Her Mortal Mate

Chapter Forty Four: Big Bad Wolf

Adam

“That was Constance Erickson!” Garret fairly exploded in Jadea’s mind. He was on the giddy side.

“The Phoenix personally escorted us!”

“Oh my goodness!!!!” Another squealed.

“She’s shorter than I imagined.”

“But holy hell that smile! She could nearly knock someone dead with it.”

“Did you see her mate!? I’ve never seen a demon with that coloring on his wings.”

“I’ve heard she has a similar pattern.”

“I’m kind of bummed we didn’t get to see her in all her demonesque glory.”

“Dude! Did you see her infamous archangel’s sword!?” Blade gushed. “I only caught a glimpse but it is as beautiful and legendary as they say.” He sounded like he was in love.

They all sounded like crazy fan girls to me. I just wished I understood why.

Jadea reached over and took my hand once again, her focus shifting to me instead of listening to her pack’s excited chatter. “That’s all part of the story I’ve promised to tell you.”

“Yeah, and I have to wait every other week for an update.” I groused.

I felt her growing amusement but she didn’t take the bait.

“What did she want to talk to you about?” Garret asked, suddenly refocusing the conversation and Jadea’s mind became instantly quiet as everyone listened intently. Through Jadea, I felt Garret’s frustration because C had effectively blocked him completely from Jadea’s mind and several others.

“She wanted to wish me good luck today,” she said evenly. I wasn’t sure if Garret picked up on it or not, but there was an edge. Not necessarily in her tone, but I could feel that something wasn’t quite right.

“Jadea,” Lance cut off whatever Garret wanted to say. Garret had caught onto that undercurrent too. “It’s nearly time for you to get ready.”

She nodded. “I would like to see Adam and my pack to their seats first.”

“Of course,” he obliged as he continued to lead us through the stone cold building until we came to an open set of excessively tall and thick wooden doors. As we stood outside of the room they led into, I could hear the buzz of lively chatter and my gut twisted nervously because I could just tell there was a very large crowd. Like thousands…

“Jay, we need to know,” Garret pressed as Lance led the way into the very large, domed room. It reminded me of an opera or theater with its upper seating sections and it’s slow tilted descent towards the main stage as it stood front and center.

As we walked through the middle isle, her and her pack argued—Garret calling her on her bull s**t and Jadea trying to reassure them it was nothing—all the while my mind drifted to my own interaction with the woman in question. What I wanted to know was how she had known I had the large, faux wolf ears with me.

“She’s a mystery,” Jadea said almost as an aside in my mind as she answered my silent question. “However, you know what I want to know?” Jadea asked almost conspiratorially. “What possessed you to bring them?” I knew she wasn’t upset. She was more curious than anything.

“I thought it would draw more attention my way. I mean, we are trying to make a scene right? A human wearing these fake wolf ears… kind of gives the impression I’m… well, you know.”

“No, I don’t,” she purred as we started ascending the stairs to the little box where her pack mates and I would be sitting to watch the debate. We were above the other viewers by a few feet and off to the right of the platform where she and her opponent would be. There was another box on the opposite side as well.

Damn woman! She was going to make me say it. “Like I am a submissive. The way I’m being protected would indicate I’m your mate. Or a plaything of yours at the least. While I absolutely love the ears, I’m sure others would think I’m weak.”

She held her thoughts close, not allowing them to spill out but her expression gave her away.

“Oh c’mon! Im not weak!” I shot a little offended.

“You’re a mortal in an immortal world, Adam.” She pointed out, unable to stop the chuckle that escaped. “Perhaps you aren’t weak as a mortal, but to us…”

“B-But—

“Even with the gun, the special bullets and knife you are no match for any one of us. They will view you as weak either way.”

What a vote of confidence—

She suddenly jerked me to a stop right before my seat, pulling and twisting my hand in such a way that I lost my balance and fell into her. Somehow, I saved some of my pride by keeping the very unmanly shriek locked inside my chest as I landed safely against her chest. My heart was racing as I froze against her.

I couldn’t explain what was happening to me. My reaction to this show of power, of dominance in a very public place wasn’t something I was used to.

With her added height from her heels, she stared down at me as my wide eyed gaze met and held hers. I was speechless by our sudden position. For a split second, I felt my mortality. For one second, I was the submissive as I stared up at her, so caught off guard and I wasn’t even upset about it. Our chests were pressed together intimately. Those light green eyes sparking mischievously.

A crooked, wicked grin split her face as she nearly devoured me with her gaze alone. My heart started pounding a frantic rhythm in my chest, my blood rushing to a certain area of my body. In my defense, she was a dominatrix. She was all alpha. It wasn’t just a hobby, it was a livelihood and it was sexy as hell. f**k, she was sexy as hell! And there was nothing I could do but fantasize about being eaten by the big bad wolf.

“That’s right Adam,” she cooed aloud her breath hot on my lips, her fingers curling under my chin. “I am the big bad wolf. And you’re my little red riding hood.”

Her lips smashed into mine in a very rough kiss, fingers burying in and pulling my hair, making me ache in ways I’d never ached before. It was a little embarrassing how I completely lost myself in her. The entire room fell away and it was just her and I. Red hot passion rushed through my veins and when she pulled away with a smirk on her lips, I knew I’d fallen into her trap.

“Now, be a good boy, sit down and look pretty,” she ordered right before she leaned in and growled on a whisper against my ear, “And, if you are good, I’ll put that matching tail of yours in you and let you f**k me from behind.”

Red.

Burning red.

My face had to have been as red as a lobster by her dirty talk. I swallowed hard and shakily sat down. I was a little out of my depth by her verbally and physically rough, dominant foreplay.

I had not been expecting that at all. “This isn’t fair!” I growled in her mind as I sat in such a way as to hide my erection while she walked away.

But, I couldn’t say I didn’t deserve it. Not with how I’d teased her earlier.

“You wanted to make a scene… well, there’s your scene.” She said innocently.

But, wait a moment… “A tail?” I sputtered as her words finally sank all the way in. “As in … a butt plug?”

I about died when her only answer was an evil smile thrown over her shoulder. “Don’t knock it till you try it,” she winked as she sashayed away from the booth following Lance backstage.

Oh hot damn!

She’d had me going there for a brief moment in time, believing I could dominate her. But this was it.

I knew my place with her now.

All I wanted was to be tied back up, like that day so long ago, and at her mercy. She could make me burn with a desire so strong I nearly forgot my name.

“That’s why I’m a switch, vanilla. I get the best of both worlds.” She purred in my mind.

Freaking hell, maybe that’s what I could be too? Because there were times I wanted nothing more than to dominate her, to be the one who gave her such pleasure and passion. While other times I wanted to be her little red riding hood…