problem is that you
didn’t consult either of us before you made this bargain.” Was
he serious? Without consulting them? What the hell? She was a
grown woman who made her own decisions. Granted they were both her
Alphas as well as her mates, but still—just the thought of having
to get their approval to agree to training—not to mention that of
everybody and their pup in the magical community was going to have
their nose up in her business, well, that was just over the top.
Hell, they knew all of it would be supervised to the nth degree so
their comments grated on her last nerve.
“I’m not sure, brother, but I think perhaps
you’ve touched upon a sticking point for our lovely subbie and
mate. She sure seems to be taking her time processing that, don’t
you think?” Trev’s teasing tone earned him a glare and when she saw
his jaw tighten, Kit knew the scathing look she’d given him had
been a huge error.
Trevlon Wolf honestly believed he’d been more
than patient with Kit. He’d nearly gone out of his mind with worry
while she’d met with the Supreme Council. The enormous doors that
closed between them had obviously been made of something very
special or perhaps the wizards inside had put some sort of spell on
them, because Kit’s thoughts had been completely blocked from him
from the moment they’d locked together. It was if his mate had
simply ceased to exist. The emptiness that had filled his soul had
knocked him to his knees and had nearly driven him to distraction.
Trev had suddenly understood why shifters who lose their mates die
shortly thereafter. And then, when she and Braden had gone to meet
Devin alone, he’d been even more crazed. It wasn’t that he didn’t
have faith in her abilities, it was simply that he was terrified
there would be a split second when she was distracted and that
would be all the time an enemy needed to steal her from him
forever.
When a messenger arrived instructing both he
and Ruby to meet Kit and Braden at a private landing strip, he’d
worried they were all walking into a trap. Ruby had assured him she
wasn’t picking up any negative trace magic, but not being able to
confirm the safety of the situation himself had left him more than
a little unnerved. But the worst had come after they’d all returned
home and Kit had explained the conditions she’d agreed to in
exchange for Angie’s release. When he’d looked over at Jameson,
Trev had actually wondered whether his brother’s head was going to
spin around on his shoulders or explode first.
They’d immediately begun planning a session
in their newly remodeled dungeon as a way to release some of their
stress as much as a way to remind their darling mate who she
belonged to. But now, her continued defiance had just changed the
game. She wanted to use those lovely eyes to look at them as if
they were cretins? Well, they’d just rob her of that opportunity.
Stalking over to the large armoire, Trev returned with a long,
black silk scarf. “Baby, those glares have just tipped the scales,
and not in your favor. Let’s see if we can’t make sure you don’t
dig yourself any deeper, shall we?”
Trev and Jameson both knew how independent
Kit was—submission wasn’t ever going to be easy for her, even
though she embraced it with everything she was once they got her
focused on what she was feeling . The biggest hurdle Kit
faced in their D/s relationship was that her mind rarely shut down
without their help. During a post-orgasmic haze once early in their
relationship, she’d admitted the relief of not having to think was almost overwhelming though the glare she’d given
him earlier made him doubt his feisty lover would admit that now.
Her eyes blazed with anger as he slid the silk over them. When she
opened her mouth to speak, he leaned forward and whispered against
her ear, “Be very careful, baby, or you’ll find yourself gagged as well.” The low growl deep in her throat made Trev
smile. For a shifter