by Delta James
“Says who?” he said, smiling at her.
“Says me. I’m not submissive, Oliver; I’m not.”
He stroked her hair. “No, but you will submit to me. And that submission means more to me because I know you aren’t submissive by nature. I know you choose to submit to me.”
She giggled. “I’m not sure I had much of a choice.”
“But you’re happy, aren’t you—regardless of how you got here?”
She nodded.
“There is no shame in that. I will always honor and treasure the gift you have given me.”
“Want to know what would make me feel better?” The mischievous glint in her eyes clued him in that the ‘what’ was probably something sexual.
“Yes,” he whispered with desire creeping into his tone.
Roz got to her knees and rubbed her body up along his as she reached up to kiss him deeply. Oliver sat still and let her explore his mouth with her tongue. As she held his face in her hands, he reached down to fondle her breasts and nipples. Roz moaned into his mouth breathing his name.
“Let me pleasure you, please?” she asked.
He nodded. “For a bit, but if I tell you to stop, you will do so and resume your position on your knees bending over the seat for me to pleasure us both.”
She grinned and reached for his fly. She opened it to find his cock was ready for her to indulge with her mouth. She sighed happily and took it into her mouth. She licked around the swollen head of his cock as if enjoying her favorite ice cream cone. Oliver sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
Roz wrapped her hand around his cock at the base and ran it toward the head as she swallowed his shaft down to meet her rising hand. She swirled her tongue around him as she sucked. Her mouth felt good, but for Oliver nothing felt as good as mounting her, penetrating her pussy, and feeling it contract around him. He stroked her hair as she suckled his cock, providing him with immense pleasure.
Roz removed her hand and swallowed more of his cock, allowing it to touch the back of her throat. Oliver was enjoying relaxing and having her provide him with a carnal sensuality he had never found with another woman. He’d been sucked by many women and had found his release in sending his cum down their throats. It had become his practice since he determined Roz was his mate to never finish in a woman’s pussy. He would either fuck their mouths having them swallow his load or pull out of their pussy and spurt his cum on their backs.
He continued to roll her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, alternating pinching each of them in return. She would moan and increase her efforts to pleasure his cock. He could feel his cock starting to pulse in rhythm to the pleasure he was giving her nipples. While he was enjoying Roz’s oral ministrations, he knew that it was time to put her in position for him to provide both of them with mutual pleasure. Roz smiled as she tasted his pre-cum.
“Enough, my Rozalyn, get back into position for me.”
She did and he was immediately behind her, shoving his cock into her waiting pussy. He thrust in and out of her, pinioning her hips against the seat as he did so. He leaned over her back so that his opened shirt was rubbing her back as his trousers continued to rub her tender backside. He stretched his arms out along hers and held her hands in his as he pumped her vigorously.
Roz arched her back and pushed her pussy back into his groin as she climaxed calling his name. Her bottom was being scraped by the zipper in his trousers. Her nipples were sore as Oliver’s earlier fondling had not been gentle when she was sucking him. Now they were being pressed and rubbed against the car seat. And yet, she could not seem to get enough of him.
“Oliver,” she breathed his name as a sigh. She could feel her body begin to build toward another climax.
“My Rozalyn,” he said as he nuzzled her neck and then nipped her. “My, sweet, sweet mate. How very happy you make me.”
He released her hands and ran his hands down her arms and her body as he brought his upper body back into position to take hold of her hips and pump her harder. He could feel her body and especially her sheath starting to tremble as it did before she was going to orgasm. He thrust more powerfully, pushing her toward that abyss.
“Oliver,” she cried.
He fucked her through the entire orgasm and then released himself into her.
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
She raised her body from the seat. Before he could chastise her, she reached for his hands and brought them back to her breasts. He held her close and fondled her softly as he remained inside her.
This time when Oliver slipped from her body she put her torso back onto the seat without his having to ensure she remained in position. Again, he sat back on the seat, put his cock back into his trousers, and closed his fly. Instead of drawing her back between his legs on the floorboard, he pulled her up on the seat beside him and nestled her into his side.
She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. Roz spent the entire car ride home in a sensual haze as Oliver made good on his plan to enjoy her repeatedly. He was a dominating but sensual lover. He always ensured that she was well satisfied before taking his own release. And yet, there was never any doubt as to who was in command of their sexual pleasure. Roz lost herself in the carnal atmosphere Oliver created in the back of the Rolls.
As the car crossed over to Long Island, he allowed her to get redressed. She found that both her panties and her bra were very uncomfortable. When she started to fuss, he had simply fondled her breasts and patted her backside—a subtle reminder that he could increase the discomfort in both if he chose. She had hushed and declined his offer, instead snuggling back up to him.
“Good girl,” he crooned as he kissed her gently but with deep emotion.
* * *
Liza had been on pins and needles since word had reached them that Oliver had claimed her sister as his one and true mate. While she was happy to have her sister returning to her life in a permanent way, she worried about Roz having been forced. At one point, Bash had to put her over his knee to remind her that she would, regardless of how Roz seemed when she got to their island compound, be respectful and follow Oliver’s wishes as to how Roz was to be integrated into the pack. He had also admonished her that just because her naughty sister was returning, that he would continue to expect her to behave.
Liza looked out the window and saw the Rolls approaching as well as the car Greg was driving. “Bash! Bash! They’re here.” Liza bolted from their room and went to run down the stairs.
“Liza! You wait at the foot of the stairs for me.”
“But they’re here.”
Bash was coming out of their room. “And unless you want to be upstairs over my knee when they get here, you will mind me.”
She stomped her foot, but she waited. He reached the bottom of the stairs and swatted her backside.
“You behave. We have no idea what Oliver is going to want. We have the party planned, but if your sister has displeased him, he may want to have her forego any reunion until after he has her more settled into being his mate.”
She turned to him. “Please, Bash. Even if she’s in trouble, can you just get Oliver to let me tell her how happy I am that she’s home?”
He hugged her. “I will ask, but you will obey Oliver’s wishes where your sister is concerned. I imagine she’s going to spend more than her fair share of time face down over his knee. And you will not interfere or will be spending your own time over mine. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Bash, but you’ll ask him regardless of how much trouble she’s in?”
He nodded. They joined the rest of the pack as they came together in front of the large stone house. Greg drove the roadster they had originally taken south around to the garage. The Rolls Royce pulled up in front of the house and the driver got out and opened the door. Oliver stepped out and everyone surged forward. He was well-loved by his pack. He turned back toward the car and offered his hand to Roz. She placed her hand in his and allowed him to draw her out. She had no idea how her return wo
uld be greeted by her new pack.
Roz saw Liza break free from Bash and rush to her. They hugged each other tight. They were immediately enclosed in a group hug by the rest of the pack. Roz could hear Oliver laughing as he said to her, “And you were worried they wouldn’t want you here.”
Again and again Roz could hear her new family decrying the idea that they weren’t overjoyed to finally have her home safe and sound and back where she belonged. Roz was laughing with them until she could feel Bash’s eyes on her.
“And you?” she asked him.
He shook his head and chuckled as he walked up and folded her into a hug. “Even me, little wolf. You’ve been a major source of aggravation for me the past several years. Now that your mate there can deal with you, my mate can dote on you and not be worried half to death.”
Liza put her arm around her sister and turned to Oliver. “We took the liberty of putting together a small party for both of you. I figured you’d want to do something more expansive to include the community maybe later in the month, but we all wanted Roz to know we’re so glad she’s home.”
Greg had joined the group. “Don’t you like that, Oliver? We go fetch your mate and is anyone glad to see us? No, they just want to greet your naughty mate.”
Oliver chuckled. “That’s all right. I feel the same way. I’m just glad my naughty mate is finally back home.”
Bash embraced Oliver and watched as the pack absconded with Roz and led her up past the house and back to the pool and patio area where they had set up food and drinks.
“That must have gone better than you thought. I was a little afraid you’d be dragging her home in chains,” said Bash to Oliver.
“She’s actually taken to the whole being mated thing with fairly good grace. I don’t kid myself that she’s truly submitted to me. I very much doubt she ever will. But, she seems to prefer being pleasured to being punished so that’s a boon.”
“Must be in the DNA.”
They laughed.
“That reminds me, after the party, I’d like to take my mate into seclusion in our room for a few days. Can you arrange for our meals to be brought up, and tell your mate to go ahead and start executing whatever plans she has for a major party?”
Bash smiled. “She didn’t want Roz to have to take on a major Hamptons soiree until she had time to get acclimated to being here. Should I post extra guards on the grounds?”
Oliver shook his head. “No, I think she’ll be all right. And for the next few days, she’ll be lucky if I let her out of our bed.”
Bash laughed with his friend as they went up to join the rest of the pack.
Chapter Fifteen
Oliver enjoyed watching Roz get to know her new pack. As both he and Greg had assured her, the Hamptons pack was delighted that their alpha had finally found his mate and brought her home. It was obvious that Liza was overjoyed at being reunited with her sister. It became readily apparently that while the sisters Kincanon had been separated for a number of years, their bond was as strong as ever and the women of the Hamptons pack had ringleaders with a mischievous sense of humor.
At one point during the evening’s festivities, Roz took the opportunity to knock Greg into the deep end of the pool. He came up sputtering as she laughed at him. Before Oliver could react in a negative manner, Roz had pointed at Greg and said, “That makes us even for when you pumped me full of tranquilizers when I first woke up.”
Greg had laughed and splashed water at her, causing her to giggle and return to the safety of Oliver’s embrace. “How did you know he could swim?” Oliver asked in a stern whisper.
“I asked Liza. I would never knock one of my pack into our pool unless I knew they could swim. And if something went wrong, I was trained as a lifeguard and would have fished him out.”
Oliver chuckled and nuzzled her neck. “Do you know how happy it makes me to hear you refer to them as your pack and our pool?”
“Gee, and I thought what made you happy was keeping me naked and fucking me whenever you got a hard-on,” she giggled.
Oliver’s hand connected quickly, deliberately, and with considerable strength to her rump. “Language, Rozalyn. I mean it.”
“That’s the way I talk,” she said with more than a little heat.
“It may have been in the past, but you are too intelligent and beautiful to use vulgar language. If I don’t see some rapid improvement in that area, I will start taking you to task for it.”
Roz didn’t like the fact that she could tell he was serious but decided to tease him anyway. “I don’t believe you. I think you’re just looking for an excuse to put me over your knee because it gets you aroused.”
He chuckled. She really was a fairly incorrigible hellcat—one of her many admirable traits. “As I recall, little wolf, it seems to have the same effect on you. I have yet to not find you wanting when I’ve turned your lovely bottom bright red.”
She batted at him. “Language, Oliver, language. We don’t speak about female body parts in mixed company.”
He laughed. “Duly noted, mate. Duly noted.”
As the evening broke up and people began to amble off to their own rooms, each person made an effort to not only wish Oliver well with his new mate, but to ensure Roz knew that she was once again truly back home. Oliver wrapped his arm around her waist and started into the house with her.
“Wait!” called Liza, running up to her sister and hugging her tight. “I’m so happy you’re home. And you’re all right with all of this, aren’t you?”
Oliver held his breath. Roz answered her, “I don’t like that you and I were turned without our consent. I don’t like that my former pack was disbanded against our will. I don’t like that our wolfen society is so male dominated that females can be forced into pairings they didn’t choose.”
She turned away from her sister and pulled Oliver’s head to hers as she kissed him passionately before turning back to Liza. “But given that all of that has happened, I am more than all right with where I ended up. While I still have misgivings about what may happen to my former pack mates, I do believe I ended up where I was supposed to be all along.” She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “But do not tell either of those egotistical bastards to whom we are mated.”
Oliver and Bash both laughed out loud as they let out their collected held breath. As they entered the house, Bash led Liza away from her sister and up to their room, while Oliver walked past the grand staircase and entered a set of double doors.
Roz gasped as she entered. “Holy shit, Oliver.”
“Rozalyn,” he warned.
“Come on, babe. Look at this room. Hell, it’s bigger than the whole house Liza and I grew up in.”
The room was expansive. At one point in time, it had been the library, conservatory, and small parlor of the house that had been started in the seventeenth century and had major renovations and expansions done over the centuries. About a decade earlier, Oliver had decided he preferred to have his office/study combined with a bedroom and private sitting room on the main floor. The small parlor and conservatory, complete with curved bubble glass, were not used much and the library had become his office years earlier.
Oliver had combined the three and installed massive floor-to-ceiling glass doors all along the back portion of the room. There was a private patio and the entire area had an unobstructed view of the Atlantic Ocean. The suite also boasted a large walk-in closet with enough space for even the most notorious clotheshorse and a private bath with a large claw-foot, deep soaker tub and enormous steam shower, double vanity, and water closet with a heated bidet.
Oliver watched Roz quietly walk through the rooms, glancing back at him occasionally and giggling nervously. She poked her head in the walk-in closet, noting that less than half of it held Oliver’s clothes.
“It’ll take a boatload of cash to fill my side of this thing up,” she teased him.
“And that would be a problem?”
“Oh, I don’t know. If y
ou turn me loose with a credit card in some of those swanky boutiques, I could make you regret that I burned my old wardrobe.”
He laughed. “I’ll tell you what—you get whatever you need or want. If it becomes an issue, I’ll let you know. And I’m sure there are things you’ll want to change here in our room and in the house. Those all fall in your scope of responsibility.”
He saw her sober. “I don’t know how to be the mistress of a great and noble pack. I don’t know how to be a grand hostess like Sky.”
He crossed over to her and folded her in his arms. “I told you, you do not have to be anyone but you. If people don’t like our style, then they can just stay home. But you were wonderful tonight. It could have been awkward, but it wasn’t. You made everyone feel completely at ease with you. You are warm, loving, and protective of those within your pack. Those are the traits of a great mistress.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“No, I’m saying that because it’s the truth. Sweetheart, the great ladies of our pack rarely conformed to the societal codes of their day. One was rumored to be the mistress of a pirate; one helped her mate run the blockades of the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812; another ran a successful booze trade during prohibition. The Halsey ladies have always followed their own hearts and created their own destinies. Don’t you think other women have tried to become my mate or had their packs try to make an alliance with ours through a union with me?”
Roz ran her finger down his core and nibbled his neck. “I think the list of women who have tried and failed is probably a lot longer than I’d care to think about. And the ones you’ve bedded without a thought as to their being a viable mate for you is even longer.”
He growled low at her. “You should know, mate, that since Bash sent me your picture I have only knotted rarely and when I could no longer squash my need to do so. And when I did so, it was always with a female shifter in wolf form.”
She looked up at him in disbelief. “Seriously?”
