Chapter 54
Chapter Fifty-Four
Rhen
Thane lays Harlow’s clothes on the bed while I try to coax her awake.
She snores loudly as I shake her shoulder.
She’s drooling on Thane’s pillow, but that’s better than her drooling on me.
I woke up to a puddle on my chest, and she had the audacity to say I drooled on myself when I finally managed to escape her embrace.
She’s trying to escape having to go to the council hearing as she continues snoring. A hurricane would struggle to wake her, and I’m pretty sure if one tried, she would flip the storm off and tell it to blow wind up someone else’s ass for all the luck I’m having.
Thane chuckles, shaking his head as he walks to the side of the bed she’s on and yanks the blanket back. Goosebumps instantly lace her skin from the cool morning air. A mere second passes before his hand comes down on her bare ass. The crack is loud, and I flinch.
She jumps and yelps, rubbing her backside.
“Up!” Thane laughs.
Her eyes turn to slits as she glares at him. She grabs a pillow and lobs it at him, hitting him between the shoulder blades.
“Alphahole,” she snarls. Thane turns and smirks at her.
“Time to get up, Low. We need to leave soon. Rhen has been trying to get you up for the last ten minutes,” he tells her.
She grumbles and reaches for the blanket before tugging it back up. I press my lips into a line to stop my laughter as I see Thane huff and cross his arms.
“Get up, Low!” he warns as Leon wanders in. Raidon follows behind him with Scarlett, burping her over his shoulder.
“Now, Harlow,” Thane growls as she reaches for a pillow to cover her head, blocking him out.
“Now, Harlow!” she mimics, trying to impersonate his voice. She comes off sounding more like a child throwing a tantrum at being forced to go to school. Thane growls and Leon snickers behind me.
“Someone’s in trouble,” Leon says in a sing-song voice.
“Yeah! He is for not letting me sleep!” comes her muffled voice. Leon bristles, and my eyes go to Thane, feeling his annoyance. I know he is tempted to test his aura on her.
“You have three seconds to get your ass out of bed,” Thane threatens. He shakes his head and curses under his breath when she doesn’t move. “1 … 2 … 3.”
“Wow, congratulations, you can count like a big boy,” she mocks as she curls up beneath the blanket. Thane snarls, ripping the blanket off her, and she shrieks, trying to grab it back. “Nooooo!” she drags the word out, making it sound like a whine.
“You’re being a brat. Now up, before I turn your ass red,” Thane warns her.
At his words, she covers her backside with her hands but doesn’t move from her spot.
Thane sighs, gripping her ankles and ripping her to the edge of the bed.
She claws at the sheets but can’t escape his grip when his hand comes down on her ass again.
I cringe at the sound of the slap and almost rub my own ass, just at the sight of her reddened cheeks.
“Slap my ass again, and you can suck your own dick!” she warns him.
I don’t know what’s worse, her whine of pain or the sound she makes as he quickly pulls her over his lap.
His hand comes down hard on her ass once more.
She shrieks, trying to cover her bright-red behind.
Yet her arousal perfumes the air, like a beacon of lust and sin.
“You were saying?” Thane asks. She growls, biting his thigh.
“Yep, she’s in one hell of a mood,” I tell Thane as he pinches her nose to get her to release his leg.
“Let go!” he growls, pushing her hands away to rub her backside. “Right, Leon, grab me the butt plug from the top drawer. The third one,” Thane tells him and Leon laughs.
“Now you’ve done it,” Leon tells her. She lets Thane’s leg go, lifting her head.
“Wait, wait! I’ll get up!” Harlow pleads, as Raidon laughs and takes Scarlett out of the room. Thane grips her hair, tugging her head back.
“What was that?” he asks her.
Leon wanders over and drags the cool, glass plug up her spine, causing her to stiffen.
“I’ll suck your cock!” she blurts as she shudders at the feel of it.
“Hm, I’m listening,” Thane chuckles, rubbing her ass and squeezing her cheeks. His fingers trace around the tight muscle of her hole. His other hand presses down on the center of her back as she bucks against him.
“I’ll behave, I’ll behave!” she shrieks, but I can feel her anger bubbling. So can Thane. She wants to bite him, put him in his place. But he is already in his place, and so is she. Over his knee, right where he likes her.
“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” he tells her, holding out his hand for the butt plug.
“I’ll swallow!” she offers.
“You would have to anyway,” he tells her. He snaps his fingers at Leon, who snatches the lube off the bedside table. Harlow bucks when she feels the lube drip between her cheeks.
“Oh, you better sleep with one fucking eye open, Thane! I am going to shove that fucking thing right up your ass,” she growls as he traces it between her cheeks, coating it in the lube.
She tries to cover her ass with her hands again, but Thane easily grips her wrists with his free hand, holding them in the small of her back.
She bucks before growling at him. When he doesn’t let her up, she bites his thigh again.
He groans, only for it to turn into growl, and I snicker when he shoves the butt plug inside her.
She whimpers and lets him go. “No! You asshat,” she snarls, kicking her legs before she bites him again.
He slaps her ass, and she cusses him out.
“You have quite the language this morning,” he tells her, and she growls. “Want a bigger one?” he warns. She shakes her head, and he lets her wrists go to grab her hair, tugging her head back.
She seems like she’s about to cuss him out again but changes her mind. “Leon, grab—” she starts, batting her eyelashes at him and making him smirk, “a smaller one?” she purrs.
“Not a chance,” he tells her, and she pouts.
Thane pulls her to sit on his lap. His hand tangles in her hair and he nips at her mark. “If you remove it,” he warns, running his tongue along her jaw, “it’ll be my dick next time, not a plug.” He slaps her ass, and she grits her teeth. I know she’s going to make him regret that later.
“Now get dressed. We have the hearing in an hour,” he tells her. She huffs, snatching up the dress he set out for her and heading into the bathroom.
“I’m surprised you didn’t make her suck your dick,” Leon groans, sounding a little disappointed. It must be a nice reprieve for him. It’s usually his ass over Thane’s lap.
“Oh, she will. She’ll just do it on the drive there,” Thane assures him before turning to me. “If she isn’t out of there in ten minutes let me know, and I will drag her ass out,” Thane tells me as he leaves the room.