Melt - Rique and Miranda (Complete)

4 - Dominance and Dates

Miranda

"I am not interested in dating Oliver ever again, Mom. Put it out of your head."

"Do. Not. Speak to me that way," Mom says coldly. I wince, bitter over the same old, same old conversation but equally nervous about talking back to my mother, the head of one of the oldest and most powerful covens in the world.

Mom heaves a sigh. I can picture her at her desk, laptop perfectly shiny and without a single fingerprint despite being used regularly, spellbooks bound in matte blue or black and placed in careful order on their shelves, ingredients for potions stacked neatly in their locked closet. Mom's office is as perfectly put-together as the coven leader herself, but she can cut me down without even using words.

Tapping my forefinger on my large flatscreen t.v., I cycle through my 'security' images. Cassie is curled up with Carmichael. I reset the spell to only see Cassie's face a week ago when Carmichael finally pulled his head out of his ass and started to pursue his mate. Unfortunately, Carmichael looks like he's eating her mouth, so I get to see him, too. They're probably at that scummy cheap hotel again. That man couldn't do better for his mate? Ugh. I end the spell quickly and the news channel comes back on.

"Miranda Green, are you listening to me?" Mom asks.

"Yes, Mom," I sigh. "Why are you talking about Oliver? It's been over."

She's quiet. "You blocked my scryings of you," she says a little frostily.

"Because it's none of your business what I'm doing," I reply calmly, but my heart starts to beat harder. "I told you when I came to Caluna I didn't want to be spied on."

"It's a wolf university, Miranda," she hisses. "You could have gone to any of our schools on the coast. I would have even allowed you to go to Europe. I never expected you to choose that particular branch of the Lambda Nus!"

"They need a witch, Mom," I reply with the same argument that finally made her crack and attend Caluna. The light on my ceiling flashes. Goosebumps break out on my arms. Rique is here. "Mom, I have to go. Send me the report on that missing girl and I'll work on tracking her."

"We think she either went your way or down south. I need you to be absolutely cautious on this one. It seems this girl was targeted specifically."

Rique stalks into my room like the lethal predator he is. He's utterly silent, which is why I set the flash spell for when my door downstairs opens. He's also early.

I shoot him a frown that fades when I see the brutal look of dominance twisting his features. Lust pools down below. He grabs his shirt at the collar and yanks it off his head then arms. Gods, isn't that the sexiest move? Before I met Rique I had fantasies of paying Chippendale dancers to do just that move, over and over, while I toss dollar bills at their feet. I wonder if Rique would spank me if I did that to him? Hmm. I may have to experiment...

He unsnaps his jeans and practically rips them down his legs. No undies for my man. His erect cock bobs free. It looks as angry and needy as he does. He kicks off his boots with two thuds that interrupt Mom's lecture. Naked, he approaches me, stroking himself as if readying his weapon. Mmm. Plunder-time.

"Mom, one of the girls needs me," I hurry to say. I expect Rique to hear that I'm talking to my mom and back off a little, but it has the opposite effect. He glowers, sharp canines flashing in an unspoken threat. His eyes flash, yellowed, and my belly hollows out in response. My necklace, the trusty warning system that it is, starts to warm up. A little late, I think.

"Alright, dear. Let me know if you get any leads on that missing girl."

"I will. Bye, Mom," I say a little breathlessly. I finally finish the call just before my cell is plucked from my fingers and tossed onto my sofa.