Naked for Her Two Masters(33)

But what would happen when—if—he and Raleigh mated Andorra? Would her selfish father want to get involved and try to clean out his bank account? Would her stepmother and stepbrother reappear and want to be part of the company? Every time he thought maybe Andorra was the right woman for them as Raleigh kept insisting, he saw a dozen new problems spring up.

While the werewolf mating only required the three of them to be present, as a human undoubtedly Andorra would want a big, glitzy celebration with four hundred guests and a thousand-dollar dress. Hell, more likely a five-thousand-dollar dress. Some huge white extravaganza with a dozen bridesmaids and a bunch of pre- and post-wedding parties with endless food and champagne. He couldn’t imagine the whole deal costing less than several hundred thousand dollars.

There’d be hotels to book for all the members of the wedding party, jewelry and clothing to buy, caterers and party planners and fuck-only-knew what else. In a masochistic way he could even look forward to it, if it meant he and Raleigh would be mated at last. But of course, under American law only he and Andorra would be legally married and that would leave him open to any claims her grasping relatives tried to place on him. Even if she signed a pre-nuptial agreement a smart lawyer could still wring plenty of assets out of him.

Ugh! Why was this all so hard? Like his dick. That was hard, too. He only had to think of Andorra, her sexy round ass pointed toward his computer screen, and he could feel his cock filling again, ready to take her. In the ass, in the cunt, in her mouth, anywhere and everywhere.

Kingston stopped pacing and forced himself to sit down, spreading his legs wide to give his dick some space. First, there was plenty of room for her and Raleigh to move into this apartment so they could live together. They could keep Raleigh’s apartment as storage and a quiet place for either of them to work if they needed it.

Second, he needed to talk to his lawyer, Carson, to write an absolutely unbreakable pre-nuptial contract that would give her only enough to live on if they separated. No extras, no claim on anything belonging to the pack or to him or to Raleigh. And then he ought to see if York, his IT specialist, had learned anything more about Andorra. Actually he should do that first. If York had learned something bad about her nothing else would be needed. He’d send her away in the morning.

“Hey, York, have you gotten any information for me?”

“Christ, Kingston. Which part of forty-eight hours don’t you understand? I’ve got several search engines running, but this isn’t CSI, you know. In the real world things take time.”

“I need to do some planning here. Tell me what you’ve gotten at the moment then.” Kingston made his voice harsh. He understood York’s frustration but he was the pack Alpha. York worked for him, not the other way around.

“I have the easy stuff. Registrations of births and marriages and divorces. Everything is exactly as Andorra said it would be, or as we assumed. I also have her school records. Her grade point average was excellent. The career counselor wanted her to go to college but I found no record of her applying anywhere, likely because the fees would have made college out of her reach. Although it’s possible she might have won an academic scholarship if she’d applied to some places. The more detailed and deeper searches will take a while. As I told you upfront.”

“Thanks.” Kingston hung up. Had it just been that she couldn’t afford the fees? Or was she hiding a deeper secret that might have been exposed if she’d applied for college? For example, the rich man whose puppet she was to be after she married him. The man who would use her to control of the pack and its wealth.





Chapter Six




The second day had passed very silently for Andorra. She’d put the nipple clamps back on as soon as she was awake, then she’d found a music channel on the TV and danced and exercised for a while. After that she sat at the computer and began writing down all her memories of her birth mother, the woman who’d died when she was ten. As best she could, she arranged the stories chronologically, but some memories were so faint and distant she really had no way of working out how old she’d been at the time. She included a few memories of her grandparents as well, a project that occupied her for almost the entire day.

Andorra had expected to be challenged by Master Kingston, but he hadn’t even switched the vibrators on, so by late afternoon she’d decided that was the challenge. To be totally alone and unsure when she’d be contacted again. She felt guilty as she ate a third peanut butter sandwich, but she was hungry and there were other things left. She hadn’t touched the pastrami or cheese yet, having eaten only the garden salad last night.