Page 73 of Off-Ice Misconduct
“Watch your mouth, McKinnon, and quit bitching,” Tate says. “Or you’ll be sleeping in the hallway.”
“Whatever.”
He can pout all he wants. He shook the werewolf, and now he can get bitten.
I follow him to our room, getting the door slammed in my face before I can enter. Okay, so his anger’s real or at least partially real. Even better. I’m forced to use the keycard to enter, letting it shut and lock behind me with a loud click.
Throwing my bag on the floor, I go into full hunter mode. Hopefully, McKinnon can see the red in my eyes. He’s standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, full of fire.
Not that I don’t want his fire—I fucking do—but he needs to show a little deference or this isn’t gonna work. I know how brats like him operate, though. They need to push and make sure we’re still gonna be there for every version of them. I bet he doesn’t even know why he’s acting the way he is. That’s fine, I know what to do with brats.
“I told you to stop canoodling with your friend.”
He glares. “And I toldyou, he’s my bestie.”
I smirk, curling a finger. I make my voice low and dangerous. “Get your ass over here, McKinnon.”
He bites his damn lip, and it undoes me. It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to pounce on him when he looks around as if I could be inviting anyone else to come hither.
Ace approaches, but it’s clear he’s not used to being the prey.Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
Catching him by the waistband of his sweats, I yank him to me. He takes a hitched inhale that rides down my torso.
“I’m going to have to punish you for your disobedience, princess,” I say in a husky voice.
His lower lip pouts, but he leans closer, catching on. “H-How you gonna do that, Professor?”
“Nuh-uh.” I run a thumb over the bottom lip I should be biting instead. “When I call you princess, you respond with Daddy. That’s a rule.”
“Fuck,” he breathes.
I press his nose. “Language. Now, lemme hear you say it.” I’ve been aching to hear the word Daddy straight from his lips all day.
“How you gonna punish me, Daddy?”
Mmm. Delicious. Sometimes it rolls off his tongue, and other times, like now, it’s been ripped from him, a forced show of deference. I love both equally.
The things I wanna do to him, how much I want to fucking ruin him. I want to make him cry.
“You don’t get to come tonight.”
“What? That’s fucking?—”
“Two nights.”
“But that’s not fair. I didn’t?—”
“That’s not how this is done.”
“Can’t you spank me instead?”
“I could.” He perks up. “But that’s not what I’m doing.”
He groans, head falling on my chest.
“We play by my rules, McKinnon. You want me to make you come? You be Daddy’s perfect princess. Otherwise, you’ll live in orgasm denial hell.”
“Yes, Daddy.God.My dick hurts every time you call me that. What’s wrong with me? Do I wanna be a woman?”
