Happy Friday, angels!

What's one thing you want to do today?

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Fallon has eaten all of the food when I return to the cell.

I'm carrying a towel, a bag of toiletries and one of my t-shirts.

'I've brought you these, I thought you might want to freshen up,' I tell her.

She looks at the things in my hands and stands up.

'How am I going to do that?' She asks me.

'I will let you use one of the bathroom's in the pack house. One with no windows.'

She glares. 'Fine.'

'Do you promise to behave? I can put you in cuffs if I need to.'

I can't help but smirk as I think of having her handcuffed for me. She glares, knowing exactly which direction my thoughts have taken.

'Pig,' she mutters, but her flushed cheeks give her away. 'I promise.'

I think my little mate likes that idea.

I unlock the gate and uncuff her. True to her word, she doesn't try anything and dutifully follows me out of the cells.

She's barefoot on the ground, but refuses to put on her heels. I ask one of the guards to find her some spares shoes.

I lead her to the downstairs bathroom and hand her everything. I wait outside the door as she freshens up.

When she comes out ten minutes later, she has showered and cleaned her teeth. She's washed off the make-up and now her bare-face is revealed to me.

She's fucking beautiful.

'You're beautiful,' I tell her, unable to stop myself.

She blushes and won't meet my eyes. I frown as I see that she has refused to wear my shirt and is back in her skimpy clothing.

The guard brought her a pair of flip flops and she wears them as I take her back to the cells. I don't want to put her back in them, but I don't trust her not to run yet.

I follow her into the cell.

'I spoke to your sister, Freya. She's coming over to the territory this evening,' I tell her.

Fallon glares. 'You invited my sister to here?'

I shrug. 'Yes. I think she wants to see you.'

My little mate scowls and takes a threatening step towards me. I smirk and meet her in the middle.

'Careful, little mate, I can have you in those cuffs again in a second,' I warn her, amusement in my voice.

She narrows her eyes at me. 'You wouldn't dare.'

I chuckle. 'You know I would.'

'Don't you dare touch me, I'm not yours.'

That pisses me and my wolf off.

'You are mine,' I snap at her. 'Just as I am yours.'

She bares her teeth at me. 'I belong to no one.'

I growl and grab her wrists. I hold them above her head and pin her against the wall. She tries to struggle, but I grab the cuffs and clip them around her wrists easily.

She tugs on them and growls in frustration. A foot shorter than me, she glares up at me.

'You are mine,' I tell her again.

A sweet smell hits me and I almost fall over at the scent. My teeth elongate and I'm instantly hard in my jeans.

She's aroused.

I think my little mate likes me dominating her. Or at least, her body does.

When I look at her, she seems to be fighting an internal battle. Her body wants this and her mind is fighting it.

'Does my little mate like being tied up?' I ask her huskily, my voice thick with desire.

She squirms against the wall and refuses to meet my eyes. 'No,' she mumbles petulantly.

'I think you do. In fact, I know you do. I can smell it.'

She blushes a dark shade of pink.

Our eyes meet and desire races through me. I want her, bad.

I've waited years to find her and here she is, completely at my mercy, chained up.

Her hazel eyes drop to my lips and she runs her tongue over her bottom lip. I can barely contain the low growl at the back of my throat.

I grab the back of her neck and capture her lips with mine. She moans as our lips touch and the little devil kisses me back. Her lips move perfectly against mine.

I grip her hair tightly, holding her exactly where I want her as I push my tongue into her mouth. She moans around it and then hesitantly nudges her tongue against mine.

I struggle to hold myself back. The way her tongue is caressing mine makes me want to take her right here.

With one hand gripping her hair, I slide the other down her body, feeling her curves. She makes a mewling sound and presses her body closer to mine. I take that as encouragement and I slide my hand up her top.

My hand cups her bare breast and she gasps into the kiss. My fingers graze the ring through her nipple and surprise fills me. I feel the nipple piercing again, running my fingers over the ring in fascination.

Fallon seems to like her nipple being played with, because she rubs herself against me unashamedly.

I break the kiss and pull back. Fallon looks up at me with lust-filled eyes, her lips parted and swollen.

'How can you say you don't want me as your mate?' I ask her and her face quickly turns from aroused to pissed off. 'How can you kiss me like that and say you don't want me?'

Fallon glares stubbornly. 'I am not your mate.'

It's a stupid comment. She knows it's not true and she knows it will piss me off, but she says it anyway.

I grab her chin and force her to look me in the eyes.

'Tell me that you don't want me,' I demand.

She glares at me for a few seconds before growling in frustration. She can't lie to me convincingly and we both know it.

She leans up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine, surprising me.

I kiss her back, holding the back of her neck so that I can keep her in place. My other hand roams her body. I slide my hand under her top and feel if her other nipple is pierced. It is, too. I play with the piercing, gently pulling on it.

Fallon moans into my mouth and I don't stop. I push her top up, over her breasts. I break the kiss to shout over my shoulder.

'Leave us!' I order the guards.

As soon as I hear the door close, I kiss Fallon again. With her breasts exposed to me, I squeeze and massage them, using both of my hands now.

Her desire is tangible. The scent of it fills the air and she writhes her beautiful body against mine.

She isn't protesting, so I move my right hand lower, to her skirt. She makes no move to stop me as I lift it up, to her waist. I push her thong to one side and part her lower lips with my finger.

She's soaking.

Dripping wet, all for me. I growl into the kiss and push two fingers inside her. She gasps and keens against me in response.

With my body pinning her against the wall, I begin pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her juices coat my fingers and drip down my hand. She loves it.

It doesn't take long to have her coming apart at my touch. She moans my name against my lips and her little body shakes. It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever witnessed.

I can feel my control slipping. My wolf wants to mark her and mate her, right now. She doesn't seem to be wanting me to stop.

Her hands tug against her restraints and she growls in frustration. I'm tempted to untie her, but this might be a trick to get me to do so. I leave her cuffed and a part of her likes it.

I start moving my fingers and soon, I make her come again. This time her hips move back and forth, fucking my fingers.

'More,' she demands huskily.

Her voice is filled with desire, her eyes are almost black with arousal. The pupils so dilated there is barely any of her irises visible.

I undo my jeans and she watches heatedly, licking her lips. I free my cock and pull it out, enjoying the way her eyes widen at the size of it.

She bites her bottom lip and I can tell she wants to touch me, maybe even suck me.

'What is it you want, little mate?' I ask, my voice raspy.

She tugs on the chains and tries to take a step towards me.

'Tell me,' I order her.

She groans in frustration. 'You,' she snarls. 'I want you to fuck me.'

I don't need to be told twice.

I grab one of her thighs and pull it up, around my waist, opening her up to me. With my cock in my other hand, I rub myself against her pussy, getting slick with her juices.

My eyes meet hers as I slowly push inside of her. She moans and her lips part. She looks so fucking sexy as she takes my cock.

Once I'm fully seated inside of her, I pause.

'More,' she whines impatiently.

'Look at me, Fallon.'

Those hazel eyes meet mine.

'I won't try and control you. I won't tell you what you can and can't wear. I won't tell you who you can and can't hang out with. I will respect you to make your own decisions.'

She swallows hard, taking in my words with wide eyes.

'More,' she repeats.

I chuckle and lift her other leg. She's very flexible, she lifts her knees up to her chest, opening herself fully for me. I pin her between myself and the wall and when I've got her exactly where I want her, I begin fucking her.

I pound into her, supporting myself on the wall whilst I hold her leg with my other hand. I grit my teeth, trying to focus on her pleasure and not how fucking hot and tight she is.

She leans her head back against the wall and moans loudly.

'Fuck!' She cries out.

Her body shakes and I realise she's coming already. Her already tight pussy clenches around me with an iron-like grip. Her body shudders and the sexiest moans escape her lips.

I can feel my own climax nearing and my gums ache. My incisors start to lengthen with the urge to mark her.

'Who do you belong to?' I demand she answer. My voice barely sounds like my own. 'Who?'

She looks at me, her eyes wide with lust and desire. She doesn't answer, only bites that fucking bottom lip.

'Who do you belong to?' I ask again. I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure and she comes again on my cock.

'Submit,' I order, squeezing her throat in warning.

'You!' She cries out. 'I'm yours.'

She turns her head to the side, submitting completely. She offers her neck to me and I don't deny her. I bury my face in her neck and find the right spot. Then, I sink my teeth into the sensitive skin, marking her.

We climax together, clawing at each other like animals as pleasure consumes us.

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'How is she?' Freya asks as I lead her down the steps to the cells.

'She's a bit tired, she's just recovering,' I tell her.

Freya nods sympathetically. 'It was a big night, we drank a lot.'

I chuckle. 'Oh, she's sober now. What I meant is, she's recovering from being marked.'

Freya's eyes widen and her lips parts in shock.

'She let you mark her?'

I smirk triumphantly.

We come to her cell and I smile proudly at my beautiful mate. She's asleep against the wall, her wrists still handcuffed above her head.

After we had finished our mating, I helped her get her clothes back into place, covering her beautiful body.

A lot of it is still on show, revealing the many marks littering her body. I feel proud at the sight of my beautiful mate, covered in my bites. They're dotted across her arms, legs, breasts and neck.

To thoroughly convince her that she is mine, I marked her multiple times. She came every time. Tomorrow, the majority of them will fade, leaving the ones on her neck.

'Do you want a drink? It might be a while before she wakes up, I tired her out a lot.'

Freya raises her eyebrows.

'Shit...I can see that. Yeah, okay.'

I lead my future sister-in-law into the house, leaving my mate to recover in the cells.

When she wakes up, I'll let her out. She can't leave me now that we've completed the mating process.

Something tells me I'll have her in cuffs again at some point, my little nympho likes them.

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Another one down!

Something fishy coming next and no, it's not an unwashed vagina. L x