Chapter 6 She's Stubborn

• [Diego’s POV]
• “This annoying fabric needs to go,” I murmur, hooking a claw in the slip that Chanel wears and tugging it off. “Much better.”
• Once it is out of the way, I begin to work my way down Chanel’s throat to her breasts, where I stop to bite and lick at her pierced nipples. Groans of gratification escape her as her hands wrap around the back of my head, urging me on.
• Growling, I grab both in one hand and pin them above her head.
• “You know the rules,” I warn, sitting up and fixing my gaze with her dark one.
• “No touching,” she pouts. “I’m aware of that rule, but you’re letting me touch you now,” she continues, tightening her legs around me. “So what is the difference?”
• “The difference is if you don’t want to fucking listen, you can get the hell out of here, and I’ll find another woman to warm my bed.”
• “No, no,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. “So touchy. Is that woman pissing you off so much?”
• “Who?” I ask, not wanting to think about the woman who was most likely crumbling in the hold right about now. “I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking about.”
• "Sure, you don’t,” she giggles. “Anyway, instead of focusing on her, you should focus on me,” she continues, loosening her hold on my hips and spreading her legs wide enough for her scent of arousal to reach me. “Use me to your heart's content.”
• Smirking, I continue to move down her body until my mouth reaches her soaked pussy, and once it is in my line of sight, I attack, dipping my tongue between her folds so that I can begin to attack her swollen clit.
• “Oh fuck,” Chanel moans, rolling her hips with my tongue’s movements. “That’s it, Diego.”
• As she speaks, I quicken my pace, running my tongue along her clit again and again until finally dipping it into her core, so an orgasm erupts, filling my mouth with her juices.
• “Oh goddess!" she screams, her body tensing and her legs shaking. “Diego!”
• “Louder!” I growl, beginning to thrust my tongue in and out of her. “Let the whole fucking compound hear you.”
• At my words, she does exactly what it is that I want, screaming louder and louder until I’m sure all my men can hear her and are most likely beginning to jerk off to the sounds of her screams. Just like me, they knew exactly how she tasted and how fucking good she was at pleasing a man since we shared her once a month during the blood moon.
• When another orgasm erupts, I finally stop my torturing and then hook her legs over my arms so that I can position my cock at her soaked entrance.
• “Take me!” She begs, fixing her glazed gaze with mine. “Please, Diego.”
• Nodding, I run my dick along the length of her clit a few times and teasingly press it against her core, but this was another rule that we shared. I would never fuck her pussy, only her asshole, because there was no fucking way that I would risk a pregnancy. When it came to my men, they could have her and any other she-wolf in the pack however they wanted, but I wouldn’t touch them there.
• Pushing into her, I ignore the look of disappointment that flashes on her face before beginning to move.
• “Oh fuck, Diego!" She moans, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. “Harder, fuck my asshole harder.”
• Growling, I twist her around so that she is face down and then pin her head there with one hand while I use the other to claw at her hip.
• “Shut up!” I hiss, fucking her from behind. “And fucking take my dick like the whore you are.”
• “Y-yes,” she pants around the pillow. “I’m a whore.”
• “That’s a good girl,” I grunt, letting instinct take over. “That’s all you or any other fucking woman is.”
• Closing my eyes, I continue to move, fucking Chanel hard and fast, until finally I feel myself cumming into her ass while a third orgasm takes her, and when I pull out, she collapses on the bed while my jizz leaks from her ass like a fucking faucet.
• “Feel better?” Chanel asks when she finally catches her breath.
• “I do,” I confirm, climbing off the bed and grabbing a robe, then wrapping it around me. “Which means it is time for you to leave.”
• “I got it,” she sighs, slowly getting up while intentionally making sure I can see everything. “You and your rules.”
• That was right—me and my rules. My rules kept things from being messy when it came to women, and that was why I kept them in place. I had no fucking interest in any attachments or feelings, and if any of the women I allowed to be with me dared develop them, they were banished from the pack and left to fend for themselves.
• I didn’t have time for drama, and to keep them around would end up causing that, which is why I put each and every rule in place.
• “One of these days you’re going to end up regretting it,” Chanel giggles, pulling on my shirt and then clapping me on the shoulder. “When the right woman comes around.”
• “Don’t speak nonsense,” I warn. “Now get out.”
• “I’m leaving,” she smiles, giving a wave. “Have a good evening.”
• Nodding, I step out onto the balcony and take in the land below until my eyes come to rest on the hold, where that woman was probably about ready to do as I wanted.
• ‘Giddeon,’ I call through mindlink while searching for my beta’s familiar. ‘Meet me in my study. I want a report on that woman.’
• ‘Which woman?’ He responds, his amusement clear. ‘There are many.’
• ‘The stubborn one,’ I huff. ‘You’ve got five minutes.’
• ‘Got it,’ he responds before our connection is cut.
• Five minutes later, I sit behind my desk, watching Giddeon as he gives me a look of amusement. I didn’t know what the fuck his problem was, but I wanted to knock that smug expression off his face.
• “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll ruin your fucking face,” I warn in frustration.
• “Not my face,” he pouts. “It is my money maker.”
• “Then I suggest that you speak.”
• “What exactly do you want to know?” He asks, not bothered by my annoyance. “Her age? Birthday? Blood type?”
• “Has she agreed to reveal her secrets?” I growl.
• For a moment, Giddeon grows quiet, and when his expression shifts from light to serious, I know I’m not going to like what is about to come out.
• “She hasn’t budged,” he admits. “Even with the worst electric shocks, she remains stoic. She’s a stubborn one, that’s for sure.”
• “Stubborn or not, everyone has a breaking point.”
• “Why don’t you try a different method of getting her to help you?” Giddeon suggests.
• “And what exactly do you suggest I do?”
• “Treat her kindly," he grins. "Ladies prefer a man who will treat them with respect and kindness over one who tortures them."
• "You're talking to the wrong man." I sigh, getting up. "I'll just have to up the torture."