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"I didn't do anything!" I start to shout, but it turns into a moan at the end when Jay closes his mouth around a peaked nipple through my shirt.

"I know. Saint will learn your moods, but you should apologize for pushing him away." Jay replies, spanning my ribs with his hands.

"I was just trying not to be an awful person," I grouse, moaning as Jay bites down on my neck. The feeling sits on the border of pain and pleasure, but the accompanying thrust of his hips against my soaking center tips the sensation to the side of the latter.

"You aren't. You're wonderful. Look at you, opening up for me," Jay replies, pulling my shirt the rest of the way off, hooking my leg over his mountainous shoulder.

"Ha-ha. I see what you did there," I joke, hearing the double meaning. With Jay above me like this, I can't be liable for anything that comes out of my mouth next.

"And I see you. Always have, Artemis. Now show me how you play with that pretty pussy when you're alone orin the shower," Jay's smile turns feral,hungry.

My cheeks flame, thinking back to when I'd gotten myself off in the shower just after moving into the Grimes place. "How do you know about that?"

Jay's smile cannot be categorized as anythingbutwolfish now. "If there is one thing I've committed to memory, it's whatyousmell like when you cum, Darlin."

"Oh."

Jay inhales deeply, his eyes flashing silver again.

"And if there are two things?" I ask, running my hands along the panes of his stomach.

"The way your eyes disappear when youreallysmile," Jay's words make a smile appear across my face, even if it turns into a moan when his thumb traces my nipple through my shirt.

"So you don't like my eyes?" I simper, knowing the more I ignore his order, the more dominant he'll be with me. Something about the way Jay takes control makes me fuckingferal.My nails rasp against his skin as I slip them under his shorts. Jay's skin is hot, almost feverish. It makes me want to burrow into his flesh and live there forever. Or at least until the sun comes back.

"I love those beautiful things, Artemis. Don't twist my words. Now do as you're told." Jay commands again, grinning.

"Or?" I ask, raising my eyebrows and running my fingers against the hardening length of him through his shorts.

"You'll do it after I've made you cum so much your legs tremble, and your pussy clenches so hard it nearly strangles my dick and is so sensitive you want to cry. But you'll play with this pretty pussy for me, one way or another."

"You think so?" My breath practically stalls in my lungs, the prospect Jay is mapping out is incredibly tantalizing.

"Oh, I know so, Gorgeous." Slowly, Jay pulls his boxers down, baring his thick cock to me and stroking himself. Waiting for me to do the same.

My mouth waters as I say, "Make me," brandishing a sweet smile.

Jay's smirk turns wolfish as he descends. Fabric rips when he grabs my panties and tears them clean off. Then he's closing his mouth over my clit and suckinghard.

"What is it with you two and tearing my panties off?" I gasp, arching into the contact.

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Bossy Boots

By the time my eyes crack open, Jay is long gone. I can't remember if he said he would be going to the Forge today or the Packhouse. When I shuffle out of the covers, I make a beeline for the shower, cranking up the hot water and stepping under the spray without turning on the lights.

The conversation Jay and I had last night still rings in my ears. Now, I can't stop wondering if Saint will react the way I hope he will.

My shower takes almost no time as I quickly wash my face and scrub my scalp and body. Dante is rarely home these days, so I'm hoping that's the case today and Saint will be the only other person home.

When I emerge from the shower dressed in comfy shorts and a cut-off tee, I wander down the stairs to an empty house. The oven is on, though, so I know Saint is home, at least.

Now, to determine if he's the only one.

The upstairs is quiet, though. I don't hear any water running, but Icanhear the faint clink-clack sound coming from the weight racks downstairs in the gym.

With my stomach in knots, I go down the other stairs into the brightly lit gym basement.