CHAPTER 5. Duggan found it hard to concentrate when she left

Duggan found it hard to concentrate when she left. He trusted his brother implicitly but knowing that Ellis could relax with Jonathan where she couldn’t with him hurt. Still, she was his now.

He felt his cock swell at the thought of possessing her and forced himself to concentrate on work.

It was much later when Jonathan and Ellie slipped into the house to find the place packed with men. The crowd parted to allow Duggan to step forward.

“So much for slipping in discreetly,” Jonathan muttered.

Duggan stepped directly in front of Ellis and rubbed dirt from her cheek with a thumb.

“You’re late,” he growled at his brother.

Jonathan threw up his arms. “She’s your mate! You can’t expect me to baby-sit and control her at the same time. I took her to see the gardens, she insisted on gardening herself. Then she insisted on my help. Now you have tomato plants, by the way.”

Ellie wrapped her arms around Duggan’s waist. “I’m sorry, Duggan. I know I said I’d be back before you finished work. I just got distracted.”

“Don’t do it again,” he commanded, tilting her head back to plunder her mouth relentlessly.

“Ahem,” Jonathan interrupted. “I’m going to shower now.”

Duggan lifted his lips from hers. “Take her upstairs with you. Dinner’s in an hour. Be back on time.”

Ellie stayed staring at Duggan, wondering why he was so distant, as if he was upset with her. It was so unreasonable. She barely felt Jonathan tugging her arm as he pulled her away. They made their way quickly up the stairs.

“Hurry and shower,” Jonathan said. “Don’t be late.”

“Why is he upset?”

“I don’t know. Unless it has to do with all the werewolves in the room, which means we’ll have company for dinner. Just don’t rile him, remember to be submissive.”

She showered quickly, even washing her hair. She outlined her eyes in black and added a touch of gloss, then touched her lashes with some mascara. Those were all the cosmetics in the bathroom and she was amazed that Duggan thought to buy her that much.

She entered the bedroom to put on another nightgown and saw one spread out on the bed. Duggan must have picked it. It was floor length, a shimmering gold satin. Not too low cut, she could get away with it as being a dinner dress. Although by now all the wolves must know she only dressed in nightgowns. Barefoot. And missing her underwear. She sighed as Jonathan knocked on the door.

She flung it open and he offered his arm. He was dressed to the nines while she wore yet another nightgown.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, touching her cheek. He stared into her eyes in amazement before he smiled. He took her arm and they made their way down to dinner.

Once they entered the dining room, he brought her directly to the head of the table. Duggan rose and took her hand from Jonathan, who seated himself at Duggan’s left. Duggan bent to kiss her cheek but Ellie turned and kissed his lips instead. His eyes glittered green and she knew she’d pleased him. He turned her to face everyone at the dinner table and said simply, “My mate. Ellie Rae Baddeaux.” He’d dropped her previous last names and added his own.

The wolves stared. To Ellie, they looked hungrily at her. Hopefully dinner would begin soon.

And then Duggan said, “To be your queen at the next wolf gathering.”

The wolves clapped loudly. Feeling odd, she let herself be seated at Duggan’s right.

A plate of steak was set before her. Jonathan leaned across the table. “Little humans can’t eat as much as wolves. Pass me half your steak, Ellie Rae.”

She rolled her eyes at him but cut the huge steak in half. She speared it with her fork and held it up to him. He slid his plate beneath it but before she dropped it, she said, “Promise me half your dessert first.”

“Depends on what it is.”

She brought the steak back over to her own plate.

“Okay, okay. I promise half of whatever it is.”

She carried the steak back over to his plate and dropped it. Duggan sighed.

“Protocol demands that I seat my mate at my right and my next of kin to my left. Something tells me I made a mistake.”

“No mistake made,” Jonathan said cheerfully. “Ellie would probably be much more obnoxious if you sat us together.”

Conversation was bland during the meal and true to his word, Jonathan gave her half of his chocolate cheesecake. Ellie didn’t really want it but couldn’t give in after she’d bargained for it. After dinner they retired to the living area, where Ellie’s eyes began to droop at the boring male conversation over people and situations she didn’t know.

“Jonathan, take over.” Ellis felt herself being pulled to her feet and then lifted to a strong male chest as Duggan carried her from the room. Jonathan moved to Duggan’s seat but she was aware of all the wolves’ eyes following as Duggan held her in his arms.

Ellie waited until they left the room to protest. “Duggan, you can’t just leave your guests.”

“Ellie, Ellie, you were doing so well.”

“Well, you can’t. They’ll wonder why we left.”

“They know why we left. They smell my arousal. Fact of life.”

“I guess the only thing worse than that would be smelling mine.”

Duggan deposited her onto the bed. He gathered her gown in his strong hands but Ellie yelped and bounced away.

“Not another nightgown ripped! I’ll take it off.”

“I like ripping gowns from your body. That’s why you have dozens.”

“But I like them. You’re ruining them. I might want to wear the same one twice.”

Duggan reached for her as she hurriedly flung her gown off and across the room where it was safe.

She stood before him naked, back straight, pink-tipped breasts jutting proudly. He clasped his hands around her waist, fingertips digging uncontrollably into soft skin as he pulled her to him. Ellie tilted her head upward, Duggan dipped his and bit softly at the skin of her neck.

She shivered. And then she let her own hands wander. They ran across his chest, slid down his taut abs and then farther.

“Take your clothes off too,” she whispered.

He was naked in record time. Now while her hands wandered, she received the visual treat along with it.

“You have to be the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, Duggan.”

“I’m glad you think so. But men aren’t beautiful.”

She smiled. “You are.”

She reached down between them and cupped his heavy balls in her hand. He hissed and his enormous cock twitched, aching for her touch also.

“It’s huge.”

“Just a little. It’ll fit, I promise.”

“You’re sure?”

He smiled. “I’ve done this before. Lots.”

He pulled her gently to him again and pressed her up along his naked body. His cock was pressing into the softness of her belly. He groaned, closing his eyes when she stroked the silky soft skin stretched taut.

“Did you like when I tasted you for the first time?” he asked, his voice deep.

“It was wonderful. Magnificent. I liked it a lot.” She grinned.

“I liked it too. You taste incredible and I love the way you moan and quiver beneath my tongue.”

“You’re making me all wet and creamy inside.”

“That’s exactly what I want. I want you wet and warm around my cock.”

“Oh God. There’s something I want.”

Duggan inserted his finger into her pussy and was stretching her gently, dipping in and out. He kissed her and spoke against her lips as he said, “What do you want, baby?”

“I want you in me. I’m ready, I’m ready now.” She was squirming away from his finger, desperate.

He chuckled. “You’re definitely creaming. Okay. I’ll give it to you.”

He removed his hand from between her legs and trailed his slick finger up between her breasts. He skimmed it lightly over her neck and slowly, so slowly brought it up to trace along her jaw line.

Ellie looked him in the eyes and turned her head to accept his finger. She sucked, her mouth hot and wet, the pulling sensation on his finger yanking on a connection that went straight to his cock.

The erotic sight of Ellie sucking on the finger he just had in her pussy nearly made him come.

“Oh God, Ellie. Stop. I have to have you, love.”

He pressed her back to the bed and spread her thighs. He took his hard cock in his hand and rubbed it against her wet slit to moisten it.

She felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her body, rubbing erotically against the slick juice gathered in her cunt. Without warning, he plunged into her.

Fiery pain exploded around her.

“Shit!” Duggan cursed. “What the hell? I thought Jonathan…”

Ellie was gritting her teeth against the pain. “You told me I had two days to think about your offer.”

“But he was in here this morning. I saw the two of you.”

“But not that. I refused.”

“Why?” he ground out.

Ellie took a deep breath, the pain subsiding just a little. Yet she was still on fire deep inside.

“Because you’re right, Duggan. I’m your mate and if I were to let Jonathan take my virginity, it’s something you can never have. It should be yours.”

He stared deeply into her eyes. “I would never have made an offer I couldn’t live with, Ellie. And Jonathan has taken countless cherries. I didn’t want you to have any pain.”

“Well, now I see why.”

Duggan pulled his body from hers, very slowly. Even at that, Ellie hissed in pain.

“Ssh, my love,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I’m going to get a warm cloth to clean you.”

Ellie saw why when he left the bed. His cock was still stiff, jutting outward. Smeared in her blood.

He returned from the restroom with his cock cleaned and with a warm cloth. He pulled back the covers and placed the washrag over her aching body. The warmth felt good but the pain was still underneath, a reminder not to feel aroused enough for sex any time soon.

“Bend your knees,” Duggan commanded. She did just that and he wiped her inner thighs. “Still hurt?”

“A little.” Mostly, she was terrified that he’d still want to finish and she just didn’t want that huge thing inside her again. At least not until the soreness dissipated. Definitely, Jonathan’s was thinner than Duggan’s. Although they both had bulbous purple heads, something she didn’t notice in the brief moments when she’d seen Brian’s cock. Did all men have bigger heads to their cocks or was it a werewolf thing?

Duggan rose and went back to the bathroom. She heard water running and then he was back, lifting her from the bed.

He carried her into the bathroom, sinking her into the hot, bubbly water. He’d turned the jets on and they swirled and comforted her sore, swollen flesh.

“Here, pin your hair up.” He handed her a cloth-covered band and she wound her hair into a ponytail, securing the tail into the band so it wouldn’t swing.

“Sorry about your, um, wedding night, Duggan.”

“I’m not the one in pain, Ellie.”

“No. But you didn’t finish. I’m sorry.”

“There’ll be other nights. Enjoyable nights, where you’ll no longer need to worry about pain.”

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