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Rain pov.
Morgan Cane is a human unlike any other I’ve met before. She’s strong-willed and though she says she doesn’t want a slave she still very much would like to be in charge of this contract she wants with me. It’s shows in the video’s she sent me. By the time I got five minutes into the first one I knew exactly where it was leading, not that I ever did anything like that. My mother had forbidden me to have sex with any female. Drilling it into my head that sharing that part of myself was reserved for my mate only.
I watch as the man forces himself into the woman, finding her noises a little irritating. Must she be so loud? She screams for the last time, and I click away from the video. Choosing the next one, just in case the little human wants to ask me about them. This one is better. Neither the man or the woman is very harsh with each other and the man even kisses her between her legs, something I admit, intrigues me a little. The woman in his video isn’t making nearly as loud of a noise as the one in the first one. She’s much softer and they look like they’re enjoying themselves, other than the first video.
Before I can start the last video my stomach rumbles, reminding me of the food that’s still on the table in front of me. Morgan had wanted me to eat but I’d been too bust arguing with her about the tablet she handed me. I look around the empty kitchen and then start eating the food. I eat the eggs, bacon and fruit, leaving the pancakes on the plate, even if they do have blueberries in them. Once I’m done, I take everything into the kitchen, looking through all her things for containers to put the food in and then storing them in the fridge.
I wash the dishes and then store everything where it looks like they’ll go before taking a seat at the dining table again. Clicking on the last video. This woman catches my interest more than the other two did, her dark chocolate skin reminding me of Morgan, but her face is nowhere near as beautiful. My little human has something about her that this woman doesn’t have. The more I watch the more turned on I become. The man is so soft with the woman, following her directions in everything she does. Touching her the way she instructs, and she gives those instructions with so much care, running her hands through his hair, soft touches to reward him and her noises sound more real than the other video’s. He spends a lot of time pleasuring her between her legs, using his tongue and fingers before sliding into her. She clings to him, kissing him wherever she can until she comes undone.
When the video ends, I look down at myself, finding my member hard in my pants. It’s only ever happened during heats and I’m still weeks away from mine. I have to get away from here before then, but for now I get up and go take a shower. I turn the water cold and when the urge goes away, I get dressed again. Back in the kitchen I look around, wondering what Morgan meant when she said I should learn things. I take the stupid tablet and start messing around with it, landing on a video of a man cooking in the kitchen.
“How do I use this stove?” I ask myself, noticing the one in the video is different from the one in Morgan’s kitchen.
“Would you like some assistance?” Bing asks and I jump a little, having forgotten her house talked.
“Um, how are you going to help me?” I find it a little silly that a voice coming from the air around me can help me figure out the stove. A floating screen appears in front of me and an instruction video on how to use the stove starts playing. Huh, maybe I was wrong about the voice.
Morgan pov.
Luca’s words from this morning still haunts me when Bing reminds me of the meeting with the Court Marshall. Gerald Hutting had pulled out at the last minute but it’s not going to stop me from getting my coins back. I’m seated behind my desk when Bing lets the man in, his dark purple uniform is decorated with all sorts of pins and badges, causing me to frown. It’s not every day the higher-ranking Marshalls take on complaints. Especially not in the Bio-Glaze. Their attention is focused on the outside sectors. Making sure human presence is felt everywhere.
“Good morning, Miss Cane. I am Marshall Andrews. I understand you’re lodging a complaint about a beast man you recently acquired.” He holds out his hand towards me and I shake it, motioning for him to take a seat as I enable the privacy screen on my desk.
“Marshall Andrews, I’m surprised such a decorated individual as yourself would bother with such a trivial matter.” He gives me a crooked smile, leaning back in his seat and crossing his right leg over his left.
“I was in the office when the complaint came through. Let’s just say it intrigued me as to why such an important member of the Glaze-Control would be lodging a complaint about a beast man. Is it not meeting your standards?” I lean forward on my desk, looking him dead in the eye.
“He is perfectly fine. What I have a problem with is being swindled out of coins by a sleezy pig. You can tell Hutting I called him that.” He bristles, apparently not taking to kindly to my description of Hutting.
“Fine, Miss Cane. Let me hear about this perfectly fine beast man then.” He smiles but there’s no humor behind his eyes. This man is a predator looking for a prey and I’m afraid he’s on the hunt for the wrong one.
“There is nothing to say about him. I would like to discuss a breach of the contract though. I requested an unmarked wolf and that’s not what I got.” I lean back in my chair and cross my own legs. If this is the game he wants to play then I’ll play along, life was getting a little boring dealing with Sinclair’s bullshit every day. Besides, if the Bio-Glaze is going to war, this Marshall Andrews is going to need some battle skills and I’m the perfect person to teach him.
“I’m afraid all policies require a mark when you buy a slave, Miss Cane. I’m sure you know that.” I huff and smirk, glad that he bought up my policies against me.
“Yes, in the event of buying a slave, only I didn’t buy a damn slave. I waved his return fee making him a free wolf and therefore mine to do with as a please and I said no fucking markings.” The Marshalls eyes widen a bit before his poker face comes back on but it’s far too late for him to be diplomatic. He slipped. “I’m assuming your friend didn’t inform you of that did he?” He frowns at me.
“I’m sorry?” I sigh and sit up, leaning forward on the table.
“Marshall Andrews let’s stop the games. You’re not here because you happen to be at the right place at the right time. You’re here because someone sent you and then did a piss poor job of informing you of all the details. Now, you have twenty-four hours to get me my coins back or I will expose Gerald Hutting for the sleaze-ball he is and you and whoever sent you can go down right with him. Try me.” His gaze hardens but I stare him down until he huffs and stands up, storming out of my office. “Bing, get me a list of all the people Marshall Andrews have been in contact with in the last twenty-four hours.” The information pops up on my desk in a few seconds and I stare at one name in particular. Sinclair. Can’t ever leave well-enough alone.