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She was getting me back for messing with her at the bar.

Fuck, I loved her.

“I love you,”I said into the wind, my head leaning back into her shoulder.

I felt the smile on her lips as she bit into her mark.

“I know you do,” she linked.

As we neared the pack-house, she released my shaft and quickly buttoned up my pants. I could sense her confusion through our bond, but I couldn’t reveal the surprise just yet.

I adjusted myself, my jeans were too damn tight to be comfortable. My mate gave me a smug smile, and I narrowed my gaze at her.

I turned off the engine to the bike, the light going out with it. It plunged us into darkness and we accepted the distant chirping of crickets and croaking of frogs. The moon cast a soft glow over the surrounding trees, creating a peaceful atmosphere, despite my mate’s apprehension to the newest surprise.

I pulled on her arm, making sure I got a magnificent view of her cunt as she got off. She slapped my arm at the blatant peek, but I was her mate. It didn’t exactly matter.

I pulled her to the pack doors; brand new, made with reinforced steel. These babies weren’t coming down, even if a lycan was thrown into them.

Not that I would know or anything.

We made our way up the stairs to our new home, which was nearly done, with just a few more finishing touches. We moved on to a special place, aspecial room.

I tugged on her arm, her eyes everywhere, taking in the sights, but where I wanted to show her. We had the whole third floor to ourselves, but she only wanted so much for a living space, for our future family. She didn’t want to have a large living quarters.

I should have known, she was used to a simpler life, and so was I. Hell, everyone here in the Iron Fang was, but like an idiot, I wanted to show off for her.

But, what was I going to do with the extra space of the third floor?

Being the genius that I am and working with the contractors, I decided to build something wicked. It would take away all our itches, our cravings, and all our desires. A place to get away from our future pups, a place where we could experiment and fulfill every naughty fucking thing we wanted to do, without leaving the confines of the packhouse when our family needed us.

I unbuttoned my pants when we came to the double doors.

Emm’s arousal heightened when she saw the head of my cock spring out of my pants and I let out a haggard breath.

“I think it’s time for some payback, huh?” I tugged on my cock and slipped the key in the hole.

It clicked, and when I pushed open the door, automatic low lights came on in the room.

The plush, deep red carpet stretched across the entire room, softening each step we took. The walls were painted a velvety black, creating a sense of mystery and intrigue. In each corner, LED lights glowed, casting a spectrum of hues to match ourdesired mood. My eclectic taste in furniture was on full display, carefully selected and quickly shipped to create the perfect atmosphere for our evening.

I wanted it all - every experience, every sensation - with her by my side. And I knew Emm would revel in it all; after discovering the hidden trove of books in her RV. From sex swings and stockades, to stools and rockers, I had spared no expense in furnishing our playroom.

Large chests were filled with feathers, nipple clamps, butt plugs, dildos and vibrators. This was the ultimate sex room.

Emm stepped into the room on her own accord. Her mouth hung open as her fingers grazed the leather that hung from the ceiling. She continued on, touching the caged bed, letting the silk sheets rub between her fingers. In the very back, a hot tub sat waiting, steam rising from the waters, and the various oils she could add to soothe those aching muscles after I had my way with her.

“What do you think?” I stalked forward, pushing my jeans to the floor. My cut was next, along with my shirt.

Emm stood, not horrified, but simply astonished.

“This is what you came up with, with all the extra space?” She was nearly speechless.

This is good.

“Yes,” I purred.

Her eyes drifted to my cock. It was weeping. I’ve been hard all night, and it was time for her to give it up.

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