neck, he murmured, “I’m going to finish this properly and then will invite Damian and Evan to our room. Then my sweet mate, you will take your vows to me and I will take you into seclusion, mark you as mine and your fate will be sealed.”

“No. You can’t do this.”

“Oh, but I can.”

He reached up to tweak her nipple and made her groan. Her arousal continued to be present and accounted for. He whispered kisses along the top of her shoulder as he trailed his hand down to cup her mons, before slipping it between her legs and tickling her clit. The instant his thumb pressed against herswollen nub, her orgasm washed over her leaving her breathless and weak in its wake.

“Good girl,” he purred.

She moaned. Stephanie had talked to enough she-wolves to know that most discipline sessions with a mate ended up with being fucked from behind as she stood bracing herself against the wall. It was a way to reenforce not only their dominance but reestablish feelings of affection and bonding. Stephanie opened her legs and nestled her naked backside against the hard bulge behind the fly of his leathers.

Xander chuckled and stepped away from her, running his hands down her sides, ending with a soft caress of her sore bottom before he moved away.

“I can’t decide which would be more effective, having you take your vows standing there in the corner with your pretty red bottom showing and my cum dripping down the inside of your legs or squirming and needy on your knees. Care to venture a guess?”

She glanced over her shoulder and surreptitiously watched him. He was gorgeous. His leathers had emphasized his height, musculature, and size of his cock. God she was obsessed with the size of his cock, but then it had felt so good when he’d fucked her at the club. She could see it was fully engorged and pulsed against the front of his pants. Surely, he didn’t mean to just let her stand here without alleviating their mutual need. She desperately wanted to feel him up inside her again, stroking her to another orgasm. Save that, she would be happy just to take him in her mouth and suck his cock until he filled her mouth and belly with his cum.

Xander changed out of his leathers, his cock bobbing up against his belly. He pulled on his jeans, tucking his cock inside and buttoning up the fly before selecting a chambray shirt and pulling it on. Surely, he wasn’t going to make her take her vowson her knees between his feet. She wasn’t sure which would be worse, being put on display with the evidence of both of his discipline and his claiming showing or in an advanced state of arousal at his feet.

“You, my mate, have a decidedly beautiful ass. It felt wonderful under my hand. I’m not sure I want anyone else outside the club seeing it. Not sure I want anyone at the club seeing it,” he mused.

He opened the tall dresser, extracting a sweater.

“Put it on and stand there. It ought to cover enough.”

“Xander…”

“The time for you to plead your case ended the moment you took off on me. That won’t happen again. I mean to mark you, collar you, and marry you. I know our kind don’t do a civil marriage like humans, but we will have a bonding ceremony. Behave yourself and you can have some input into what that looks like.”

He strode out into the hall. She thought about trying to close the door and lock him out.

Glancing back over his shoulder, Xander stepped halfway back into the room, spearing her in place with a glare. “Think it through, Stephanie. The chances of you even getting to the door are slim to none and the consequence will be a welted ass for you from an aggravated mate. Wouldn’t you rather go into seclusion with me of a mind to see if I can alleviate some of your discomfort.”

“I hate you,” she hissed.

“No, you don’t. You’re just pissed off that you can’t top me from the bottom. I’m really not a twenty-four seven kind of Dom. Don’t get me wrong, I will absolutely top you sexually and you will obey me, but I want a partner… someone I can share a life with… someone that I can just jump into this whole messy life thing together with and figure it out. But if that doesn’t work foryou, I can be all kinds of overbearing.” He stepped back into the hall. “Trey? Can you ask Damian and Evan to join me?”

“Did you really take a mate?” a young man’s voice called.

“I did.” He stepped back into the room and stood at the end of the bed. “Come here, Stephanie,” he said, reaching out to her.

“Xander, please don’t make me do it like this…”

“Next time you want some consideration on my part, I suggest you yield. Now, come here. I want you to kneel at my feet.”

Feeling defeat deep in her bones, she turned from the corner, took his hand and allowed him to settle her at his feet. Her first look at Damian Steele came as she looked up from the floor. Their alpha was even taller and more muscular than Xander, but then alphas did have a certain look about them.

“This would be our new assistant vintner?” rumbled Damian.

“Good to see you again,” said Evan as if seeing his new employee in nothing more than a sweater kneeling on the floor was an everyday occurrence.

“Damian, Evan, this is my mate, Stephanie. I believe she is ready to take her vows.”

“What if I’m not?” she snarled, finding some of her normal spirit.

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