12

There was a conversation to have with Helmer first, and he was waiting in Carter's apartment which was apparently where the fun would be… And my first time visiting there.

Okay then.

And all I really wanted was to sleep. Great.

"You've had enough time here to make a decision?" I asked him, sitting on the table where he was. "You and your team?"

"Yes, Mistress. We want this to be our home," he answered, his eyes on my legs that were visible since I was only wearing tiny bed shorts. "And so do three other teams under our maker."

I flinched. "No. Fuck no. I'm not having that asshole tell people that he took me over and—"

"It's not like that, and I will kill any who even think to try saying that," he told me firmly. "I will keep them under control." He waited for me to nod even as he eyed me over with lust. "And they don't all want Chicago."

"The idea has merit," Carter told me. "One wants to rescue supes and have breaks here. Russia. Middle East. All over. They're adrenaline junkies who have been bored to tears for too long and they're fucking good. I know them well."

Helmer touched my thigh when I looked at Carter, so I focused back on him. "One wants to stay in New York and stabilize your packs and power there, get that coven in line so it is not a problem later. And one has been so abused that it wants no spotlight but somewhere hidden and quiet like your Milwaukee. They want to fade into myth and no one knows where they went."

"Maybe," I said after several moments. "I would have to meet them and get to know them like your team. We certainly can't do it at once. Fuck Igwe, but the councilman did this to himself for running his mouth. I won't be the one he trashed and the only way his ass gets saved when I don't think he deserves to be a councilman and is a useless douche."

"Yes, well, many have that opinion, and we worry he will be taken out the moment we are gone."

"Or before you are," Carter muttered. "And then you are all liabilities no one wants around and will take out."

"If that happens, your friends can have temporary sanctuary and protection here. Or fuck, go help out Bijan, but know I'll kill you if you hurt him or risk the good Iran is doing," I told Helmer. I ran my finger over his hand brushing my thigh.

"I will see it done and settle much." He licked his lips. "You know what I want when I return. Days of—"

I snorted. "You're certainly not getting days, but I'm also not making a deal. I'm not a whore."

"Neither am I."

"I know." I waited until he nodded. "There are some who can tell when you lie. The whole point of you going is to say you've not touched me, haven't fucked me, and I've not done anything to you. That's all out the window if you make some pending deal. So no, no deals. You're just going to have to have faith in your future mistress that I'll be happy and reward you."

He adjusted his neck and his eyes turned cold. "It's hard to have any faith after so many times being screwed over by so many."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm still letting you into my coven of ancients and I'm only fucking thirty. Most think I'm stupid to do any of this and I don't disagree with them," I drawled.

"You make a very valid point." He stood and kissed my hair. "I look forward to you being pleased at my return. Enjoy your evening." He snorted as he reached the door, clearly knowing something I didn't.

Or a lot of things probably.

"So am I getting a tour?" I asked Carter when we were alone.

"No."

Before I could ask what was going on then, he picked me up and I was whisked deeper into his apartment. I was in one of the bedrooms… And naked.

Dick.

He simply smirked at me. "You agreed to be punished. This is your punishment tonight. Say you consent."

I thought that was weird, but then I saw a camera off to the side. "Really? A show?" I licked my lips when he nodded. "Do I get to know who's watching?"

He leaned in until we were almost kissing. "No."

Fuck, my siren perked up at that. "I consent. I was bad and should be punished."

He moved over to the dresser and picked up a vial, handing it to me. "I worked with Nina. It's safe and tested."

"I need more than that," I hedged. "Punishment or not."

He nodded. "It's—you should feel a bit drunk. It's a bit of both magical drug and aphrodisiac. Your mother suggested it a while back and had a witch from Greece send Nina the recipe. It's used a lot in siren fun."

"I assume I'm fine tomorrow and not getting in trouble with the FBI?" I checked as I accepted it.

"You'll need more fuel, hydration, and to go for a run as a wolf tomorrow. That's it," he promised. His fangs came out, and I saw how excited he was below the belt. "I'm told it's worth it."

I nodded and took it like a shot before handing him back the bottle.

"Good girl," he praised, setting it aside before moving me over to the bed. This wasn't his room.

Did he seriously set up his guest room as a punishment room and fetish time for me? Yes, that sounded totally like Carter.

There were three cameras… No, four. He had one strapped to his chest which I only saw when he took off his shirt.

"You are so over the top," I chuckled.

"I am, and you fucking love it," he said as he lifted me up and moved me onto the bed. "I had something designed for you. It's to mimic having your wrists and ankles tied down for play, but with your issues, it won't trigger you."

He showed me a bar thing, and basically I held onto it and then my feet pushed against it to spread my legs or my ankles tucked under parts to mimic being cuffed. It was really sweet of him to have made that work in a kinky sort of way.

He had it under a curved pillow, guiding me to lie over it so my ass was up on display, but my chest and shoulders would be comfortable and supported. It instantly made me think of hot doggy style, and he snickered from whatever he was getting off of me.

"Grab the bar and tuck your ankles under so we can get started since you're already dripping," he instructed.

Shit. I was. I could feel it.

I did as he said and he moved by my head and gave me a soft kiss. "Close your eyes, darling. I want your senses to be overloaded. Listen and obey."

"Yes, Carter," I whispered as I closed my eyes.

"Lick this," he told me, a toy touching my lips. He praised me when I did, pushing it in my mouth. "Tell me why you're wet already. Is it because you want to be punished? Is it because I cared enough to put this together for you? Or because you know I'll sate you tonight?"

"All three," I panted when he removed the toy. "All three, Carter. Plus, I know you'll eat me out with my ass up like this. You love it too much, and I love when you fucking eat me out like that." I yelped when something zapped me, moaning when the pain radiated into pleasure.

"Don't get demanding when you're already being punished." He groaned. "You liked that. You dirty wolf. You fucking liked that. You're dripping even more. A Tazapper is punishment."

I whimpered when he did it again and on my ass this time.

He pressed his lips against my ear and licked the shell of it. "And I got one for supes. It has levels that go higher than humans can handle. High enough to make you pass out, but you're nowhere near that level of play."

I would agree.

He made me suck the toy more, praising me how beautiful I looked and how he couldn't wait to punish me and make me a mess. Then he slid the toy in my ass, promising he would fuck my tight hole so much that I would ache for days.

That was his idea of a punishment?

"Did you enjoy being fucked by that wolf in front of me?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Was he good?" he pushed.

"Yes, intense," I panted as he fucked me with the toy harder. He zapped me a few times and then a vibrator moved against my clit.

"Tell me everything you enjoyed. Tell me why I should punish you more."

"I don't want to," I whined, all three sides of me not into that. "Tell me what you want to do to me instead. Tell me how you'll please me better." I yelped as he zapped me more. "I don't care about a fling with him. You should have been taking better care of me so I didn't have energy for him!"

"Yes, I should have. We all should have," he agreed. "Now come, my beautiful darling."

I did with a scream. He pressed the vibrator hard against my clit and it set me off.

"You are so gorgeous that you hurt my eyes," he praised as he turned off the vibrator. "And I get too jealous over you." He zapped me when I didn't say anything. "Be good and admit you love it when I do."

"I fucking love it," I moaned, pushing my ass up. "I love it. I love that you threaten to kill people for looking down on me. I'm that fucked in the head. I love that you're that intense with me, that obsessed with me at times. I love you're almost addicted to me."

"Apparently, this makes your tongue a bit loose," he chuckled, kissing my ass. "That's good to know though. Good girl for telling me."

"I'll tell you anything," I whimpered. "Please, I need more."

"What do you want, darling?" he asked as he ran his fingers over my pussy. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"What else? Tell me what you want most right now?"

"Anything?"

"Anything," he promised.

I groaned as my siren gave me an idea and I was totally for it. "I want you, Noah, and Bijan to do this to me for a long weekend while feeding from me. I want the three vampires who fuck and please me best to be drunk on me while doing everything to my body until I can't take it and pass out. Only to wake up and do it again and again. That's what I want. That's what I crave."

"Sweet fucking hell, that was not what I expected," he groaned and attacked my pussy. He ate me out while fucking my ass with the toy until I screamed his name again.

"Good girls get rewarded?" I teased.

"Yes, especially when I'm part of the fantasy you want so bad you gush just talking about it," he growled.

He had me flip over and open my eyes, apparently wanting to see my pretty eyes as he did more to me. He spread my legs even wider, the bar thing adjustable.

Of course, it was.

Then he pushed a medium-looking plug in my ass, wiggling it and smirking at me. "What else does my sexy sub dream of?"

Sub, my ass. I stuck my tongue out at him… And he zapped me.

Fuck, I liked that.

And it was clear he knew that.

The magic potion was really hitting me though because I just giggled. "Do I get an orgasm for each confession? Because I have a long list."

"Sure, two if I'm included."

"I would never complain if you were included," I purred, licking my lips. That got me a vibrator to my clit as he moved some wheel thing with metal spikes along my breast. It was titillating and a bit painful. "I want tiger sex with Axel while sucking my husband off. Then I want us all together. Every way possible. All the ways possible."

"I understand why you would," he chuckled, focusing on my pussy. "Yes, you clearly want that from the way your pussy is dripping. You like their intensity."

"When they're not being stupid."

"We're men, it's our default setting," he drawled.

"Well, pick another setting," I grumbled.

"Now you need to be punished," he growled.

Because I'd ruined the mood? I wasn't sure, but he leaned over and bit my breast, not drinking but just biting, and it set off my orgasm.

Not a punishment, but I fucking loved it.

I told him several more fantasies, and each time he ate me out while using that roller thing on my breasts. I begged for more, pleaded for him to fuck me and do everything to me.

"I want you to fuck me so hard we break your guest bed before you hold me all night in your bed," I sobbed. "Please, Carter. Please, I need you inside of me. No more. I won't fuck a new man when you're there without talking to you first. I'll give you a chance to sate me or at least join in, never leave you to just watch and be lonely."

That was apparently what he'd been waiting for and the real reason I was being punished.

He shoved his cock in my pussy while the plug was still in my ass and I came with a scream.

But he wasn't remotely done with me.

He fucked me while holding the vibrator to my clit and zapping my breasts for what seemed forever. Until I couldn't finish anymore and my body ached. He just kept going even when I knew he'd orgasmed a few times, thrusting in me over and over again, not stopping while I sobbed and screamed in pleasure or it was too much.

It was so intense I lost time now and again, almost jerking back around to realize I was about to orgasm again.

Finally, I couldn't anymore, mumbling that he could punish me anytime he wanted and I would be a bad girl, but I didn't want to hurt him.

I came around for a bit after he cleaned me up and urged me to go to the bathroom.

"For the record, you're going to have some explaining to do since you had tons of fantasies but none involved Hagan," he warned me.

I shrugged, my tongue still a bit loose from the potion. "He's a selfish lover. The sex is great and I enjoy it, enjoy him, and I love him, but we were talking ultimate fantasies. You don't have them about someone selfish and who knows he has to take care of you to be fair and likes to see it but doesn't crave it like you do. You crave my orgasms. Hagan is just glad I got mine."

"So he doesn't feel selfish if you don't," he muttered. "He seems a bit immature still sometimes."

I shrugged, peeing and then letting him take care of me again. "He's been through a lot. He's suffered a lot too. I don't know what I feel most days. Don't ask me to explain others, especially you stupid men." I angled my head up for a kiss. "Seriously, can we just have sex like that? That was fucking awesome and—how long were you fucking me?"

He winced. "Too long. I had some demons of my own to get out. I was too rough with you."

I simply snorted. Fine by me.

He was a bit off the next morning, but I assumed that was guilt. It was fine and he had stuff to handle. Eva seemed happy about the state I was in, so clearly my wolf and siren were settled and in a good place.

Topher showed Brian and Reagan that he could say Mama and walk, but they didn't push it, praising him and having fun—a nice morning. Hagan didn't bring anything up, but I had a feeling that storm might be brewing.

Something for another day.

My phone rang and my ear was immediately filled with words I didn't want to hear.

"Please hold to be connected with the President of the United States," the White House operator told me.

"Yes, but I'm recording the call," I told her, immediately doing so. It wasn't normal to do and probably not allowed, but they could kiss my ass. I didn't trust this guy, and I doubted she even listened to me, but my ass was covered by saying it.

"Good morning, Chief Thomas," the president greeted.

"Good morning, sir," I replied. "What can I do for you?"

He paused for a moment and then let out a small chuckle. "Right down to business. Most dance around and feel each other out, but I like your approach."

"You're too busy for games, sir, and I certainly am," I told him, doing my best to keep my voice even. "If this call is coming on a Sunday morning, it's important. Has Director Galvin been looped in?"

"I'm here, Thomas," Galvin said, his tone amused.

"Good morning, sir."

"Chief Thomas, I'm calling because this situation with Iran is upsetting," the president said.

I shot Eva a worried look, and she gave a slight shake of her head. "I was unaware of any situation with Iran, sir. Has there been an attack or—"

"No, no, nothing like that. I mean their president cutting contact with us directly," he clarified. "His aides only communicate with us and it's setting a bad example. This last meeting of the UN, he wouldn't even speak with me and—you understand the optics of that."

Steam about came out of my ears. "I'm sorry, sir, but I have no idea what you think a division chief of the FBI would even remotely be able to do about that or help with." I smiled evilly when there was a long pause. "But you're not calling me as that role, are you? But you wouldn't have access to Alpha Sera or the daughter of a Dorcus, so you're—"

"Chief Thomas, I would remind you that—" someone else jumped in.

"Call any other division chief and have this conversation," I purred. "Please, have it. Go ahead and try to abuse the chain of command and use your influence to try and use my personal life to help you with the PR nightmare you have with Iran of your own making and see how much lower your popularity tanks."

"Jesus, Sera," Brian whispered, his face pale as he realized I might tank my career .

"She's completely right," Eva defended.

"Get out, Boy Scout," I told him. "Take a time-out because this is about to get much worse, and now they're going to talk to Alpha Sera, or I'm going to get on the phone with both Bijan, the new president of Bolivia who is insanely popular and my mommy and start a shit storm.

"Director Galvin, you know how to contact me on video call. I suggest enough respect for all parties to be identified this time as well. Whoever just jumped in to try to tell me to get in line like a good damn dog because I work for the FBI, that's not all I am, or you wouldn't be calling me. You also aren't calling because I'm friends with Bijan.

"You're not calling someone in the FBI who went to school with the head of Amazon because you want to make introductions for them to donate. You know why? It's unethical . It would get you dragged through the mud and IA would have a field day and Director Galvin may be out on his ass for being involved in it. So you're not talking to Division Chief Thomas."

And I hung up.

"Assholes. Seriously."

"Balls the size of the ocean," Reagan praised and gave me a quick kiss before he got Topher and hightailed it out of there.

"I'm not leaving," Brian said firmly when I tried to shoo him out. "This is my team, babe."

"Fine, but don't get in the line of fire for this," I sighed, gesturing for him to move off camera.

I wasn't shocked when the call came in less than five minutes.

The president flinched when he saw Eva. "I didn't realize that you were there, Mrs. Dorcus."

She scoffed. "How can you not know how to address me?"

I blinked at the screens before looking at her. "He knows." I nodded when she frowned. "He knows. The President of the United States has aides and everyone who advise him. The previous presidents knew how to address you. It's a slight . He's not acknowledging you as anything special because he won't give any respect to leadership as a supe, humans only."

Everyone in the room with me couldn't hide their shock.

I shook my head. "You guys have too much faith in people sometimes. Seriously, I'm only paranoid when I'm wrong. Look at their faces. Only Galvin is shocked because he's a good man and wouldn't let that go. The others know the truth." I smirked at the president. "Which is why Iran and Bolivia won't speak to you directly.

" Your behavior , your bigoted beliefs are what hurt the US, and you're not willing to change them but make an off-books call to someone you can pressure in the chain of command and a woman who needs guidance from your own beliefs, and since I'm an easy one, you thought no harm in using my sinful relationship with Bijan. How right am I?

"Pretty on the ball from how red your face is turning. But here's the problem, you've upset me too much, too many times already. For one, you insult my family each time you don't greet them properly and it's petty. You want to act like you care about this country, but you only care about the humans and don't hide that."

"I think we have a misunderstanding here about—" he tried to rally, realizing now that not only wouldn't I help, but I could make the situation much, much worse.

"Really? So when the administration you were a part of specifically targeted me and my pack with ICE and executive directives… You called later to check on me? Apologized when you took over from that lunatic?" I chuckled darkly. "No, you were applauding the move. You were making speeches and comments that next time you'd get the mangy shifters on that registry you guys wanted to start.

"So I might work for the country I love and be loyal to the federal government, but make no mistake that I do not work for you . Especially when your wife talks about me constantly . Does she know that you want me to use my ‘relationship' with Bijan when she publicly calls me the whore of Babylon?"

No. It was all over his face.

"As Sera's attorney and husband , I suggest she stop because she is going over the line," Dain cut in. "In the First Lady's latest speech, she made it clear that she wasn't being flippant in her labeling my wife that, but literal. She is ramping up her vernacular that Sera is ‘The Beast' in Revelations and should be ‘handled' before the end of days comes.

"She also made several slanderous claims that she has inside knowledge and proof from the former Mrs. Galvin that Seraphine was his mistress. Which you know is a lie as you are privy to the actual proof they barely met in passing. Including that Sera was on assignment overseas at the time that woman lies my wife was with Director Galvin."

"I didn't know about any of this," Galvin whispered in horror. "I'm so sorry, Thomas."

"Yeah, me too, boss," I grumbled. "But it's enough. I gave Dain the green light to take action. Seriously, your ex-wife's crazy is—this is more than my career. It's fueling religious conspiracies and—I have my own family to protect."

He swallowed and nodded. "She did it to herself. I've told her time and time again you've never so much as flirted with me. You're one of the most professional agents I've ever met." He snorted when several people gave him looks. "Men flirt with her . I've never heard anyone say she flirts. Sometimes she accepts. So what? You wouldn't judge men for the same."

"Please remember yourself, Director," someone chastised him.

"No, you remember yourself," he snapped. "You dragged me in here for this, and I made it clear that I was coming to make sure you treated one of my most decorated people with the respect she deserves, but this was all crap. And I agree with her. On all of it. This whole administration is anti-supe and you want her to smooth that over?

"You want to treat her like a whore to make that go away while allowing your wife and administration to call her that? One of my people? I didn't know this was coming from the First Lady like this, but I have a serious problem that she's making one of my people a target for religious zealots. Do you have any idea how many criminals Thomas has taken down? Real threats?"

I felt better when the new head of the CIA agreed even if we would never be friends. He said a lot of the translations we were giving to the FBI offices were being shared with them and getting a lot done. And it was a miracle that Iran hadn't cut all communication with the crap the president's people were saying publicly.

The arguing went on for about five minutes before the president lost patience and snapped for all of them to shut it. He cleared his throat and faced me with a tight smile.

"I apologize if this conversation insulted you or you felt it stepped over a line," he said. "I assume it will stay between us."

"As long as this isn't affecting my job since it was clearly a conversation with Alpha Sera, Mr. President," I replied, my tone amused. "Though I would think we shouldn't have any more of those in the future. I believe we know where we both stand now, yes?"

"I believe we do, Ms. Thomas." He disconnected the call.

"Petty little dickhead." I smiled at Carter who was standing in the doorway of my apartment. " I promised I wouldn't say anything. Did you?"

"I certainly did not," Eva seethed, adjusting her neck. "I will be making a trip to DC while I am in this country."

I swallowed a giddy chuckle and the need to do a happy dance. If there was someone that people didn't want to piss off, it was Eva Fucking Dorcus.

Screw Revelations… The First Lady and Mrs. Galvin now had the most powerful supe in the world pissed at them.

And she was my grandmother. Nice.