The Wolves Catch Their Attorney(12)

She felt certain George’s attorney had been lazy and just looked up the paperwork for Thorne House Clinic and found it wasn’t there. At least she hoped that was what had happened. But—what if he’d found some obscure point of law she’d missed? What if she was becoming arrogant and careless with all her success? She was human and fallible, just as likely to make a mistake as anyone else. What if she’d overlooked something really important? Some lien on the land or something she hadn’t even thought of yet? The only answer was for her to do an even more thorough search in case George was telling the truth this time.

Fuck it! That fucking attorney will not defeat me, nor will George Thorne take the clinic away from Oscar and the shape-shifters while I have breath left in my body and a tongue in my head to argue the case.



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Fergus had grown up in a large wolf pack that lived more than an hour’s drive out of town. It was a very male-oriented environment and he’d fit in well until he gradually became aware he wanted to be a nurse. His family had tried to convince him to be a doctor, but it was nursing that appealed to him. Even though he also knew that in a sexual sense he was a Dom, he no longer felt as at-home and as welcome in the pack, and was happy to leave to go to school. Alone, he felt free again, and could mentally adjust to the dichotomy between his career and his attraction to the BDSM lifestyle as a Dom.

Fergus wanted to get Sierra and Cam into the dungeon with him. Until they’d played a few scenes it would be almost impossible to know if they really could form a relationship together. Sure she was dead sexy, and sure it’d been wonderful just talking to each other and hanging out together. That was all ticked off the checklist. So merely doing those things again wouldn’t move the relationship forward at all. They’d be very pleasant, he had no doubt about that, but they weren’t going to progress them anywhere. Especially not into bed.

This next date had to do more than that. He had to know if Sierra really was suited to being a sub. She was so confident, so used to taking charge and giving orders. Does she know that it’s the sub who holds the true power in a BDSM scene? The sub can stop the play totally and forever whenever she wishes. A true Dom will never question the sub’s right to do that.

As the Dom, he could plan the most intricate, amazing scene ever, but if the sub was uncomfortable with what was going to happen and said their safe word, that would be the end of the Dom’s scene. Sierra was such a take-charge, confident, self-assured person. So he absolutely had to know if she was a true sub, or if she planned to top from the bottom. Was she a Domme in disguise, or even a switch? Did she understand the pure release, the immense pleasure that could only come from giving up her control and freeing her mind to place all her trust in her Dom to give her endless, exquisite joy?

Oh, how he longed to plan a scene like that for her and Cam. One where they would experience the ultimate in intense releases, one where they relaxed and let him do the planning, the stressing, the organization and just trusted him to bring them release.

So, the next date was going to take place in the BDSM club in town. They’d go there and share a meal together, and then they’d watch a few scenes. Scenes he’d make sure would give him more information about each of them and what they liked. Scenes that would hopefully give him the confidence that Sierra was a true sub. He already was certain Cam was a sub. He’d worked with Cam long enough to truly understand the other man. The scenes he needed to do now, though, were ones that would prepare them for the dungeon together. Hell, not just prepare them for it, but propel them into it, desperate to experience the pain and the pleasure for themselves.



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Cam had been pleased when Fergus had insisted on them picking Sierra up and taking her with them this time. “A date’s not a date if we meet in the doorway. It was okay for the first time, but let’s do it the more traditional way this time,” Fergus said.

Cam was nodding along with that.

“Okay, but I’ll meet you in the foyer. I’ll be standing by the security desk.”

Sierra clicked her cell phone off the call, which Fergus had on speaker phone and Cam said to Fergus, “I bet she tells the security guards not to give out her apartment number. That’s a large block and it’d take us quite a while to knock on every door to find her apartment seeing as she won’t tell us which one it is.”

“We’re getting there. She’s still blocking her cell phone number but we have her address. We’re doing good for the second date.”

We’d be doing a whole lot better if it was going to end up in her bed, thought Cam, but he wasn’t going to annoy Fergus by saying that out loud.