The room grows so quiet you can hear a pin drop.“I understand if you still want to punish us,” Merilyn continues, her voice barely above a whisper.“But it was my idea, please don’t punish the rest of the pack.”
At her confession, rage boils inside me like molten lava, fury like no other consuming me.I had expected more from Merilyn – she was one of the original women I had found and saved.To know she was behind hurting Emery makes me feel utterly betrayed.My claws slide out, itching to teach her a lesson, but Emery grabs my hand, her touch calming me just enough to keep me in check.Merilyn whimpers, her eyes wide with fear.
“Merilyn,” I growl, my voice dangerously low.
“Thank you for apologizing, you may take your seat,” Emery tells Merilyn, her voice firm but gentle.I want to object, to make an example of her, but Emery squeezes my hand and leans back against me, making it clear she won’t tolerate any further harm coming to the pack member.Reluctantly, I hold my tongue.
“Thank you, Luna,” Merilyn whispers, her head bowed.She doesn’t dare look at me, knowing what she would find in my eyes: an Alpha who wants nothing more than to tear her apart.Leaning forward slightly, I murmur into Emery’s ear, “I warned you about overthrowing me.”
“And I warned you that I won’t allow you to punish them further,” she whispers back, her tone defiant.I growl low in my throat, but ultimately sit back, defeated for now, but she’ll answer for overriding my choice.
Opening the mind-link to Emery, I can’t help but express my displeasure.“You just overstepped in front of my pack again, Emery.You know I can’t have that!I told you I would punish you if you did it again.”The thought of punishing her doesn’t sit well with me, but I need to maintain control.
“What’s a little pain when I know it ends in pleasure, right, Alpha?”she retorts playfully, echoing words I once used on her.I chuff at her audacity, impressed despite myself.Looking over her shoulder at me, her blue eyes sparking with challenge.“Are you going to punish me, Alpha?”
“I usually punish my pack for them all to see,” I whisper to her, watching as her eyes widen in surprise.“But I like the idea of your punishment better.However, that sort of punishment is for my eyes only.”A smirk hits my lips, and her eyes flicker with relief, knowing she won’t be put on display for the pack.
She has shown time and again that she won’t back down from me and that she is willing to fight for what she believes in even if what she believes is misguided.It’s a quality I find both maddening and intoxicating, and I realize just how much I crave the fire she ignites within me.
As the conversation flows throughout the room, I am acutely aware of Emery’s every move.
Halfway through her soup, I let my fingertips dance up the inside of her thigh, testing her willingness to submit.Emery gasps and freezes, gripping my hand under the table to place it back on the surface before she picks up her spoon again.But I can’t resist pushing her further.Moments later, my hand fallsback to her thigh, drawing lazy patterns on her exposed skin.
The sensation causes Emery to wiggle slightly on my lap, eliciting a groan from me that I barely muffle with a cough.Sensing my arousal, she glances over her shoulder and smirks at me, a devious sparkle in her eyes as she leans back against me.
As the pack continues to chat and eat, Emery stealthily grabs my hand and moves it to her stomach beneath her shirt.I huff, knowing she’s teasing me, but I can’t deny the thrill it gives me.
Leaning forward, I press my lips below her ear.“I know what you’re doing,” I murmur, my voice low and seductive.
Emery bats her lashes at me, a playful smile dancing on her lips.“I’m doing nothing, Alpha,” she purrs, moving my hand beneath her skirt.My fingers graze her panties, finding them soaked with desire.My cock twitches in my pants as she rocks her ass against me before leaning forward to finish eating.When I try to move my hand away, she closes her legs, trapping it in place.
“Emery,” I growl in warning, but she ignores me.
Tara asks Emery a question, and she answers without missing a beat, all the while subtly wiggling her hips, pressing her warm, inviting core against my fingers.The sensation is nearly maddening, making it difficult to focus on anything but the woman in my lap.
“Emery, please don’t, it’s bad enough I have to listen to her recite the chapters, you don’t want to know what she reads.She has bizarre taste,” Kyrio laughs, drawing the conversation back to the present moment to notice everyone staring at Tara.
“What book?”one of the women asks.Tara rattles off the title.
“Oh, I love that one, I haven’t read that series in ages,” Emery states.
“Great, another one who reads fairy porn,” Kyrio adds with a grin, causing Tara to shoot him a look.The other women shrink in their seats, Kyrio glancing around.“What!All of you?”Kyrio asks curiously.
“Where do you think Tara got the book,” Merilyn laughs.
“And it’s not fairy porn,” Tara defends her book.
“It’s fairy porn, Tara!Let’s not pretend it’s anything else,” Kyrio continues, chuckling.
As Tara’s face flushes red, defending her favorite guilty pleasure, I can’t help but feel a mix of amusement and admiration.“It has a plot line,” she insists, her gaze darting around the table.“Just not much of one,” she adds with a sheepish grin.
Emery snickers against my chest, her body leaning back into me.Her thighs tighten around my trapped hand, and I bite back a groan, feeling her rubbing her legs together, teasing me further.We’re engaged in a silent battle for dominance, even as she engages in innocent conversation with our pack mates.
“I want to reread this series, my sister got it from one of the maids.My mother was so mad when she found it,” Emery says, eyes glittering with mischief.
“I am on book three, but you can borrow book one.We can go to my room once you finish eating,” Tara tells her.
Tara nods enthusiastically, eager to share her reading obsession.Once Tara finishes her food, Emery stands up abruptly.I fight the urge to growl and pull her back onto my lap, feeling her arousal on my fingers.