Page 13 of Love Bites Hard (Mated to the King #2)
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IZZY
My foot tapped impatiently beneath the table.
I had another stack of sexual presents on my left, the same way I did every morning. I’d gotten the contact number for a women’s shelter in Mistwood and had started sending the vibrators and dildos out there. I didn’t know if they genuinely wanted them, but I definitely didn’t need all of them.
And while I wasn’t sure I’d ever be tired of getting presents, I was starting to hope the pack would move on from the gifts and just find a way to live life normally again.
Except Nora.
I ate the peppermint chocolate she gave me almost as fast as she handed it over, and it made her ridiculously happy every time I reached out to her for more through the pack link. I’d tried to pay her, but she refused to take my money.
The cafeteria’s doors slammed open, and every eye in the room landed on the furious alpha in the doorway.
His eyes were wild, his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his chest was heaving roughly.
There was no question who he was there for.
And yes , I’d pissed him off just as much as I hoped.
All of the noise in the room died down as he stormed around the tables until he reached me. Then, without a word, he threw me over his shoulder and all but flew down the hall, toward our bedroom.
I didn’t bother worrying about the presents. Someone would inevitably bring them to my room and leave them by the door.
“What’s your problem?” I demanded, though there was no heat behind the words.
“You know exactly what my problem is, female,” he growled, his hand tightening around my upper thigh in a way that made me hot.
“Do I?”
He slammed the door to our bedroom shut behind us, and tossed me onto the bed. I landed so lightly that I knew he’d been careful not to hurt me, despite his clear anger. “I told you not to get yourself off, and you filled yourself with this.” He pulled the gigantic vibrator out of the drawer, his eyes still dark with fury.
“You weren’t willing to take care of my needs yourself,” I said bluntly. “What else was I supposed to do?”
“Tell me you needed me,” he gritted out.
“I didn’t need you. I had that.” I gestured toward the toy.
He snarled, grabbing my knees and pulling me to the edge of the bed, so my legs hung off as he towered over me. Propping myself up on my arms, I waited for his next move. “You think this can make you feel as good as I can?”
No.
I knew it couldn’t.
But it did the job anyway.
“Yes,” I lied.
His eyes flashed like I’d challenged him.
He peeled my jeans down my legs, tore my panties off, and opened me wide. “You think this can make you scream the way I do, Isabella?”
“Yes,” I breathed, as he put the tip of it against my entrance.
“Prove it.” He slid it inside me, still gentle enough despite that fury, and my head tipped back as my hips arched with the sudden entrance.
He bottomed it out inside me, making me suck in a breath. My fingers dug into the blankets as he pulled it out and drove it back in a little rougher.
My hips arched.
My body rocked and moved.
He worked it in and out over and over, nudging my clit with the top part and finding my g-spot now and then.
But the feeling was nothing like having his cock inside me.
“You need more,” he said.
“No,” I panted, though he was right.
“You deserve more.”
Yes, I did.
I deserved my mate in my bed, where he belonged.
I deserved not to have to worry if he was running with some furry bitch every night. Not to have to hope he hadn’t gotten hurt somehow.
“If this was my cock, you would’ve already come twice.” His voice was low and angry, but he was right, and we both knew it.
“Turn it on,” I moaned, and he finally hit the button.
My hips arched, and I cried out as he pulled it away too soon.
Way too soon.
“You think I’m going to let you come on this toy again, Isabella?” He laughed humorlessly. “If you want your release, you take it wrapped around me.”
“Fine. Fuck me.”
“I haven’t heard an apology yet.”
“You’re not getting one.” My hips arched desperately, but he pulled the toy out before I could finish again, and I groaned.
“Then you aren’t either.”
I was talking about apologies—but he was talking about climaxes.
“Fuck you, Porter.”
“You should’ve,” he agreed, driving the toy in deep enough to make me gasp.
“You should’ve been in my bed, like a real mate. If you want to screw me, you sleep here with me.”
His eyes locked with mine, and he held the vibrator where it was as my body tightened and my pleasure rose. Just before I could shatter, he pulled it out again, leaving my body desperate and aching.
He lifted the vibrator to his mouth and turned it off, then slowly licked my slickness off the length of it before he said, “I can’t share your bed.”
“Then you can’t screw me again, or stop me from getting myself off.”
He tucked the vibrator in his pocket and stepped back. “Touch yourself, and I tie your hands to the bed the next time we do this.”
My chest rose and fell rapidly as his hot gaze moved over me slowly.
Carnally.
Needily.
“If you jerk off after this, I’m leaving,” I said, the threat in my voice absolutely honest.
“I can’t knot my hand, so I wouldn’t be able to come if I tried.”
“You can get off without knotting.”
“Not anymore.” With one last, long look at my soaked core, he strode out of the room. Over his shoulder, he called, “Don’t open the door tonight, no matter what. If you go to the pool, be back here by noon. The moon madness sets in during the afternoon.”
I lifted a hand to flip him off, even though I knew I’d do exactly what he said for the sake of my safety.
He left me on our bed, with my thighs open and my core drenched.
I was so furious, I could barely breathe.
If that bastard thought he could control me like that, he was in for a fucking show, because one thing was sure:
He had just declared war.
And a siren would never lose a lust war.
I spent the rest of the day and most of the night putting my plan together. Porter was right about him trying to break into my room while he was affected by the moon, so I distracted myself from the repetitive pounding and banging by texting my sisters.
Blair was probably sleeping or hooking up with Hale, so she didn’t answer, but everyone else was there.
Me
Can one of you collect worn underwear that belongs to a few random vampire dudes who rarely leave Vamp Manor?
Clem
On it
Zora
WTF?
Not on it
Why?
Me
Porter declared war
Sex war
I can’t invite random guys into my bed, because he’d kill them, but he won’t be able to get to the vamps
Clem
DEFINITELY on it
Zora
Why did he declare a sex war?
Avery
The better question is HOW did he declare a sex war?
Me
It’s way tmi
Clem
We’re listening
I sighed, but typed out a quick summary.
Me
Hale told me if I got myself off, he would smell it afterward and it would piss him off enough that he’d end up sleeping in bed with me. I did. He lost his shit and used the vibrator to make me horny, didn’t get me off, then threatened me and left
Clem
Like a sexy threat?
Me
I guess
Zora
I don’t even like sex, but now I’m kind of thinking that this war sounds fun
Me
It would be more fun to actually have sex
And have my mate sleep with me like he’s supposed to
Clem
We’ll get you so many pairs of dirty underwear
Avery
Zora just snorted so hard, water came out of her nose
Me
LOL
Thank you
You guys are the best
Clem
*kiss-blowing emoji*
Avery
We’ll send one of the vamps over with them in the morning
Zora
Are there any other steps to winning this war?
Me
Definitely
Zora
I can imagine the evil grin on your face, and I’m totally here for it
Me
But if the underwear works, I won’t need the other steps
Clem
Not gonna lie, I hope it doesn’t work
Avery
Clementine…
Me
I hope it doesn’t work too. I want to make this bastard suffer.
Zora
Damn, she means business
Me
He did tell me we could only be business or pleasure, and he picked the former
And he’s definitely going to regret it
Clem
Keep us updated!
And tell us if Porter disposes of the underwear so you need more
Me
I will
Love you
Zora
Love you
Clem
Love you!
Avery
Love you. Don’t do anything irreversible
Me
I won’t
Probably
After a minute, I sent one more message.
Me
How much would you guys judge me if I got a clitoral hood piercing for the sake of this war?
Their answers made me laugh so hard, I heard Porter howling through the door.
The bastard could be as loud as he wanted—I wasn’t opening it for him.
My package arrived with a knock the next morning. I pulled the door open carefully, peeking outside until I saw Porter asleep on the floor, completely naked in his human form, and snoring loudly.
I could’ve thrown a towel or blanket over him, but my feelings toward him weren’t the loving or helpful kind at the moment. So, he didn’t get a towel.
I quietly accepted the package from the drowsy wolf dude who’d stepped over Porter. He nodded at me before heading down the hallway, and my heart pounded like a drum as I slipped back inside with the goods.
The grin stretching across my face was so massive, it nearly hurt.
The plan was disgusting—but it would work, and no one would die. Probably.
So, it was worth it.
After hiding the unfortunate goods everywhere, I slipped out of the room and made my way to the pond. I didn’t see any wolves up and moving yet, so I tapped into my enhanced speed to get me there as fast as possible.
Porter was going to be livid when he woke up, and I wasn’t going to be in the room when he did.
Sex wars could be fought at a distance.
Partially, at least.
The next stage in my plan would require a little more hands-on effort, but I definitely wasn’t dreading that. There was no way in hell that Porter was going to let me sleep in our bedroom alone when it smelled like both my pleasure and other men. Not a single chance. And I’d made sure to hide the underwear so thoroughly that everything would smell.
Our clothes.
Our shoes.
Our toilet paper.
Our towels.
Our sheets and blankets.
Our pillows.
The bedframe and box springs beneath our mattress.
Yeah, I was golden.
And Porter was going to lose his mind. Giddiness had me grinning at the thought.
I stripped out of my bikini and dropped it beneath a tree, diving into the gorgeous blue water. It was almost clear—and if I tapped into my magic, I could make it better.
There was no reason to let Porter believe we weren’t at war after what he’d done, so I went ahead and pulled my magic to the surface. Not all of it—I didn’t want anyone drowning themselves in their desperation to find me beneath the water—but enough.
Any wolf who came nearby would feel it.
They wouldn’t be able to reach me, of course. But they’d want to.
If Porter thought he would have the upper hand in a sex war, he was deluded.
Fur had nothing on siren magic.