There are armed patrol wolves everywhere. Violetta and Vincent are here with Phoebe as the wolves scout the area. As soon as she spots me she runs over. Her arms wrap around me when she’s close enough.
“What happened?” I ask
“The trucks and some of the things inside were taken, Violetta answers.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are the guards?”
“They used Lycan control stun darts.” Vincent answers. “I’m sorry this happened to your mate here, Knightly.”
“I’m okay. I was in the subbasement with one of the girls staying here. Vince said the windows will be fixed by tonight.”
“On Vy, he nods.
“Thanks, man. You didn’t get hit by one of those darts, did you?” I ask her.
“No, Midnight would have had words, she smirks. “Jordan went down hard.”
“That’s not funny,” Jordan growls. I press my lips together to keep myself from laughing because he has a bruise that is just a few shades away from turning black on the left side of his neck. “Don’t,”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Oh, my god. Look at your neck!” Perry shouts from behind me and bursts into laughter. “It’s the color of a plum! You got fucking hit in the neck.”
“Perry.” Phoebe tries to stop her, but then starts giggling herself.
*Lillies is going to be so mad,” Perry adds between laughs.
“There’s video footage,” Violetta adds. Phoebe and Perry both laugh that much more.
“Okay, well. I have to make some calls to cancel tomorrow’s show. They took everything.” Phoebe clears her throat. “I’m sorry about that, Jordan. Her laugh is contagious.”
“Whatever,” he says quietly.
“Mommy, you okay?” Aizen walks up to her and offers her his hand.
‘Yes, I am. Jordan and the other big Lycans protected me,” she crouches down to hug him. “What do you have in there?”
*Snacks. Want some? There’s pizza and chickens and big fries and fried mushrooms,” he holds up the paper bag I’d given him back at the Ballpit.
“Me too, Mommy.” Ayrie runs over to her.
“I’m sorry your fun with Daddy was cut short. We can all go together soon,” she promises, and hugs them both. The press is eating all of this up.
“Let’s get inside. I want to take a look around.”
“I just want to leave. Vy and Vince are taking over since this is their territory. We don’t know who has jurisdiction yet, and-” She doesn’t look upset. “Can we just go home, please?”
“We’ve got it here,” Vy interjects. “If anything comes up, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Okay, I agree.
‘I’m staying. I’ll see you guys later.” Perry waves at us.
Phoebe goes straight to her work area when we get home, and starts making calls to try and get some new materials for what was taken. She’s not freaking out for someone who just lost their first official project in a company she just started. I don’t comment on it and get through the rest of the day with the kids. I help with their homework and then wash them up before bed.
“What did you do?” I ask once they’re in bed.
“Hmm?”
“You and your sister. What are you doing?” I ask. She tries to hide it, but the amusement in her eyes gives it away.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she shrugs and pretends to go back to whatever she’s got on the screen. “Kn She growls playfully when I pull her out of the office chair and place he on the desk. I scoot all the way in to trap her here She’s wearing something that shouldn’t be as provocative as it is.
The short black skirt fits tightly around her hips. The tights have little black sparkles that shimmer against the dim light coming from the floor lamp behind me. The black satin button–up defines what she’s hiding underneath.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Angel,” I say, looking up at her. Immediately, her pulse races. “You’re going to tell me what
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you’re up to, and every time you deny it, I’m going to play with everything but the place you want me to play with. Yeah?”
“Knight,” she laughs nervously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hmm,” I release my claws and begin to cut down the front of her blouse She immediately tries to pry my hand away
“I just made this,” she growls. I pull my claws down hard enough to split it open. Her eyes are wide when I look up at her again. “What the fuck?”
“It was a very pretty top, Angel.” I reach behind her and finish shredding it apart.
Her playful demeanor grows cold, and the anger is more than obvious. See, that’s the reaction I expected from what happened today. Someone stole her creations. Not just one or two, but the entire line and the shipment that is supposed to go up on the official website tonight. Not to mention that her two–million–dollar setup for tomorrow’s runway show is cancelled.
“I gonna fucking kick you, Nathan.” she sneers.
“You’re omitting the truth from me,” I say, running my hands up her thighs. She growls when I get to the hem of her skirt. “It‘ s too bad. I love the way your ass looks in this.”
“No-” the fabric splits when my nail cuts through it. That’s how tight it was.
“Are you ready to tell me what you’re hiding?” I ask.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she retorts. “But you just made this personal and you’re about to find out that you have some pretty fucked up kinks, Nathan.”
I growl when she manages to pull her leg out from under my arm. Her heel hits my chest, knocking the wind out of me when my back hits the backrest. I didn’t even see her reach for my belt, but she snaps it when she pulls it clean off my pants.
“That hurt,” I inform her.
“I sure hope so,” she says, looking down at my lap.
I’ve never had a woman do that to me, and as it turns out, she might be right about me discovering kinks I didn’t know were there. It could be the trauma, or it could be the fact that it’s her. Either way, this is going to be fun. I reach for my pants to make room, only for her to snatch my wrist. I’m shocked by how fast she moved around me to bind me to the chair with my hands behind my back.
“Who taught you how to do that?” If she says my father, this game is over.
“Midnight’s lived very many lives,” she answers, somewhat relieving me.
Phoebe pulls the chair away from the desk and comes around to stand in front of me. The sight is absolute perfection. She‘ s wearing a very sexy satin red underwear set. The tights only serve to make it hotter. And the heels. Fuck me, I want her to kick me with them again. A sudden urge to touch her comes over me as she walks toward the door.
“I can break out of this.” I remind her. She stops short of taking the door handle and looks over her shoulder to look at me so I have a clear picture of her perfect ass.
“I know you can, but you’re not going to. You’re going to be a good boy and do as I say,” she smiles sweetly. That’s all she says before opening the door and walking out. I open my mouth to call after her, but what the fuck am I supposed to say or do? She completely flipped the switch on me, and once again caught me off guard. I want nothing more than to put her over my lap and give her the spanking of her life, but I kind of want to know where this leads to. When she returns, a wicked little grin crosses her face when she sees I haven’t moved. She’s got on a black satin robe. In her hand, she’s holding a black luxury briefcase. I’ve never seen it before.
“What’s that?” I ask her. She glances at me with that same mischievous smile, but says nothing. I sit back and watch her open the briefcase. “Angel-”
“Shut the fuck up already. Relax. I’m not going to hurt you,”
She’s holding a pair of cuffs in one hand and a knife in the other when she spins around to face.
“Oh, shit.”
“Since you like cutting people out of their clothes. I thought I’d give it a shot. I need something a little more secure for you. Your belt isn’t one of mine, and I know it’s not going to hold. You’re already squirming.”
“Who the fuck are you, right now?” I laugh.
Once the cuffs are on, she sits on my lap. Her eyes are the royal blue, they always are, so I know it’s not Midnight. I shrink back when she holds the hunting knife up and looks down at my chest. Fear strikes me hard for a moment, and I have to remind myself that this is my mate. The mother of my children.
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The curved tip of the knife lifts the collar of my t–shirt from my skin. She cuts down almost expertly. She does the same to my sleeves until my torso is completely bare to her. I swallow hard when she runs the tip over my chest, barely grazing me. She tosses the knife aside and inhales slowly.
“You’re going to drive me insane,” I whisper.
“It’s still so crazy to me,” she says quietly, and I see it.
The obsession with me that she spoke about before. I had brushed it off as a cute teenage story from a former fan girl. Her fingers trace my tattoos slowly. The bond between us is so strong that I can’t bring myself to move, and the twinge of fear keeps me fully aware of every single one of her movements.
“Phoebe?” I whisper, and it comes out shaky. She giggles in a way that appeals to all my senses. She leans in, pressing her lips to mine. She deepens the kiss, and just when I go in to dominate it, she pulls away with a smirk on her lips. “More,”
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Knight.” She grins.brightly. “I’m going to play with everything but the place you want me to play with and you’re going to like it.”
