"You sound crazy. Me? A waitress that want's more than nothing to do with you and this world is now tasked with keeping you from ripping peoples heads off?" I push the plate away not feeling hungry, more based on the sickness that is pooling in my lower belly.

"You make it sounds like it's the end of the world to be stuck with me." He grumbles, I see the flash of gold coming forward.

"Well you aren't a diamond in the rough, if I'd say so myself." Lies. All lies. He could have me for breakfast any day of the week.

The Alpha looks up from his food, a burning gaze taking over his eyes. I know I messed up when he gives me a once over attempting to calm himself before continuing, "I would watch that mouth of yours, Veronica."

"Oh and what are you going to do? Hmm?" I cry internally before making the suggestion, "Spank me for bad behavior?"

He goes to set his fork down, the plate cracking underneath his heavy hand. I nibble my lips waiting on him to say something in return. My mind knows I play with fire, but my body want's it. Boring, I never wanted boring in life.

Ares walks around the island, me swiveling to keep his dark stare, "Do you enjoy testing me?"

I let the bond take over, and hope that one day I can be this free with him, if this is where I am truly meant to be. One day, probably soon, I have to sit down with myself and really take into account everything that I want because even I give myself whip lash.

"I enjoy tormenting you." I mumble, his hands coming to my hips. The familiar fire ignites within me and I stand up to move against his chest. Our breaths mix, lips inches apart.

"Is that so, darling?" His tattoos peaks over his unbuttoned collar driving me wild. I haven't been with many men as inked as he is, but I don't know if I would ever be able to go back. My thoughts trailed to him, a growl leaving from the back of his throat, "You dare think of other men while I hold you against me?"

I stutter trying to come up with an explanation, he doesn't wait for a response moving my hips up so I sit on the island. Our torsos sit at the same height, eyes aligned. I breath heavy trying to get as much air as possible, but he defeats my efforts pulling into a deep kiss.

Our tongues fight, both him and I tasting each other. If the taste of him was ice cream I think it'd be my favorite flavor. He backs away, a hand moving to the center of my chest to lay me down on the counter. Our plates are shoved back and away allowing my hair to splay over the space.

Ares runs his fingers up my inner thighs, teasing me before running his thumb over my entrance. I squirm into him begging for his touch, "You in a dress is such a blessing." He groans pushing up the skirt leaving my bare ass on the counter. Panties are for the weak.

He kneels letting his mouth run over the sensitive parts of my legs, hands massaging my muscles as he moves. I moan for more, but he doesn't listen taking his sweet time to work his way up, "Say you're mine." He blows against my core, I shudder.

"Ares!" He slips in only a finger, but holds still. I try to move my hips but he keeps his one hand on my belly keeping me contained.

"Say it."

I buck my hips again, his tongue running over me. My body becomes a mess of hormones. The curling of his finger and tongue together send my mind to another world. Absolutely no thoughts of another man intrude on this, he is the only one I'm thinking about.

My core builds, the tasteful release so close. I feel him in my mind searching for something and I give him all of it. In my weakness he is given the rights to see anything he wants, his presence traveling through me so effortlessly. I raise my hips for my release, but Ares stops pulling away from me.

"What the fuck?" I curse at him picking myself up to sit on my forearms as I look down my body.

"You never said you're mine. A worthy punishment for a women who claims to detest me so." He claps his hands together standing to move to the sink. He cleans himself then grabs another plate of food.

"You can't do that." I mumble sliding off the counter.

Ares laughs, "You'll learn, darling. While I might bend to your will, I am never the submissive."

I pull at the skirt of my dress so it falls better huffing before sitting back down. A cleaning lady runs in whipping down the counter almost immediately. Oh shit.

My face becomes as hot as a tomato, Ares just laughing under his breath, "Calm yourself. They are humans indebted to the pack, they didn't hear a thing. I simply sent a memo." He lifts his shirt, a small pager I hadn't seen before coming into display.

"Indebted to the pack?"

"How about a question for a question? Hmm?" He slides my plate over again, this time I take the food.

"Oh? And what would your question for me be?"

"Ex-girlfriend of James Volga, and now he's searching for you?"

Mother fucks and cheese dicks, "What about it?"