Free Becoming His Slave by Talon P. S., Ayla Stephan Page A

cool and under control. It infuriated her how he could always remain so calm. Even after he had called it off between them over a year ago she had tried many times to get his heat and anger ignited, tempted his jealousy only to frustrate herself in the end. This was why he was Dominus.
    Trenton dropped down into the moon shaped sofa in his booth, stretching an arm out across the back and barely looked at her as if he could see right through her, “Good night Mercedes.” He was soft now. He wouldn’t even let her have his heat in that.
    Trenton relaxed back reaching into his still unzipped jeans slipped his fingers around the iron hard shaft and stroked at it lightly as he idly watched her. That damnable look he gave her like— Hey I got mine now run along and see if you can find yours.
    He watched with detachment as she cursed and steamed out of his booth. He should have known better to think he could get some release out of her. She was all fire and always trying to get him fired up. To what gain he had never figured that one out. It had never served any woman to rage or argue with him. There was a reason why he was a Leos, too much pride to give into a woman’s ranting. Now pouting—that was another story and he was a sucker for it every time. Especially the little one he left at the hotel.
    Mercedes’ fiery defiance was her undoing. He didn’t like power hungry women, didn’t like the fight in them. That worked for some men turned them on, but not him. He liked his women soft and vulnerable. The kind you want to pamper and spoil with silky soft things and flowers and lots of love making and kisses till they whimpered and collapsed in his arms, weak and devoured. He’d pamper them, clean their body with silky soft soaps that smelled as sweet as they did, then carry them back to bed where he could hold them in his arms, shelter them and keep them warm as they slept.
    Mercedes was only looking for a rich bank account and a cock to satisfy her and she didn’t care who it came from.
    He wondered what Katianna wanted. What did she think she wanted?
    He let his head fall back, his mind filling with the image of her face looking up at him in utter pain as the arousal whipped at her body in ways she could not ease. Desperate to bring her body to orgasm was wrecking her and he had walked away from that. He was such an idiot, but he had to. There was far more to her then just a weekend in a hotel room brought on by the misuse of a few feminine products. Just that morning she had allowed him to do something he’d never shared with another woman. Part of his ultimate dream, his unicorn as Diesel would put it. Had she not stopped him, he would not have stopped there and they might not have made it down to breakfast before she was due to arrive for the scheduled meet-n-greet group panel.
    Damn he couldn’t shake his need to kiss those lips. Hear her whimpered expression of crimson pain again.
    He stroked at his cock harder, nothing was going to satisfy his cock tonight except that pink lipped, blue eyed mouse. Running from her wasn’t going to do him any good either and in trying to do so he had left her. He’d left his charge without his protection and that was not acceptable.
    There was a rap at the glass and Dane stepped in. His eyes quickly discovering Trenton's hand at work and locked the door before striding over to one of the chairs and plopped down in it, not in the least bit concerned if he was interrupting or not.
    “Damn near flipped, when I heard you had Mercedes in here.” He glanced at his brother who still lazily stroked at his erection with no real attempt to raze it from its tormenting thickness at the moment. “Glad to see you didn’t go completely off the deep end.” He rubbed at his chin cross wise with his fingers, still watching, attempting to access what had tormented Trenton to briefly risk making a near fatale decision as Mercedes Grey. “Found something you like over there huh ?”
    “You