Ice Princess: The Winter Solstice Tribrid

Chapter 14

(Morrigan’s P.O.V)

           After Rian and Killian left the bedroom, the servants brought up my bags for me to unpack and organize the way I wanted.

Hopefully, Killian remembers his shoe.

I have a feeling that the dumbass Beta is going to forget it and walk to the packhouse without it.

Okay, bet. Let’s see what happens.

What will I get if I win, Princess?

A little cocky, aren’t we there little wolfy?

Nope, I just know that Rian’s Beta has his blond moments.

Well, alrighty then, let’s see what happens.

           It’s only been about fifteen minutes since the boys left the room and I got started unpacking when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Before I could open it, I knew who it was just by their scent alone, Rian.

“So, Killian forgot his shoe and walked to the packhouse without realizing it until my mother pointed it out.”

           I try to suppress the giggle that’s rising within me while Rian goes and gets Killian his shoe.

“I’m almost done unpacking and when I am, do you want to cook dinner with me?” I ask.

“Mmm, that sounds like a plan babe. I look forward to it.” He says, pecking me on the lips as he walks out of the room.

See, I told you Killian would walk to the packhouse without it.

Yeah, whatever.

Are you going to mate and mark Rian tonight?

That’s the plan, Stan.

Human, I swear to the Mother Goddess that I will make your shifts painful if you say anything like that again.

Alright, Goddess, you are bitchy aren’t ya?

           Winter huffs and turns her tail at me. Well, whatever wolf, I can ignore you too. I get all my bags unpacked, well, at least the ones with clothes in them. There’s a suitcase that has…things…in it that no one wants to see. Well, that’s not entirely true, I think Rian would want to see them. I mean he is the Supreme Alpha, so there’s gotta be some primal urge in him or something. Rian comes back in as I open my “surprises” suitcase and I hurriedly slam it shut, not wanting him to see that side of me yet.

“What do you have got there baby?” He asks.

“Oh, nothing. Just some more clothes.” I say with absolutely no confidence in my answer whatsoever.

“Uh-huh. Well then you don’t mind if I look at these...clothes, then do you?” He asks, slowly walking over to me and my suitcase.

“Um, well, you see; these are dirty clothes and, well…um…I doubt that you want to smell them and stuff,” I replied.

           Before I knew it, Rian had snatched the suitcase off the bed and ran to the bathroom with it, locking the door behind him. Oh f**k. May the Goddess welcome me into her loving arms because this is where I die of embarrassment. I hear a low growl emanating from the bathroom. He can’t seriously be pissed, can he?

Oh, honey, he ain’t pissed. He and Stark are TURNED THE f**k ON by what’s in your little “black bag.”

How do you know that?

Even though we haven’t marked or mated with them, I can still connect with Stark on a simpler level. I can sense what he is feeling and, by extension, what Rian is feeling.

Oh boy, this is not good. Maybe I should leave for a minute and then come back when they’ve…. calmed down.

I would not do that if I were you love. Wolves, particularly Alpha wolves, love the hunt. It’s primal for them to hunt their mate and if he must, he will catch you and mate you on the forest floor.

Dear Goddess’s above, that is NOT going to happen.

Then I suggest you stay put, my dear.

           The door to the bathroom opens and Rian steps out, eyes black with lust and his chest heaving.

“Is that why you didn’t want anyone handling your bags?” He asks, in a husky voice that promises a thousand delicious tortures.

“Yes,” I whisper.

           In less than three strides, Rian is in front of me grabbing the back of my neck and smashing his lips to mine with a feral intensity that I had never experienced before. He forces his tongue into my mouth, tasting all of me as if he would never kiss me like this again. I whimper out as he moves his hands from my neck to my ass, giving it a harsh squeeze, making my panties dampen. His lips leave mine as he bends down and hoists me up, making my legs wrap around his waist. I nuzzle into his neck; kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping on the spot where my mark will go. He grips my thighs tighter and lets out a warning growl, a warning for what I don’t know, but it made the floodgates between my thighs open. With my mouth latched to his neck, he walks us over to the bed and unceremoniously drops me from his body onto the bed.

           I look up into his eyes, still pitch black with lust, and suppress a moan by biting my lower lip, which only makes Rian release a low rumble from his chest. I decided to be bold, which is not like me, particularly in the bedroom.

“I want you, Rian,” I whisper.

           That’s all it takes for Rian to tear my clothes from my body, leaving me completely bare for him to memorize my entire body. The heat from his gaze makes me clench and rub my thighs together like a damn cricket, trying to create some type of friction. Suddenly, Rian turns around and walks back to the bathroom, closing the door.

Um, what in the actual f**k!?

Oh my Goddess, that man had best get his wolfy ass back out here before I take over and rip that door off its hinges.

           In no time, the door reopens, and Rian stands in the door frame completely naked with a few of my toys in his hands. Oh. My. Goddess.

“I couldn’t make love to my mate without a few things now, could I, princess?”

I gulp, “Yes.”

           Rian walks towards me, and I get a better look at what he has in his hands: my crop, my gag, and my bullet. Oh, dear Goddess above.

“You will address me as any of the following: Alpha, Sir, or Master. Is that understood?” He asks.

“Yes Sir.” I whimper.

“Good. Now, get into the middle of the bed; spread your legs and arms above your head.”

           I comply, crawling my way to the middle of the bed all the while giving him a nice view of my ass. A low growl sounded before I felt the crop smacking against my ass cheek, making me let out a moan of pleasure. I lay on my back, legs spread and arms above my head as Rian pulls out super soft leather cuffs from the bedside table. It’s only then that I realize that his bed frame is made for restraint. The black steel canopy had triple arches with nine hanging rings and with rings on the footboard and headboard to use if suspension wasn’t what we were going to do.

“If you haven’t noticed by now, mo grá, I’m a dominant, and seeing what was in your little bag suggests that you are submissive. Am I correct?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Now, before I continue, I need to know that you are okay with my being your Dom and I need to know your hard and soft limits.”

“Hard limits; fire play, whipping, electro play, needles, and blood/urine/feces. Soft limits; anal, choking, fisting, wax play, and sensory play.”

“Okay princess, and how do you feel about being in a dynamic right now?”

“Well, you are my mate and I feel safe with you, and I know that you’ll take care of me,” I replied.

“You need to take the mate bond out of this, you need to think of me as a separate person. Would you feel comfortable with me as your Dom?”

           I thought about it for a minute. If I took the mate bond out of it, I do think that I would be okay with Rian being in a dynamic with Rian.

“Yes Sir. I do feel like I would be comfortable being in a dynamic with you.”

           And with that, he fitted the soft leather cuffs to me and then attached them to the four corners of the bed. I was now completely exposed to him, vulnerable and waiting with anticipation for what was to happen next.