Page 10 of Never Submit (Bad Wolves #2)

Chapter 10

Torin

M y office is a shrine to power. Money.

To everything my father did during his life and I built on.

When he passed the mantle of alpha when he died, I took it all on. Not just to make him proud, but to prove I could do it. And that I could surpass him.

I have.

All of it.

His holdings, his stocks, his investments.

I turned Steel Claws into an empire no one could match.

Once I finalize the merge with the Briar pack, our closest neighbors on the coast, then we’ll be fucking untouchable.

I take in the clean sweep of the desk, the black-and-white framed art on the walls—the photos are originals and worth a fortune. The first editions on the shelves that form a collection. The objets d’art throughout the room.

It’s a masterpiece of wealth and taste, the subtle hint of power such things give. I know Catarina appreciates it. Ren?—

I don’t want to think about her.

And yet here she fucking is, rent-free, in my head.

No matter how hard I deny it, I want Ren, and seeing her again rekindled that lust.

I wrap my control tight around me. It doesn’t matter how badly I want her. I can’t have her.

She’s Noble’s mate.

Their bond is obvious, so I shouldn’t feel anything.

Not even the barest shred of desire, lust. Obsession.

He’s good for her. When we first saw her, as a human, she’d been on a sharp decline toward an early grave and her skin was pallid.

Now, she glows.

She’s not fucking mine, and apart from lust, I don’t want her. My hands curl into fists, but I keep them at my sides. Shit .

I head to the window and stare down at the streets. The sun’s sank fully and shadows have merged into the darkness of night. I can feel that darkness pushing down on me.

Maybe I’m obsessing because it’s no love match between me and Catarina. She’d say the same. Neither of us is looking for that idiotic emotion, anyway.

Power is the only thing that matters and the wedding is that. Power. In less than a week we’ll be bonded and I’ll be untouchable. Our packs will merge and we’ll rule. Even Andras won’t stand a chance.

Ren’s value to me is having her centered on the Moonstone. Fuck, maybe that’s my obsession. We need to drag that Moonstone from her. It’s doing no good as a part of her. After all, the girl’s no weapon. She’s not ready to be and I doubt she ever will be .

My phone buzzes again. Jaw clenched, grinding my teeth, I’m sick of ignoring it so I grab the cell out of my pocket and check the screen.

Several missed calls from Catarina.

As much as it ticks me off to play the game of love match, which she plays to perfection, I use it to get myself out of my head and call her back.

She doesn’t fucking answer.

Trust Catarina to call repeatedly and then not answer a returned call.

It’s a power play if I’ve ever seen one, and I wrote the goddamn book on them.

Annoyed, I stuff the cell in my desk drawer. I’ll ignore the fucking thing for the next few days?—

I groan, my head dropping back. I can’t ignore it. I promised Mathis I’d keep him updated, and in the face of our tentative truce, I’d have to keep my word.

The walls of the office close in around me, so I head into the hallway beyond. A little breathing room. That’s all I need.

My furious pacing takes me right past Noble’s room, and through the closed door, I hear moans and sighs and?—

I’m not thinking when I kick open the door. The woman screams. It’s cut off abruptly, and I blink in the dim light, making out Noble’s familiar bedroom.

“What the fuck is going on here?” My voice is a terrible lash of sound.

Noble rears his head, his eyes wide before they narrow, startled at the intrusion. Chastised, like he should have known I was here.

And he should. As my beta, it’s his business to know.

Ren squeals and reaches between them to drag something across her chest. Her bra has been pushed up above her tits, the shirt off.

“What’s the matter?” I taunt. “Don’t I get a hello ?”

“Torin—” Noble starts.

My gaze flicks between them, from Ren to Noble and back again, my insides crowding with darkness. I take them in. How her white legs wrap around Noble’s slender hips, and it’s obvious his cock is still inside of her.

“Shit.” Fingers clenched, I storm off, seeing nothing but black edging my vision. It’s not my fucking business what they do. They’re mates. I’m engaged.

I chose Catarina. Lust is one thing, so is obsession. But I don’t do that other fucking shit. It isn’t in my playbook for domination of my part of the fucking world.

I want Ren, but I don’t want her as my mate. Do I?

“Torin, stop.”

Ren’s sweet voice calls after me, and between my heavy stomps, I make out the much lighter scurry of her footsteps following me.

“What are you doing?” she asks. “Why are you acting this way? What’s wrong?”

Her presence beats silken fists of desire against my mind, demanding me to let her in. to give her a glimpse inside me.

There’s no way in hell I want her around. Not right now. Not ever.

I thunder into my office again only to have Ren follow. I disappear through the second door, into the billiard room, the walls lined with more bookshelves and more booze. A long light glows above the green felt table.

“Talk to me.”

“Go back to your activities, Ms. Wexler.” My nostrils flare, my vision turns blacker yet.

Fury.

I catch sight of myself in the mercury glass of the old bar, my hair mussed, an inexcusable amount of stubble dotting my chin.

“What’s with the formalities? I thought we were past that.”

“It's your name, isn't it?”

She blinks. “Okay, Mr. Asshole. But I know something’s wrong with you, and I want to know what.”

“I'm perfectly fine.”

Noble follows, and he’s got his pants on at least, tented in the front with the erection he’s still sporting, and the belt undone. “Ren, baby, come on. Come back to the room.”

She only widens her stance, like she’s not going anywhere.

Her shirt’s back on, unbuttoned, and her bra’s in place but the beautiful new wolf tattoo is on full display along her stomach and side. The yoga pants sit snug across her hips and come down in a low v at her waist. Christ, what a picture, and all that dark hair… She’s got the recently-fucked look perfected.

I hate it.

I hate her even more.

“Noble, get Ms. Wexler out of here.”

“You’re not my alpha. You can’t boss me around,” she says.

I narrow my eyes. “If this mate thing is true with Noble, then you’ll belong to the Steel Claws pack, and that would mean that I very much am your alpha.”

Ren squawks in outrage. Noble only shakes his head, crossing to the bar and pouring himself a very tall glass of whiskey. He chugs half of it back in a single sip.

“And right now, your alpha is saying for you to shut your mouth, or I’ll shut it for you.” I cross to her and lean in close. “Understand?”

“Fuck you,” Ren says, spots of color blossoming on her cheeks. “You’re a pig.”

I step back.

“No, Ms. Wexler. I’m an alpha. And the first thing you need to learn if you’re going to play at being the big bad wolf is to obey. If you can’t listen to me, then I’ll have someone show you the meaning of obedience.” My attention flickers to Noble. “Such as your mate.”

“You’re getting all pissed off because someone is worried about you?” Ren asks.

I want her.

Even smelling Noble on her, and the fainter scent of Dax, I want her.

The energetic connection between us wells and threatens to reemerge like a phoenix from the ashes. It’s the one thing I can’t allow.

I won’t.

It’s nothing more than fucking desire. Lust for flesh.

Grimacing, I bite down on my lip until I taste blood. “I don’t have time for your games,” I say. “I’ve a legitimate business to run, a wedding to plan, and a Moonstone to retrieve.”

I offer the last bit like it’s her fault the gem is gone. And it is, partly.

“If I didn’t know any better,” Ren begins softly, stepping forward, “I’d say you’re glad to have me back.”

“I’m glad to see you alive. But as for the rest…”

She’s a fucking nuisance.

I arch a brow when her scent changes. Deepens. She’s practically in heat and her desire isn’t limited to her mate. It never has been. “I won’t fuck you. If that’s why you’re here.”

Noble chokes on a sip of whiskey.

Ren takes another step forward. “Are you afraid of me, Torin? Is that why you’ve barely said a word to me since you found me?”

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself, Ms. Wexler. I’ve got nothing to say to you. I’m bored. Take your mate and go.”

She stares at me, then she takes a shuddering breath. “No.”

“ No? ”

“I want—” Ren breaks off, pushing her hair behind her ear as she licks her lips. “I…I want you both.”

She glances between us, and I turn to Noble, his eyes wide with surprise. “Ren?—”

“I-I don’t know how to handle it, all these things I’m feeling. It’s like everything is in overdrive.”

“It’s going to take a bit to get used to,” Noble says. “But come on. Let’s leave Torin alone.”

Ren gets bolder and steps toward me. “No. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I need this. I want you both, in tandem, using me, like the way you always work together.”

I should tell her absolutely not. I should order her and Noble out. But instead, her words hook into that lust inside me, and it breaks free. I step forward, circling her.

“You are such a greedy, selfish girl, aren’t you? You can’t be content with one mate, one cock? You need to have every hole pounded?”

She gulps, her eyes tracking my every movement. “Yes.”

Yes . That word resounds through my veins. It would be easy, so fucking easy to give in to the desire. But it’s not just that. There’s an obsession to taste her, to maybe want more.

Or maybe I’ll be done and dusted .

“No.”

She lifts her chin. “If you aren’t going to fuck me, Torin, then you’ll watch.”

My cock gives a twitch. “Go back to your mate’s bedroom. If you still want me, then he’s not doing something right.”

Ren shakes her head as Noble slinks over.

He strokes himself through his pants and the scent of desire in the room quadruples. It’s in every breath I take and every beat of my blood.

Sex in the air is thick enough to constrict my throat.

Ren stares me down and crooks her finger toward Noble.

“What is this?” I ask. “Trying to teach me a lesson, Ms. Wexler?”

She shakes her head. “I’m only going to show you what you’re missing.”

My desire grows in the silence.

I barely move as Noble comes up to his mate, grabbing her face and kissing her. He sweeps his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opens for him, their faces pressed together.

He bites down on her lower lip and sucks it into his mouth, grabbing the front of her shirt and twisting it, dragging her closer. Forcing her to arch into him.

His eyes are closed, but hers are open and searching for me. For a reaction.

But I don’t. No reaction. That’s the key.

Right now, she thinks she knows what she’s doing and what she wants. Who she wants to be with. But she’ll see, soon, that politics aren’t her game and I don’t bend.

I don’t break .

“What do you need, baby?” Noble murmurs against the skin of her neck.

She’s hot, anxious, practically keening, and climbing him in an attempt to get closer. The possibility of release with her is a palpable beast.

Especially when Noble rips the edges of her bra open, freeing her breasts. Bending, he works her nipples between his teeth.

My cock jerks again, hardening fully at the sight.

I’ve never been a voyeur. I prefer to be the one in the action, except, apparently, when it comes to Ren.

She hooks a leg around his hip and Noble grabs her knee to keep her in place. A slight hitch of his hips and the hard length of his cock, tucked in his pants, presses to her covered cunt.

“I want you,” she says, looking at me. “I want you both . Please.”

I built an empire on control, on ice in my veins. I can resist the pull of Ren.

I’ve never touched her in any meaningful way; I’ve postured, but I’ve held firm.

She’s alive for a reason. Maybe this is her way of making the most of her second life.

Noble breaks the kiss. “If my girl wants both of us, then I’m not going to deny her. She should have whatever she wants.”

I scoff. “You’re pussy-whipped.”

“And,” he says, “you’re in denial. Do it.”

It isn’t the first time he’s demanded something of me, although this gets my back up. He’s done so much for me and I've always tried to repay him for it, in any way I can.

But not this .

I arch my brows high like an imperious king. “I’m not sure she can handle us both.”

“Are you seriously asking me if I can handle you? Like you’re something special?”

But I’m not going to bend, no matter if she’s a thorn stuck in my paw and I can’t shake her.

Noble isn’t content to wait for an answer as he hoists Ren against him, kissing her ruthlessly. He carries her over to the edge of the billiard table, only a few feet away from me, and he yanks her black pants down, her panties too, in one motion. Then he nudges her legs open.

I’m silent as he slips two fingers between her legs and parts her pussy for me. He flicks at her clit until Ren catches her breath, moisture dripping down her legs.

Her scent is everywhere.

I can practically feel the fluttering of her pretty cunt on my cock.

Noble pushes down his pants and boxers, the material caught around his knees, freeing his erection.

I keep my attention on Ren, on her panting, her need. The way her eyes go dark and her skin is so pale in contrast.

Noble angles against her opening and pauses. “Last chance, Tor,” he growls out, his teeth clenched.

I still say nothing, and in his next breath, Noble thrusts inside Ren to the hilt. She cries out, writhing, tilting her ass up.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Noble bites the side of her neck and pushes her down so that she’s clinging to the side of the pool table with her legs splayed. “Your pussy feels so good.” Noble turns his hips in a circle with his next thrust, each one hard and calculated. “ Christ .”

The curse is an explosion of sound .

Then he pulls out, turns her so she’s on all fours and slams back in. She comes down on her forearms.

Fuck them both.

This is some kind of calculated game, and Noble stops his rocking to turn to me, his head tilted to the side.

“Are you sure you don’t want a taste?” he asks. “You really don’t want to feel her?”

There’s a heavy weight in the air.

Of course I do. I want it all. And it’s my right to demand it, even if she is his mate.

My right. Just like it’s my right to demand they leave. But I’m fixated on the way he fucks her and how Ren gasps and takes every inch of him.

After a moment of consideration, I tug at my tie, shrug off my suit jacket and toss it. Like an approval.

Or maybe I’m finally at the breaking point of what I’m willing and able to tolerate.

Noble grabs Ren by the neck and pulls up her head, still fucking her, stopping only long enough to massage her breasts and turn her slightly to face me.

I move in front of her and reach down for her chin, forcing her to stare at me. She’s shivering, her nipples hardening further as she looks at me.

The moment narrows until it’s the two of us despite my beta buried balls deep in her and spanking her ass.

I wrap a hand in her hair, pulling her half up, so her front’s exposed and her hands don’t have real purchase. She’s at the mercy of both of us and it makes my cock throb.

“Are you wetter when I do this?” I drag a nail down her sternum, between her breasts, before reaching down further to finger her clit in time with Noble’ s thrusts.

Jesus Christ.

She’s radiant and pulsating. The heat is enough to burn me.

I’m past the turning point. I drag down my zipper. I hold eye contact with her the entire time and stretch out the moment to make it last. Finally, I pull my cock out and it bobs in front of her face.

Long, thick, and hard.

“Take me in your mouth,” I demand. “And suck. I want to come down your pretty throat, Ms. Wexler.”

This is a horrible fucking idea. One of the worst I’ve had in my life.

She wraps her fingers around me and the heat of her hand is enough to damn me to Hell.

Noble growls in approval as she cranes forward and brushes the tip of my cock against her lips. Her tongue darts out to lap the precum already dotting the head of me before she slowly sucks me into her mouth fully.

I lose all thought.

My throat closes, my cock swelling, and there’s only the softness of her mouth and her tongue drawing lazy circles.

Ren wraps her hand along the base to work me in time with her mouth.

Christ, she’s good.

She salivates around me, lapping, sucking me deep, toying with my sensitive head. Tugging at me while still maintaining suction.

I groan, my hips jutting forward uncomfortably. But if I move too much, I give up control. I use her and not the other way around.

Using my grip on her hair, I urge her to a faster tempo.

“Oh, Ms. Wexler,” I say in an undertone. “You like sucking me while he fucks you? Huh?”

She tries to say yes but gags when I shove my cock against the back of her throat, my movements rough and punishing. Tears prick the corners of her eyes, and she struggles to breathe around my girth.

Any cries pushed out of her by Noble’s movement are gagged on my cock thrusting between her teeth, and she’s living for it.

Noble spanks her once more on the opposite side of her ass and pulls out entirely, leaving her empty.

“What do you—” she starts to say over her shoulder. “Oh!”

She cries out when he thrusts forward again. He keeps the pace even and rough while he goes at her from behind.

She sucks me deeper into her mouth, sandwiched between us, but she’ll find no mercy from me. There’s no way for her to pull free, either.

Goosebumps erupt along my skin, hidden by my shirt.

“Take us both,” Noble grunts out while he slides all the way to the hilt and buries himself again and again.

I strangle out a moan, but I’ll give her nothing else. Not while she’s drooling along my shaft.

The sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the room. Noble picks up the pace, gripping her hips to maintain control while he slams home.

I pull out of her mouth, and she gasps, drooling, her eyes wet and teary.

“Fuck me,” she manages to get out.

It’s as simple as that. I know what she means.

I stare down at her, my gaze purposely blank, before I shake my head. “ No . This is all you get. Now, for the first time in your fucking life, shut up and open wide for me.”

It’s a demand she knows better than to ignore. This time I don’t allow her hands. I shove into her mouth again as Noble angles his cock to slide deeper .

Her mouth is heaven as I pound into it, down to the back of her throat, deeper and deeper each time. The hard thrusts from Noble push her farther onto me, too.

So good and yet not enough. No matter how the pressure builds, the ache from the unrealized orgasm consumes. But when I come, I’m not sure that’ll be enough, either.

I have a gut feeling that it won’t until I’ve had her myself.

Noble pumps furiously and grips her hips tighter before I growl at him.

I can’t fucking take it.

I grip her hair against her scalp now, my other hand grabbing the side of her head, and I grind my cock so far down her throat my stomach jumps.

Just when she struggles to draw air, I pull out, loving the way she gasps.

“Keep this up and I’ll come,” I say.

Noble scoffs, shaking his head, although his rhythm doesn’t slow. We continue to work her until her eyes roll toward the back of her head. There are hands everywhere. On her clit, on her breasts, squeezing her neck.

Still holding her head, I fuck her face, listening to her grunts and hums and slight mewling sounds. Then she cries out, and I feel the vibration everywhere, Noble slowing and slamming out his own orgasm.

I’m the last to go over the edge.

But seconds later I do and explode down her throat, holding her forcefully down to make sure she swallows every last drop.