Page 105 of Sinful Mates

Timefor a short party in my office to really congratulate my woman on her ink. The second day of tattooing Aaliyah’s arm didn’t take up the whole day as expected, freeing up half an hour before she had to leave and pick up Mia from school. Time to squeeze in a quickie, but first, I had to relieve myself.

I went to the toilet while my mate freshened up in Zethan’s bathroom. Watching TikTok videos of flashy cars, I wasn’t paying attention, and got raped by my finger, thanks to the thin as fuck toilet paper.

Fuming, I finished my business, washed my hands, and blustered into the kitchen, where ten men ate afternoon snacks. “Who’s the tight-ass cunt who did the shopping this month and bought the cheap shit paper?”

No one admitted to a thing, but a few chuckled and murmured their suspicions.

Zethan looked guilty as fucking sin and hid his smile behind his calm mask. “Cost cutting. We were on a strict budget.”

Seemed about right. Asshole controlled the finances and probably the club’s shopping list despite his demotion. Did that to get back at me.

I threw a toilet paper roll at him and he caught it. “I just finger fucked my ass and promised the man responsible the same.”

Alaric wriggled his hips as if he liked the idea.

Zethan poked his finger through the roll pretending to fuck it, goading me. Asshole smiled, slammed the roll on the table, and went to get a beer.

Well played.

I shook my head and returned to my old lady, closing and locking the door so no asshole interrupted us. “Where was I?”

Words died in my throat when I found her reclined on my desk, legs splayed, acome fuck mesmile playing on her lips. “Come here, Mr. Vincent.”

I smelled her arousal. Sweet like honey, and I wanted it dripping all over my tongue, mouth, and beard. Wanted to carry her scent with me. I removed my Glock from its holster and licked the sides of it, eliciting a husky laugh from my mate.

Months ago, she let me fuck her with it to scent it. Called me a dirty mate for wanting to scent it again after I washed the fucker clean. Should never have done that upon finding out she infiltrated us. One of my biggest regrets. Occasionally, I pulled it out to tease her and drop hints of what I wanted to do. Today might be my lucky day that she obliged me.

“Now that I’ve had a taste of that kink, I want more, Mr. Vincent.” Her declaration went straight to my dick, and he swelled with blood.

Fuck. This woman owned my balls, had my heart in her palms, and I wanted her marked all over with my love and scent.

“Pants off now!” I set down the gun beside her, tugging at her buttons.

“No.” She pushed me away, sliding off my desk, standing chest to belly with me. “In your chairnow.”

My jackal growled at her dominance when he was the one in charge. Me, I liked it when she got bossy and showed me what she liked.

My dick hardened, and I collected my weapon for later. “You gonna lap dance for me, sugar?”

Silent, she nudged me back into my seat and I rested my Glock’s barrel away from her. Woman could keep her secrets for now. If it was anything like the tattoo, then I was in for one hell of a fucking surprise.

Sexy minx removed her skirt, then her blouse, and my eyes panned her gorgeous body. Tanned, smooth skin that I skimmed with my calloused palms. Long, black hair to her mid-back. Ink, shiny, fresh, and wrapped in plastic. Breasts cupped in a navy lacy bra that Zethan picked out. Something to rectify this Christmas.

Taking my hand, she slipped off my Jackals ring, putting her lips to it.

My heart lifted with hope, and I scratched my temple with my gun. “Want one? I’ll get you one made.”

Three shakes of her head had me mad with need. “I don’t want a stupid ring. That and a cut doesn’t make me a Jackal.”

Fuck. Her voice was thick with lust.

Her heart and spirit made her a true Jackal and that was all that mattered.

Warm metal kissed her skin as she dragged it across her collarbone, groaning, shooting more electricity to my rock-hard cock. I nearly fucking came when she rubbed the ring along the top of her breasts and down her cleavage. What I wouldn’t give to be that damn ring.

“You want my scent on this too?” she crooned.

I licked my lips. “You know I’m fucking game for anything, sugar.”

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