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  She obeyed, though she almost ran into the doorframe as she tried to put the massive platform shoes on. Carter swallowed a groan as she balanced on the ridiculous shoes, her legs long and shapely, and stripped off her clothes until she faced him in a matched set of black lingerie. Her fingers trailed from her cleavage down her stomach to toy with the hem of the lacy thong. "This is part of your present. Do you like it?"

  "I do," he said, but didn't trust himself to get any closer. "But I told you to take your clothes off. Do I need to get your hairbrush again?"

  Her lips curved and a wicked gleam made her eyes twinkle. She unhooked the front of the bra and let it trail down her arms until she tossed it at his feet. Carter folded his arms over his chest and arched his eyebrow. "Turn around. Bend over when you take it off."

  She pivoted in the stacked shoes and slowly bent at the waist, displaying her luscious ass and hips, the pink folds of her sex peeking at him, and dragged the thong down. Carter adjusted himself and resisted the urge to throw her on the bed and have his way with her, his gift for her be damned. She straightened and glanced over her shoulder at him. "Better?"

  "Come here." He pointed at the spot right in front of him. As soon as she was in reach, he grabbed her and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he pulled on her hair, yanking her head back so he could devour her. She tasted like wine and chocolate and lust, her body pressed against him. Carter wanted her so much it hurt, his cock straining in his pants. He broke the kiss and Ruby panted, her lips red and bruised, and held on to his chest.

  He picked up the small wrapped box on the dresser and handed it to her. "I don't know if you've behaved enough to deserve this, but here."

  She smiled, looking a little dazed from the kiss and the wine, but tore the fancy paper and opened the small wooden case. Ruby frowned as she looked at the four smooth oblong shapes nestled inside the box, touching one with a finger. The main parts were made of soft silicone with a silver loop on the end. He fought back a grin; she had no idea what they were. He'd been a little uncertain how the anal trainers would go over, but since she didn't know...

  Ruby looked up, head tilted as she lifted the smallest one, roughly the size of his finger, and held it up to study it. "What are they?"

  He smiled, and it took every ounce of control he had to remain where he was. "They're for the rest of your Christmas present to me."

  Ruby arched an eyebrow. "Oh really? How do you know what else I got you?"

  "It's not what you got." He moved forward and his arm tightened around her, pinned her against his chest with enough strength her breasts crushed against him, and he slid his hand down her back, over the smooth curve of her ass. Between the ample globes to tease her asshole, pressing enough that she tensed. He bit her ear. "It's what you're going to give me."

  A breathy sound escaped and Ruby turned ruby from her breasts to her hairline. He loved it when she got so turned on but still looked nervous. Uncertain. Her ass clenched under his hand. "I don't know if that..."

  "You will." He kissed her throat and once more tested the tiny rosebud. Her hand tightened in his shirt. Carter chuckled as he felt her muscles relax, welcome the intrusion, and wrapped his hand in her hair. Dragged her mouth to his for a bruising kiss. "We'll start slow but if you don't behave yourself, we'll skip a few steps. Understood?"

  A moan was her only response.

  Chapter 15

  Ruby

  I almost passed out completely when Carter teased my ass. And then again when he took the smallest plug out of the box and a bottle of lubricant from his dresser. And when he ordered me to lay down on the bed on my stomach and hold onto the headboard. I obeyed, aching with the need to feel him over me, and shivered as he leaned to whisper, "And if you let go of that headboard, Ruby, I'll have to spank you again. And then we'll get back to work training your ass. Hopefully your ass is more obedient than you are."

  A moan escaped before I could bite it back, and my hips lifted in invitation. God help me, I wanted it. I wanted him. He made my brain short out when he told me what to do in bed. I could hardly breathe, trying to see what he did as Carter stood next to the bed and ran his hand from my shoulder all the way to my thighs.

  "We'll start with the smallest one," he said, and I gasped as he squeezed my ass. Cool lube slid between my cheeks and he trailed the wet trainer down the same path. My legs spread in anticipation. I wanted him to fuck me so badly my toes curled.

  Carter smacked my thigh. "I told you to stay still."

  I pressed my face against the pillow and groaned as he continued the teasing, pressing the tapered end of the trainer against my asshole, working it back and forth and around and then in just a bit. Then back out for another leisurely tour across my ass. Then again, with more lube, until everything was slick and slippery and I felt lube and my own arousal sliding down my thighs. I couldn't take it, my back arching so I offered my ass to him, desperate for some kind of penetration. "Carter, please."

  He sighed, pretending to be disappointed, although I knew he loved it when I begged. He patted my butt, then the trainer pressed into me. It felt tight and huge and intrusive, like too much and not enough at the same time. My breath came faster and I moved my hips, wanting something I couldn't articulate. Carter slapped the back of my thigh and I yelped, though it sent ripples of ecstasy through me. He toyed with the end of the trainer, the strange pressure building as his other hand slid between my thighs and stroked toward my center. I moaned and tried to push against his hand, desperate for stimulation with the unfamiliar fullness in my ass.

  Carter's breathing turned harsh as his fingers plunged into my slit and he pressed the trainer deeper into my ass. I nearly came off the bed with a cry, twisting and thrusting my hips to meet him as I felt entirely filled. Completely owned and used. I moaned as ecstasy rolled through me and the world darkened around the edges, but I held on to the headboard in desperation. He chuckled, the deep dark sound that sent shivers of anticipation through me, and his knees dented the mattress next to my legs as he leaned over me. "Let go of the headboard."

  I did, reaching for him immediately, and Carter flipped me onto my back. I wiggled, about to reach down to remove the trainer, but he grabbed my hands with a frown. "What do you think you're doing?"

  I stared up at him. "You're going to leave it in?"

  "Oh yes." He put my hands on the headboard once more and gently gripped my throat as he breathed against my lips. "Don't let go of that headboard. If I feel your hands, I won't fuck you. Got it?"

  I gripped the headboard with all my strength and moaned, my thighs opening to welcome him. It felt dirty and forbidden to have the trainer in my ass as he knelt between my knees and lowered himself over me. I tensed as the wide head of his cock pressed into me, and cried out as he filled me in one rough, hard thrust. I came again in a burst of stars, shaking underneath him as my mind melted and the only thing in the world that existed was where our bodies joined. My ass squeezed around the trainer until it felt huge and hard and deep, and his cock filled me until I felt like I might tear in two. I moaned and arched under him. "Carter, please."

  He moved to his elbows, eyes dark with lust as he stared down at me, and he bit at my ear as he grabbed my knee to spread me out beneath him. My moans grew throaty and desperate, and I locked my legs around his hips as Carter moved harder, faster, until the wet sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room. I couldn't think. All that mattered was the slick slide of his cock inside me and the weight of his body riding against my clit and the pressure of his balls hitting the trainer, driving it deep with each thrust until I shattered.

  Carter groaned and thrust wildly, jerking and snarling on top of me as his full weight landed on my chest and I couldn't breathe, desperate to hold him close or grab his hair or bite him. The wolf howled. I tried to lift my head but my body wouldn't obey and I could only pant. "Carter." I said it over and over, chanted his name until he slapped my ass and pushed me over the edge again and all my muscles seized up.

  He came in a rush, filling me even more as I clenched around him, and Carter exhaled in a rush as his forehead rested against my shoulder. We lay there in silence, trying to recover, and after a while, he moved enough to kiss me, to nibble on my lip and murmur, "You can let go of the headboard."

  My arms flopped down to link around his neck, playing with his hair and stroking the back of his neck, and Carter started to purr. "Such a good girl, Ruby."

  I smiled but didn't open my eyes, wiggling underneath him as orgasmic tremors ran through me and my ass clenched around the trainer. Carter's body responded and he pushed up on his elbows to look down at me, expression dark. "You were doing so well. Are you trying to kill me? I can't fuck you like that twice in one night."

  My smile spread, even though I knew it was just what he wanted to give him an excuse to continue the game, and I bit my lower lip. "I thought you planned to keep me up for a while?"

  "That's it," he grumbled, and rolled off of me. His body slipped from me in an unpleasant shock, but then he lay on his side and scowled at me, his cock half-ready to teach me a lesson. I shivered in anticipation. Carter pointed at the dresser. "Get your hairbrush. I see I have to teach you another lesson."

  I squeezed my breasts, thighs clenching, as I hobbled to the dresser where the beautiful hairbrush waited, so innocent. I could hardly walk, particularly as I caught him in the mirror, staring hungrily at my ass. The smallest trainer was minuscule compared to his cock. Just the thought of Carter fucking my ass made my knees weaken.

  He pointed at the mattress next to him, expression stern. "On your knees. We'll start with ten and see whether you're in a more obedient mind-frame. Hm?"

  I crawled across the bed to kneel next to him, dropping my head and arching my back, looking under me as his hand settled on the small of my back. He toyed with the trainer until I wiggled and whined, desperate, then the hairbrush cracked against my ass. I cried out and almost came, clenching my thighs together. He leaned down as he gently chafed the spot where the hairbrush connected, his voice deceptively mild. "Are you going to keep count, or shall I?"

  "O-one," I panted. It never ended when he kept count. I'd only made that mistake once. Well, twice. Maybe three times. He usually lost patience around fifteen and then lost control completely, fucking me like a wild animal until we were both carried away.

  "Good girl," he said, and tapped the hairbrush against the end of the trainer until I cursed and thrust my ass back at him. Carter chuckled and the hairbrush smacked my other cheek.

  "Two," I sighed, dropping my head. I reached for his cock, stroking it as I tried to touch myself and relieve the desperate ache between my legs. Carter swore and the spanking increased until I cried out with each swing of his arm.

  He only made it to eight before he threw the hairbrush across the room and mounted me, his arm a bar across my chest and all his weight on my back as he rutted and bit my shoulder with a snarl. I loved every second of it. Santa might have come early, but so did Carter and I.

  Chapter 16

  Ruby

  A text message woke us far too early. I lifted my head enough from where it rested on Carter's arm to squint at the phone, and yawned. "It's eight. The kids are up and want their presents."

  He didn't move, half on top of me, but nuzzled against my neck. "They can wait."

  I laughed and tried to untangle myself, wincing a little as I sat up and my abs and ass objected. The man was hell on a body. Even with my quick healing, I always felt the after effects of his attention. Carter patted my butt as I slid out of bed and hobbled to the shower, and I'd barely washed my hair before he joined me. He pressed me up against the cool tile wall and examined the bruises on my shoulder where he'd bitten me, and he grumbled as his cock hardened against my stomach. "I like marking you."

  "One of these days, the wolf is going to bite back," I murmured, going up on my toes to kiss him as I held his cock and guided him into me.

  Luckily neither one of us had the energy for a marathon of morning sex, though the water started to cool by the time we both finished. I didn't think I would ever stop blushing, so long as I stayed with Carter. We had to walk slowly through the mansion, since my knees remained weak from the night before. He murmured something about my early Christmas present, and I laughed, though the thought of the next size up in the box of trainers almost made me climax right there in the hall.

  Isobel had set up a small Christmas tree in the informal living room so Natalia could rest on the comfortable couch next to the fireplace, only a short shuffle to the infirmary where she stayed. Not that her feet ever touched the ground — Logan carried her everywhere. When the doctor said she was on bed-rest for the next three months, Logan took that seriously. But the smaller living room couldn't hold the perfect Christmas tree the brother dragged out of the forest, although a smaller one from the grounds worked well enough for the kids. The rest of the family had already gathered in the living room, with Mama Chase in the big armchair next to the Christmas tree.

  She smiled when she saw us and got up to kiss us both on the cheek. "Merry Christmas."

  "Merry Christmas," went around the room again, with the triplets bouncing next to the tree and Ella Rosa clapping her hands and shrieking.

  I sank onto a couch next to Sophia as Carter started to help pass out presents. Isobel brought in coffee and croissants and more pastries, keeping everyone fed. I gasped when I saw a beautiful ring on her left ring finger, a simple band with three diamonds on it. But when I looked up and caught her eye, she looked more like a deer in the headlights than a woman who wanted to talk about being engaged. So I got up to help her with the coffee and whispered, "It's beautiful," before I carried the refilled carafe back into the living room. Edgar smiled as he held Ella Rose and watched Isobel.

  My heart filled with joy and for a moment, it almost spilled down my cheeks. My phone pinged and I glanced down at it, smiling despite myself. Rafe had arrived with a surprise. I cleared my throat at a lull in the excitement, as the triplets paused to snack on fresh donuts and hot chocolate, and I pretended to listen for something in the hall. "Do you guys hear that? I think there are jingle bells out there."

  Henry didn't look convinced, his expression still solemn. "I don't hear anything."

  I winked when Natalia gave me an odd look, and instead went to the hall to search for my brother and his surprise. It felt like an eternity until I spotted Rafe and the bells I made him carry. He rolled his eyes at me and shook the bells, though he started to smile when Henry and Harrison exclaimed that there really were bells out there. And the two people behind Rafe had expressions of such painful joy that I nearly burst into tears.

  I stepped back into the living room and clapped my hands for the triplets. "Look what Santa brought!" just as their parents, newly turned back human, ran into the room.

  The kids screamed in excitement and flung themselves at their parents, their mom already sobbing and their dad silent in his desperate need to hold them. The girl pup howled, and in a sudden pop, turned human again, sobbing as she threw her arms around her mother's neck. The reunion was the best Christmas I could have wanted.

  Rafe leaned against the wall and watched the reunion, a half-smile playing across his face. Carter got up to hug me, and everyone else looked suspiciously bright-eyed. The men cleared their throats frequently and frowned at something else, although I caught even Atticus with a trace of red in his eyes. Henry let go of his parents long enough to bolt over to Natalia and hug her, whispering something that turned on her waterworks to full blast. She wiped her cheeks and laughed, patting his back. "Honey, I'm glad we found them, too. Why don't you go with Rafe? I think we have a nice room where you can take your presents and eat breakfast with your mom and dad."

  The parents managed to say 'thank you' a few dozen times before Rafe led them down the hall to where Isobel had set up a second Christmas tree and breakfast buffet for the family. Just in case the wolves were able to turn back in time. I relaxed on the couch and shook my head, elbowing Sophia. "Good Lord."

  "I know." She patted her cheeks and eyed Atticus from across the room. "He was worried all night about whether their parents would be okay."

  I sighed, smiling as Carter gave his mother a present and slid into the arm chair next to her like he was still a little kid. Seeing their mother made it easy to know where each son came from: Logan's protective drive, Edgar's quiet intensity, Carter's kind soul, Atticus's gentle spirit under all the muscle, and Benedict's... Well. Benedict took some explaining. But he lay on one of the loveseats next to the windows, Eloise on his chest, and played with her hair as she dozed. I heard him purring from across the room. All the Chase men had their quirks, but damned if I wasn't grateful to have found each of them.

  Natalia caught my eye and smiled, so I patted Sophia's knee and went to take some hot chocolate to my best friend. She looked tired still, and uncomfortable, but she leaned against me as I sprawled next to her and offered the chocolate. "It's not quite as good as yours, but it'll do."

  "The trick is to use heavy cream, not milk." She sipped and made a face, handing it back so I could put it aside, and I laughed. Heavy cream and real chocolate. That was the only way to make it.

  I tucked the blanket closer around her. "You doing okay?"

  "Okay enough," she said. "I don't think I would have made it the last few days without all of you."

  "You'd have been fine," I said. "But that's what family is for, Nat. And now your mother-in-law is here to help. It'll be damn funny to watch her order the boys around. Benedict jumps every time she says his name."

  Nat's pale expression cracked in a smile. "I know. Logan does the same thing. I think she trotted out his middle name last night. I've never seen him move that fast."