Chapter Twenty-One #2
“I know. Once the plan is in place, we'll have to. I can’t let him go alone. We're brothers, and he’s been through enough. We need to be there with him.” She looks away, and I brush my knuckle under her chin, urging her to meet my gaze.
“All of us will be a team. I will always be honest. I'll have someone here with you when we go, and won’t leave you unprotected.
The house is secure, and I'll give you the codes to the doors. The windows are bulletproof and one-way glass. This is the safest place for you to be. If we brought you with us, we would be worrying about you instead of the fight we will face. Frank will bring his pack. There will be others in the family who will help us.” I caress her thigh, my fingers skating under the fabric.
“Since you're sitting on my lap, talking about the future, have you decided to stay with us?”
“I don’t want to leave.” She shakes her head. “You haven’t changed your mind, right?”
“We will never leave you. Our choice has been made. We are trying to be patient with you.” I tilt my head. “Do you still have concerns? Questions? Anything holding you back?”
“I’ve had a hard time accepting that there won’t be any jealousy,” she says, looking down.
“Look at me,” I demand, and her head snaps up.
“I know you have been with Lawson and Bane.” She bites her lip.
“I waited in the house so you would have time with Bane. It made me happy that Law opened up to you. They are my life, and now so are you. When I can’t be with you, I know my three brothers can give you everything you need.
I understand from a human's point of view, it’s odd.
It will take time, but when you are changed, you will never doubt again. ”
“Why?”
“Once we are bonded, you will be able to read our minds. Our emotions will merge, and you will know the depth of our feelings. Are you scared of the transition?”
“Not as much. Breeane helped ease my fears.” She rolls her lips.
“What?” There is something she doesn’t want to ask.
“I don’t know…” She traces the edge of my tattoo.
“Princess, ask,” I say firmly.
“I called Bane Daddy,” she says quickly.
“And?”
“It felt right.”
“Good. Only do things that feel right,” I say softly.
“You seem like a Daddy, too.” She glances up. “You make me feel cherished, but you have this demanding, take charge attitude.”
“You’re right. It would please me greatly if you called me that.
” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Never be afraid to talk to me about anything. What we do privately is no one's fucking business. I would never force you to use that word. I love hearing it, but it’s not a must. My relationship with you will be different than my brothers. Yes, Bane enjoys being called Daddy, but we aren’t the same in every way.
Ultimately, it will be your choice to give us your body in any way.
Do you like it? Do our demands turn you on? ”
“I never thought it would.”
“But it does?”
“Yes, very much,” she breathes.
“That’s all that matters.” Her face is flushed, and I grin. “Do you want to complete the bond?” Her pulse skips, and I touch the beat in her neck.
“I do. I can’t leave you,” she rasps.
“Good. We will wait until everything with Lawson is settled. We don’t want you to be in a vulnerable state when Frank comes. The transition is unpredictable. It could take hours or days. During that time, we won’t leave your side,” I rumble.
“I believe you would never leave me,” she says, pressing her hand flat.
“I’m honored by your trust.”
“You take care of everyone. I’ve noticed how calm you remain. You are the glue that holds your brothers together.”
“We have fought our whole lives for each other,” I say.
“I admire you,” she says, and I rub my jaw. “You can give the compliments, but can’t take one.” She smiles.
“It’s different coming from you,” I say gruffly.
“Why?” She laughs lightly.
“You don’t realize how much you mean to us.
” I grab her wrist. “To me. The bond draws us to you, but it can’t force us to love.
We trust the universe to send us the one most compatible, yet it is up to us to build on that foundation.
Everything you are appeals to me.” I drag her hand down.
“Yes, we are attracted to you.” I guide her hand to my cock.
“Obviously, we want you, but it’s so much more than that.
We can sense your kindness and giving soul.
Your willingness to accept us, the dark parts and all, is intoxicating.
You calm our animals and simultaneously call out the beast.” I squeeze her hand around me, and her mouth parts.
“The calm you praise me for is at its limit. If you aren’t ready for me, leave my lap.
” I stare at her, waiting for her decision, and release her hand.
She doesn’t move. “If you are ready, once I have you, there will be no going back. I have waited, watched my brothers fall deeper under your spell, and been both grateful and impatient for my turn. There is no competition, our bond will be different than theirs. The time we spend together is what we need and no one else. I will demand that you follow my lead. I set the pace. I will take care of you in every way.” Her scent swirls around me, leaving no doubt what she wants, yet everything we do will be discussed and consensual. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.”
“What's your word?”
“Ballet.”
“Say it, and everything stops. Say, 'stop,' and I'll back away. We'll talk about what scared you, and how I can adjust. If you don’t like something, we won’t do it. If you want to talk it through, that’s what we will do. I won’t be mad.
Your pleasure is what's important. Our time together should be nothing to be scared of. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Have you ever been bound?” I ask.
“No.”
“Is it because you don’t want to be, or it’s never appealed to you with anyone?”
“I’m not opposed. I’ve never felt the urge to give over that control.”
“Do you with me?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Are you ready? Any concerns?”
“None,” she rasps.
“Take off my belt,” I command, and she gasps.
I wait as she straightens slightly, her gaze drifts down.
Her fingers crawl up and trace the leather.
I grit my teeth as her skin flutters over mine while she undoes the buckle.
She doesn’t fumble, her hand is steady as she does as I demand.
When it’s loose, she slowly pulls the leather, inch by inch.
She meets my eyes when it clears the last loop.
My mate is seducing me even though I am the one giving the orders.
“Done, Daddy,” she says, and I want to laugh.
“Good job, Princess.” I didn’t think I could get any harder until she called me Daddy.
“Put it in my hands.” I hold my palms flat, and she gently places it in my hands.
“Thank you. Now hold out your arms, wrists together.” She does it easily.
“If the leather hurts, let me know. I'll take it off immediately.” I glance at her as I wrap it around her wrists, and she nods. “Give me the words.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says.
“Thank you. Always vocalize your answers, please,” I say.
“I will,” she says firmly.
I finish securing her and sit back.
“Beautiful,” I say, and tilt my head. “I want you to stand up and bend over my desk.” Her scent of desire erupts.
Yes, we are compatible. My Princess is begging to follow my commands.
I can’t wait to hear all the ways she will continue to beg.